Saturday morning.

As usual I had nothing to do all weekend. I was probably going to spend my time doing what I do most weekends, rubbing my sissy clit in a pair of my large collection of panties. Only one thing was standing in my way, my female housemate was still home. I waited and waited trying to keep my mind busy. However, I was finding it difficult to think about anything else.

This was made by difficult by what she was wearing. A pair of skin tight black leggings. Everytime she bent over on front of me I could clearly see a pair of french knickers through the fabric. She finally grabbed her boots and sat down on the sofa. As she tied the laces I couldn’t help but admire her camel toe. She said her goodbyes and left. As soon as the front door clicked shut I went up stairs and pulled the suitcase I “hid” from under my bed. I sleep most nights in a pair of panties, but Saturdays were when I got the chance to dress fully.

I decided on panties first, I decided on a pair of pink satin. I love how they felt, I wore them a lot on Saturdays as I also had a matching bra. I didn’t take me long to choose the next item, a pair of black leggings. I had purchased these about a week after my housemate did. I completed the look with a black hoodie I had purchased on the internet. On the front it had a picture of a pair of pink knickers with the slogan “I wear pink panties”

I stood in front of the tall mirror I kept in my bedroom. I sissy clit started to rise. I always try resist rubbing as long as possible, I love the feeling of it twitching against the soft fabric. A small blob of precum started to seep through my leggings.

I started stroking myself up and down with a single finger. I couldn’t stop thinking about the outline of those french knickers my housemate was wearing. I couldn’t resist, as I had done a number of times now I made my way into her room. She wasn’t the tidiest of people and I found her underwear draw already open. I slowly inspected the draw and was quickly drawn to to what I though was another pair of french knickers at the back. I tried to pull them out carefully, but as I removed them a number of bras and panties fell on the floor. I didn’t care, I started to slowly stroke the bulge in my leggings with the soft fabric of the french knickers as the sticky wet spot got bigger.

All of a sudden I heard the noise downstairs. My housemate was back. I realised I had forgotten to double lock the front door. I went to run out of the room when I remembered about all the items on the floor. I quickly tried to remember how they were placed. Normally she always went to the downstairs bathroom first when she I got home.

To my horror I heard her run up the stairs. The door quickly swung open. Our eyes quickly met.

I’m wearing fishnet stockings and a pair of soft satin panties. I’m led on my back, my wrists are tied to the headboard of the bed, my ankles are tied to both ends of wooden pole, making it impossible for me to shut my legs. I can’t see due to the blindfold over my eyes. Calling for help would be pointless as my mouth is stuffed with a ball gag.

You open the door to the room, finding me here is no surprise to you. You were the one who tied me to the bed in the first place. I had confessed to you a while ago how much I loved wear ladies panties and how I craved to be teased and humiliated. I wanted to slowly experiment. You agreed at first, but after seeing my large collection of panties and lingerie and a hard drive full of videos and photos of sissy porn decided a faster approach would be best.

You asked me to wear your favourite colour panties. The stockings were my idea. You suggested I did a little sissy photo shoot for you. I refused, worried who would see the photos. At first you aplogised for rushing me. You asked me to come closer. You reach down and stroke my semi-erect cock through my panties. You look me in the eyes and ask me to lay on the bed. It feels so good, I can’t resist.

As I nervously go the lay down you push me hard onto the bed. Caught of guard, you quickly manage to get my left wrist tied to the bed. I try to resist, but the quickly rising bulge in my panties shows what I really want. It doesn’t take you long to have me in bondage. You had planned this all along.

You begin to stroke my pantied cock again. It doesn’t take long for a small patch of pre cum to appear through the fabric. You rub my cum onto your finger and offer it to my mouth. I try to turn my head. You start teasing my cock again and tell me I will never be happy unless I become the sissy I am. My cock feels so good, I open my mouth and offer my tongue. You slowly place your finger on my tongue. You smile as a slowly begin to lick your finger. You tell me what I need is some thinking time. You quickly show me the blindfold. I don’t resist this time. You start teasing my cock again and I start to relax in my bonds. You suddenly stop and stuff something into my mouth.

I hear you walk down the stairs and then let yourself out the house.

I realise you are back, my cock begins to rise again in my pre cum stained panties. I start to wriggle a little bit, but as I hear the beep of your camera I struggle against my bonds. You remove my blindfold, there will be no doubt that I am the sissy in these photos. You continue to take photos, waiting for me to accept I will not be able to escape. The cum spot in my panties get bigger and bigger.

