tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56104457465473039532024-03-12T19:34:13.689-07:00Transvestite PantiesPantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-17775436237697392512011-02-13T22:04:00.000-08:002011-02-13T22:44:40.397-08:00THE PINK LINE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUdfOiwPkto/TVjHnq4eBBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/98R3XWKynU0/s1600/barbie-closet26.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUdfOiwPkto/TVjHnq4eBBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/98R3XWKynU0/s400/barbie-closet26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573424023210951698" /></a><br /><br />Dear Followers,<br /><br />The PINK LINE has always been a threat for Panties. THE PINK LINE represents: complete loss of control, complete obeisance, complete loss of will. The PINK LINE implies an emptied head, a head without opinions, a head full of panties. THE PINK LINE also means Panties met her goal of 100 barbies, Panties sealed her own fate by painting herself inside a pink box, and Panties gave up all m*nly pretensions and desires. <br /><br />With great pleasure, Miss B and Miss D would like to announce that Panties has crossed THE PINK LINE. Panties has been under 24 hour surveillance for 2 weeks. Miss B and Miss B--and friends--have taken extreme measures and shifts to ensure that Panties bought her 100th Barbie, painted her home several shades of pink (just like Barbie!), decorated with all Barbie accessories, gave us a fashion show complete with dancing in her tutu and cat-walking in her "black mistress", served us meals without complaint, diaper squirted during spankings after any stray complaint, pressed her own mute button so that she would never complain again, and then handed over the keys to "her" home and passwords to all accounts. She is now locked in an undisclosed basement wearing her maid's uniform and a diaper (under her date panties) so that she can be prepared to serve us without relent for the rest of her days. We have used her credit card to hire a service to redecorate the training home to our more adult tastes. Panties will sadly never get to see it, nor report to you how she is being treated. Sissies aren't permitted to use the computer! A sissy is permitted no contact with the outside world! When we need our sissy, we blindfold her and lead her in OUR HOME so that she will still remember THE PINK LINE. She serves our every whim until we tire of her, then she is returned to her basement. Rest assured: she has company. She is surrounded by all her Barbies. Surf Barbie watches over them all to make sure she self trains while we are enjoying Panties' assets. Panties' dream has come true. Panties has crossed THE PINK LINE. <br /><br />Miss B and Miss DPantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-36754920571846740652011-01-30T09:20:00.000-08:002011-01-30T09:28:03.406-08:00Girl Friends<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TUWd0mIA7CI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cVJR5tvt3AQ/s1600/0129012340.jpg'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TUWd0mIA7CI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cVJR5tvt3AQ/s400/0129012340.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> Miss D’s cold was just peaking, but she braved the mounds of snow to see a show with Miss B. She had on a red beret which makes her complexion look radiant and a bit Parisian. Panties was allowed to come along and enjoyed being in range of their friendship. Miss D is slightly protective of Miss B who is taller, but still spontaneous and given to looks and moves girls lose when they decide the world is not as nice as they thought. They liked the play, sipping hot chocolate at intermission then getting a bite to eat afterwards. Miss D had comfort food: French toast with ice cream. Miss B wanted an “egg in the basket” which the chef in the kitchen interpreted satisfactorily. They talked about Twiggy, lovers and love as well as leggings versus pantihose and other aspects of girl world. Miss D suggested Miss B accompany Panties to the ladies room to take her picture. Panties took one of Miss B who has these amazing amazed, eyebrows that make her big eyes look as if she were seeing God. Afterwards, walking in the cold, Miss B told a cautionary story about pot brownies, which can be deceptively potent. She had been warned, but she ate the whole of one small square and soon was unable to complete a sentence. She had been planning to see a band, but her friend lay her down to sleep it off, which is how girls take care of each other.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-25401538774327789492011-01-29T08:05:00.000-08:002011-01-29T08:10:57.556-08:00Sharing<a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TUQ6u4wJ_pI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TMOK2dZjD94/s1600/P1050576.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TUQ6u4wJ_pI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TMOK2dZjD94/s400/P1050576.