(Part of the reason for these extensive comments is some form of penance for wasting MissBehaviour's valuable time by panicing during one of the recent training sessions, where we were developing her ability to orally clean up after herself. Her Mistress Sara has given shirley a very suitable punishment for this as well - the sissy has had to go to bed at 7:30pm each night for a week, without her hot milk and any reading material - isn't that just so sweet?)
Here are the details of those comments, with some mild editing and naturally additional commentary by MissBehaviour.
Early Years (pre-shirley)
my name is shirley, and i was given this name by my Wife Sara who decided to change it from the original fussy girl's name i chose for myself as a sign of Her Dominance over me.
i started dressing first when i was about 7 or 8 years old by trying on a pair of my Mother's tights and realising they made me feel 'funny'. i am ashamed that soon i was regularly raiding Her underwear drawer and soon progressed to secretly wearing Her bras and panties and other items (even though they were too big for me)and then trying to remember how they had been in Her drawer so i could return them without Her knowing. i used to also wear my Sister's dresses and skirts whenever i could, and sometimes used to go to sleep at night wearing tights.
my Mother found out that i had a secret hiding place in my bedroom where i had hidden some panties, tights and other items that i thought would not be missed, and i remember to this day feeling deeply humiliated and shamed when She confronted me - i can remember that i was wearing a pair of Her tights under my trousers and was so, so desperate and afraid that She would realise, which would have been even worse to be discovered as there would be no doubt.
later i had a relationship with a Woman and i dressed every opportunity i could in Her clothes, i practiced my makeup and tried to look as pretty as i could, spending hours in f ront of the mirror. i remember one night panicing as She came home early and i had to pretend i was having a bath whilst i tried to remove her clothes, heavy makeup and everything else as my heart was thumping. i once managed to persuade Her to play a game called dare, where (W)we wrote (O)our own dares and i wrote one about the loser having to do dress the other up tartily, foolishily trying to make it look as if it was really my idea to be a Manly Man and wanting to make Her look tarty. i worked it so of course She picked the dare card for me, and to my delight She put makeup on me and put me in a floral dress. later in (O)our relationship i was allowed to wear stockings when (W)we made love, but i was never able to confess my desires. the relationship ended eventually.
now, i am married and have been encouraged to embrace my femininity. i dress as a sissy every single day, and my lingerie is chosen for me. i am allowed to pick out my own outerwear, although my clothes have to meet the approval of my Wife Sara. usually i am shaven, although currently and for reasons of Sara's own i am not allowed to. i am dieted and exercise and am very slim, and adore being told by Sara how pretty i look when i have tried to look pretty for Her.
i am forced to wear tights on a daily basis, because Sara likes it to be a reminder that they were the first items i wore, although i am occasionally allowed stockings - usually on a saturday when i perform maid cleaning duties for Her.
i started dressing first when i was about 7 or 8 years old by trying on a pair of my Mother's tights and realising they made me feel 'funny'. i am ashamed that soon i was regularly raiding Her underwear drawer and soon progressed to secretly wearing Her bras and panties and other items (even though they were too big for me)and then trying to remember how they had been in Her drawer so i could return them without Her knowing. i used to also wear my Sister's dresses and skirts whenever i could, and sometimes used to go to sleep at night wearing tights.
my Mother found out that i had a secret hiding place in my bedroom where i had hidden some panties, tights and other items that i thought would not be missed, and i remember to this day feeling deeply humiliated and shamed when She confronted me - i can remember that i was wearing a pair of Her tights under my trousers and was so, so desperate and afraid that She would realise, which would have been even worse to be discovered as there would be no doubt.
later i had a relationship with a Woman and i dressed every opportunity i could in Her clothes, i practiced my makeup and tried to look as pretty as i could, spending hours in f ront of the mirror. i remember one night panicing as She came home early and i had to pretend i was having a bath whilst i tried to remove her clothes, heavy makeup and everything else as my heart was thumping. i once managed to persuade Her to play a game called dare, where (W)we wrote (O)our own dares and i wrote one about the loser having to do dress the other up tartily, foolishily trying to make it look as if it was really my idea to be a Manly Man and wanting to make Her look tarty. i worked it so of course She picked the dare card for me, and to my delight She put makeup on me and put me in a floral dress. later in (O)our relationship i was allowed to wear stockings when (W)we made love, but i was never able to confess my desires. the relationship ended eventually.
now, i am married and have been encouraged to embrace my femininity. i dress as a sissy every single day, and my lingerie is chosen for me. i am allowed to pick out my own outerwear, although my clothes have to meet the approval of my Wife Sara. usually i am shaven, although currently and for reasons of Sara's own i am not allowed to. i am dieted and exercise and am very slim, and adore being told by Sara how pretty i look when i have tried to look pretty for Her.
i am forced to wear tights on a daily basis, because Sara likes it to be a reminder that they were the first items i wore, although i am occasionally allowed stockings - usually on a saturday when i perform maid cleaning duties for Her.