I finally accept the position i’m in and stop struggling. You sit on the bed and take a few closeups of my face for good measure, followed by a few close up of my pre cum stained pantied and hard cock. You place the blindfold on me again and leave the room. I have no idea how long you were gone, but it was no where near as long as last time.

You return and start teasing my now semi erect cock, whispering in my ear how you are going to make me your your sissy bitch. My cock slowly begins to push against the soft fabric of my panties again. You started teasing me with the tips of your fingers, moving on to rubbing my shaft up and down with your palm. As I start whimpering through the gag you slap my cock from side to side. You have no intention of letting me cum yet. Sissies don’t get to cum when they want.

You edge me over and over again. Everytime I come close to cuming I struggle in my bonds and moan through my gag. You keep whispering to me if I want to cum. I try to shout yes through the gag as loud as I can but you continue teasing me.

After what seems like forever you suddenly stop. You ask me a different question this time, speaking aloud rather than whispering. You ask me how much I want to cum, I respond my moaning through my gag. You ask me if I want to be your sissy bitch. You tell me if agree do anything you say you will let me cum. You repeat your questions over and over, slowly teasing my cock again. I groan through my gag in response every time.

Suddenly you pull the gag out of my mouth and hear me say the words:

I want to be your sissy bitch and will do anything!

My questions for you are:

What would have me do?

What would you do to me?

If I was wearing your favourite panties, what style and colour would they be?

As I lay on my bed with my laptop on my chest teasing my cock through my bikini bottoms with my magic wand typing this blog its safe to say I fucking love wearing panties!

I find myself in this position as often as I can, wasting my life away rubbing my useless sissy cock through a pair of ladies panties.

I look at the few photos I have posted here thinking of the people that have seen me in my panties. I log in and find I have a message, my cock quickly pushed my panties out like a tent pole. I love the humiliation, I look at the view counts and imagine all the eyes staring at my pantied cock.

I have a sports bag full of panties, bras, tights, stockings, swimwear, skirts, leggings, dresses; I even have a pair of handcuffs. I purchased these items with the intention of doing photo shoots that people can view and see how much of a sissy I am.

Instead I just fill my panties with cum every night.

As i have stated in my previous blogs, the love of panties started with thrill of humiliation.

At first the wave of humiliation was a huge turn on. I quickly found myself loving the feeling of the soft material holding tight around my waist, ass and cock. As time went on and I had internet connection I started looking for pictures of men wearing ladies underwear rather than women, and imagining I was them.

I soon come across a website showing forced feminization. I stopped fantasizing about being seen in the panties and started fantasizing about a woman forcing me to wear her panties. This opened up a new way of thinking on my sissy path. I soon spent my evenings in front of my laptop, humping my pillow in my quickly expanding lingerie collection. I would fill my panties with my sissy cum, clean up and tidy everything away. I found 10 minutes later I would be unpacking it all again.

I soon found myself fantasizing about being owned sissy bitch. I loved the idea of being tied to a bed and teased for hours. I started tying myself up during my pillow humping. I saw a video of a man being gagged with his mistresses panties, I instantly grabbed a pair and stuff them in my mouth.

I started following online mistresses. One of them made video blogs. I started listening to them while looking at pictures of her and her slaves. One night while doing this she was talking about what she had done to a slave that had pissed her off. I was half listening when I heard say the words “so I made him suck a cock”. I quickly went to the tab and played that part of the clip again and again. Humping the pillow with my pantied cock as hard as I could. I soon came while letting out a sissy whimper. I got up onto my knees and looked at my still hard cock in my panties dripping with cum. I then heard the line again “so I made him suck cock” I didn’t know how to feel. I tidied everything away. I couldn't sleep for hours. It was a good while before I slipped on a pair of panties again.

Wanking just didn’t feel right, it didn’t hold up to hours of pillow humping in my knickers. I couldn’t stop thinking about that video. Eventually I pulled on a pair and searched for the video. It was gone! I couldn’t find it anywhere! I found myself googling “sissy made to suck cock” I quickly found the phase “forced bi” I craved this material everynight, cuming just as hard as the first time.

My fantasy became being dressed as a sissy maid, on my knees with my mistress demanding I suck the cock in front of me.

