Tuesday 23 December 2008

Nancy 200501.2

420 Another Toe Out Of The sissy Closet

(Curtsey)
Dear Madam Rebecca, Mistresses and sissies,

I bought my Wife some lingerie from Sulis Silks for Christmas, but the cami-knickers were too short in the body, so I returned them with a request for a pair longer in the body, to which They kindly agreed. I also asked for two slips to be made to special order - They really are the most helpful Ladies I've ever come across - and, whilst we were discussing my requirements, Miss Janet remarked that some older orders were size 24 whereas the newer ones were size 20.

"Has She lost some weight?" She asked.

I felt the colour rise in my cheeks. "Um," I said. I hesitated a second, then asked, "May I make a confession?"

"Yes," said Miss Janet.

"They were for me!" I blurted out.

She didn't even blink, so to speak, and just carried on with the order, even advising me of the all Their forthcoming special offers and making sure I get the free St Valentine's Day gift wrapping.

Strangely, it's a relief to know They know.

I hope everyone is well.

Yours sincerely,
Cissy Pansy
(Curtsey)

Nancy 200501.1

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Nancy 200412

366 Cissy Pansy’s Introduction

(Curtesy)
Dear Madam Rebecca, Mistresses and sissies,

I am writing this while my Wife writes the letter we're sending with our Christmas cards this year.

I have been a member for several months now, but this is my first posting other than to ask a question about the posting from Madam Rebecca about sissy breast sizes. The writer unfortunately did not have the post and suggested I read the messages and I have now copied most of the postings (I'm currently in the 1800s), with the exception of those personal ad type postings which receive no response. I'm in the process of editing these. This will take me quite some time - probably the better part of a year.

I'm 6', 37 years old, dark-haired but bald and somewhat over-weight at about 15st 7lbs (217lbs), though my Wife and I both have every intention of losing a considerable amount of weight in the New Year. My Wife and I have been together for nearly sixteen years now and we recently celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary.

My first memory of dressing, and one of my earliest memories of anything, was taking a yellow panty-girdle belonging to my Aunt from the laundry basket at my Grandmother's and putting them on over my trousers. I was no older than four at the time. Of course, they were like rather baggy shorts on me but I loved the soft, silky feel of the material and I still have a thing for yellow - my first sissy dress was yellow. I was caught almost straight away. I have the impression that I'd worn the panty-girdle before and been caught and had surreptitiously retrieved the girdle from the basket. I crept downstairs, no doubt too quietly, as young children are wont to do when they don't want to be discovered, and had tried to run along the hallway past the open door into the lounge where my Aunt, Mother and Grandmother were sitting. I can remember my Mother exclaiming, "The girdle!"

My opportunities to dress were limited for the next few years. Indeed, I cannot recall the desire recurring until I was an adolescent. I looked at my Sister's underwear but didn't try anything. In 1983 my parents had some work carried out and the tradesman's young mate did try on some of my Sister's underwear, but my Mother knew it had been disturbed and, by a process of elimination, he was caught and I heard he confessed.

I did try on an orange-red nylon overcoat worn by Mother to protect Her clothes while doing housework, but my next chance came when I started a Saturday job in a department store aged 16. Clothing which was faulty and returned for a refund or exchange was destroyed by being cut in two with scissors by a Supervisor and I took a half-slip and a bra from Her bin (trash can). I sewed them together at home, rather inexpertly. I remember wearing a suspender (garter) belt (without stockings) and it being noticed by my younger brother, peeking above my trousers and showing through my shirt, but I managed to bluff my way out of that.

The job meant I had some money to spend and I bought a few adult magazines, though not of a sissy nature: there were none available. I did buy a copy of World of Transvestitism, but I did not enjoy it much as there was very little sex. Most of the magazines were spanking orientated, such as my first, Justice (no longer published). My interest in spanking had been kindled by a section of the local public library which dealt with such matters (in an academic manner, of course). After much solo searching (how could I possibly approach a Librarian?) I found a similar, not so rich, section on transvestitism. I couldn't believe (until I discovered the internet two years ago) that so many adult books on transvestitism existed as were quoted in these research papers.

