Kiss My Feet: Sissy Training and Forced Feminization

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I nodded, knowing that she was leaving out part of the story. That same Christmas my mother invited my girlfriend to spend New Year’s Eve with us. It was the first time a female partner of mine had been invited to anything. Eleanor fussed his white satin collar in her fingers. "There, there, Sissy Jennifer," she said, "let's make baby feel very, very girly in her pretty sissy collar and then we'll be able to close her up in her panties like a proper little girl baby."

I must say that lending my sissy pansy out to my friends was one of the most effective training measures.I still remember - and so does sissy - the first time I made her serving teas and coffees when I had invited two of my friends over one afternoon. My little fairy trembled with fear and humiliation but at the end she passed with flying colours and made my friends being jealous of having such a cute and obedient maid to wait on me. Angelina stopped her with a hand on her arm and looked at his pacified and pantied face. "I think your sissy is accepting your complete control over his sex, Jayne," she said, and they all looked at him as he gently bobbed in a steady rhythm, until he started to cry into his pacifier, his eyes squeezed shut to try and escape his misery, while both his legs tried to straighten against their restraints. Angelina felt the bulkiness of the diaper. "He will have done it as he was being brought into the room," she said. "It's hardly warm and it's going hard. Time for the baby to be changed."

He's upstairs, probably peeing himself about having you all seeing him," Jayne continued. "I've got him wrapped in his baby sleeper, with two of my dresses fastened up around it, just to remind him who's in charge of him." I understand that you don't want to post real life pictures showing a pansies genitals but just to show you how my sissy looks like I make her attaching a picture of her wearing her chastity belt. Nevertheless feel free to use it for posting if you decide that steel panties don't interfere with your rules on the Wendyhouse. The angle the frame forced him into had his knees dangling from outside his elbows, so that his diapered genitals were held forward for the women to explore. At the same time, his face was angled forward so that he looked down on Trinny as her fingers undid the four buttons between his legs. Eleanor undid the lowest of his big romper buttons, and the elastics of his pink romper sprang open to release a flood of white silk bloomer ruffles. Me too," giggled Trinny, sitting forward and spreading out the full flare of her burgundy silk skirt with a lot of rustle between her petticoats and her pink ruffled blouse. The most exciting day I've had since sissifying that fool of mine was when I took him to the Henrietta Forced Feminisation Clinic open day, and saw their sissies on display for visitors, and some of them were dangling in suspension panties and weeping their girlish little hearts out." The picture she painted drew out the strong maternal feelings in the other three women. A husband dangling helplessly in sissy baby clothes, crying pitiably in front of laughing women. Their appetites were up and they couldn't wait. "Oh Jayne," cried Trinny, her crimson lips quivering as she spoke, "shall we bring in Thomas... I can't wait to see him being put into his baby frame."

I like your suggestion of leaving the projected date until close to the time - say a week before. I'm going to leave Walt Wisconsin out this month, so that I can catch up a bit on Prim's Petticoat Pansies issues for you and all members. It should take about six weeks to do the next issue. One thing I don't want to do, Ben, is mess you around. So please remember that I'm working on it for you. Well, not so....all car shows feature models...cause cars are sex objects for men. Especially sports cars. They lust for the red sports car then they buy the wagon or the suv...for the kids. I mean married men. Single men or divorced men, or cheating men....get that sports car. I'm delighted to show you photos sent to me by a delicious girl with a million-dollar smile. This is Miss Jenni Dee.The hostess left her holding his leg and opened her bag to get her husband's pacifier. "Here, cry-baby. Open!" Lovely," said Jayne. "Angelina is the..." and she wondered, half asking, "regional babification supervisor for Yesterday's Man?" the cropped version is here. Close up and emphasis on shoes, toes, etc. This is my famous vintage crinoline, it's so scratchy. The completed structure had two twelve-foot base-bars lying parallel on the carpet, outside the settee and armchairs, with sloping uprights to a height of seven feet, none of them meeting but reaching transverse bars that created an overhead rectangle, with the elastic cords for the arm bar and the leg loops hanging towards one end. Eleanor held the arm bar and wondered if it would take her weight.

There was a lot of whimpering from the sissy, but when he was under the frame, Angelina lent a hand by slipping the transverse bar under one of his arms and pulling it over the cushion to get his mitten connected underneath. His voice turned more desperate. Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your Another idea: don't set your deadline until close to the end, when you can see pretty clearly when you'll finish. Then you're going to have all parts ready on the date you told us. Another idea of course is to scrap deadlines altogether, but please keep those new issues coming - that's what makes PPW such a world-beater.

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On a slightly different note, darling, I want to show you some gorgeous examples of Morpheus fashions. You'll have seen examples on the web, and here are some that show what lovely styles there are these days for young women. Oh stop wriggling," snapped Jayne as she stood in front of him and straightened his collar into a neat circle, "you're making yourself look perfectly ridiculous." She attended to his curls around every part of his hair, fluffing them out for everyone to see how pretty they were. But even though my mother let up, I found myself struggling in adulthood with the strict sense of gender conformity she raised me with. I was drawn to butch women, but I didn’t necessarily want to date them. While walking down the street with a boyish girl, I felt ridiculous. We just looked too gay to my eye. Years of shopping excursions had instilled a hypocritical bias against manly styles of dress and, no matter how much I tried to intellectually reason myself out of it, I wanted my partners to pass as “straight” to the heterosexual world. There was still a little girl inside of me searching for my mother’s approval. Mother might never see me wearing a dress, but I could date a girl who would. Well, Sophie dear, I don't hold it against you, of course, for stepping out of the Wendyhouse for a while. I can only commend you on deciding that you stand to become a better (that is, a more pathetic and more effeminate) sissy on the inside. Just one last pair for the sissy," she said, and they all watched as she drew a mass of ruffles out of her bag. "Jennifer is so de-sexed I think she needs a fully frilled pair of chiffon baby bloomers to go over her botty and clitty. I think these will fill out the sissy's wide baby romper, Jayne, don't you?"

She stopped talking because there were sounds reaching them through the closed door from the hall: grumbly sorts of squeals, and Jayne's voice raised in annoyance. There was quite a pantomime going on out there and Eleanor and Trinny got to their feet to see if they could help, but the door opened as they got to it and they were faced with the husband in question.

The reason I thought I could survive outside the Wendy house was probably due to my Mistress Vikki accepting an overseas assignment but she has written saying she will be returning in late October and will be very disappointed if she finds me trying to retrieve any of my male thoughts or attitudes. I do hope that with the help of the Wendy House, and by paying more attention to the advice of Miss Blouse, I shall escape her punishment and be allowed to continue as her pathetic sissy slave pandering to her every wish (I especially look forward to having to hand wash her lingerie and her taking me for a bra fitting at a sissy friendly store we have used in the past). Eleanor and Trinny burst out laughing as they watched his misery turning his face into an outburst of tears. This is one of my favourite dresses for putting him into," said Jayne, standing in front of him and shaking out a sizzling dress in oyster pink taffeta with a drop waist that had an enormous bow at one hip and a lace collar that draped from shoulder bows. "It was the dress I was wearing when we were at a New Year's party, and it was that night that he proposed to me." There was an "Aaaahhhh" of sympathy from the other three as they turned on him and grinned. "I want him to know he's mine now: not only my obedient husband, of course, but my sissy wimp of a baby slave." Very good," declared the supervisor, taking another length of rubber elastic which dangled from his arm-bar; "now this goes over his foot and ankle like a stirrup... and there we are: his leg is crooked up like a frog's leg and out to the side. Now his other one."