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> Panties envies Miss D’s friends mostly for being allowed to relate to her as equals. They don’t have to curtsy whenever they enter the room, or ask permission to speak or go outside. They don’t have to fall silent or touch their noses to the floor when she commands. But her BFFs benefit from her “What’s mine is yours” generosity which is guileless and automatic. Her friends have been told that they can use Panties as they like. Panties is required to buy holiday and birthday presents for Miss D’s friends and family and when Miss BR was excited about an unexpected Christmas present, Miss D insisted that Panties take credit for the gift, even though it was by her training that Panties acted. Panties knows Miss C’s birthday and likes and dislikes, and when she brings her apples, oranges, bananas, chocolate, fresh squeezed orange juice or wine or even a vacuum cleaner or a coffee maker, Miss C barely feels obliged to acknowledge the presents, much less bothering to thank her. (Although she might, just because she is naturally so considerate and polite.) Standing with Miss D on a seaside cliff recently, one sunny day, she thought ahead of a household one day where Panties would be permanently installed as their maid, secretary and servant. Miss D reminded Panties that she would be on duty even when she is out on her own (if she is allowed out on her own) with the unspoken assumption that Panties would not be allowed holidays, days off or even a moment, ever, when she mustn’t drop everything and hurry to attend to whatever whim Miss D and her friends might express. They also mentioned that Panties might be tasked with finding another sissy to share her duties and serve their endless needs. (And also because, as Miss D put it, “everyone needs <span style="font-style:italic;">some</span> warmth and flesh-to-flesh contact," although in Panties' case, it would be "sissy flesh.”)<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-16509344597893397432011-01-15T18:33:00.000-08:002011-01-15T20:52:48.817-08:00Panties' Saturday Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TTJdvW7wjvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_2lDqgl0s2s/s1600/P1060701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TTJdvW7wjvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_2lDqgl0s2s/s400/P1060701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562611557947444978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TTJdu-4xeJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tflGK36jA1Q/s1600/P1060703.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TTJdu-4xeJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tflGK36jA1Q/s400/P1060703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562611551492470930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TTJduht0GdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JuEzoOAQfx4/s1600/P1060702.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TTJduht0GdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JuEzoOAQfx4/s400/P1060702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562611543661877714" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The main issue is you keep me awake thinking of ways to punish you. I want you punished before I see you next, and I want a record of it. Also, have Surf Barbie tell me what fines can be tied to complaining or making rude opinions; we've already discussed in-person fines.<br /><br />Your punishment for voicing an opinion about my response to the Linda comments is to whip yourself with the pink whip while wearing the ruffled dress...and you will record it and send it to me. You have until Sunday night or you will be fined severely, And asked to do this again...as for all the other assignments below.<br /><br />Your punishment for making a negative assumption about my judgment is to have a diaper squirt while wearing the yellow dress...which you will record as much as possible of this and email it to me by Sunday night.<br /><br />Your punishment for complaining about finances is to stand in a corner under a plant or holding a plant on top of your head for 30 minutes while wearing your black ball gown...filming this and emailing it by Sunday night of course.<br /><br />And your punishment for suggesting your own needs take precedence over mine in a recent email is to yell out the window, "I wear Panties" while wearing your ruffled dress...and filming this and emailing it to me by Sunday night.<br /><br />Your combined punishment for positing negativity about the seminar and for misunderstanding my directions about adding TASP to the calendar and flight info listed on the same document is to wear your girl jeans and sweater and girl boots and repeat over and over: "I am a petite girl"...film this carefully and send it to me by Sunday night.<br /><br />You have a busy weekend, and of course I'll watch these videos and this will be part of your formal training. NO COMPLAINTS OR EXCUSES ABOUT THIS. GO! CANCEL ANY PLANS IF THESE TASKS DON'T FIT INTO YOUR PLANS...and of course for added humility, it is okay to have an assistant help you film...or you can just set the camera on a tripod.<br /><br />Now I should sleep better,<br /><br />D</span>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-38973862316969837012011-01-08T08:18:00.000-08:002011-01-08T08:22:39.320-08:00Death of a Transvestite<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TSiOPIcr3CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2A685uL42zo/s1600/SuperStock_172R-8984.jpg'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TSiOPIcr3CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2A685uL42zo/s400/SuperStock_172R-8984.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> Miss D surprised Panties with another present: a softcover copy of “Death of a Transvestite,” by Ed Wood. She explained that since she had noticed Panties surfing on-line without permission, she was hereby forbidding Panties’ reading anything non-sissy. And here she was adding to Panties’ collection of sissy literature which she intended eventually to be all Panties would be allowed to read. Panties read the first chapter which was an account of a self-aware transvestite on death row:<br /><br />“The foremost thought in any honest transvestite’s mind is to die in female attire...And to be buried in such clothes...a blouse, a soft cardigan sweater, a skirt, high-heeled shoes and the proper undies.”