I took a holiday with two Girls with Whom I went to school, staying in a caravan owned by one of the Girl's parents, shortly before going to university. On one occasion I was left in the caravan on my own and I tried on a pair of the Girl's panties, which were white cotton "days of the week."

I disposed of my Female underwear and adult books and magazines when I moved to university, but soon replaced them, including a panty-corsellete from Marks and Spencer. I only weighed about 10st (140lbs) at the time but I was very thin and not at all curvy and so I wanted something that would give me a Feminine shape. I wasn't successful.

I repeated this cycle of disposal and re-purchase several times, whenever I became too nervous and afraid I might be caught. I always shared a room so privacy was limited and I did most of my dressing in bathrooms, taking everything off again before I left the room. One night I slept in a pair of tight panties with my little wiggle tucked between my legs and my little cherries pushed inside my abdomen, but I awoke in pain and had to re-arrange my "bits." The pain was that of having my little cherries crushed and it's only been over the past year or so that I've been comfortable being tucked in this manner for long periods of time.

I met my Wife just before Christmas in my final year at university and it was love at first sight. We had our first date early in the New Year and I barely returned to my room for several weeks thereafter. I bought Her a silk teddy for Valentine's day. She was amazed at my audacity but still has the teddy, though it's now several sizes too small. She is my Wife, my Lover and my BestFriend. I am truly blessed.

I remember confessing my liking for cross-dressing in early Summer. The flat I shared was in the basement of a Hall of Residence and the fire exit passed through it. Curiously, the fire exit door into the flat was on the first floor (second floor in America) and we had a room-sized landing at ground floor level which we used as our bedroom, complete with a double mattress. As we lay there one night I explained to Her about my desire to dress in Women's clothes and how I was not gay in the least. She thought I was strange (and still does: I asked Her again last night) but was not put off.

We went on a canal boat holiday that Summer and I did most of the steering so I had many hours to myself. I whiled away the time with sexual fantasies. Although my main fantasy involves my forced Feminization and submission to a variety of naturally superior Women I have other fantasies, too, most of which involve a Girl and Her submission to a variety of naturally superior Women! I am greatly aroused by Lesbianism, spanking, bondage, infantilism, lactation, pregnancy and watersports. My fantasies are devoid of other males and I seem to exist in an otherwise exclusively Female world. They do involve far more frequent sex than seems to be normal in sissy stories (sis-lit?) but then again, in my fantasies I'm blessed with far more Female sexual responses and stamina. I'd love to experience multiple orgasms.

The only sissy thing I did that holiday was to ask my now-Wife to be allowed to use Her panty-liners, which She refused. A few months later, while staying with Her Mother, with Whom I get along very well, I asked to be allowed to wear a nightdress one evening. My Wife asked why and I explained the thrill I get in my fantasies when a Woman slides Her hand up my bare or stocking-covered thigh and under my short skirt. She was only too happy to oblige and of course we ended up having great sex, which we normally do.

My Wife likes to be teased and I'm normally able to exercise self control until after Her orgasm, when She then likes me cum straight away. Since then, whenever I've worn something to bed it's been a nightdress, normally a cotton print night shirt, but shortly before we married I discovered a company now called Apres Noir, http://www.xdress.com/ They make lingerie for males and I bought a range of silk and lace panties for our honeymoon, as well as two knitted silk nightshirts.