MB: Many will I expect recall similar early incidents. But shirley has been lucky later on in finding someone who encouraged her, perhaps to extents that she didn't originally expect.
Training - as a pansy and more
i am very submissive and try my best to do whatever i am told, although sometimes i fail and am punished.
i have my own bedroom and am in full chastity (i have not had sex like a Man would for about 3 years and never will do so again), apart from milking priviledges if i am very lucky. i am only ever allowed to milk if under the supervision of Sara or an online Dominant, and more recently Sara has given sole ownership of my milking priviledges over to Miss Behaviour as a gesture of gratitude for the time She spends training me, and also because it frees Her from having to concern Herself with such matters.
at first i felt very embarrassed that i am only allowed to make my messies inside my panties, although now i adore the feelings i get when my princess is aroused and Miss Behaviour is expert at knowing exactly what buttons to push to excite me. i am ashamed that i like to be humiliated and Miss Behaviour often calls me very sissy names which excites my princess even more.
the next bit is very hard for me. i am being trained by both Miss Behaviour and Sara to develop my sexual appreciation towards Men. a short time ago i would never have thought this possible, and it embarrasses me greatly to write this, but i have been trained during milkings to look at pictures of Male members and hunky Guys, and in real life i have to tell sara when i see an attractive Man and why - often if i do so i am treated to a new lipstick or other feminine item which spurs me on.
about six months ago i had my first real life sexual experince with a Man - this has followed months of dildo training, where i was made to put it to good practice by first giving oral sex to a man called Paul, and then by being made to sleep with Him in my room whilst Sara retired to her own bedroom.
my sexual awakening is developing, and some time ago Sara told me i could have sex with Her if i could get an erection naked, which i was unable to to until She put me in panties. i cried then because i realised what i had become, and i am ashamed that now i can become aroused not just by being sissified and dressed as a pansy, but also by the excitement and thought of pleasuring a handsome Man.
i have my own bedroom and am in full chastity (i have not had sex like a Man would for about 3 years and never will do so again), apart from milking priviledges if i am very lucky. i am only ever allowed to milk if under the supervision of Sara or an online Dominant, and more recently Sara has given sole ownership of my milking priviledges over to Miss Behaviour as a gesture of gratitude for the time She spends training me, and also because it frees Her from having to concern Herself with such matters.
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the next bit is very hard for me. i am being trained by both Miss Behaviour and Sara to develop my sexual appreciation towards Men. a short time ago i would never have thought this possible, and it embarrasses me greatly to write this, but i have been trained during milkings to look at pictures of Male members and hunky Guys, and in real life i have to tell sara when i see an attractive Man and why - often if i do so i am treated to a new lipstick or other feminine item which spurs me on.
about six months ago i had my first real life sexual experince with a Man - this has followed months of dildo training, where i was made to put it to good practice by first giving oral sex to a man called Paul, and then by being made to sleep with Him in my room whilst Sara retired to her own bedroom.
my sexual awakening is developing, and some time ago Sara told me i could have sex with Her if i could get an erection naked, which i was unable to to until She put me in panties. i cried then because i realised what i had become, and i am ashamed that now i can become aroused not just by being sissified and dressed as a pansy, but also by the excitement and thought of pleasuring a handsome Man.
MB: shirley is not alone in being encouraged to find stimulation in contemplating the male member - at least a couple more in the Harem are very happy to have been subjected to similar training.
Typical daily life for a pansy
my name is shirley, and i am an effeminate, panty-wearing sissy who is forced into wearing female clothing every single day, expected to be obedient and compliant to my Superiors, and meek and mild as befits the pansy i am.
i am finished writing now, it is 12.41 exactly on tuesday 25/05/11 and i am now going to hoover upstairs and down before washing Sara's lingerie by hand and her outer clothing in the machine. i then have to start to prepare this evening's vegetables for dinner (tonight i am serving a lamb casserole which has been slow cooking since about 10am today). after this i have free time until Sara gets home, which i will probably spend reading this months marie claire magazine. i have been watching loose women - a lunchtime chat show for Ladies whilst i type, and this morning i was sent to Mrs Silk's chat room where i waited nervously for an hour hoping Miss Behaviour would enter, but also scared that She would do so because i was a rude, disrespectful sissy who ran away after getting frightened during Her last training session.