<br /><br />Note the cardigan sweater. According to the photo on the back, Ed Wood had delicate features reminiscent of F. Scott Fitzgerald, who also wore women’s clothes in his college years. After a photo was published of him in drag for a college review, he was offered a job as a female impersonator. He also wore a dress (as a “prank”) to a dance at the University of Minnesota. It’s unclear what he wore under his skirts, or what fantasies he might have entertained involving an electric chair. Transvestites might consider, as a less-lethal experience and as an alternative to novocaine, a visit to the dentist in a skirt or dress and high heels. Maybe a female dentist for her gentle touch if not her creativity. Sissies, of course, should barely care how her breast presses into the side of your face She will get some of your lipstick, or lipgloss on her gloves and she may smell your perfume. You actually might enjoy the the needle, gripping the hem of your skirt, pressing your legs, (in pantihose) together, or squirming in the chair as the drill starts up–<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-36236758067885017512011-01-02T17:36:00.000-08:002011-01-02T17:36:47.611-08:00Five Dresses<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TSEoLlevVfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/McnRvZCoPes/s1600/P1060699.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TSEoLlevVfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/McnRvZCoPes/s400/P1060699.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> “I want you to fall in love with this dress...develop a relationship...make love to it. Then one day I’ll cut it to pieces before you. You’ll get angry, no, you won’t get angry, you’ll just get really, really upset and you’ll cry. So enjoy her because one day she will be taken away from you forever.”<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-50502079675873826472011-01-02T12:16:00.000-08:002011-01-02T12:22:16.027-08:00Dreaming of a Pink Christmas<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TSDdIhKYBCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4wm2GSmBdyE/s1600/0102011454.jpg'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TSDdIhKYBCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4wm2GSmBdyE/s400/0102011454.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> Panties had a wonderful and special holiday starting with a gift bag from Miss D filled with credit card receipts charged to Panties' account. Panties was also given a bracelet of dark marbles to match her long black dress (which she is to fall in love with tragically). On Christmas Day Panties fixed breakfast for Miss D and spent the rest of the day vacuuming the floors and carpets and doing a giant pile of laundry. Panties was hoping not to have to spend the first day of the New Year menstruating, but Miss D declined to shift Panties’ cycle, preferring it to be regular, as are Panties’ special pleasures which are only allowed on Sundays (but never when Miss D is anywhere in the house). So a little after midnight of the New Year Panties dressed herself in her pad and belt under her panties and nightie. The next morning, the sticky red in her panties notified Panties of big changes to come in the new year.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-23776318979424422782010-12-25T14:15:00.000-08:002010-12-25T14:16:59.420-08:00New Rule<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TRZtOEAB8OI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XXuK4-2c5ug/s1600/353152663_c65014f81d.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TRZtOEAB8OI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XXuK4-2c5ug/s400/353152663_c65014f81d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554747278767550690" /></a><br /><br />“From now on, whenever you meet a girl, especially a pretty girl, you are to tell her you are wearing panties within the first few minutes of the conversation. You don’t have to be weird about it, but you could mention, how happy you are about the panties you have on, and ask her where she buys her panties.”Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-2871643300128105642010-12-11T18:54:00.000-08:002010-12-11T19:00:58.022-08:00Miss BR<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TQQ5XiQhC3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/cmjvQA55sPk/s1600/img.jpg'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TQQ5XiQhC3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/cmjvQA55sPk/s400/img.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> Miss BR looks a little like this, only cuter, with shaggier hair and darker coloring. She’s only twenty, but has read many books already and has a breathy, soft voice that sounds both innocent and clever. She’ll stand in an oversize sweater and just the way she moves her shoulders makes you wish you could be her friend forever. But Miss D has other plans. Recently she and Miss C informed her thoroughly about who Panties really is. Miss D told her about Panties’ menstruation and date panties and how Panties had to recite panty poetry and dance in a tutu at her coming out party. (“And she doesn’t have a penis!” exclaimed Miss C.) Miss BR was delighted at the prospect of Panties in her Maid’s uniform scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees. She said with a whispery smile and to Miss D’s great amusement: “Who needs a vacuum cleaner, when you have Panties to crawl around picking up dirt?” She liked the idea of Panties wearing bloomers to keep her panties from showing when she bends over. (“Maybe a light blue, no, hot pink!”) Miss D told her she can use Panties however she wants and that Panties had been told to obey her. Most recently, Miss D spoke to Panties about some new rules: “From now on, whenever I come in the room, you are to curtsy or bow to me. You are to do the same with Miss C and Miss BR.” Panties cannot imagine how it is to be close to this interesting girl, what it is like to sit drinking wine, joking, and enjoying the company of this interesting girl. Instead she will learn to make her bed and cook her meals.