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i love shaving my legs and underarms!!

After i shave and soak in a comfy bubblebath i just feel so gurly. To celebrate this euphoria i put slip on 2 or 3 pairs of padded butt panties followed by a pair of white short shorts (size 14 low rise fits my 37" waist) with a cute little cuff (be sure to get some that button like a girls, right over left). Then i slip on my white KEDS classic sneakers (size 12XW - you should see all the sizes available for large feet). Next a simple Hawaiian floral print shirt, even though so many are unisex styles, i get mine in the woman's department to insure the pattern is very feminine. i check to see that the top ends just above the hem of my shorts. Just a simple touch of a pink lipstick and i'm finished.

Nothing too outlandish, or offend anyone.

Now i go shopping. Its always fun to visit a hardware or big autoparts store. Just as much fun to walk though a big box store or mall looking at "macho" things. Oh what a turn on - i'm getting wet remembering my last outing.

Tags: Sissy Shopping Shaving

Lady just came home from Her daily shopping trip.  “I have a present for you,” She announced, “get the box from the car.”  It was a small box, but Lady does not carry anything from the garage up the stairs to the house.  The box was not gift wrapped, but it was taped closed.  From experience, i know that these gifts are usually addition to my sissy wardrobe.  “Oooh how nice”, i cooed as i looked at a tiny little bikini in a bright floral print.

Last week, i was allowed to go on one of Lady’s shopping trips and She must have seen me touching this suit.  It was about the smallest bikini i had ever seen.  Two tiny triangles of the colorful fabric held together by skinny strings made up the top.  The bottom was not too much more fabric; a small wedge of fabric in front with a Rio style backside.  The back was more than a thong, but far less than even a high cut bikini.  When i admired the suit i mentally could see my tiny little boy stick tucked between my legs creating a nice flat look in front.  And i loved the Caribbean look to the printed fabric.

“Go try it on,” Lady urged.  i did not need to be told twice; i took off my bra and panties i was wearing and carefully put on the suit.  There was no reason to leave the room to change, Lady only allows me to dress and undress when She can see what i am doing.  Around the house i am always wearing panties and a DD bra.  i am not allowed to use any breastforms, the loose empty cups being a constant reminder i was not good enough to be a girl. The panties i was wearing were full cut with a pastel flower print.  Again, this is part of my standard daily attire.

i lifted my moobs to try and fill the top of the bikini and tightly tied the strings in back and around my neck.  i pulled the bottom between my legs and tied the side strings.  Of course i pushed my little stick back as far as i could.  i did a simple pirouette so Lady could see the suit on me. 

“Hmm, you look like a little girl.  But little girls have little nipples starting to bud.  Get the box.”  i know what She meant: the box was where we stored many of our toys.  Lady rummaged around a few minutes and then said, “these will be perfect – put them on.”  She handed me a pair of snake bite suction cups. i lifted the first triangle, licked the yellow cup, gave it a squeeze and then pressed it against my hairless chest.  i could feel my little nipple being pulled into the vacuum.  i repeated the steps for the second side.  Looking down, it did look like i had “headlights” beaming thought the fabric of “my” bikini.  i smiled as i imagined how i would look when i could see myself in the mirror.  Lady gave the two cups another squeeze, pulling more of my flesh into the suction chamber.  i knew from past experience, my nipple would be stretched about a half inch, but prolonged wearing of the cups would draw fluids though the Sebaceous glands around the areola.  “Go look at yourself.”  i ran to Her bedroom to see myself in the full length mirror.

WOW, did i look like a sissy!  my masculine figured wrapped in the tiny bikini was a sight to behold.  No wolf whistles would ever come my way.  i looked ridiculous.  But as a dedicated sissy, i knew this was my role in life.  i returned to the living room and thanked Lady over and over; i loved the suit.

“Look in the box, there’s more.” More?  i didn’t see anything else.  i removed the tissue paper that had been wrapped around the bikini and there it was.  i was shocked; fear shot through my being.  There in the bottom of the box was a membership card for Tanfastic and an appointment card for twice a weeks sessions.  i knew better than to object, but surely Lady did not want to get tan lines wearing this suit!

