That Time of the Month by sophie

I've been thinking about trying to restart my blogs, and what better way than with the newest report, included below, from sophie. She's always been a wonderful sissy girl,and I'm really glad that she's back in my training. 

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Hi Mistress, please find my report attached, for my period training. Thank you for training me to be a girl.

I had been sorting through some of Sophie's things and found a packet of sanitary towels, that Mistress had sent me to buy a few years ago. As I remembered​ going shopping for them, I started to feel a little submissive and girly. I took a photo of the packet and tweeted it. Mistress saw it and tweeted back that it was appropriate timing and after a few messages she kindly agreed to put me on my period. 

Now as a male I am obviously never going to experience having a real period, and I know they are not pleasant and not something women would choose to have if they had a choice. So not exactly the nice part of being a girl - not like wearing make up, dresses and heels are - which sissies tend to focus on.

As a sissy I want/like to do and feel things that girls do, so I was curious about what it is like to have no choice but to wear them. As a submissive it allows Mistress to train, control and feminise me; giving me instructions/rules, she decides when my period starts and stops, how often and when I need to change my pads. Thankfully I wasn't required to change when I was out, that would have meant having to carry a spare pad with me and change in public loos, which I know that girls have to sometimes do.

[She'll need to do that next month, starting a few days in advance of when her period is die so that she isn't "surprised".  ~ M]

Mistress sent me my instructions and told me my period had started, so I had to put a pad in a pair of my plain knickers (she didn't want my pretty ones getting messed).

Obeying Mistresses order, I took out my knickers and a pad out​ of the packet. Laying the ladies underwear on the bed and opening the yellow wrapping the pads come in, unfolding it and seeing the pattern that they have on the top side and then the sound of peeling the sticky side away from the wrapper (they're designed to stick to your underwear) and then positioning it to provide appropriate coverage, wrapping the wings around and underneath the crotch of my knickers.

With the pad in place I put my legs through and pulled my knickers up, I could feel the soft pad between my legs and as it went up the front, cupping my sissy balls and clitty (depending on where it was pointing). The pads added a little extra bulk and firmness to my knickers, so I was always aware that I was wearing them. However I got used to them and they get a little flatter as you wear them through the day, they were more noticeable whenever​ I changed to a fresh one. I would say that it is like wearing padded cycling shorts, except your wearing them all day and night for days.

I felt girly and submissive when putting pads in my knickers, having ​to have a fresh one for over night and the morning. Mistress also made me look at my pad and check it whenever I went to use the loo, this was an extra reminder​ I was wearing ladies sanitary towels and I guess is what girls have to do, so I would also have to do it.

[Yes, we check to see how heavy our flow is and if we need to change it. If it's heavy, we might have to change it every time.]

I would feel the pad between my legs and constantly be reminded that I was on my period and under Mistresses​ control, and she was making me into a girl. 

I wondered what the ladies in the super market or street that passed by would think if they knew I was being trained to be a girl and made to have periods and wear sanitary towels. Would they be sympathetic? "Aww, you poor girl" and give me advice on what they do to ease and get through theirs; or laugh at me, call me a big girl and tease me; or even worse would it be like the changing room scene in Carrie?

Mistress also messaged me to listen to the singer Seal for half an hour, as that was what she was listening to. I guess it helps her relax and get through her time of the month.

[I was being all mushy and emotional - being on your period can do that to you! I started out listening to "Kiss From a Rose" and just kept going.]

I have to admit that when Mistress said that my period was finished, I was a little relieved, as while I kind of enjoy being trained to do girly things, it was becoming a bit of a chore, and as we'd had very hot weather here things were a little sticky. Of course a lot of ladies will be saying, "Tough! What do you think we do?" which of course is true. Ladies don't have any choice, so why should a sissy girl like me? My training was very good and I learnt what it is like to have to wear sanitary towels for almost a week, just like a girl.


