How my Mistress makes me... lick

My Mistress’ scent is heaven sent. Even with a pantied pussy Mistress will insist I nuzzle into her panties devotedly. How sweet her pussy is, held tight in a pretty pair of panties. Her morning scent is especially so irresistibly sweet. I love waking her up like this.

Teasing touches along her soft thighs. Gentle caressing. We have time. She knows her pussy will be licked to purring. But these sweetest of moments need to be approached slowly. The tenderness of the inner part of her thigh. I caress it, kiss it, lick it. Her panties slide off. I come ever closer to pussy. She knows what she wants, what’s coming. But first I float away. Allow her to anticipate it. Then move back and lick the crease where her leg meets her pussy. I brush my tongue over her outer pussy lips. Pressing down just a little more firmly, I start to feel her soft pussy just a little engorged with growing excitement. Mistress starts to strain to allow me closer, invite me deeper. I use my tongue to separate her pussy lips. She’s wet. And the first sweet taste. How gorgeous! Mistress nudges her legs a little further apart. She opens up, and I run my tongue up and down between the soft, tender layers of her pussy. I taste again. I spread her legs a firm fraction more with my hands. I’m about to gently tongue-fuck her. It feels divine. I explore to see if her clitty has got hard. I bring my tongue upwards and feel for her clit. I feel the tiny hardness and press into her firmly. How I’d love to stuff my cock in pussy and then lick her hard little clit as my cock thrusts back and forth. But apart from knowing my cock is just too far away from my mouth and Mistress’ pussy, more often than not these days it’s also caged as I attend to licking pussy. Mistress, though, likes the alternative in the these moments… my fingers can do the fucking. Gently licking and flicking her clit, and finger-fucking her at the same time, she has more stimulation than I would be giving her with my cock alone. I go with her. One finger slides in. Don’t stop. Finger-fuck pussy with two fingers. Take two fingers. One is too skinny. Slide them inside, slowly at first, then a little faster. And lick pussy. Give her all the attention she needs. I speed up a little only when she does. I feel her lift her pelvis a little higher with the tension of the coming orgasm. I love feeling her orgasmic symptoms starting to flood through her body. Getting closer. Throw it all in, licking, tongue fucking, finger-fucking. Feel her come close and….. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop licking Mistress’ pussy, you pantieboi”!

But just more recently, Mistress has opened us up to more than the pleasures of pantieboi pussy licking. I’ve occasionally slid a fingertip in her ass as I feel the cumming mount. A wonderful variation… pushing her over the top teasing and gently entering her juicy boi-pussy while licking pussy. But being caged so often these days I’ve almost accidently stumbled into the joys of eating her sweet ass. I haven’t quite stopped to think of the whys and wherefores, but there is some sort of magical connection between the feelings brought on by chastity and the desire in me to stimulate and especially lick Mistress’ sweet ass. The lust is almost overwhelming. I‘ve gone from occasionally fingering and licking her ass as a tease, to full out desperation to pleasure her there. Is it a statement of absolute submissiveness? I don’t know. I just need to do it. Mistress can now simply turn over on her front, look at me over her shoulder and tell me “lick my ass till I cum”. My hands all over her ass, craving, pouring the lust into licking that boi-pussy of hers. She can help too, pulling one cheek over just a fraction to encourage me, invite me deeper. She grinds her hips, her clit bursting to be brushed. I show her my devotion. I show her how horny and dirty I am for her. My tongue circles and circles and teases some more. She asks me if I’d love it right now if my cock wasn’t caged. Would I love to fuck her tight ass! All that honey cream dripping from her sweet little rosebud! At last, I caress her clit as I devour her ass. And over the top she crashes.

P is for Purring Pussy

The sexting made pussy moist and the reward was the scent of Audrey’s pantied pussy, your wetness, the sweet taste and the slow, rising pleasure in pussy. The morning tease telling me that you’d been pillow humping and squirming your lust. The exchange promising your sissy a pillow pump and cummie if well behaved… well, only if I pumped that sissy cream all over a purring pussy for your pleasure. I bet you didn’t get out of your nightie till midday. And a day dreaming of summer evenings, picnicking. Did you really go to the park all afternoon and pleasure pussy? There might be more than one way to skin cat, but how many ways are there to make pussy purr.