Tags: Femdom Sissy Tanlines Humiliation

Sunday, February 7, 2010 is a day i will always remember.  New Orleans won the superbowl, but that was not the defining aspect of the day.

 

It started out routine enough.  i made Lady Her coffee and prepared breakfast, all while dressed in the babydoll nighty that i had worn to bed, along with some cute polka dot wedge heels that serve as my slippers.

 

As Lady allows, Sunday morning i am allowed the luxery of a relaxing bath in our spa tub.  Of course, i shave my armpits, chest and legs.  Oh how i love the feminine act of shaving my legs; i take great pleasure in getting all traces of hair off my legs.  Then i finish my bathing by touching up the little landing strip of hair that gives me a sissy look “down there.”

 

Next i applied my skin care products.  When it was time to dress, i went to the bedroom and saw that Lady had a tight control thong panty out for me to wear.  The Rago control top is one of my favorites as it helps flatten my tummy, hides my boytool and allows my cheeks to feel free. (Lady always selects my panties for the day, i have no say in the matter.)

 

Lady was aware of my plans – i would go to my buddies house for his 11^th annual Superbowl Party.  Lady chose not to attend this year; She is not a sports fan and does not care for the other women that would be there.

 

i slid on some jeans and a football looking jersey, some sneakers and was ready to go.  “Not so fast, what are you wearing?” She asked.  It was pretty evident what i was wearing, but i still stammered something stupid, like “i don’t know, should i change?”

 

“Let me take a look at you.”   i shuddered; i was allowed to maintain a vanilla male look when around my old buddies.  “Okay, if that is what you want to wear you can.  But we need to work on your underclothes. Follow me.”

 

Lady led me to my dressing room and instructed me to strip back down to my panties.  “Those jeans look so baggy on you, you know you have no butt.  Here, put these on.”  With that She handed me a pair of my padded butt panties.  “And these,” as She handed me another pair of the same.  Then she handed me yet another pair.  So now i was wearing a very tight control thong covered by three pairs of padded butt underwear that all were made out of a stretch fabric.  The combined effect really flattened my tummy.

 

“If you insist on that frumpy sweatshirt you may as well wear this – put it on.”  Lady handed me a camisole trimmed around the neckline with a lace band.  “It won’t show under your heavy shirt” 

 

“Just a few more things.” Lady continued to go through my drawers admonishing me for the messy condition she found. “Look at your clothes, it not properly folded. You need to care better for the things i buy you.   Ah-ha, this will be perfect.”  Lady handed me a garter belt and a pair of fishnet stockings.  i was so shocked.  How could i wear stocking to a Superbowl party?  i knew better than to argue, but i must have shown my feelings; i felt like i would cry.  She sensed my concern, and being as kind as She is went on to explain.  “You have nothing to worry about.  It’s a party, you can just stand around with you buddies.  When standing your pants fall over the tops of your shoes and the garters don’t show.  Trust me.”

 

i finished dressing; the camisole, the garter belt, the stockings, then my jeans, sweatshirt and stockings.  Lady was right, when i faced the mirror all looked fine.  i ran my hands down the leg of my jeans and could feel the garter hardware, but looking at my reflection they did not show.  Also, my ankles were covered by my pants.  SO the solution was simple, just stay standing.

 

i kissed Lady on the hand, did a polite curtsey and headed to the party.  All went pretty well.  The game was progressing, New Orleans was looking good after a slow half.  i was on my third beer late in the game when one of the Wives exclaimed, “Wow look at that butt, no more beer for you!”  If i had in fact had a naturally big butt, this would have been only mildly embarrassing, but the realization of what i was wearing flashed in my mind.  i could clearly see the image of me before i put on the jeans and shirt - lacey camilsole, padded girdle panties, garter belt, stockings - just what every guy wears to a Superbowl party.  Just thinking i might be outed caused me to turn beet red.  What if She cam over and gave me an teasing pich?Nothing else was said, but the bravado i had exhibited for the first 90 minutes turned to fear.  i carefully stood near a back wall and found myself fidgeting, rubbing my pant legs to check the garters.  As soon as the game ended i made a hasty exit and fled home.