Recently I've found Sulis Silks, http://www.sulis.co.uk/. Of course I've treated my Wife, but I've bought rather more for myself, including a gorgeous ruby silk satin and lace nightdress. The Ladies there are very helpful. I wanted a pair of French knickers to go with the nightdress but by the time I decided this, the range had been withdrawn. However, They were happy to make whatever I wanted from the old range and in any colour - except ruby, as They had no silk satin left. Now, over a year later, They've re-introduced ruby, albeit in a slightly different shade, and They were only too happy to agree to my request, even offering me a choice of styles!
I've bought myself a few bras over the years, most of which didn't fit very well (I have a 40" chest), but I now have a nice selection from Apres Noir and Sulis. The Sulis ones in particular seem to fit especially well as They are properly sized (not just small/medium/large/etc) and They even make 42A! Their underwired styling give me definite shape, especially when I lift my chest tissue (I hesitate to label my sissy chest fat and tissue as breasts) above the wiring and into the cups. I've tried a variety of cup sizes and, although I'm certainly a bit less than an A cup, the B cup size has the best, largest and most noticeable effect because the larger circumference of the cup's underwiring encapsulates more of my sissy chest fat and tissue. To complete the effect I pop in a pair of breast enhancers which boost me about one cup size.

The only problem I've had with the Sulis bras is that, being made for Ladies, Who tend to have longer legs and shorter bodies than males, the straps can be a little short. The underwired styles are fine on maximum extension, but a padded, soft cup 50s style bra I bought could really do with an extra four (to give me some leeway) inches on the straps and this is something I'll ask the Ladies when I next order a bra.

In terms of reading matter, in the early nineties I could find nothing in the part of the UK in which we live but spanking magazines, apart from standard centrefold-type publications, with the noticeable exception of Forum magazine (UK edition), which covers a wide variety of topics and has become much more fetish-oriented over the years. The letters section is exceptional. My Wife has had a subscription for over ten years, but I regret She never reads it.

A branch of Transformation opened in a nearby city. Transformation is a chain of transvestite shops owned by Stephanie Ann Lloyd, a very attractive transsexual. They're staffed by friendly Women and for many years had branches only in Manchester, from where I believe Ms Lloyd hails, and London, which store I visited several times when I was a student. They also offer mail order but unfortunately are an "own brand" outlet and, although the prices were equivalent to those charged by high street chains, I'm afraid Transformation didn't use the same quality of materials, though things were well-finished and I still have a cache sex. I bought several novellas and magazines on transvestite and adult baby themes but these, too, were pricey. Transformation magazine was glossy and well printed but cost £25 (about $45) even in the eighties.

In the early nineties my Wife took me to York for the weekend of my birthday. She bought me a pair of silk boxer shorts and accompanied me to the local Marks & Spencer where She allowed me to buy a pair of French knickers in plain cream satin. I also found a veritable Aladdin's cave of adult magazines at Blue Moon Books, where I discovered the superb Pleasure Bound bondage magazine. This was nearly always Fem Sub, but did contain a hefty proportion of Lesbian bondage, too, and the letters were as good as Forum. I visited several times over the years and built up an almost complete collection.

Unfortunately, repeated police raids and a series of failed prosecutions of the publishers, Olympia Press, resulted first in the transformation of Pleasure Bound into Pleasure Bound Forum (the same magazine with no photos but drawings to compensate) then a complete shut-down. Olympia Press now concentrates on its range of bondage novels.

A few years later I bought my first lactation and pregnancy magazine, which tied neatly with my penchant for infantilism and then a wonderful new company, Sabre Publishing, burst on the scene with excellent titles such as Enforced Femininity, Sissies on Parade and the World of the Male Maid, amongst others. Wow! I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw them. For a while they were really widely available, too, even from newsagents in my own town!

It was an article in one of these which led me on my next adventure, to Wendy Jane's in March, Cambridgeshire. She runs a fabulous adult clothing shop with a fair range of books, too. I took a holiday (I'm a manager and I get thirty working days per annum in addition to the small (by European standards) number of bank (our closest equivalent of public) holidays. European holiday allowances are much more generous than in the US) and made the four hundred miles round trip. I wore a matched set of Apres Noir panties, bra and suspender (garter) belt in white satin and lace with black stockings under a fleece shirt (to try and hide my bra straps - sorry!) (I always look for bra straps on a Lady in order to see if She's wearing a bra at all - sorry!) and a pair of petrol blue cord trousers. They're the most sissy colour I own. I also took a pair of thick cotton tights (pantyhose).

