A note from Mistress: This revealing piece of D/s writing comes from sissy Kitty – sent to me following an spontaneous exchange we shared one evening recently. It was an erotic treat for me to hear her intimate perspective after the event. It captures how powerfully arousing sissification can be. I have her consent to share it here.
It was going to be a long hot night.
But, first we go back and let’s rewind a day.
I’d been online shopping (again) this time for some cycling shorts. Sure enough they were female, I’ve noticed I struggle to buy anything that’s not from a female line these days.
It’s a funny feeling, but since I allowed myself to wear a few things here and there my summer wardrobe is now almost entirely from female lines.
I play them down as neutral and most tend to be subtle enough not for too many people to notice. I did but, I brushed it off.
My shorts were much shorter, they felt fitting for my smooth legs.
T-shirts oversized, pastels, pinks, and soft tones. Even my trainers and socks are of colours and styles not typically for boys.
But surely not enough for anyone to notice, right?
Anyhow, I noticed a pair of women’s cycling underwear, padded for comfort and the liner exposed in the advertisement an alluring shade of pink.
Why am I so drawn to pink!?
The shape reminded me of a body form pad, and my mind started to stray. Thoughts I’d been familiar with before. I thought a pair might work well for cycling but I couldn’t ignore the thought of how effeminate they would make one feel elsewhere.
I knew of a Mistress whom I held high regard for and might appreciate such things being brought to Her attention.
I knew She owned sissies.
Perhaps She might want to treat them to a pair?
I advised Her of my find and to my delight She was incredibly pleased with this. All of a sudden I felt filled with pride.
“You have to get a pair,” She suggested with a dominant twinkle.
“And a photo too. If you’re feeling brave” She added.
“Ordered!” I replied. I was feeling brave.
Just 24hrs later and I’m rushing out the door for work as I’m handed a package from an Amazon delivery driver. I knew exactly what was inside, but with little time to think I tossed it onto the passenger seat of my car and drove In to work.
At the first opportunity and with some excitement I told Mistress the manner as to which I’d received the package and how I’d likely be thinking about trying them on all night during my shift.
She rightly suggested that there was always the opportunity for me to secretly try them on at work. She was right, this had my mind racing and my ‘clitty’ (wait what!?) Twitching.
“I guess I could slip away to the toilets and slip into something a little less comfortable”….
“Do it!” She stated.
“Yes, Mistress.” I instinctively replied.
“Good girl.” She responded.
I slipped away into the toilets, found a cubicle and quietly dressed down slipping into the new panties and neatly tucking away my boy bits.
Hot, flustered, and incredibly excited.
Is this what it feels like to be a sissy?
I can’t help but run my hand over my newly formed feminine feature.
God it feels so good, and the padded panties throbbed at the thought.
I’d agreed to share my predicament with Mistress and flash Her my new panties. Hurriedly I took three pictures mustering the most feminine poses I could manage whilst exposing myself in a hot cramped toilet cubicle.
Is this what it feels like to be a sissy?
She seemed pleased, and agreed they indeed feminized me.
“Did I just complete my first sissy task?” I asked.
“You did, obedient girl.” She responded.
We discussed how they made me feel. I couldn’t ignore how they made me feel.
So girly, excited, naughty, smoothed and feminine.
“I wonder if this emasculation will make you feel like stroking later too?” She asked, and didn’t expect a reply but it turns out She was so right!
We discussed what this meant, and I learnt how She preferred Her sissies to touch themselves: Two fingers, like a girl. Rubbing any part of the clitty unless specified.
This turned me on so much, but my panties had everything tucked so neatly and tightly away that the sensation felt like that of only my pussy (Wait what!?) throbbing relentlessly.
I just had to touch myself. I slipped a hand inside my uniform, rubbing two fingers over my pad just as She’d described Her sissies should.
The sensation was dampened through the panties and I craved more, but my mind was so switched on I felt those panties might have got soaking wet right there and then.
I confessed more, I craved the discipline I had been quietly and shamefully lacking.
Mistress informed me that the panties should stay on until no sooner than 9am tomorrow morning.
Then She bid me goodnight and we agreed to check in after 9am.
“Oh and by the way, I rather like my sissies wet.” Her parting words.
I nearly wet myself again, right there on the spot: At work in a pair of exposed pink padded panties, It was thrilling!
Is this what it feels like to be a sissy?
The night lingered on, I went about my duties to the best of my ability and I couldn’t help but notice something missing between my legs. But the padded panties and tucked form had replaced what was missing with an entirely new sensation and a set of feelings that were now impossible to ignore.
I couldn’t help but run my hands across those panties with every opportunity I was alone.
When I walked anywhere I noticed the padding at the rear also felt like it had lifted my butt.
I felt so exposed, what If someone could see?
Could they see it?
Are the men staring at my butt?
I could certainly feel it.
Did they notice me feeling my cheeks?
Oh gosh this pad feels like a body liner!
Is this what a sanitary towel feels like?
I could feel my masculinity fading fast.
Oh, but i like it!
I giggled inside.
Is this what it feels like to be a sissy?
I’m sharing an office with an entire male workforce. What if they know that underneath this uniform is a padded, hot and flustered sissy (wait what!?) who has just retired her boy bits and learnt how to start stroking herself like a girl!
It was going to be a long hot night, It was a quiet shift and I needed to distract myself so I began to write my sissy story.
But I knew that with every word I’d write down, every confession I’d spew, that I’d be more and more turned on. The frustration edging me ever closer to a pair of soaking wet pink padded panties.
But, I craved the frustration, I craved the panties, and I craved the discipline.
What would She say at 9am!?
The predicament drove me wild.
Another rub of my panties, oh my gosh!
My mind strayed and was filled with sissy tingles just as she’d hoped it would.
Is this what it feels like to…. ??
I’m such a sissy!
If you’re inspired by sissy Kitty’s padded panties, you can buy them here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Sportneer-Underwear-Breathable-Anti-Slip-Undershorts/dp/B09687T7GZ
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