When I returned to the pictures of men wearing panties I still dreamed of being them, but I found myself more interested in the bulge in his panties. I found myself imagining what it would be like to gently stroke the hard bulge with my hand, feeling the soft material. Moving on I start licking the bulge up and down, before gently lapping at the tip. I then stand up and the favour is returned. We then start rubbing our pantied cocks together, gently at first before embracing and full on humping each others bulges. We hump faster and harder and hold on tighter and tighter until we both fill our panties with our sissy cum.

As much as I try sometimes I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. I have that one online dominatrix to thank for them.

You may have seen in the UK news about “Neknominate”

The press having been covering this a lot in the last week in the UK (more than likely exaggerating how popular it is)

One video doing the rounds is of a Woman who was nominated to down a can of lager in a supermarket in sexy undies and suspenders.

This set my sissy fantasy mind into overdrive.

Here is a little fantasy story.

“You can sit there playing with that cage with that thing you call a cock all you like, I’m not letting you out”

I was sat on the sofa with hands down my silk pink knickers, teasing my useless cock. When we were at home with no company wasn’t allowed to wear any male clothing. She always choose what I wore. Tonight she choose one of favourite outfits. A pair of soft pink knickers with matching suspender belt with a pair of black fishnet stockings. To match I was wearing a pair of pink high heels. On top a sheer black babydoll, to add to the wave of humiliation it didn’t matter that it was see-through, as it was to short to cover my underwear. The knickers were tight making it obvious that I was in chastity.

“I have given you an opportunity to get your hands on that thing, but so far you have decided not to”

When I came home from work a few nights ago she greeted me with a video of a NekNominate of a woman drinking a can of lager in her underwear. She walked into the store with a long brown coat. She took a can of lager out of her pocket and threw the brown coat on the floor. She stood there in black and white matching bra and panty set with stockings and heels. I couldn’t help but fantasize wearing them myself.

“I could use a giggle sissy boy, you like it really. How about you take off those male clothes and we go shopping” She giggled as I watched, playing it again and again. She undid my trousers and started stroking the knickers I had worn to work. “I’ll tell you what you do this and il let you spend the rest of the night with your cock lock off”

I imagined being that girl, my cock quickly straining against my cage. Of course I wanted to, but what if someone I knew saw me? She was wrong about one thing I didn’t like being a sissy, I loved being a sissy. “I have a long brown coat, you have a larger lingerie collection than I do. Do this for me and you can cum all you like” She started stroking my testicles before flicking the left one. “Come on bitch boy, are you going to it for me?”

She started stroking my knickers again, before sticking a finger into the waistband, pulling hard and letting go. Just imagining being that girl made let out a little sissy wimper. She laughed at me. “You not going to are you!” She started softly pressing her knee between my legs. All I could do is shake my head left to right. I knew what was coming.

She put he arms round me and kneed my hard in the balls. I slumped onto the floor. “Upstairs now!” I knew now wasn’t the time to argue. I crawled up the stairs, my trouser now round my ankles.

For the last few days the brown coat had been hanging in the front room. I thought of the video and started teasing myself faster. “Stop playing with that useless thing right now!, stand up and turn round now pantyboy” I did as instructed, she grabbed both of my wrists and placed them behind my back, quickly cuffing them. She then pushed me hard onto the sofa and causally sat next to me with her laptop.

I knew what she was going to show me. She had years worth of photos and videos of me being a sissy boy. It all started one drunken night when I couldn’t help but ask to try her knickers on. After I passed out she took photos. Since that night she has been using them to make me her sissy bitch. If I don’t do what she says she has an email ready to go to all my friends. She says she is liberating me rather than blackmailing me, sometimes I think shes right.

“I am fed up with you moping around that you can’t cum. If you aren’t going to choose to do the little dare I am going to force you. I am going to take the cuffs off, you are going to go upstairs. I will even let you choose your underwear. You will then come back downstairs and put on the brown coat. If you don’t I will sent this email. Someone you know may see you at the supermarket. Your close friends will know you are my personal sissy slave if they get this email”

What choice did I have? She unlocked me, I then walked upstairs. I couldn’t help but think about the video. I choose a matching white bra and knickers and knew I just had to wear some stockings.