I stopped off at Hay-Way shoes in Leicester on the way and bought a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. I slipped the tights over my feet to make sure the shoes would still fit when I was wearing the rest of my new outfit. The Lady, one of the two Female Owners, was very helpful and recommended I buy a pair of breast enhancers. I left the shoes in the box but couldn't wait to slip the breast enhancers inside my bra cups. I felt like I had mountains on my chest, especially when my seat belt nestled between my bra cups, pulling my shirt taut across my chest, though in reality I had less than an A cup.

Ms Jane's stock is unbelievable. The walls are lined with two clothing rails, one at tip-toe height and the other below. There's a similar arrangement in the centre, leaving barely enough room for two people to pass face to face down the two narrow aisles. Of course, sissies are a minority, so most of the stock was aimed at Ladies, Who are still expected by society to be the Ones doing the dressing-up. In my humble opinion, such stereo-typing is wrong - but which sissy wouldn't want to be so stereo-typed? Nevertheless, the specifically sissy selection was out of this World (superlatives begin to fail me) and She stocks clothing for real life Women, not Supermodels Whom I'm sure gay male fashion editors really want to be slim young men, so even many of the Women's outfits were large enough for a sissy.

Of course, Ms Jane offered assistance and, summoning my courage, I accepted and told Her I was looking for a little Girl's party dress with matching panties. She helped me choose to try on a short lemon satin dress, trimmed with white lace and complete with nylon net petticoats to give the skirt body and a similar, longer creation in pink satin. Both were tied about the waist with broad self-coloured satin ribbons and came with matching satin rumba panties covered with white lace. I took them to the changing cubicle but I had to ask Her to pull up and down the back zip, so She could see I was wearing a bra and stockings. I was very tempted by the pink number, as the longer skirt was much more swishy, but the yellow one was irresistible. I wonder why? I also bought a few Sabre magazines.

It was more than a year before I returned, dressed similarly, but this time I took my Mary Jane shoes into the shop with me. On this occasion it was the pink dress and panties I wanted and purchased. I had a little more courage and even ventured out of the cubicle with the shoes and dress on, though out of necessity, I have to admit, as I was unable to reach the back zip without putting more strain than I wanted to on the fabric of a dress I hadn't yet bought and Ms Jane had gone into Her office and hadn't returned! I also asked to try on a box-pleated navy blue Schoolgirl skirt and She handed this to me after I'd removed the pink dress, so She saw me in all my lingerie. The Schoolgirl skirt, though definitely short, was not indecently so, which was what I wanted. I wanted my panties to be glimpsed when I walked, not just when I bent at the waist, so I settled for the dress and panties, together with a few copies of The Governess, published by the Alice Kerr Sutherland Society and about which I'd read.

The underlying theme of this publication is worship of the Female, which I like, and absolute abhorrence of male arousal, which I don't and, in my humble opinion, is to a certain extent unrealistic because, ultimately, if we're honest, this is all about sex in one form or another. My definition of sex does include permanent orgasm denial of males and Females, if that is what is desired within a consensual relationship, but it's by no means limited to that. I would contend in these circumstances that permanent denial accompanied by constant arousal would be most effective as a means of a Domme asserting Her superiority. After all, what is achieved if orgasm denial is accompanied by no desire? It seems to me to be as effective as my Wife refusing to let me eat grapefruit, marmalade, liquorice or a diet of nuts or drink dandelion and burdock or tea, which is an exhaustive list of the foodstuffs I don't like. On the other hand, The Governess is unfortunately much more in touch with real life in that enforced Feminization and sissification play only a small part in male submission, though it stresses the importance of shame and humiliation. I'd prefer that clothes maketh the sissy.