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-84366997043480476762010-11-28T19:49:00.000-08:002010-11-28T19:49:44.051-08:00New Rule<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TPMiw3rIzjI/AAAAAAAAAao/ILWMXX0Fx-8/s1600/0803092235a.jpg'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TPMiw3rIzjI/AAAAAAAAAao/ILWMXX0Fx-8/s400/0803092235a.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> <br />According to Miss D, her BFF Miss C is infatuated with Miss B whose ethereal trails reach from San Diego to Seattle. For Panties, her voice still echoes in the aisle where female incontinence products are sold. Recently Miss D revived the tradition: “New rule– from now on, when you ask for a squirt or have an accidental squirt, I’m going to ask you to drink lots of water and have a diaper squirt.” When she heard how Panties would have to put down newspaper and wait for the moment in the presence of Miss B, Miss D said, “I’d like to see that, too. You’re going to become a creature that’s part dog and part baby.”<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-50988521517548684842010-11-20T10:05:00.000-08:002010-11-20T10:10:12.962-08:00White Wine<a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TOgN6OIQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAag/ufr0NosqFjg/s1600/P1060607.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TOgN6OIQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAag/ufr0NosqFjg/s400/P1060607.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> Miss D was telling Miss BR how Panties wants to be a girl more than anything in the world, and since most girls are heterosexual she should be interested in all things penis including things you do to a penis if you are a girl with a healthy sex drive. Panties already has been taught what to think when she sees a dollop of mayo or a glass of white wine. Miss D knows what Panties has done in a hotel room when the only other body present was by no means female. She knows what Panties performed in a car parked in a desolate part of town for as little as five dollars. She declared prophetically that Panties would never kiss a girl again, and that she would be glad about it. Recently, Panties was minding her own business watching a gaggle of transvestites around the pool table. When she returned to the dance floor one of them followed her to chat. At the end of the night she offered Panties a ride back to where Miss D was staying. Miss D wasn’t home, but Panties declined to let her come in for a sissy nightcap (there was only red wine in the house). But she agreed to watch while the other sissy hiked up her skirt and pulled down her serious panties and pantihose and did what sissies love to do. Panties was shy about touching the forbidden flesh, but she submitted to resting her fingers and red nails lightly on the hairy wrist of her fellow sissy, causing a hot, white ejaculation which Panties was not quite quick enough to avoid.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-48407946999824811382010-11-07T05:29:00.000-08:002010-11-07T05:29:15.025-08:00Kiss Here<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TNapqpaPx5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/iODiVHYAvjM/s1600/sitting_on_bed_4.jpg'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TNapqpaPx5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/iODiVHYAvjM/s400/sitting_on_bed_4.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> Panties is getting nudged away from her ideas about the textures, smells and pastel sounds of cuddling with a real girl. Although Miss D is a constant reminder of how dreamy, wonderful it is to be close to someone like her, Panties finds herself thinking about something closer to what a real girl feels, smells, tastes when she is intimate with the opposite sex. Miss D has been repetitively urging Panties to give up her silly ideas of ever trying to please a woman. She thinks it would be a crime against women for any one to find themselves in bed with a transvestite who sees her primarily as a vehicle for panties to be in motion. She is intrigued by some of the sissies who have written, however. She has no problem with the idea of a sissy lover, where each would get exactly what they want and what they deserve. Panties is already dreaming of her face right at the crotch panel of a pair of panties, wet and distended in the wrong places... This call for sissies might also involve housework and possibly even a loving relationship with Panties. But it’s first of all, about sissy bonding and helping Panties take her medicine.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-33413042404300849672010-10-31T06:35:00.000-07:002010-10-31T06:59:47.710-07:00Slip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yZvST2QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C8pU145DLrg/s1600/slip4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yZvST2QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C8pU145DLrg/s400/slip4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534205303623768322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yZebbwSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/6_X7GFl4xck/s1600/marilyn_monroe_05a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yZebbwSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/6_X7GFl4xck/s400/marilyn_monroe_05a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534205299098632482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yZK2FxZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qVvHADBATko/s1600/lacy_slip_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yZK2FxZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qVvHADBATko/s400/lacy_slip_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534205293841728914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yYkqGOOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r3bSl3dT6SQ/s1600/yellow_mini_lacy_half_slip.