I walked downstairs, the brown jacket was gone. “I need to make sure I get this on video, my phone needs a charge.” She had a chair from the dining, she placed it in the middle of the room and pointed at it. I sat down, she then tied me to the chair. She just laughed as she turned on the TV. It had the video of the woman in the supermarket on loop. She walked out and went upstairs. I then heard the bath taps. I was going to be here for a while. Every time it got the moment the woman took that coat off I felt a wave of excitement, humiliation and fear. The feeling did not lesson despite seeing the moment hundreds of times.

She returned wearing my favourite outfit of hers. A pair of wetlook leggings. They were skin tight, she wore french knickers underneath. Every part of the delicate lace created wonderful VPL. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on my erect cock. She was wearing a pair of chunky knee high boots that laced all the way up, along with a purple corset. She stood in front of me with her hands on her hips looking into my eyes. I tried to meet her eyes for as long as I could but couldn’t resist looking down at her body. She just smiled and then stood next to me. She grabbed my head and moved it to look at the screen. She then held it in place.

“Are you ready then? The coat and a can of lager are on a kitchen table. Put your motorcycle boots on, we don’t want to give anything away until the big reveal!” She grabbed her laptop and hovered the mouse over the send button of the email. “Am I going to send this email or are you going to do this?” I slowly noded. She untied me, I went to walk into the kitchen but she grabbed me.

“What are you?”

“I am your sissy bitch”

She let go and spanked my pantied ass laughing, I walked into the kitchen.

Not a word was said in the car. The drive felt like it took forever. I couldn’t help but open the front of the coat and slow stroke my knickers and stocking tops. If she had noticed me doing this she never mention anything. She wore a coat over her corset, unlike me, she was keeping her modesty.

It was time. “Come on then bitch boy” I got out of the car and started walking to the door. She was following me like in the video. As we neared the door she got her phone out and started to film me. Having seen the video countless times I knew what to do.

As I walked through the door I grabbed a shopping basket like the woman in the videos does. We then started browsing. We made our way round the store, we soon got to the clothing area. She laughed and grabbed my wrist. “I know where you will feel at home!” She dragged me to the lingerie section. She pushed me away and pointed the camera at me. She said nothing.

I took the can out of my pocket and opened it. I took one last look around. I threw the basket to the floor like the video. Before I knew it I had thrown the coat on the floor. I was in the middle of a shop in the lingerie section wearing a pair of white knickers, white bra, black suspender belt and stockings just like in the video. She just laughed. “Aren’t you supposed to be drinking the larger?”

I downed the lager as quick as I could, I have never been a heavy drinker. I shook the can but it still a little bit left. This happened a few time before it was empty.

She threw the coat at my feet. As I picked up she laughed and threw the key to my cage over to next aisle and walked off. I quickly put the coat on and ran to the isle. I made it out of the door just in time to watch her speed out of the car park.

My job involves staying in hotels on occasion, I always take at least one pair of knickers with me.

If I know I have an evening to myself I bring a bag full of items. A few times I have stayed away at the last minute. Every Time I have at least looked for a shop to buy something. Only returning to the hotel without anything if I couldn’t find any shops selling knickers.

It is still possible in some hotels to get smoking rooms. I smoke 10 to 15 times a day. Smoking rooms are ideal for my sissy hotel nights. I can get a takeaway and head to the hotel. I walk into my room placing the food on the side. I then quickly take off all my male clothes and put them in the drawer.They won’t be needed until morning.

I have few “outfits” to choose from as well more knickers than the average female owns. I plan to do a more detailed blog on my collection/the history off on the future, but feels right to let describe what I wear when I have the chance to fully dress.

I have maid outfit, black with with lace, with a little white apron. It is super short, it doesn’t completely cover my sissy knickers no matter how much I hold it down.

I have a white and pink fluffy jumper. I have a short leather “skating” skirt that I usually wear with the jumper, although I recently purchased a pair of leather look leggings. I really love the leggings I love how they feel while wearing them and love to stroke and legs up and down. They were very cheap and I am planning to start a small collection of different ones, I will talk about this in the “future” blog I mentioned earlier.

Anyway, before eating turning on the telly etc. I will have a shower and get dressed. I don’t consider myself a “crossdresser” but a “sissy” As I keep mentioning for me this all about humiliation for me. I have had wigs in the past but I am not interested in being passable. I want people to see what a sissy this supposed “male” is. I don’t bother with makeup etc. (although I do fantasise about shaving my body hair). On these sissy hotel nights I only wear “female” clothing. I always wear a bra that I pad out. Knickers (off course!) with tights/stockings. This is what I will be wearing for the evening. I don’t have to leave as I have everything I need. My laptop, food, bed, toilet and of course my sissy self.