Thank you Mistress,

Sophie

Going Out Dressed En Femme for Halloween by Sissy Tiffy

Halloween is the perfect time for sissies in countries where adults dress up for the holiday to go out dressed en femme, and while Sissy Tiffy was still very new to my training, I decided that she shouldn't miss the chance to do so. We didn't have the time for her to get a costume (a french maid's outfit would have been ideal) so she just dressed in the girlie clothes that she already had. She was required to go out and walk around for at least 30 minutes (preferably an hour), but was not required to interact with anyone. I gave her a release as her reward for getting up her guts and doing the assignment even though I knew it made her very nervous. 
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Part 1 - Day Dressed En Femme

After waking up, while I'm interested in being full en femme right away, I know that I have to switch my computer over to my other Skype to get ready for work. After a quick message, I can start. Using my body trimmer/shaver I religiously remove all my body hair. It's not quite shaving or waxing, but it gets the job done. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a sugar scrub to help soften the skin, and I'm ready to start playing.

Unfortunately, my cock ring did not want to play nice. I tried just a bit of silicone lube, but it made it difficult to pull the skin of the scrotum through, and then my balls started to retreat as well, maybe from remembering the pain from a couple of days ago.

[The seam on her inexpensive metal ring was rubbing, and 2" seems slightly small. Tiffy has ordered a 2 1/8" ring from a quality manufacturer in order to correct the issue.]

My outfit consisted of a set of black comfy panties, tight but not skin tight feminine jeans, blue v-neck top, front-closing 50b nude/beige bra, and a cowl neck beige sweater (really soft).

About 10 minutes after getting dressed, I was then able to work with the cock ring and apply it all the way. I did have a concern of getting aroused often with it on though. However, this time I used a little bit of silicone lube so hopefully it won't catch onto the skin or anything.

Next was a wig, kind of light brown and very long, also sort of distracting while trying to get work done. (Wig was put on after I ate breakfast, still not competent in eating while having long hair yet.)

During this time it made me wonder what kind of things we would agree on in terms of changing appearance to please you - would you want me with long hair? Short? Would you encourage me to pierce my ears? Wear toenail polish at all times? All sorts of fun things ran through my mind.

I didn't have too much of a problem with getting aroused during all of this except slightly during putting on the lotion and the cock ring once it was on.

However, once I put on the lip gloss and I could smell and taste it, I started to get hard inside my panties and could feel myself throbbing and pulsing - definitely looking forward to an orgasm at this time. I haven't mentioned this before, but I do have a slight lip fetish, or lipstick/lip gloss fetish.

Of course, now it was time for work, so I focused on that.

After work was mostly done, as agreed, I dressed normally except for leaving on my panties and cock ring, as I waited for dusk and the treat or treaters. I was really tempted to start edging but I knew that touching wasn't allowed until I completed my task. The whole "kids coming by for candy" turned out to be mostly a bust and just left me snacking on chocolate. I should have realized that this area has very few families.

 Now I was left with a dilemma - originally I wanted to get full femmed up around 9pm, and probably take a walk around then or around 10pm. But I was so aroused after playing and talking with you, and being all dolled up from earlier, that I wanted to do it sooner so I could have my orgasm, yet late enough that I wouldn't be noticed. Another small part of me thought it would be super hot to just do the en femme thing, come back and do a whole bunch of edges with no orgasm and please you by being chaste - even though I would have no idea when the next time I would get permission to cum again.

[NOTE: Not cumming when I have ordered you to cum doesn't please me, as you are NOT following orders. Staying chaste longer than I want you to is usually about your own ego, not about pleasing me.]

During this waiting period I also became hesitant and thought about backing out too. I had a lot of strong mixed feelings about everything. Then you called, and I really felt connected to you and a lot more owned than before.

Part 2 - Going Out
(and Typing with a French Mani Now)

Around 9pm, I decided to get fully dressed again. I chose a different pair of panties - this type a thong as I thought it would be a good idea to feel a bit naughty doing this assignment.

Once dressed, I went ahead and did my nails, which took the most time overall. At this time I also decided to drink 4 cups of water. Finishing with my bracelets, wig and lip gloss. Once all done up, definitely felt aroused, then reached for the door.

I'll be honest Mistress, I held that doorknob for what felt like 5 minutes. I felt major apprehension. I felt like just telling you I did it, and lying. I felt scared. Since I live in a big apartment complex I started listening to people outside of my door - was it clear or not to go out without being seen? Was getting hard to tell.