In 2002 we took a holiday in Sant' Agnelo, just outside Sorrento on the Bay of Naples. While shopping in Sorrento, my Wife took a liking to a white cotton broderie anglaise blouse. She eventually chose the shorter style as I felt the longer style, with a flair below the waist, placed too much emphasis on Her hips and did not flatter Her superb curvy figure. Back in our hotel room, She took a shower and I was able to try on the blouse. It was heavily elasticated and wonderfully stretchy and fitted me well. That afternoon I walked back into Sorrento and bought myself the longer version. Though I couldn't try it on in the shop - my Italian is almost non-existent, though my Wife speaks it well - when I returned to the hotel again I found it made a fantastically short mini-dress which displayed my panties a treat.

Through Fantasy Fiction Group I contacted Ms Rose, who makes sissy clothes to order. She kindly agreed to make me a black satin French Maid's dress trimmed with white lace and complete with a tiny white satin apron, a navy blue box pleated Schoolgirl's gym skirt and another sissy dress in navy blue gingham based on a captioned drawing I'd seen in another magazine called The Governess. (I'll post a copy of the drawing when I work out how to access the files, with Madam Rebecca's kind permission, of course). All three are outrageously short and I have no means of hiding my panties, even when standing bolt upright.

Later that year I confessed to my Wife that I'd bought a few outfits and She was gracious enough to ask me to model them for Her. She very kindly kept a straight face even though She really doesn't understand my predilection and She thought I looked ridiculous in many, if not all, of them. However, She'd rather knew I was dressing in Her presence than dressing behind Her back and She even gave me permission to store my dresses in Her wardrobe so I could bring them down from our loft (attic).

For St Valentine's day in 2003 She bought me a wig and, during the week's holiday we always take for St Valentine's day - we're still very much in love – She took me shopping for cosmetics, especially concealing foundation, then made up my face, applied nail polish and allowed me to dress all day. She also helped me choose fragrances and I settled on Fenjal, which has a very Feminine smell. I use the crème deodorant and body spray. It's available in the UK from independent chemists (drugstores).

We returned to Italy in 2003 and, apart from the pair of underpants I wore to fly out and a second pair to fly home, I took only panties. I think this was the first time my Wife allowed me to use Her panty liners, which I used to protect the gusset of my silk panties. Additionally, I screwed up my courage and bought a pair of turquoise bikini panties from Marks & Spencer, who sell bikini separates. I wore these whenever we were by the pool. Marks & Spencer is a very popular chain in the UK and there were several Ladies wearing identical panties, albeit with bikini tops, too, not to mention many Others wearing merely similar panties.

I waxed my legs for that holiday, too, though somewhat patchily, as my Wife refused to help. I've often helped Her (we actually use a sugaring solution, which is soluble in hot water) so I knew what to do, but whereas She only needs to denude Her lower legs, I had to do all mine and it's much harder to do oneself. Now I know why She needs help! I also used Veet (formerly Immac) to depilate my torso. Fortunately, my torso is not nearly as hairy as my legs but my hair is very dark brown and I have quite a pale complexion by contrast, so the hair is noticeable. I also tweezered the hairs from around my nipples and started on my pubic hair, but all this caused problems as my hairs have a tendency not to break through the skin when growing back and instead grow under, causing inflammation and what looks like a rash. I find I need to use a sewing needle to tease them out and, as this invariably causes a small amount of bleeding, I end up with unsightly scabs. All in all, it can take months for my skin to return to normal. I still persevered with plucking my nipples for several months but despite removing the hair root much of the time the re-growth was at least as thick.

Ironically, my head is bald and I started going bald in my very early teens, as my Mother couldn't resist telling me one day when I was knelt at Her feet so She could brush my hair when I was thirteen. I wasn't allowed to brush my own hair until some years later.