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yYkqGOOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r3bSl3dT6SQ/s400/yellow_mini_lacy_half_slip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534205283590879458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yYUYOOpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/667Urw3gGyo/s1600/C03n0056.SLIPS.CR440.Q90.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TM1yYUYOOpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/667Urw3gGyo/s400/C03n0056.SLIPS.CR440.Q90.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534205279220939410" /></a><br /><br />Panties already experiencing PMS, remembers how she tried to impress Miss N, who instead of a kiss, gave Panties a bag of her old clothes with the clear understanding that Panties would put them to good use, meaning she would wear them. Most of the clothes were not very girly. There was a light blue and white striped shirt with buttons on the right, a white shirt trimmed with a blue sailor’s collar, and a pair of purple culottes. It’s almost as if Miss N were reluctant to fully endorse Panties’s transvestism. But at the bottom of the bag she sent a message which Panties took to heart: a white, lacy slip given to Miss N by her mother. This set the stage for Miss D’s interpretation of the garment as something Panties will wear in the presence of her lover, a transvestite, or even a m*n, after nonchalantly pulling off her dress or skirt and blouse and walking around as if there were no special intent. Panties no longer thinks about it being a female body under the slips she and her intimate friends wear. As her vocabulary is re-trained, the slip becomes an intense, light, ribbony, flirty world between skirts and panties, no longer just a garment a girl wears for mostly practical purposes.Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-77514859306918230982010-10-16T09:21:00.000-07:002010-10-16T09:22:45.442-07:00Lovers<a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TLnQ-iO-UvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/S9diDB3O4A8/s1600/CL001.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TLnQ-iO-UvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/S9diDB3O4A8/s400/CL001.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> She knows the things that made Panties’ panties wet and is editing the list of what things will make her panties wet from now on. In place of breasts and vaginas she prefers Panties to get hot and bothered about Lifesize Barbie and dresses. She is getting Panties to see how erotic a withdrawal slip or a list of assignments can be. She wants to deepen Panties’ relationship with old lovers, including her transvestism, panties, and of course, other transvestites dressed in panties, bras, garterbelts, nylons and slips. She knows where Panties has been, including the space between these thighs, how she spent a few hours with her face getting to know that special sissy place, with her sissy thighs likewise being tickled by transvestite kisses. And she knows that no one made Panties dress herself and rendezvous in a motel near the airport. No one made Panties hike her skirt and parade herself in a women's undergarments. No one made her do things that would absolutely be considered "proper use of her mouth."<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-47433852663560273092010-10-09T07:13:00.000-07:002010-10-09T07:13:53.032-07:00Oral Lessons<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TLB4oHK2xTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QMv8ydfPemI/s1600/wine-10963.jpg'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TLB4oHK2xTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QMv8ydfPemI/s400/wine-10963.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> Panties, very relieved that her period is over, is dressed in a pink bra and tan panties with light pantihose. She is wearing her yellow dress which Miss D helped her buy after Panties admired the yellow dress an actress was wearing on-stage. Panties is reviewing her lessons, how she is no longer allowed to freely drink red wine in Miss D’s presence and how Miss D’s BFF Miss C first scolded Panties for “using your mouth incorrectly,” which is how Miss D now refers as well to any utterance which is unbefitting a sissy transvestite, such as any complaint or opinion even, and more recently, any utterance at all without the necessary permission. Miss D doesn’t require Panties to moo the way Miss B liked, but Panties isn’t allowed to address Miss D without first asking, in a high, humble, voice, “May I speak, Miss D?” One morning when Panties neglected this protocol and had whined about some trivial matter, Miss D left Panties on her knees and returned a minute later with a tumbler of white wine and a penis straw. Panties had to sip the wine through the penis straw and then perform oral sex, noisily on the penis straw before drinking the rest of the white wine. Miss D was delighted: “This is for using your mouth improperly. From now on you won’t be able to drink white wine without thinking of male ejaculate. For you, white wine is cum. You are sexually aroused by white wine, because it reminds you of cum. You are sexually aroused by white wine because you had to drink through a penis straw and give the penis straw a blowjob.”<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-64155428224627701702010-10-03T07:37:00.000-07:002010-10-03T08:07:42.034-07:00Unmentionables<a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TKiVItvu6BI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EkjkU3tedEU/s1600/P1040456.