After a bit of surge of adrenaline, I opened the door, and quickly locked it behind me. While walking away from my complex only one person looked at me, but we didn't make eye contact. I quickly walked over to the area where I planned on walking around, a nearby area with a small lake. I had to cross one main road, but other than that I stayed around the lake. During this time, I was pretty warm - probably the adrenaline still running through my body. I was hyper aware of everything - my thong riding up, my tight jeans, my soft bra, my wig constantly making its presence known, and my tasty lipgloss on my lips, with the wig sometimes sticking to it - I understand now why girls might not like sticky lipgloss.

Originally I wanted to stay out for an hour to impress you, but around 45 minutes out I could feel a little pain with my cock ring, and starting to get cold - the adrenaline of this activity was starting to wear off. I started to make my way home, coming to the realization that I'll have to brave my apartment complex again. Once arriving back, I had no incident, making my way into my warm apartment, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

Part 3 - Orgasm

Now that the adrenaline had worn off a bit, I felt tired and maybe that I should skip my orgasm and edges. I waited a bit, and thought about it. Could I go another week without orgasm? Would you make me go even longer than that? Would you make me edge constantly? What really made me want to have an orgasm though is being able to say the mantra that you gave me. I also wanted to orgasm and think about eating my own cum. I've never done it, but you wanted me to, and you wanted me to start develop the habit. It's a bit of a hard limit for me, and if/when I do it, I think it would make me have a really strong bond with you.

Of course, masturbating with a french nail set on is no simple task. I have to be gentle and can't really touch myself like I'm used to. 

Provided that it's also been 2 hours since I drank the 4 cups of water, would make edging difficult/fun.

Unfortunately I had to remove the cock ring. With it hurting while walking, I knew I might run into problems with it on while hard and aroused. But removing it with nails on, my goodness - it took a bit of patience to avoid pinching myself a bit.

Getting to the edge while thinking about all we've done, and the pictures I'm sending to you, and the fact that I'm typing all of this with my nails, still wearing my delicious lip gloss, and my wig, bracelets and thong - well it took very little time at all.

Thinking back to the last time we talked, I quickly approached the point of no return, repeating and thinking of the mantra over and over. Once I started  cumming, I was glad I was kneeling because I think my legs might have buckled underneath me, it felt so powerful. Once I came, I almost felt like falling asleep immediately for a brief moment. Relieving myself after felt really good as well. (I typically don't do anything with my bladder in terms of sexual satisfaction, but it was interesting to play with it a bit.)

[The bladder play was all Tiffy's idea... as if she didn't already have enough going on! LOL! ]

Notes and Feelings:

I could really feel a connection to you as I had my orgasm and did a bit of edge play for about 15-20 minutes, specifically when I would repeat the mantra. I liked dressing up en femme at home as well, and talking with you is always nice. The assignment really helped me overcome my fear a bit, at least in terms of going outside fully dressed and made up as a woman. With that said, I didn't like the going out part. Not because it was cold, or the clothing felt uncomfortable, or anything like that, but I didn't feel any "relief" of doing this, it just made me a bit uncomfortable. That said, I think I prefer just dressing up at home - it's a safe environment and dressing up is just - fun. I like the feminine nature of just being care-free, a little bit frilly, and trying on new things, similar to maybe most people's experiences with dress-up. Other than that - wow, what an orgasm, it was very intense. What an assignment too - I feel a bit worn out from all that, certainly a lot of things that I've tried this past week, my goodness. Thank you Mistress for helping me discover myself and really have a connection to you throughout all this. I hope you enjoy the pictures! :)

Maxi Pad Shopping Report by jezi darling

With sophie on extended sissi-cation, everyone adjusting back to their non-summer routines and my dealing with some other "stuff", things have been rather quiet here. I think it's a good time to post some of the reports that I was too busy to edit before.

