Darlings,
Today nothing went right for me which means tomorrow nothing is going to go right for you. I want you all in your sissy panties tomorrow. All Day. I want you to think of me -consuming you- ALL DAMN DAY. Then when you are finally alone I want you to get on your knees and thank me for every single sissy moment I allow you. Touch yourselves and I don't want it to be pretty. It will be filthy, slutty, and hard. All of you (with the exception of those who rolled a 1 that have to edge) will orgasm violently FOR ME. Your orgasm is mine.
Until Tomorrow,
Mistress B.
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Good morning Mistress B, i have dressed in my panties as directed. This is going to be a very long day for me because i rolled a 1.
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My edging last night was really tough. Again I put on my panties and did another hour for you Mistress B but is was a hard hour. I am getting desperate In need of relief. i have not cum sense the 8th of this month and now edging for three day without any relief is starting to drive me crazy. I have one more night to edge and I pray that you let me cum after that.
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i am so sorry to hear that your day did not go well, Mistress. i hope that our suffering is enough to cheer you up.
ReplyDeletei wore my panties all morning and then took the chance to orgasm when i was alone in the afternoon before putting on my panties again. i hope you don't mind that i had to adjust my schedule.
i tried to make my cumming as filthy and slutty as i could for you. As my cum burst out of my little sissy dick, i lay back and rubbed it over myself. i even got a little on my face. The beautiful description of yourself you gave us yesterday was in my mind the whole time.
Wearing panties all day was a fascinating experience, an exquisite torture. At first, i noticed them constantly, always reminding me that i was your little sissy bitch with no control over even my own underwear if you so chose. Then i grew used to them and only noticed them when i stretched or went to the bathroom. It scared me that it felt so normal but i was reassured by the fact that it would make you happy.
And the people i walked by and talked with had no idea what i had on beneath my clothes. i had to hold back a few giggles sometimes, as i wondered how many sissies i had unknowingly crossed paths with before.
i hope my description of my day has brightened yours, Mistress. Tonight's fantasy will be in my next comment.
I'm sitting at my computer when a message pops up. I dismiss it at first, thinking it's just one of those fake message ads that are a hazard of browsing… less reputable websites. But the messages keep coming, growing impatient. The mystery sender, "???", demands a response. Once I realise that the messages are real, I click them and find a program that I'm sure I never installed. My only contact is "???" and my username is "SissyAli".
ReplyDeleteI reply, demanding to know who this is and what this "sissy" nonsense is. All they'll say is that that tone will get me nowhere and I know exactly what it's about. So I ask more politely - typing full words, minding my manners and grammar - and I am rewarded with information. She tells me she is my Mistress, that she has been watching me for some time and that she has decided to make me her newest slave. I press further, asking how she could have found out about me and what she would do if I didn't co-operate but she said I'd been given all the information I had earned. I would need to do something else now.
She orders me away from the computer to dress in my finest sissy clothing - my favourite panties, a pair of pink high heels and a matching pink dress - my Barbie doll outfit, she calls it. I don't know how she knows my wardrobe so intimately. And then she demands a picture. I worry over it for a few moments before deciding that, with access to my computer and knowledge of my wardrobe, she must already know exactly who I am and a picture won't do any more harm. I take it and set it as my profile picture. I smile and thank her when my Mistress says I'm pretty.
She kindly rewards me with more information. I am not her first sissy slave and I will not be her last. She makes her living by bending men to her will, with a mix of blackmail and pleasurable rewards. Her intention was to turn me into a little sissy bitch, utterly beholden to her will. This scares me and I tell her so but she reassures me. She tells me she knows all of my fantasies and remind me of them, tells me how wonderful it will it will be to relinquish all control and live my slutty sissy dreams. It sounds nice… So nice that I push thoughts of escape and resistance to the back of my mind and ask what I must do next to please her.
She wants to see me live, in video. I barely hesitate before plugging in my webcam and accepting her request for a video chat. She can see me and hear my voice now but she still types her commands and all I can see of her is a question mark where her picture would be. I am not worthy of seeing or hearing her, I know. Perhaps one day I will be. She offers no information or answers as a reward this time, simply a "good boy" and a smiley face when I obey her orders to touch myself. I don't care though, I feel wonderful all the same. I rub myself to the edge of orgasm, keeping my eyes always on the screen, stopping immediately when my next orders arrive.
She sends me a music file and orders me to dance.There is no hesitation now, not the slightest pause to think. I don't need to think when I can simply obey. I open the file and push back my chair as it loads, making sure my webcam keeps me in full view. I'm far from a natural dancer but I do the best I can, moving my body in what I hope is a sensual way, making sure that Mistress sees my whole body so that she knows what she has gained.
When the music ends, I sit back down again and await further instructions. I've given in completely now. I can see no way out and I doubt I'd take it if I could. I belong to my Mistress now. She has me say it out loud, over and over, as I cum all over my delicate things, the pleasure sealing my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteDays, weeks, months, perhaps, go by. I lose track of time so easily. After quitting my job and severing all ties to the outside world, I am Mistress's little sissy bitch full time now. I spend my days in full sissy regalia, a new costume every day, meticulously tidying, cooking, dancing and masturbating, every second of it caught on a camera. Mistress's website promises hot sissy action 24/7 and that it was what my sissy sisters and I provide. She sends some of them round on special occasions so that we can play together. I got to such real cock just a few weeks ago. It was delicious.
Mistress allows me to look at her website sometimes. I command the highest subscription fee, a fact that I'm very proud of. Enough of the money she makes from me trickles down, keeping me housed and fed and funding my little sissy shopping sprees. She advertises other services as well - custom training for husbands and boyfriends, a whole range of sissy sex toys and clothes and an escort service, made up of the sissies in her own personal harem. Oh, how I long to be one of them...
Kathi,
ReplyDeleteYou are the one that loves your sissy panties so much and now you squirm when I let you wear them? I would say make up your mind but it doesn't really matter what your mind wants does it? Just what I want. And I want you to edge. I may just make you edge past your three day sentence to amuse myself.
SissyAli,
My day was displeasing but your filth entertains me enough that I even smiled because of you. Get used to wearing panties all day because it is a common amusement for me and your first goal should be my pleasure.
Your fantasy was extremely intriguing to me. It makes me want to be that mistress with all my little slaves bouncing and spinning on camera. But I wouldn't want to share. My sissies would just be for me. Mmmmm. Once again Darling, I am enthralled with your beautiful, wicked mind.
Mistress B.
Thank You mistress for another filthy wonderful orgasm. I've sent you another pic and thank you again for your attention and time.
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Mistress B, im begging, please dont add another day, please.
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SissyD,
ReplyDeleteYou know that the dirtier the better on my bad days. As long as you keep pleasing me you will continue to receive my attention.
Kathi,
You know how I hate begging. I will consider it.
Mistress B.
Mistress B, im sorry i begged. It wont happen again. i guess i deserve another night now. i hope you forgive me for my being wrong.
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Kathi,
ReplyDeleteGood girl. Do not let it happen again and I will forgive.
Mistress B.
Thank you Mistress B, you are a caring Mistress and leader.
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