Tags: Humiliation

my Lady is not into enemas, so i sneak around and flush myself clean whenever She is away from the house. Next week She will be leaving on a two week business trip. I plan to "irrigate" daily.

i have wondered about punishment enemas - those will induce high levels of cramps. There is much said about M&M enemas, but no one says much about the cleanup, both of the bag and the toilet. It seems to me molasses will be a sticky mess. Does anyone have any experience in this regard?

Also, i plan a session of self bondage after one of the day's enemas where i will be locked in a baby romper (onsie) with the key mailed to the house. i plan to mail two sets, from two different post offices. After a series of enemas to clean me out, i plan to finish with olive oil and lemon juice. This should cause some cramps and should drip for at least a day. After i am diapered covered with plastic pants, i will put on the romper and lock the straps holding me captive until the mail arrives the next day around 4 pm. i will probably need to wait until dark to walk to the mail boxes to get the keys.

i will post updates.

Tags: Enema Bondage Diapers

Pregnancy

i was watching the movie BABY MAMA where they had a device to let a male experience some of the effects of pregnancy. In the movie it was called a HE-TUS. This is an imaginary device, but there is a company that sells something like it, even better.

http://www.empathybelly.org/

Now i can’t stop thinking about wearing one. i want to be pregnant or at least experience this very feminine sensation.

Has anyone else ever felt this way?

Does anyone have experience with a device like this.

Tags: Sissy Pregnancy

Lady has a very simple device to make almost any piece of clothing “bondage wear”. At the local fabric shop She bought an “eyelet tool.” This is much like a grommet tool, only the fittings are smaller, much like the holes in shoes where the laces pass.

By installing an eyelet on each side of a zipper, bra strap or button hole She can use a simple luggage padlock to keep me confined.

At this moment i am trapped in a bathing suit with the rear straps locked together. There is no way i can free myself without damaging the swimsuit or the lock, sure signs of an indiscretion.

Most of my outfits have a pair of eyelets at the neckline so that She can lock me in as She desires. i am always locked in my maids uniform, especially when she loans me out to our former housekeeper for whom i now work as Her assistant. i have been locked in a bra with huge breast forms sewn when She left town for a weekend, making it difficult to leave the house without looking like a very silly sissy.

For my low cut dresses, She installs a series of eyelets and then uses lengths of chain to lock the dress or blouse to my slave collar, also secured with a padlock.

She has used “tamperproof cable ties” made of nylon to trap me the clothes of Her choosing that will get through airline security. These simple straps are like standard cable ties, but have a tag with a security code attached. If i cut the strap, i would not be able to get one with the same number stamped on it; again giving me away.

Oh, and did i mention, today before She had me put on the suit i was administered a series of enemas? i can already feel the cramps setting in. If i give in to my bowels, i will soil the suit; and that is sure to draw a severe punishment.

Tags: Bondage Humiliation Enema

While shpping the net i came accros these online stores.

This company has some "fem" suits that flatten the front.

http://www.koalaswim.com/ko-swim-split-master.htm

This company on the other hand seems only to flaunt the big boys.

http://www.fireboyunderwear.com/

Tags: Underwear Fem Sissy Cock

(i posted this on another site some tme ago)

hello again.

i am writing this post with a pair of yellow snake bite suction cups on my nipples. For a long time i have played with various clamps from simple clothes pins to weighed commercial devices.

But the suction of the snake bite cups is a new experience. The cups look much like crutch tips, but are more pliant. To prepare for the experience, i first wore spring clamps for about 20 minutes then took a hot shower directing the harshest flow of water possible at my tender titties.