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TKiVItvu6BI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EkjkU3tedEU/s400/P1040456.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> <br />Panties, dressed in the same outfit as yesterday, but with a fresh pad, is learning her unique way of relating to women, even those who might be girl friends. She is learning that she isn't on an equal footing with any of these girls, having been bent over by a number of them simply because they ordered it. Panties remembers Carol, who made Panties bend down and kiss her feet. She knew Panties was menstruating and went around back for a better view. And Tasia, who is barely 20, dressed Panties in pink panties, garterbelt, nylons, and high heels under a glittery dress and had her kneel as would no other of her friends, on the bed. Miss J has had been entertained by Panties on her knees, displaying her unmentionables, and Miss B has often directed Panties into her “favorite position” which is also the best angle for administering a spanking. Miss D intends for Panties to be a proper lady, even as she commands her into an occasional un-lady-like, immodest pose.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-78419492453324308152010-10-02T09:50:00.000-07:002010-10-02T09:50:52.623-07:00Sticky Thighs<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TKdi6-skrkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4e53Ha5jKaw/s1600/41CYXGPJ1YL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TKdi6-skrkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4e53Ha5jKaw/s400/41CYXGPJ1YL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> <br />Panties is dressed in her Pink Calvin Klein bra, Vanity Fair hipster panties, garter belt, seamed stockings, slip and high heels. She is wearing her Barbie bracelets and red lipstick and earrings. Last night she slept in her pink, nylon knee-length nightie with lace trim down the front, bra and panties and sanitary belt with napkin. Her period started late today but her flow is heavier than normal. She is feeling her menstrual discomfort (in her feet) but is comforted by the extra fullness in her panties. Miss D was amused hearing Miss B comment how Panties needs her napkin without which there is not much of any kind of bulge at all in her panties. Miss D is more reasonable than Miss B or Miss J who had Panties menstruating for 14 days or as punishment, 30 days which meant that Panties could only squirt one day during months with 31 days. Miss D still won’t allow Panties to squirt during her period, but Panties hopes that she might allow her to substitute any brand of modern pads for the belted sanitary napkins which Miss B and Miss J emphatically preferred. They also were very happy at the idea of Panties having to menstruate forever, unlike real women who get relief at menopause. Miss D has not commented on this.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-16783990753956772122010-09-26T09:53:00.000-07:002010-09-26T09:53:23.749-07:00Miss D<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TJ96giDOmhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9qX50HVT-xA/s1600/P1060523.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TJ96giDOmhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9qX50HVT-xA/s400/P1060523.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> <br />She won't even let you touch her pretty knees.<br /><br />She won't let you kiss her ear.<br /><br />She might let you buy her a book.<br /><br />She might let you pay her phone bill.<br /><br />She doesn't like melon.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-3711076580741786502010-09-21T17:31:00.000-07:002010-09-21T17:33:30.644-07:00For R.A.<a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TJlOeBgbVXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/splMzdNDo-k/s1600/P1060493.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TJlOeBgbVXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/splMzdNDo-k/s400/P1060493.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></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.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-40453269216472472202010-09-15T18:04:00.000-07:002010-09-15T18:06:18.403-07:00Hello Again<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TJFtPvH_VJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RDjq6Ei70xk/s1600/P1030344.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TJFtPvH_VJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RDjq6Ei70xk/s400/P1030344.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> The Return of Miss B<br /><br />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:<br /><br />Reply to: anon-97754988@craigslist.org<br />Date: 2005-09-15, 3:50PM EDT<br /><br />Seeking slave to serve three beautiful women <br />Your responsibilities will include clean our apartmen in a little French maid outfit, doing shopping and laundry our anything else our hearts desire. <br />Your reward will be permission to perform manicures and pedicures. <br />There is no sexual contact your pleasure will be fulfilling satisfying us. <br />You will be required to keep a written journal about your experience in our environment. <br />Strictly professional environment <br />this is in or around ____________. (Details on the shadow blog)<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-63895276610881295812010-09-12T10:21:00.000-07:002010-09-12T10:24:58.198-07:00Girls Night Out<a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TI0MM6YNJqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ft5svaWhHMQ/s1600/P1060363.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TI0MM6YNJqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ft5svaWhHMQ/s400/P1060363.