as i write this, i am wearing a pink satin bra with black trim and matching panties beneath sheer black 10 denier tights. these were selected for me to wear today, over which i have on a long black flared sirt and patterned blouse with sewn in camisole. i have on 4" courts heels and my finger and toe nails are polished in a pale pink Barbara Daly polish, over which they are sealed with clear. i have on full face makeup, to include concealer, foundation, liquid eyeliner, waterproof mascara and shadow, a little blush and two coats of colourstay ultimate lipcolur no. 65 'prized peach'. i am perfumed with 'love' by anna sui (a present from Sara) and feel both contented and fortunate that i am allowed to dress like this. i also feel ashamed and very embarrassed that people will be able to read this.
*effeminately Yours* sissy shirley s7
i am finished writing now, it is 12.41 exactly on tuesday 25/05/11 and i am now going to hoover upstairs and down before washing Sara's lingerie by hand and her outer clothing in the machine. i then have to start to prepare this evening's vegetables for dinner (tonight i am serving a lamb casserole which has been slow cooking since about 10am today). after this i have free time until Sara gets home, which i will probably spend reading this months marie claire magazine. i have been watching loose women - a lunchtime chat show for Ladies whilst i type, and this morning i was sent to Mrs Silk's chat room where i waited nervously for an hour hoping Miss Behaviour would enter, but also scared that She would do so because i was a rude, disrespectful sissy who ran away after getting frightened during Her last training session.
as i write this, i am wearing a pink satin bra with black trim and matching panties beneath sheer black 10 denier tights. these were selected for me to wear today, over which i have on a long black flared sirt and patterned blouse with sewn in camisole. i have on 4" courts heels and my finger and toe nails are polished in a pale pink Barbara Daly polish, over which they are sealed with clear. i have on full face makeup, to include concealer, foundation, liquid eyeliner, waterproof mascara and shadow, a little blush and two coats of colourstay ultimate lipcolur no. 65 'prized peach'. i am perfumed with 'love' by anna sui (a present from Sara) and feel both contented and fortunate that i am allowed to dress like this. i also feel ashamed and very embarrassed that people will be able to read this.
*effeminately Yours* sissy shirley s7
MB: I'm sure that lots will read this: some will envy you, some will laugh with you, plenty will laugh at you and would like to make you feel even more shameful. MissBehaviour strongly encourages comments to this posting, especially from others in the Harem.
Dear MissBehaviour,
ReplyDeleteIf I may, I feel that shirley has been a little coy about her experience with her boyfriend. Wouldn't she find it incredibly humiliating to provide a full account of that day's activities?
Love,
Nancy
I'm inclined to agree with you Nancy.
ReplyDeletes7: you should begin to prepare a more detailed account of your fun with Paul so that your adoring public can see what a sexy little pansy-sissy you can be.
MB
*embarrassed* please MissBehaviour, i am in the middle of completeing the assignment You set me last week regarding certain photographs, and will prepare a more detailed account as suggested by nancy and approved by You.
ReplyDelete*curtsey* sissy shirley s7
*obedient curtsey*
ReplyDeletemy experience with Paul was arranged by Sara, i was allowed no involvement in sorting out the details, but i knew He was coming to stay here in real and i had been made to speak to Him online in Sara's presence several times. i was made to flirt with him on these occasions and tell Him what sort of thing i would do for Him in real.
when he cam to visit, i was veryy, very nervous and can't describe how frightened i felt - even as the doorbell rang. i was wearing a simple lbd, underneath which Sara had me wear stockings and suspenders rather than my usual tights. She had told me that Paul would most likely be staying the night and that She wanted me to look like a regular, sexy girl as this would be more appealing to Him. my makeup was relatively heavy (He had said He liked this when (W)we had spoken, and i was allowed several items from Sara's jewellery box to wear (i only have some inexpensive items of my own and sometimes am allowed to borrow some of Sara's).
i don't really know what to say, but i had prepared a meal for the three of (U)us - it was slow cooked lamb which Sara says is one of my best dishes, and I served everyone whilst (W)we chatted about all sorts of things. after (W)we'd finished i was told to wash the dishes by hand whilst They went in to the living room to relax.
i remember being in the kitchen and looking at the clock and being scared knowing that the moment was getting closer and closer, and hoping that he would change His mind, or that it had all been a hoax prepared by Sara.
this was not the case, and after joining Them and being allowed two glasses of chardonnay (i sat next to Paul and nobody said anything when He put His hand on my leg - it startled me but it felt really nice and Sara smiled at me which made me feel good. eventually, Sara stood up, took me by the hand and led me upstairs to my room followed by Paul. i have my own room, Sara sleeps across the landing.
