Sunday, September 26, 2010

Miss D

She won't even let you touch her pretty knees.

She won't let you kiss her ear.

She might let you buy her a book.

She might let you pay her phone bill.

She doesn't like melon.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

For R.A.

 A plush velvet Chesterfield becomes quite the occasion when one sits with bare legs and a skirt. Let’s not forget the bra and panties which one should take for granted by now. The nylons or pantihose, once (what is that pompous Latin expression that means something like, ‘obligatory’...? ) part of every outfit even on the hottest days, have yielded to a trial of spray-on pantihose, which is really just aerosol makeup for the legs. The greater expanse of flesh on fabric makes the idea of trousers as passé as say, one of those thick necked football commentators you see on television. If one browses the photography sites long enough one will find others who have posed on this couch.
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Hello Again

 The Return of Miss B

Miss B fades in like a ghost. She has been dreaming of rose macaroons, silver-dollar size chewy confections with a cream filling. Five years ago, she wrote:

Reply to:
Date: 2005-09-15, 3:50PM EDT

Seeking slave to serve three beautiful women
Your responsibilities will include clean our apartmen in a little French maid outfit, doing shopping and laundry our anything else our hearts desire.
Your reward will be permission to perform manicures and pedicures.
There is no sexual contact your pleasure will be fulfilling satisfying us.
You will be required to keep a written journal about your experience in our environment.
Strictly professional environment
this is in or around ____________. (Details on the shadow blog)
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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Girls Night Out

 Miss R no longer thinks of Panties as other than a transvestite either in name or dress. Miss D has further programmed Panties to be less of a presence when she is allowed out with them. “You are no longer allowed to drink with us,” she said. “When we are drinking wine, you will have a glass of juice. You are not allowed to have opinions, except when I allow you to. And I will tell you what your opinions are.” Miss D and Miss B can enjoy their evenings with Panties sitting by as a demure, deferential, humble, polite, mostly silent sissy. At the end of the night Miss D and Miss B ignore the check, concentrating on enjoying each other’s company and friendship. Panties must be content with being that close to such achingly warm, pretty, cute, funny, smart girls, while no longer being free to engage them as would any of their peers, male or female.
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Friday, September 10, 2010

Train Training

You won’t be jealous of my lover. You’ll be jealous of me as a girl who can have such a lover. Tonight I want you to ask a man for his phone number. You want a choice? Okay you can either ask a man for his phone number or you can do a pole dance. Now. I’m giving you a choice. You should be glad I’m giving you a choice. In the future when you don’t want to do something I’ve ordered I don’t want you to ask if you can do something else. You should just go ahead and do it and see if you are excused from doing the first. For example, if you don’t want to have to go out in your maid’s uniform you should go to the park and raise your skirt with your panties soiled with (strawberry) menstrual jelly. Then you just have to wait and see if I accept that or make you perform the original assignment as I ordered. Pole dance? Okay. Don’t be shy. That woman’s looking at you. But you should get used to it. (Laughs.) Hold that pose. Smile! Good job, Panties.
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