I'm sure you remember when I sent sophie to buy maxipads. The fun thing about having multiple sissies in training is that often when one does something, the others are eager to join in. Therefore, it was no surprise that jezi, who had once or twice before worn pads nicked from the ladies in her household, wanted to go shopping too. It's much more appropriate - and potentially embarrassing - for her to have her own stash anyway. ;-)

Enjoy!
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Mistress had previously announced i was to follow Her and wear a pad/towel when it was Her time, so as to be a better girl and to be closer to Her at that time of the month.

i had read the recently posted shopping report of my sisster* sophie, from when she had been advised to research and purchase her own pads to wear along with Mistress, so i knew of the style and design that Mistress preferred for Herself and Her gurls.

[*sisster = sissy sister  ~ M]

Living in a house of girls, as Mistress is aware, gives me an extra insight into ladies sanitary wear over a period of some 20 years. This insight, and experience, perhaps, made the shopping task much less of an ordeal, or humilation, than it might for other gurls in training with Mistress. That being said it does make a difference to one's mentality when the purchases are in fact for yourself!

The brief was simple - ladies towels, unscented, with wings, thin maxi pads, preferably cotton or similar, perhaps with a hint of aloe. With this in mind, i set off to a local branch of Boots the Chemist since i knew full well they would have a suitably large selection to choose from. There are many brand names in the UK, most of which were mentioned in sophie's wonderful report, but i had reason to believe that "Always" should be the one to provide the best solution to the task i had been set.

True enough, as evidenced by the images below, what appeared to be the perfect option was soon located amongst a shelf full of different sizes, and 'strengths' (if that is the correct word for the ability of a pad). It had wings and was of sufficient 'size', as well as being odour free, and having a cotton-feel touch.

Having selected a pack of 16, and not using a basket so as to have to actually carry the packet in my hands to add some embarrassing feelings to my task [*evil grin*], i headed to the counter to pay for my purchase. There was a hint of unease when handing them to the young lady at the checkout, but that was internal, for she probably thought i was being a good, modern man, helping out my Lady. :-)

As i stated above, i do have experience of collecting/purchasing all manner of ladies sanitary wear over the years, but to knowingly do so, for oneself, did add some spice to the trip! Thank You, Mistress. :)

i am sure the same pads/towels are also available from our larger supermarkets in the UK such as Tesco, Asda, Morrisons, Sainsbury's etc, as i have seen vast arrays of sanitary wear in them, and, having purchased these, can do a rekky of them to see if they are indeed held at these supermarkets for my future purchases.

Having had the opportunity to join with Mistress over the last four days, i can verify that although there is an 'unusual' feeling between one's legs, that they feel generally comfortable, and remain secure, throughout the day, with no slippage, or detaching, even overnight!

Thank You, Mistress

Love and kisses always,

Your sissy, jezi girl

Getting my Legs Waxed at a Very Girlie Salon by sophie

Just before last Christmas, I had been ogling at a ladies smooth silky legs. Obviously this wasn't good behaviour for a sissy so I reported to Mistress for punishment. We decided that if I liked looking at ladies' smooth silky legs so much then perhaps I should have a pair of my own to look at, so I was to get my legs waxed at a salon. Due to various privacy issues, travel, etc., Mistress allowed me to delay my waxing until I was ready and able, but she gave me some lines in the meantime.

About a month ago, I found that I would soon have time and privacy to get my legs waxed, so I let Mistress know that I would be able to have the rest of my punishment. Mistress told me to look for some salons where I could go. I found quite a few before eventually coming across a salon that has a very girlie name and which is quite pink in decor and style! I sent my list to Mistress, so she could check them, and she immediately liked the pink one! "Oh my!" I thought. I looked at their website and it didn't really list men's waxing so I emailed the salon and soon received a reply stating that they would be able to do a men's full leg wax! All I had to do was find a date when I could get time off work. Mistress had said I was to wear ladies underwear, but that they could be plain cotton ones... for now! :-o

I managed to get a day off work and emailed the salon to see if they had any appointments. I had left it a bit late as sophie had needed to take a short sissy break. The next morning my phone buzzed. It was an email from the salon. I nervously opened the email. They asked my if I could make it to the salon that afternoon! I sent a reply saying I could and soon got a reply telling me I was booked in for a full leg wax.