When I don’t have a smoking room have to get dressed into my male clothes to go outside. I always leave my undergarments on. I wait until the point of edging, stop and roll a cigarette. I usually don’t bother with the belt on trousers making me have to be careful they don’t fall down. I usually keep my hands in my pockets until I’m outside. I let let them drop to half way down my backside before lighting up. I don’t pull them back up until i’m finished. If its quiet sometimes I just pull my shirt down over them and walk back to my room. When I’m in a no smoking room I usually just a pair of pink panties to add to the humiliation.

One time I was wearing my black panties with “I love sucking cocks” written on the back. (I will have to show them off some time!) It had been a long day and I was craving humiliation. I sat on a wall next to the road looking towards the hotel. I slipped my jeans down until the leg holes were visible. I smoked while any passers by could read one of my sissy fantasies.

The best hotel I ever stayed in was smoking and had a balcony looking out over the countryside. I had a late start so I waited until dark before walking out onto the balcony dressed in my sissy maid outfit. I sat down and opened my new book which was about how sissy men should serve their Mistresses. I must sat there for at least an hour, rubbing my cock under my dress and feeling my precum between my fingers. When I couldn’t resist any longer I returned to my laptop inside. I threw myself on the bed front first landing on a pillow. I humped the pillow as quick as I could quickly filling my panties with a huge load of cum. I then got into bed, still wearing the spunky panties.

Thanks for reading

It’s safe to say the main turn on of my sissy side is humiliation.

The humiliation of posting pictures of with my hard cock pushing up against a pair knickers is a huge turn on for me. Often when I slip on a pair from my collection get into bed and turn on the laptop, the first thing I do is look at my own galleries and check the amount of views the images have. I think of all the eyes that have seen me in my pink knickers rock hard with a big spot of precum. My cock starts to rise pushing against the fabric, until I am unable to resist stroking it through the fabric.

I love the idea of public humiliation, being exposed with nowhere to run. I have mentioned in the last blog I do buy my knickers and other items. I Love to go shopping wearing a pair of knickers, getting home and playing with my cock that has been teased against the fabric for hours as I shop. I do this when buying knickers, sometimes when I’m doing the weekly shop.

A few times I have plucked up the courage to take things a bit further. I would like to share one of these experiences with you.

I was on holiday, my sissy side was craving the humiliation of wear knickers. I made my excuses for the days activity as wasn’t that interested. I told everyone I just wanted to spend the day led on the beach reading a book. After they left the hotel I made my way to the shops. I found a clothing shop that had a sale on. After having a look round I decided a bikini would be perfect as I was at the beach. I found a lovely metallic silver bikini with tie on bottoms and top. I picked it up and went to pay, it was so busy no-one noticed. I went straight to the toilets and changed, tying the bottom and top so they were nice and tight. I then put my “male” underwear in the bag I got the bikini in and walked out. I continued shopping, every now and then feeling the fabric through my pocket. When finished, I went for a walk on the beach, fantasising about walking down the beach with my jeans off. I dreamed of the wave of humiliation I would feel with my metallic silver bikini bottoms on show. I started to speed up my walk, I needed to play with my new purchase. When I got back I noticed something that made me feel faint and let out what I can only describe as a sissy whimper. The whole time I had been walking round with the tie of the bikini top sticking out of the top of my jumper! I pulled my jeans down and started to stroke my cock, looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes focused on the bikini top sticking out of my jumper, thinking of all the people who had seen the bikini top and my sissy secret. I was whimpering the whole time, it didn’t take long to fill the bottoms with my cum. Every shower I had for the rest of the holiday I wanked of thinking of the humiliation of that day. I still think about it, I wish I still had that bikini.

Thanks for reading. I have a few more of these I may share in the future. As I have said in my last blog/profile I am very shy. Feel free to message me, I will try to find the courage to respond. When I log into imagefap after putting on my knickers nothing excites me more than seeing a new message of encouragement, or letting me know what a sissy bitch I am.

Address me how you wish, but I love being called a “sissy bitch” and “panty boy”. I would love to hear your ideas on what I should be addressed as!

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