Home. A summer dress. Simple panties. Moist. The wine is poured. Candy needed your sweet scent. Brushing lightly over pussy, kissing your thighs softly, licking on them, running my tongue down towards your ass before working nearer pussy. Kissing where it’s all so nicely trimmed, and tease right above your clit. My mouth is wet. You’re beginning to squirm and moan a little. Some gentle pleasure as my head moves between your legs. Not much force at all, just gently, sensuously, teasingly kissing your clit with my wet lips. I kiss it the way I’d kiss your mouth. Caressing is delicately with my tongue, I start to flick across those moist pussy lips. My tongue flicks your pussy hole. I’m still thinking about your ass. Maybe I can work a finger slowly round there to play with your little boipussy. I slip my tongue into your cunt. I slide it in and out like it's the tip of my cock. My finger has found your ass. My tongue slides out searching for your ass, and then one long luscious lick right up to the top of your pussy. As my tongue flicks over your clit a second, a third time in long strokes I start to move more into a sweeping, repeating motion, with my tongue brushing, swirling and stimulating your clit over and over. A well-manicured finger, and then two, slide into pussy as I slip into a soft and delicate rhythm, teasing your clitty towards orgasm. The moaning is louder, the squirming is getting frantic. The moaning yet louder, your back is arching, and your pussy is about to leap and plunge. The lust floods through. Pussy is purring. I just keep doing what I’m doing until the bursting flood of your come subsides.

In from the Shadows

A silhouette, the outline, a bit like a pantyline, can’t quite see everything, but enough to know that there are playthings just there to tease and please. On display my sissy-self, or drooling at the sight of a big swaying silicone cock. Or maybe a little bit of beach play in boy-mode. Six sissy playthings comes in from the shadows. 

Six Signs of Summer

I’ve always loved the winter. As the nights draw in, getting darker and darker earlier and earlier, it becomes easier and easier to jump in the car in as Candy and be off for a gurlie meetup at a reasonable hour.

But the summer, too… how can we resist the rising temperatures! All those skimpy summer frocks trigger a trannie’s mind… the enchantment of real girl curves, swinging hips, the wonder of is she or isn’t she wearing panties, or maybe a thong. I really must keep my legs as smooth. Oh, and then I’m distracted by the glimpse of more than a pantyline… how that sun shines on these frocks. In the sun, the High Street is a sissy's paradise on parade. Now I know it was thong. If only she knew I have matching ones on. Now that’s got me dreaming. Will this year be the year I get my very own tan lines. Can you imagine the humiliation of exposure. If only I could find a secret secluded spot to sunbathe! Oh well, if not sunbathing, maybe I could have a 70s tennis party – frilly panties all round in the mixed doubles. Or maybe organise a bike ride… oh how lovely is the feel of the breeze up my skirt. My trannie mind is in full flow. And what summer would be complete without a butterfly!

Six Ways to Make Up

I remember well the last time I went to bed in something other than a femmie nightie. After a huffy argument with Audrey, I slipped into sulky silence, stayed up late on my own and went to bed wearing just a T-shirt. Audrey, still awake, asked me what on earth I thought I was doing and told me to get up and put on the babydoll ensemble that was under the pillow - a very short, ruffly red set that had even more red ruffles across the panties. I did as I was told.  The attitude disappeared quickly and after lying in bed for a few minutes I was soon telling her I was sorry.

That solved that. We have since come up with a few more ways to get over those sissy fits and little huffy humps to make up and move on quickly.

1. My favourite is when Audrey leaves her panties on the bathroom floor. The first time she did this, I wondered if they had just been forgotten. Should I tidy them up and put them into the washing basket? Enough wondering. I had to take in her sweet scent. Smell, taste, taste more. She too could taste it on my lips when in bed. “Make pussy purr, baby” she whispers. That’s our ritual.