I was very nervous. I let Mistress know that I had been booked in and that I would see if I could find some hi-leg knickers as we felt the pair of minis I had bought would reveal too much.

I went to the shops in the morning. First I found where the salon was, and then I looked for a pair of knickers. I went into Peacocks, New Look and Tesco. I found some in Tesco, but realised that they had little bows on them. As Mistress said I should go in plain ones for my first visit, I put them back and found some boy shorts, which I put in my basket.

As I turned I saw a nice dress. It had 30% off, so was reduced to £17.50. I found one in my size, put it in my basket and made my way to pay. I stood at the check out and placed my items out on the conveyor belt. I got a knowing smile from the lady in front of me as I laid the dress out and started examining it. She must have been surprised to see a man take so much care with a dress, so perhaps she realised it was for me. I know it is nothing fancy, but as I can't dress all the time, every piece is special to me.

http://www.clothingattesco.com/dresses/f+f-spot-jacquard-tailored-skater-dress/invt/br412276

It was a few hours until my appointment so I went back home to change into my knickers and quickly try my dress on. Everything fit and the shorts had a bit more room to hide things. :-)

I was getting nervous now, it would soon be time to go to the salon. I left the house and made my way back. I parked the car but was about half an hour early, so I went for a walk to try and calm my nerves. Soon it was 15 minutes until my appointment, so I made my way to the salon, took a deep breath and walked in.

A young lady was sat at a table, having her nails done by a beautician, who looked up and asked if I had an appointment. Nervously, I said I had and gave her my name. She told me to take a seat. I sat down on a pink chair - there was a lot of pink! The seat was in front of the window but thankfully it was facing into the salon.

After a few moment and I settled down, I began to look around. I noticed a table was set up just in front of the chairs where I was sitting. I suddenly became nervous. Was this where I was going to be waxed, in front of everyone, in front of the window! Another lady appeared and asked me if I was me and took me into the back room (phew).

I entered the room, and she asked if I had been before. I said I hadn't and she asked if I had ever been waxed before. I said I hadn't, so she asked me to remove my trousers, down to my boxers. Err... I wasn't wearing boxers. I had ladies shorts knickers on, but I didn't tell her that!

She asked me to lie on the table. She said it might be painful as this was my first waxing. She enquired as to what made me want to get waxed. I just said it was a long story. (I did debate whether to tell her I was a cross dresser.) She just said no problem, and that she would start putting the wax on.

The wax was warm as she rolled it on my leg. She said grit your teeth and started removing the hair. Surprisingly, it wasn't as painful as I expected. In fact, the lady mentioned that I was doing well. :-)

Soon after, she asked me if I would be keeping up with getting them waxed. I said I wasn't sure. I nervously asked her if she had many men having waxing done. She said she did, and that it didn't make any difference to her who it was. She said she did nails, and make up on guys! (I guess she might have realised I was a bit girlie!) She said she could give me a price list.

As she worked her way up my leg, she explained that I should use warm water, not hot, in the shower and not use perfumed soap, because my pores would be open. Soon I was turned over. As she worked on the back of my legs, she asked which I felt had been the most painful part. (I wonder if she's a Domme.) I found it was the top of my legs at the back.

Soon I was all done, and she got some cream for me to rub onto my legs. She asked if I was okay with lavender, I said accepted it and rubbed the cream into my smooth (if pimpled) legs. The lady then left me to put my trousers back on.

Once dressed, I went out into the salon where a lady was sat having her hair done. I paid the lady who had waxed my legs, and she gave me the price list of the other treatments. As I left, everyone said "bye". I found that the girls at the salon were very nice, and it was good to hear her say that it didn't make any difference to her who she was treating.

As I walked back to the car, my legs felt different. I could feel my jeans against my bare skin. I feel very girlie. So I now have girlie, silky, smooth legs for Mistress.

Tonight, I'm wearing my new dress. I've got my pink panties, tan tights, peach petticoat on. I'm wearing my heels, my little bag and a touch of pink lipstick.

Here are some pics.