Between Christmas and New Year last year, my Wife took me shopping for a pair of Ladies' slacks and a panty girdle. I chose a pair of navy Ladies' slacks with a side zip and plain front. All my trousers have pleats. This means the Ladies' slacks look best, in other words smoothest at the crotch, when I'm tucked but it's really more obvious I'm wearing Ladies' slacks when I'm not tucked, as they're not cut with any allowance for my little wiggle and cherries and so I make an obvious bulge even when not aroused, although I'm no more than average in size. I've since worn them outside on several occasions, mostly unaccompanied. However, they really need a proper waistband.

I chose a white long-legged panty girdle with as high a waist as I could find in order to hold in my tummy, but they're not really high-waisted. I can't seem to be able to find a style that has both long legs and a high waist in the UK, even online. In any event, these weren't as successful as I'd hoped. A normal panty girdle keeps me tucked. I push my little cherries into my abdomen, flatten my scrotum and then pull my little wiggle as far back between my legs as possible. The tighter the panties, the better I'm able to maintain a smooth silhouette. (This brings a whole new meaning to visible panty line!) However, Ladies' panties do have a narrower gusset than men's underpants and sometimes part of my scrotum can escape from the tightly-elasticated gusset of a panty girdle and become pinched by the elastic edging. This is not only progressively more painful but very un-Ladylike. I had hoped a long legged panty girdle would overcome this, but my shape tends to mean the gusset isn't as snug as I'd like and the legs actually pull it away from my body, so there's more room into which my tucked little wiggle can escape, not less! I see Apres Noir now make a gaff, so I think I'll try that.

I bought myself a sexy mini-skirt from Dorothy Perkins, a Ladies' fashion store, in their January sale, for about £5. It has a black, red and yellow tartan on a white ground and is very short. French knickers and mini-skirts do not mix!

We stayed with my Mother-In-Law over our St Valentine's Day holiday this year and my Wife again took me shopping, this time for Ladies' tops and blouses. We went to Bon Marché, who target an older market than Dorothy Perkins and are very reasonably priced. I chose two red chiffon tops, one with sleeves and one without, and a lacy black blouse with three-quarter sleeves. I should really buy a black bra to go under it.

When my Wife decided She wanted Her first bikini - She wouldn't wear one even when we first met and She was slimmer - She had difficulty finding one She liked. I offered Her my turquoise bikini panties and confessed (again) that I'd also bought a pink pair and a yellow pair. In the end She chose a set, but over the next few weeks She bought me three strappy tops in soft black, turquoise and yellow cotton. She tried to find a pink one, but couldn't.

When we returned to the same hotel in Sant' Agnelo for our Summer holidays this year, I only took bikini panties for poolside wear and wore the co-ordinating top. I wore the black top with the pink panties. The two yellows were somewhat different but went together well enough and the turquoise strappy top and bikini panties could have been part of a set instead of being bought over a year apart in different stores!

Earlier this year I found I had difficulty developing and maintaining an erection. My doctor was very helpful and, after a few tests to make sure everything was basically okay, prescribed Viagra in time for our holiday, which we always take to coincide with our wedding anniversary. However, whilst on holiday I didn't need them and I've only needed them a few times since.

About a year ago I bought an Enemagra/Aneros prostate massager. Using it, although pleasurable, induced peristalsis (look it up: I don't want to spoil this with too much detail!) even though I am by no means constipated and by the time I could use it comfortably, my anus was usually too sore. A few months ago I bit the bullet and bought a gravity enema kit. I'd read in Forum how an enema could make anyone, male or Female, look several months pregnant. I'm fascinated by the sissy humiliation aspect of this (imagine filling out a Maternity dress with your bottom plugged so you can't expel a large enema and then being paraded in front of other Ladies!) but, to my immense disappointment, found an irresistible urge to expel after no more than a pint of warm water. Of course, the impact of a pint of water on my belly was nil. I used about four litres or seven pints of water before inserting the massager and thrusting into myself with it, though it's meant to be just held inside. The sensations were wonderful but I felt my hand getting wet and, fearing another expulsion, withdrew the massager to find it covered in blood. That's another problem I have: my anus bleeds very easily and often for no apparent reason. C'est la vie. However, that day I took a Viagra tablet and I was able to sustain an erection nearly all day, despite frequent climaxes. My little wiggle barely subsided even after ejaculation, with only a relatively slight softening. I've written Viagra into my fantasies as a means of a sissy being able to be gifted with multiple orgasms.