Then i slipped on a sheer babydoll. Now it was time. i squeezed a cup and place it firmly on my left nipple. Oooh, it felt to good. Then the right. Oops, it came off! A little more care and i was able to get the cup sucking tightly at my nipples. After about 10 minutes both nipples enter an exquisite level of pain/irritation.

Time for a peek. Hmm, it not easy to get the cup off. WOW, my nipple is nearly a half inch long! And oh so sensitive! Okay, put the suckers back on - easier said then done. But now i have both back in place. Not too attractive under my babydoll. Of course, wear a bra.

So now i am wearing a basic black bra under my sheer white babydoll. Nice image as i look in the mirror.

20 minutes total time. Let me tighten the suckers a bit more; hard to squeeze the air out but once i do the bite is so much stronger.

My Lady comes home in an hour, i wonder if i can keep them on that long?

It was only 40 minutes. The pain was not too bad, settled down to a dull ache. Every few minutes i would squeeze the cups to force even more sucking being carefule not to let them fall off and not to peek yet.

But i panicked when i saw liquid around the base of the left cup. I pulled both off and ran to a mirror. There was moisture around the left nipple, reddish in color. Blood i suspect. The right nipple had a few Sebaceous glands (from wikipedia), the small bumps around the nipple starting to grow to about pea size. Not too attractive.

The areola around both nipples were nearing the size of a quarter; usually they are a bit smaller than dime size. And the nipples wow, they were about 3/4 of an inch long and had also grown in diameter. The look is great and they are even more sensitive, but not the same soreness when wearing clamps.

i will try this again, but has anyone had any similar experiences?

NOTE (new):  the swelling and sensitivity lasted about 48 hours. The area around my nipples continued to drain most of that time.  i repeated this experiment again a few weeks later.  The liquid appeared again.  i squeezed the little cups every 5-10 minutes for nearly 90 minutes.  my little boobies and nipples grew to nearly an inch long and were very tender.  i wish i had something bigger than snake bite kits cups to suck on my titties.

Next time i will try leaving them on even longer.

Does anyone have an idea for some "suckers" that might allow my tit tips to grow even more?

Tags: Sissy Nipple Torture Pain

my Lady was traveling out of town for a week so i had some time to plan a little recreation. Don’t get me wrong, i love being Lady’s sissy maid. But Lady does not understand my desire to feel trapped and vulnerable. The planning began weeks ago and each idle moment i would revise the plan to make it even more difficult and uncomfortable.



Lady had an early morning flight. On the way home from the airport i mailed a set of key to our house. Just to be safe, i drove to a neighboring city and mailed me a second set of keys.



The mail would not be here until tomorrow afternoon, so i could really enjoy each diabolical thing i had planned.



i began by chaining my ankles’ together with only 6 inches of slack. To move around the house would not be easy. Next i locked all the upstairs’ bathrooms and put some large boxes on the stairway to the laundry room.



Then i stripped naked and went to the upstairs deck. We have an outdoor sink with hot and cold water. Cars driving by can see parts of the deck, but most people don’t bother to look up to the third floor. Next was a series of enemas. A soapy 2 quart, held for 10 minutes. The challenge now was to hobble down two flights of stairs to get to the laundry room toilet. With my ankles bound as they were, i could only take very little steps. There was just enough slack to very carefully make it down the stairs one at a time. What a relief as i expelled the soapy mess.



It was not as hard as i anticipated getting down the stairs, so the next challenge would need to start early. i worked my way up the stairs to the bedroom. Here i slipped a quarter into each 6” pump. Then i put the shoe on and secured a small chain around my ankle and under the shoe. The first pair of locks were snapped shut. But the soap was still churning in my gut, so i needed to go back downstairs to the toilet to empty again.



Okay, next step. Back up to roof where a plain water enema was ready for me. But to really mix things up, this bag was filled with ice water. Oh the cramps were so intense i was ready to call off the whole thing. But here i was, naked, ankles hobbled together and 6” pumps locked to my feet. i could barely make it down the stairs; the damn quarter was like a pea under a mattress. The cramps were excruciating, i was in constant fear i would leak all over the carpet. Somehow i managed to make it to the laundry room and just sat on the toilet for what seemed like hours.