*kisses and hugs*

Sophie

Shopping for Maxi Pads/Sanitary Towels by My sophie

sophie is going through her longest period (no pun intended) of chastity to date, and it's been a real test for her. She has been doing well, but recently had a slip. Like a good girl, she reported it for punishment... and no, she didn't cum. However, she was self-pleasuring without permission.

We were discussing embarrassing items that she could purchase as part of her punishment when she suggested shopping for sanitary napkins, or "towels" as they are called in the UK. I loved the idea! It's an area that can be very confusing and embarrassing (even for biological women), making it both a good punishment and an educational opportunity in furthering her sissy training.   
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I saw some pretty sales girls while shopping, and caught myself looking at their assets. Later, in bed that night, I started thinking of them and touching myself, like a naughty girl, without Mistress' permission.

Since I was enjoying looking at sales girls in naughty ways again, Mistress felt that it would be an appropriate punishment for me to buy something girlie and feminine so that I could feel all the sales girls looking at me, as I imagined them laughing and talking about me later. We discussed sanitary towels and Mistress thought that was an ideal thing for me to buy.

Mistress told me about the ones she uses in the US, Kotex Natural Balance Ultra Thin Pads with Wings, and ordered me to find similar ones that were available in the UK. I looked online and found there was a lot of different ones: Some had wings, some were scented, there were ultra thin or thick. I had also had a quick look in a shop and was quickly confused.

Mistress went over the key attributes in hers so that I could select an appropriate replacement. I was to get some 1) ultra thin ones that 2) had wings, 3) were unscented, and 4) preferably had a soft/natural cotton upper layer for sensitive skin.

I decided to look online the night before I went shopping and found some from Boots, that were a good match:
Boots: Cottons Ultra Thin Pads with Wings

I also found a video on you tube that explained how to put them on, which I found useful:



[I also liked the fact that the video explained and agreed with some of My key points, including why buying pads with wings and unscented ones are important.  ~ M ]

The next day, I was unable to get to a Boots store, so I went to a nearby super market, Asda, on my way to work. Thankfully, it wasn't busy when I arrived at the store. I nervously made my way over to the where the towels and tampons were, and found there were lots of different ones.

I moved up and down the section seeing if I could find suitable ones. I found some Asda ones that looked promising, picked up the packet and began studying the label. They said ultra thin, had wings and were unscented. They weren't cotton, but said "cotton soft feeling". As I was stood there scrutinising a packet of ladies' sanitary towels, a young lady walked by. I looked up, as I was nervous. She looked at me, and I was so embarrassed that I quickly took them over to the till.

As it was still early, there was only one till open and no queue. As I got there, a lady came and waited behind me, My packet was sitting on the conveyor belt; the only item I was buying. The sales girl scanned my pads, put them in a bag and took the money. I could see it said "femcare £1.80" on the till's display. I looked down at my feet. I was so relieved to leave the store, that I failed to notice something.

I started to walk back through the shopping centre with my bag, to the car. There were a few people about, on their way to work, some opening their shops. As I got to the car park, I realised that Asda carrier bags are transparent! I had walked past people with my packet of ladies' sanitary towels in a see-through bag. As they were the only item in the bag, people would know that I had gone especially to buy them! I felt so embarrassed and sissy. I put the pads in the car and headed to work.

[I have the feeling that many husbands walked past with knowing smiles, enjoying the thought that they weren't the only ones who had been subjected to such an emergency errand. Little did they know!]

So I now know a little about ladies' sanitary towels. I felt girlie learning about them, as all girls learn about them and work out which are best for them. Whilst I found learning about them girlie, I am squeamish about anything medical, and perhaps the only two things that make me glad I'm not a real girl are periods and giving birth. [:-)]

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I reviewed her report, and ordered her to wear one today. I allowed her to unlock, as long as she behaved herself, so that she could see if the pad did indeed feel nicely "cotton soft". ;-)

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Mistress, I am wearing the panties that you sent me, and my sanitary towel as you instructed. I opened the packet and looked in side to find small yellow individual packets. I took one out and carefully opened it. They're a bit noisy. I took it out and, as per the youtube video, placed it inside my panties and stuck it down. I then unfastened the wings and bent then under the crouch of the panties and made sure they had stuck.

