Miss D

 

She has a cold again, sniffling, her voice a sexy rasp. She’s been around kids and figures she’s picking up their various contagions. Still, she was in a bright mood, her voice reaching for high notes to make music of the most mundane chatter. You would love her laugh, which is better than music. Once in a while, when she is amused, she punctuates her words with a liquidy sound that transports you to spring meadows.

Secretary

 

Early in the training Miss D ordered Panties to handle a significant mailing of seven boxes, several heavier than what most girls could carry alone. If you’ve noticed how pretty girls can sometimes be deficient in conscience and ideals, Miss D is the lovely exception. She is one of the gentlest, kindest girls, which makes Panties even more grateful, that it is her, rather than any of a number of comparatively oblivious, unpleasant women holding the leash. As Miss D said, “if you’re going to be used, it might as well be by me.” It’s true, she is extremely honest and someone you trust. Which doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a dangerous, capricious and brilliant streak somewhere inside. So when Panties complained about the time and expense of the mailing, Miss D was sincerely polite and apologetic. Then Panties received a string of text messages instructing her to consider how she should be grateful for the assignment and that she should apologize not only to Miss D, but to her boxes. “Get dressed and get on your knees, and tell the boxes how much you love them,” she wrote. Then in an email: “I will be very happy if there are lipstick kisses all over my boxes. And if you take great care in wrapping the xxx with pretty paper. You might want to write my xxx a poem about how glad she is so heavy and how jealous you are over her for being a precious object of mine that will advance my career. You will meet me "dressed". And you will go to the post-office "dressed" and learn to be very happy and grateful for this. You are my secretary.” Panties dressed in her secretary’s outfit, put on lipstick and knelt down by Miss B’s boxes and kissed them lovingly, whispering how she loved them just because they belonged to Miss B. Panties was surprised how her resentment had vanished, replaced with a deep respect and love for her trainer. When she received the photograph, evidence of Panties’ having obeyed her, she said she smiled and smiled with “immense satisfaction.”

3 Dresses

 


Panties received an e-mail from Miss D dispatching her to her favorite boutique: “You are to choose beautiful dresses, tops, and skirts for both of us to wear to the shows– and for you to wear for your secretarial and errand girl activities.” Of course some of the most important numbers in Panties’ head have to do with Miss D's clothing sizes. She has already bought panties and bras and by now knows her every skirt, dress, top and skirt sizes. Panties spent an afternoon shopping for two dresses for Miss D. They are to hang in Panties closet to remind Panties whose place it is. Panties also shopped for a red dress for herself, to match the pink purse Miss D bought a purple dress for herself. The pretty salesgirl’s big eyes became even wider. Later Panties received this from Miss D: “I'm soooo thrilled you tried on the dresses, and bought yourself a dress.”

A Celebration

 


Miss D has led Panties to the next level of secretarial training. Facing some worrisome billings and communications almost as alarming as an IRS edict, she simply passed it on to Panties, who immediately, took care of the problem without resentment, or at the very worst, just the smallest “regret” at having to spend so much of her time on these matters. (Panties immediately felt guilt over these thoughts, but was struck at how dwindling they were.) She wrote a check as well as a letter to the officials apologizing on behalf of Miss D, explaining that the problem was entirely due to secretarial incompetence and not any fault of Miss D. (This later amused Miss D audibly.) On the last day of her period, Panties received from Miss D an email regarding another task: “You have 2 weeks for this deadline. You have one more day of your menstrual cycle. Wash well.” It is Miss D’s casual, intelligent, lightly sardonic flourishes which deepen Panties devotion to her trainer. While shaving her legs and underarms in the shower, Panties felt obligated to lather and rinse the way a woman might after the end of a particularly messy menstruation. Although she can be as dangerous as Miss B, Miss D has her own elegant style, and a lighter touch. She was on the phone with Panties two days ago about some recent small non-sissy accomplishment. The non-sissy accomplishment, while not in direct opposition to proper training purposes, nevertheless allows a blush of m*nly pride which Miss B might have “celebrated,” by having Panties drink a liter of water while wearing incontinence panties. Miss D cheerfully directed Panties to toast herself with a glass of wine or grape juice. Then she added: “You are not to use a wine glass... That’s something I would use (to celebrate). (You are to) ..use a coffee cup and sit on the floor.”

What Panties Wore on a Date

 

Miss D reprimanded Panties slip regarding the first-person pronoun which Panties apologizes for. Panties has learned to apologize humbly to her satisfaction. Panties also confessed to serial unauthorized squirts behind a small amount of m*nly rudeness. Miss D in her gentle, but firm way has put Panties back on track with an extended menstruation. As further punishment, Panties wore a tampon and an extra messy amount of strawberry stickiness in Panties’ sanitary napkin. She has to get her eyebrows done and the sum of these will appease Miss D.

Diaper Training

Something Miss D said to Panties a few days ago.

"Panties, I changed a baby boy's diaper today and thought of you. He had a thumb sized appendage just under his navel; and just under that appendage was something that looked
like a skin-colored prune or a hand full of almonds. I imagine that's what you look like under your panties. Won't it be nice when you turn into a real lady and you are allowed to sprout hair to cover your embarrassing wenis...which I pronounce the German way--Venis?"

When Panties menstruates it feels like wearing a diaper. Panties wishes Miss D would let her wear a tampon like she wears. But she doesn't think Panties is grown up enough for tampons yet. She thinks tampons will make Panties think of sex. She doesn't want Panties to experience any firmness on or in my body. Panties must repeat: Panties does not have a penis; Panties has a wenis. Panties is not an m.a.n.; Panties is a sissy. Panties does not have opinions; Panties is a sissy. Panties must do what Miss D says; Panties am a Sissy.

Moon Cycle

A note from Miss D on Sept 1, 2009

Panties, you must prepare for menstruation today; I changed my mind.
Instead of switching you to menstruate with the new moon; you are to
continue menstruating the 1st through the 7th of every month. However,
you will have breakthrough bleeding on the new moon day of the 18th this
month.

Panties, tonight you are to take a shower--singing in a very high voice,
a song fit for a teenage girl. And after your shower you will
dress in panties and your menstruation equipment including jelly spread on a
feminine napkin and in your thighs. Then you are to put
on a towel as a turban on your head. You will dress in a girls nighty
or just sleep in your bra and panties or tank top and panties. You
may remove the turban after dressing. Then you are to climb in bed
and think of your barbies, your lipstick, and your devotion to me and the assistant
trainer I have chosen.

Miss D