Back up the stairs to the kitchen. i had worked up quite an appetite, but i had already made a fiber drink chock full of chalky tasting powder – bottoms-up. Not sure what impact this might have on my bowels, but after all this was an experiment.



It was time to get dressed. i plugged my ass with a large butt plug. Over this i layered a Rago control thong. This high waist girdle, two sizes too small would force the anal intruder firmly against my tender opening. A night time diaper and rubber pants went on next. Then two padded butt girdles, each a size too small. Already it was getting hard to breath. But i was not done. Next a waist cinching corset went over the stomach. To get the laces tight, i looped them around a door knob and kept wiggling away to get them nice and taut. Did i already say breathing was hard?



i clipped two small paperclips to my nipples then put on a mastectomy bra filled with EE Silone forms. Another padlock went through some grommet holes Lady had made in the bra straps. The bra could not be removed without the key. The paperclips were already beginning to irritate, but not so much that i couldn’t make it through the night.



i put on a really ugly swim dress style bathing suit; the floral print was straight off a 50’s sofa. Another chain pulled the shoulder straps together and the final lock was snapped on.



i looked at the clock. i had been working for the last 6 hours; it was now 2:00 pm. OMG, my letter with the keys was not due for 24 more hours.

Already, my breathing was compromised. Time to take some measurements. My diapered and padded ass swelled my hips to 48 inches. The waist cincher pulled my normally 38 inch wait to 32 inches. And the silicone forms gave me a 48 inch chest. WOW, 48-32-48; ear your heart out Barbie.



The house had been fully prepared. All access to my clothes was cut off. The pantry and refrigerator were locked. My only food supply would be the gawd awful fiber drink, laced with some Chinese diet tea.



It was so hard to walk with the corset so tight. i can’t believe i could pull in my stomach a full 6 inches. Oh, oh. i need to pee. I’m wearing a diaper, just let it rip. The warm fluid quickly filled my diaper; Chinese tea was working. Okay, get a book, reads something, nap, get mind off things. Pharrrt, damn, gas, but this a wet fart. Boy does it smell. i can feel the poo squishing around and this was just a fart. The whole point of the enemas was to empty my bowels.



Okay, relax. What time is it? 6:00pm. Nightfall. Oh, more pee. How many ounces are these diapers supposed to hold? Alright, i had planned to sleep in the bathroom in case anything leaked. Better go downstairs.



Stupid quarters. Damn ankle chain. Everything was beginning to bother me. Forgot that i switched off the circuit breakers. Better be careful. Right crawl down the stairs, just like a baby. Who put those boxes at the bottom of the stairs? Oh, it was me when i pushed them off the steps.



Bathtub ahead. Just climb in. Go to sleep. Yes, sleep. No clocks, no lights, just darkness. Sleep. Tub was harder than i thought. Toss and turn, squish the poo all around my diaper. Yuck. Sleep. Yessss, sleeeep.




It was still dark, why am i awake. Damn, need to pee again. Just relax, let it flow, yes, wee wee in my diaper. i must have over 2 quarts of yellow nectar collecting in my diapers. Back to sleep. Body aches. Clothes so tight, tub so hard. Need to sleep. Yessss, sleeeep.



There are no windows in the bathroom, so the first slivers of light barely come in the laundry room. It’s morning – what time? What difference does it make? i have nowhere to go. Oh, oh. i feel a BM trying to work its way out. Already i smell and can feel the mess i dropped in my diapers last night. Try and hold it. Cramps, can’t hold out much longer. Maybe the butt plug will hold it in. Let me get to the toilet; maybe if i sit on the seat the goo won’t smear so badly.



Dumb idea. The tight padded girdles smash the runny shit up against my ass. Maybe i can stand for a while. Stupid quarters. Standing hurts like hell. Oh no, I’m dripping. i can see a brown streak of pee-shit stew running down my leg. Back to the tub.



i don’t know the time, all the clocks are upstairs. Okay, let me think. Yeas i planned for this. If i have a leak, it will drip into my pumps. But now i am forced to walk, no more crawling or I’ll make a mess. Time to head upstairs.