ReplyDeletei didn't know what to do as (W)we were all stood in my room and i sat down in my dressing table chair trying to stop my heart beating, it felt like everyone must hear. Sara told me that Paul really liked me and asked me to tell Paul why i thought He was in my room. i told Him i thought He was there because They wanted me to pleasure Him like i'd one on line. Sara stopped me, and said what did i want to do, now that i had a handsome Man in my bedroom for the first time? i know if i had said i wanted Them not to be there i would have been in trouble, and a part of me felt too scared to back out, even though i really, really wanted too. so i said that i wanted to make Paul feel good. Sara then came over to me and lifted my dress just enough to cup my princess inside my panties, She teased it a little (i remember Paul saying something about how sexy my stockings looked as my dress rode up) and then She asked me if i wanted to enjoy myself, or just stop right now and dissapoint everyone.
my princess was aroused at this atage, and i felt nuch, much braver and so said that i wanted to make Paul feel nice and would do what i was told and try to be a good girl.
the next thing i knew Sara had me remove my dress completely so i was in just my underwear and heels, then had me on my knees in front of Paul (He was stood up) and She put my hands on the front of His trousers, telling me what i wanted was inside and shouldn't i go get it? i was starting to feel very sexy, and i don't know how i got so brave, but i started to unzip His trousers and reached inside, feeling His cock through His shorts. this was the first time i had ever felt a realy one before, and suddenly i wanted it. i remember him unbuckling His belt and helping me lower His trousers and shorts, before i took hold of Him in both hands (i remember my nails were polished bright red and thinking for some reason how feminine they looked touching Him. i gently stroked Him a few timesknowing what was to come but feeling still reluctant, but Sara knew and encouraged me to show Paul what i had learned during my dildo practice.
i shut my eyes and moved my head nearer, then ran my tongue up the length of Him - all the time i was feeling more sexy and less scared at what i was doing. i wanted Him more and more and somehow it felt right just to let myself go, to admit that this was what i wanted. i remember taking Him in my mouth, of moving Him in and out slowly, before withdraweing and noticing the red lipstick mark i'd left halfway down His shaft, and wondering if i could get it much further down. it felt wonderful, and i rmember feeling turned on as i could hear His soft moans and feel His hand on the back of my neck whilst Sara told me how good i was being and how sexy i was.
ReplyDeletei tried to remember what i had been trained to do, and tried to make sure i did all these things for him - this included me swirling my tongue around Him, before kissing his tip and quickly taking as much of Him inside my mouth as i could. i sucked him and moved Him and out as quickly as i could, then slowed right down and lightly ran a nail across His balls as i did.
at one point he made me withdraw Him completely and he tilted my head up to look at him - Sara liked this and made me tell Him how big He was, and how lucky i was to be allowed to pleasure Him. He liked this, and when i returned to sucking Him i could feel Him becoming damp with precum - it was a little salty but not as unpleasant as i had thought. not long after this i could feel Him starting to buck, and His grip on my head tightened and i knew this meant He was not far away from coming. Sara had prepared me for this before the night and had told me that if this happened, on no account would i be allowed to withdraw. She knows i have training issues with cleaning my own mess (Miss behaviour is helping me overcome this) but had told me that i would swallow if He came or be very severely punished. this was not as big an issue as i thought, because i found myself wanting to feel Him ejaculate inside me, and i increased my sucking to try and make Him.
eventually he did almost without warning, and i could feel it in my mouth. i still felt very sexy, and Sara told me that if i swallowed She would allow me to milk. i needed to do this so badly by now that i swallowed, something i hadn't thought i would be able to do.
after this Paul sat down to watch whilst Sara made me stand up as She began to rub my princess though my underwear. normally She does not touch her much, and when i am allowed to milk i do so myself through permission, but She said i had earned this and She seemed very pleased. She stroked until i orgasmed in my panties and needed to sit down as my knees had gone weak.
the rest of the night was spent with Paul in my bed (i have a small double) where He just held me. it felt so nice to be in the arms of a Man, and i stayed awake most of the night whilst He slept, just enjoying feeling the touch of Him against me.
i do not know if i will get to see Him again but that hope that Mistress is satisfied with my account.
*embarrassed but hoping to have pleased*
sissy shirley s7
Dear sissy shirley,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for posting such an honest and thoughtful account.
Love,
Nancy
*embarrassed but grateful*
ReplyDeletethank you nancy for being so sweet about it - xxxxxxxxxxx