2. Another favourite is the maintenance spanking and aftercare. I think it’s the anticipation, the submission that rushes through me as my panties are pulled down to my knees, the confession, the contrition. And all that after-cream that soothes.

3. Tittie grazing. A gentle session of tittie teasing. Audrey brushes her titties all over me after some days, if not weeks, of no cummies. Waves of little brush strokes as she hovers above me dangling those mounds of femmie flesh. She reassures me that everything will be alright if her little sissy can just learn to let go. She can see my big sissy stick start to leak its juices. She knows I need milking. But more than that she knows I need to be denied again tonight. Again, the hard nipple brushes my lips and lingers. Gently I work around her tittie and work it firmly between my lips. I can be so good. I’ll get to taste her dripping pussy. More purring.

4. Waking up in the doldrums with only a day at the horroffice to look forward to, there’s nothing like having some panties left out that will brighten up the day – texting tasks, sending Audrey photos, promises of pantie inspections later. A day spent tease-texting. I know if I want cummies tonight Audrey will ask to hear some of the dirty little sissy thoughts that have been spinning through my head. There must be plenty of sissy panties and frills, and a sissy fantasy that she never knew occupied the frilly pink corners of my world.

5. Ass worship… starts with a long, slow back massage. Slowly moving to caress Audrey’ silky ass. Gently brush her little boy pussy. She knows my desire. She can feel it leaking and gently slapping into her soft mounds. Ease her ass cheeks more and more apart and the promise of my moist tongue has her hips bucking backwards to find it. Gently circling and then tongue fucking her sweet ass, sissy bliss sweeps through me. Sometimes, just sometimes, I get the treat of a gentle ass cheek milking. I think Audrey loves knowing just how easily she can get her sissy to do spurties for her. Only when she says.

6. Finally, there is nothing like a girle night out together. The planning, the preparation, the shock of the cold night air on our legs, and then the click of those heels on the pavement together!

Six Babydoll Ensembles

Babydoll Heaven. I slipped into a babydoll last night before I massaged my lady’s back and arse, and before I made pussy purr. Babydolls and making pussy squirm and explode at bedtime. With Audrey’s big cummie still tingling, I sat astride Her hips. She lifted up my babydoll to see my drippy gurlie clit in all its splendid excitement. “Oh my! You do want to gush your sissy cream? Well, maybe if we just leave it tonight that nice load of sissy cream can do big spurties next weekend.” Last night this little pantie boi was in babydoll heaven with a devotional cuddle and anticipating the week to come.

My favourite babydoll ensemble is the frilly lilac one with matching lacy string that Audrey bought for me... publicly. It was the Debenhams January sale and we were in the shop on what must have been day two or three. The racks and shelves were all a little ruffled and rummaged. Looking through the heavenly lines of lingerie there was a gorgeous flimsy lacy babydoll set. And in my sizes. Yes, I fit a size 18 for the top but a size 12 to 14 for panties. I thought we could just quietly swap the panties from the size 12 hanger to the size 18. But you know how the sales assistants at the till always check the sizes of items with you before completing the sale! And seeing two different sizes they would be sure to ask if we had it right! And then maybe in front of the whole queue would tell how we couldn't mix sizes. Looking for another solution amongst all my crimson indecision, Audrey took the two sets over to the tills. I glanced over to see her holding the two of them up with hands apparently indicating that she wanted to split the sets. She couldn’t be! My goodness. She couldn’t be explaining the how-tos and why-fors. I saw the sales assistant look over and smile. My goodness! Blush, shuffle, blush, spin with anticipation. Audrey came back all assured smiles, handing me the Debenhams bag. “Did they let you split the sets?” I already knew the answer. “Yes, I just explained that they were for my boyfriend and he was two different sizes for a matching babydoll set, but was too shy to ask. More blush, shuffle, blush, spin with anticipation. A babydoll, my lady’s open hello to Candy, and a first taste of loving public outings.