My Wife complained that my underwear drawer was always a mess, containing as it did my underpants, socks and burgeoning collection of panties. She graciously agreed to my suggestion that we buy a bedside cabinet (nightstand) containing three drawers. I've been able to collect all my frillies together from where I had them stashed in various places. My panties are in the top one, my bras, breast forms and petticoats (These are so practical. I buy short petticoats that barely conceal my panties and they keep me lovely and warm in colder weather. I really notice when I'm not wearing one) in the second one and the bottom one contains my Schoolgirl's gym skirt, the broderie anglaise blouse, frilled tennis knickers, leotards and a slip to go under a French Maid's skirt.

We've recently returned from a holiday in the English Lake District with my Sister-In-Law. She's thirteen years older than my Wife and is our inspiration for losing weight in the New Year as She's been so successful recently, though She still has a tendency to hide Her great figure underneath a bulky coat. We did a "Trinny & Susannah" (the hosts of the BBC's "What Not To Wear") on her (without the touchy feely bits) and She went out and bought some sexy tops for special wear, which She's wearing all the time! I painted my fingernails with clear nail varnish, which She noticed straight away, as I'd hoped. After swearing Her to secrecy, my Wife and I told Her everything. She didn't laugh, though like my Wife She thinks I'm strange, although She admitted Her new boyfriend does a drag act!

My Sister-In-Law is a gifted Seamstress and has promised to do some minor repairs and extend the bra straps on the Sulis padded bra which are too short. My Wife had asked Her to make some leotards for Her (really for me) and my Sister-In-Law had asked some questions which my Wife was unable to answer at the time, but now She knows my secret She'll make those, too.

My next project is to replace my underpants, which are many years old and fraying at the seams. I'm not confident in wearing panties to work, so as a compromise I'm buying Girl's navy gym knickers. The nylon variety is cheaper but, I feel, less hygienic for all-day wear. After all, gym normally only lasts an hour! So, I'll probably buy mainly traditional cotton.

I have some stories I've written and if Madam Rebecca graciously permits it, I'd be delighted to post these in the files.

Madam Rebecca and Mistresses, please forgive me for such a long post. My wife finished writing the Christmas letter several days ago!

I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy and successful New Year,

Cissy Pansy
(Curtsey)

Nancy 20081223

Dear Mistress, Madam Rebecca, Mistresses and sissies,

I have been posting my journal in Trained husbands; Happy Wives 2 (now defunct) and Sissie's Life and Times (its replacement) for four years now and I habitually start my entries in this way.

At first I didn't send the journal to Mistress as I didn't think She'd be interested. Then, shortly after I started sending it to Her, She said She found my writing to be embarrassing. This mortified me and I wrote to Madam Rebecca and Sissie to ask for permission to continue to post it in their Yahoo! group. It had never crossed my mind that my writing could be so bad. However, Madam Rebecca has been ill and Sissie has been very busy, so I haven't had a reply from them.

I considered stopping my journal, but I do like to write and so I have decide to start a blog.

By way of introduction, I'll post here my journal entries from the above Yahoo! groups. The titles of the posts will give an indication of when they were originally written. I called myself Cissy Pansy until Mistress re-named me Nancy. The numbers refer to the thread number and is my own system.

This will take some time, so please bear with me.

Love,

Nancy