A Little About Me...

Like many others, I felt a need to be feminine at an early age.  My earliest memories of these desires go back to when I was 3 or 4 years old.  My mother had these ankle socks with colored pompoms on the back of them and she allowed me to wear them around the house.  To this day, I wonder what she thought of this.  Did she know what I would become even at such an early age?  Or did she merely see it as innocent exploration?  I often wonder how different my life would have progressed if I had been curious about even more girly things when I was that young.  Maybe my mother would have continued to encourage me.

As I grew older, I took notice of the girls in my neighborhood and at school.  I wasn't old enough to be attracted of them but I was definitely old enough to be jealous!  I loved their clothes - the dresses, the shoes, and especially the tights.  I wanted to wear tights so badly!  I wanted to know what it felt like to have something so tight and soft completely cover you from waist to toe.  One little girl in my class at school wore them every day and I would get in trouble for "daydreaming" in class when, in fact, I was fantasizing about what she must be feeling as she sat there at her desk.

By the fifth grade, I had only come up with two reasons for a boy to wear tights - costumes, which I only had the opportunity to wear at haloween, and ballet.  Both options seemed out of the question for me.  I couldn't possibly convince my parents to sign me up for dance lessons, and how in the world would I explain wearing tights to my friends?  I would be ridiculed by all of the boys, and probably most of the girls too, in my school and neighborhood.  At that age I couldn't risk being branded a sissy ( if I even understood what that meant back then), and I didn't want to be called gay either.  But I did want to wear tights very badly.

I think that my desire to wear those soft, silky, totally encasing white tights, is the reason that I love to see pictures of ballerinas.  Who know?  Under different circumstances, I could have been one of them.

Do You Like Them?

I bought them for you, sweetie, but afterwards I decided that they wouldn't fit over your chastity cage so I decided to keep them to tease you with instead.

Misunderstanding or Bliss?

A dream come true.

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Below Miss Bliss

So True!

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Women Will Rule

Practice Makes Perfect

Even though I remain locked up at all times, she says she doesn't want to deny me the pleasure of orgasms forever.  She says I should learn to find pleasure through other sources and she wants to help me achieve this. She says I can have sex any time I want to as long as I don't neglect her needs. After all, she still loves me....

Just one catch - until I have an orgasm through penetration, I must remain locked up tight.

Polka Dots

Just Starting Out

My first post! What to say, what to say........For starters, welcome to my blog.  I've wanted to do this for so long, and yet I don't know where to start.  This blog is hopefully going to be my place to tell others about my life, past and present, and how I went from being your regular, run of the mill, heterosexual crossdresser to being a sissy for my mistress ( who also happens to be my wife ).  I know that I'm not the only one out there in my position, and that 's partially what inspired me to start this blog, so hopefully someone will read my entries here and feel they can relate to my situation.  Check back soon for more!