It’s only 8:00am. Seems like i have been at this forever. Let me see . . . Got home from the airport about this time yesterday. 24 hours already. Only 6 more hours until the mail comes. OMG more pee; by now my body has given up trying to hold it back, it just flows into my diapers, weighing me down even more.



Hungry, I’m so hungry. May as well drink the fiber juice, it’s the only nutrition i have access to. It hurts to stand. i can’t sit, kneel or touch any furniture because I’ll stain things shit brown. Maybe I’ll go on the roof, rest on the outdoor furniture.



What’s that noise? Kids yelling. Why aren’t they in school? How will i get to the mailbox? Maybe they are on lunch break. No, too early. Something is wrong. i did leave a phone outside the back door just in case something went wrong. Better make a call.



Hello, Jane, it’s Charlie. Hey, does it seem like its pretty noisy outside? What that do you say? Teacher conferences, no school today.



i could not help it, i began to cry. Another pee soaked my diaper. My whole body ached. i wanted this dumb game to be over. Fatigue took hold, somehow i fell asleep.



The sound of the mail truck woke me. i could see the mailbox from my rooftop vantage point. But the neighbor kids were still playing in the street. Normally everyone on my street is away at school or work during the day. i am the only one home, tending to the house in my role as Lady’s sissy maid.



i did have one last escape path. i had left a third set of keys in Lady’s office. i could call Her assistant and have Allison drive the keys to me. i had already been outed to Allison. In fact, i was sent to clean her house every Thursday. She had seen me in my maid’s uniform, but never like this. No, i would just have to wait until nightfall.



By asshole ached. The plug had been there for over 30 hours. my stomach ached. The tight waist cincher felt like it was getting tighter every hour. my feet ached. The quarters feel like daggers stabbing the soles of my feet.
my nipples ached. The mild pressure of the wire paperclips had increased well past the dull throb of last night.
i stunk. i could barely stand to smell myself.



Plan, plan, what is my plan? Wait until dark, run to the mail box. No, can’t run, stupid ankle chain. Stupid 6” pumps, Stupid quarters. Okay, once i made it downstairs i could crawl along the hedge to the curb. From there i could wait until no car lights could be seen. Then crawl as fast as possible across the street to the mailbox.



i went out the front door. Oops lights. i just rested under the hedge.



Must have fallen asleep. The moon was out; the neighboring lights were all off. What time was it? Crawling across the hard asphalt was not very pleasant, but so far what had been?



Good, both letters were in the box. i feel better already. Coast is clear. i tear open the envelope and undo my ankle chains. The next key is for the lockbox back on the roof. Okay, so far so good. Up the stairs, get these damn shoes off. Then back to the refrigerator, unlock the chain get the key to the chain locking me in this bathing suit.



Wait, better go stand in the bathtub downstairs. i take the suit off. Take off one padded girdle. Take off another padded girdle. Take off the wet and smelly diapers. Take off the control thong. Now the butt plug. Oh, oh, plug has worked its way deep into my ass. Yuck, need to reach in the muck and mire and try and get the damn plug out. What a mess. Now my hands are covered with the shit soup. Okay, time to get the last thing off the mastectomy bra with the jumbo forms sewn in. Let me think, that key is in the bedroom in my nightstand.



First let me rinse myself off in the tub so i don’t drip on the stairs. What a feeling. The room still reeks of ship and piss, but i am starting to rejoin the living. Onward, lets get this bra off.



i open my nightstand but the key is not there! i rummage around, nothing. i dump the contents out on the bed. There is a piece of notepad i don’t recognize. It’s in Lady’s handwriting. “I don’t know what you are up to, but I have seen keys all over the house. This one, I don’t know what it’s for, so I will keep it with me until I return. Hope you are not too inconvenienced. Love you.”

Tags: Diaper Bondage Humilition "pee Play"

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