Understated

Sure when you think of America you’re thinking of a pick up truck with a gun rack and a coon hound with his head through the side window and Hank Williams on the speakers (reading Ken Bruen) but you might also be thinking of racy girls in packs, crunchy women in nylons and noisy heels, and bras and panties everywhere… every magazine, every TV commercial, every video ad….. Americans who can’t show tits or private bits are forced to fetishize their underwear and so every panty nut in Europe comes here for cheap electronics and cheaper hard-ons.

You like pantyhose, wearing them, looking at them, thinking about them. Sitting in them at a board meeting wondering if the big guys can tell from the sheen or if they have to ask their secretaries which means the whole building knows you’re hosed. Or sitting on the plane with the pantyhose underneath your low riding jeans so the aisle seat and the window seat know you’re a fag or a sissy or just a very naughty boy….

Telling the aisle seat about where you bought them: Secrets in Lace and you think maybe the stewardess can overhear you, and the people behind you are giggling, and when you get up to go to the loo you know the whole plane is looking to see your pantyhose are showing….

Sissy Dress Up Day #9

What are you doing this Friday night? Take a look at your panty hose and guess! That’s right: dildo training, butt-plug dancing, followed by a spanking session with the Mistress herself.

Sissies need discipline, regimens, regularity. Friday is your punishment day: it is also your dildo day. All day long you will be getting text messages from your Mistress: Put it in. Take it out. Put it in. Take it out.

I find it amusing to imagine you running   out of the office, to insert your super-dildo into your hole, and then after another message, running out again, pulling it out, and then after the next message, running out  again, putting it in again, text me back: “yes  mistress. I am your slave, mistress. I am your sissy slut, mistress….”

But this is just the daytime exercise. For the night, we have something different…

My Auntie's Underwear Drawer

My friends mum I noticed always wore american tan tights all the time and I wanted to wear them and get dressed up. So we got dressed up together..

Dear Mistress..

I’ve just recently discovered your website houseboy.. this is what I’ve been looking for… my heart warms.

Mistress.. I would like to share a little about my life of dressing up and enjoying being girly.  It all started when I was 10 when my aunty came to stay with us. My aunty wore tights all the time..  I loved the way they looked encasing my aunties legs.. I’m not quite sure how I first found my self in my aunties bedroom but I do know when I did start wearing tights this was only the beginning of being seduced in slowly wanting more than just wearing tights under my trousers and secretly visiting my aunties bedroom when nobody was around and lookign through her undrwear drawer and smelling her panties and wearing them also.  It was also at this time when I had my first homosexual experience with a friend.. we were so young and just kissed & were feeling each other… thats all.. but we both enjoyed dressing up.  My friends mum I noticed always wore american tan tights all the time and I wanted to wear them and get dressed up. So we got dressed up together.. I felt so girly and naughty. I wanted to be girly… we didn’t fuck or anything; we were just to young to know what to do. Sadly my friend didn’t have the same feelings towards dressing as I did or our growing relationship and told all my other friends about our little secret! However, this didn’t stop me from dressing up… which became more… more often. What I used to do was get home from school early and go straight to my aunties room. When I would get there I would take all my clothes off .. when opening the underwear drawer.. I loved the womanly aroma. I loved the way dressing up made me feel. I would walk around the house.. sit & watch tv; crossing my legs and stroking my legs all the time… I would always finish of these little dressing sessions by going back to my room and would then wank with the tights on…. feeling my nylon encased legs as I stroked myself. I did this for years… my aunty didn’t say anything to me but I’m sure she would’ve have known that I was wearing her clothes.

Today I don’t do much dressing sadly, although my love for tights hasn’t diminished, of coursed with the advent of the internet.. I have discovered various websites that share my love for tights, although this isn’t completely satisfying.. its like having a relationship with my computer in a way. One of my fantasy’s would be to meet a sympathic and like minded woman who would dress me up…feminise me… take control… whom I could serve and worship her tights embalmed legs.