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> 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.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-37752719719500646812010-09-10T21:09:00.000-07:002010-09-10T21:09:34.426-07:00Train Training<a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TIsA_ItJuuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LyER-T_kKHk/s1600/P1060382.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TIsA_ItJuuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LyER-T_kKHk/s400/P1060382.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> <br /><em>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.</em><div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-50971577161761099082010-08-31T20:14:00.000-07:002010-08-31T20:15:44.393-07:00Sissy Cramps<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TH3FHEh-goI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ogiKXKdSQFI/s1600/P1000021.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/TH3FHEh-goI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ogiKXKdSQFI/s400/P1000021.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;' /></a> <br />Panties will slip on her blue ankle length nylon nightie tonight with a white bra and white Vanity Fair bikini panties trimmed with lace at the waistband and the legholes. Panties will also wear her sanitary belt with a napkin and a pair of high heels which has been added to her menstrual routine. Whether or not Panties suffers her special kind of menstrual cramps, she will lie in her bed well aware of her time of the month. In the morning she will put on a fresh pad, sticky with menstrual jelly under her panties before dressing in her basic outfit of bra, panties, garterbelt, nylons, high heels, and earrings, rings and panties pendant.<div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-66558850710272296732010-08-23T12:56:00.001-07:002010-08-23T12:59:38.563-07:00My Purse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/THLTGwuICgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wYRdBCetI3o/s1600/purse.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/THLTGwuICgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wYRdBCetI3o/s400/purse.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508697407338580482" /></a>Pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610445746547303953.post-22288533452226973582010-08-21T15:30:00.000-07:002010-08-21T15:38:09.939-07:00Sisterly Advice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/THBVQoegqsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tahaO27nOSw/s1600/condom.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxBHinZrWV0/THBVQoegqsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tahaO27nOSw/s320/condom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507996088505772738" /></a><br /><br />Linda writes:<br /><br />1. Regarding your periods, there is much more you could do to simulate the unpleasant sensations that go with them. One is to wear your bra in a tighter setting or wear the next size smaller. Same with panties. Glad to see you are being made to wear high heels at that time. There is also a concept called period simulation. You insert a fluid or ice cube in your sissy pussy that leaks out during the day. Better have a pad or tampon in place. If interested, I'll give you more specifics.<br /><br />2. Glad to see Miss D is considering recruiting a playmate for you. Assuming this happens, you will be well on your way to experiencing what it's like to service another sissy. (A real man should come next!) Wonder who will do what to whom first? This should provide additional nails in the coffin regarding your expectation of dating a real woman in the future. Few women will consider giving the time of day to a sissy cocksucker.<br /><br />3. Regarding the visit to the sex store, I was disappointed that you did not describe the full list of items purchased. I hope you were instructed to purchase two dildos, condoms (in colors), and small and medium sized butt plugs along with some lub. Perhaps a penis gag too for when you bring up inappropriate subjects or talk too much. The dildos and plugs will prepare your for your new sissy friend. I'm sure Miss D and her friends will enjoy giving you detailed feedback on how you are progressing with your cocksucking training. One approach is to tape the dildo to a table that is the height of your mouth when you are on your knees (the most likely cocksucking position). You can then practice placing the condom on the dildo before sucking it so as to get used to the latex taste. (I fully support safe sex for sissies.) If you wonder why I suggest two dildos, think about what you are using the butt plugs for. The second dildo comes next!<br /><br />4. I think it would be nice if during each blog post you list the lingerie you are wearing as well as your outerwear. Please describe your panties in detail.<br /><br />5. When you are permitted a sissy wanking (can't recall the exact term), I would love to hear your describe it, what you used (your plain hand, a discarded pair of Miss D's panties, etc.), your body's position, and who watched. (I hope you always have an audience!) You should always collect and eat your cum. Finally, you should report this in your blog whenever it takes place.<br /><br />6. I believe Miss D has written elsewhere that she generally supports having sissies locked up. So why is yours still free? Do you have any piercings or sissy tattoos? Can we see pictures? I'm sure all your readers would like to see pics of you, not just your pantyhose covered rear as you kneel on the floor.<br /><br />Hope you find my comments useful. - LindaPantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02554559882339197347noreply@blogger.com1