I felt so girlie doing it, just like a lady would have to do. I wasn't sure if I had positioned it correctly, or if they are too small, as the parts at the end which bend is further up at the front just touching the base of my penis, I'm not sure if the back is supposed to bend around my bum.

[I think they are positioned close to correctly for a woman, but had her try moving them more forward a bit for her. I usually have the opposite problem! LOL!]

It feels a little strange - a bit like wearing padded cycling shorts, but the towels are thinner. My panties feel full and snugger. I do feel girlie wearing it and telling people that you have told me I need to wear my sanitary towel.

Thanks,

Sophie

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And, yes, now she is sleeping in another one. ;-)

Sissy Holly-Day Shopping Fantasy by sophie

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Cleavage Punishment Report Part 3: Writing Lines While Dressed by sophie

As you may remember, sissy sophie was being punished for staring at women's shapely bodies and cleavage. First, I had her create some cleavage of her own, but that was NOT the punishment. It was just to help accentuate it. 

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However, this was to be my punishment. Whist I had been told to dress up pretty as though I was going out,  Mistress had informed me I would be writing lines. However, Mistress had not told me what or how many repetitions I was going to have to write yet.

I exchanged a few emails with Mistress whilst she decided on my lines. After confirming that I had all night to myself, we discussed that my lines should be done as a detention. This meant that I would have to sit writing until all my lines had been completed.

A few moments later, Mistress provided with my line: “I must never disrespect women by staring at their shapely bodies and/or ample cleavage.” I was to write it 250 times.

Mistress also detailed the rules of my detention: I was to email her to clock in to detention and again when I had finished all my lines to clock out. Mistress allowed me 10 minutes break for every hour, so that I could use the ladies room and get some water or quick snack.

I went and got my pens and paper, and then checked myself just like a girl would when she goes to the ladies room. My lip cream has started to fade so I wiped it off and put some lipstick on. Again, as I leaned forward to look in the mirror, I could feel my tits hang down and see my cleavage down the top of my dress.

Now that my lips were now a nice girlie pink and creamy again. I went over to the desk and emailed Mistress to clock in for my detention. It was 8:15pm BST.

As I sat down, the skirt of my dress rustled and puffed up, so I had to straighten it. I moved the chair closer to the desk and leaned forward to start writing. Of course my tits got in the way! My chest was now further out than it used to be, and I felt my "breasts" push back against my body as they were squeezed against the desk. I had to lift myself up so my tits were over the edge of the desk and rest them on the top of it. This felt strange, but I would have to get used to it!

As I got to the bottom of each page, I ended up looking down at my cleavage and tits on the desk. Again this was strange and made me think about whether this is what ladies have all the time: having to mind not bumping them and being able to see them and - of course, having naughty boys and gurls looking at them whether you want them to or not! No matter what you did, they were there. I couldn't hide mine whilst wearing my dress. I felt like a real girl.

I carried on with my lines and took a 10 minute break every hour. I went to the ladies room and checked my lipstick. It was okay so no need to reapply any. Of course, I noticed my newly shaped chest. I eventually completed all my lines at 1:50 am BST. Apart from my 10 minute breaks, I had been writing continuously since 8:15pm. I finished 5 1/2 hours later, so minus the breaks, approximately 4 1/2 hours of writing. I had missed out on my Saturday night, but I am sure the ladies I disrespected would have been pleased. They  would have enjoyed me sitting there writing lines for hours, dressed up like a pretty girl in my dress and heels, and having to manage having tits and a cleavage, just like they have to.

My punishment has taught me that it is not nice when people stare at your body. Tits and cleavage cannot be hidden from everyone else’s view. Ladies like to dress up all nice and pretty, and they should be able to do so without naughty boys and gurls being disrespectful and staring at them. I have also learnt that they can be awkward and sometimes get in the way, but they make dresses look and feel much nicer to wear when a gurl has them. They also made me feel more like a girl, and I found my bra to be more comfortable than I had imagined.

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I told her that she needs to wear the bra (and tits) all day, every day, and then tell me how comfortable it is! ~ M