sissytinkerbellcandi: Like most sissy pouffettes, in time I’ve slowly learned to savour intimate mom
sissytinkerbellcandi: Like most sissy pouffettes, in time I’ve slowly learned to savour intimate moments of sissified bliss like this. True, it still often feels overwhelming letting the feelings of shame and humiliation wash over me, knowing I’m the only one to blame for finding myself in this utterly feminised and ridiculous state. But caressing my stockings as I sit quietly and submissively in prissified bliss is really everything this frilly fairy needs. All alone for a couple of days. It’s been a long time. Goodness, how the creep and grind of daily grudgery has nudged all your pretty pansy dreams to a distant day. But the flame never goes out. Mincing about in heels, the sensuality of the soft friction of your stocking legs brushing against each other. Oh the memories of days of past prancing… smooth, shaved legs, the sound of heel son the pavement on daring midnight walks. You make a promise to rekindle. The flame is dancing. The tightness of your corset. You still have shape. And the soft silky feel of panties. So many to choose from. So pretty. And a little petticoat under a skirt. Oh my, how could you neglect the chase for the sissy sensation of hems brushing against your stockinged thighs and the sissy touch of your ribbons tied around your cage. Yes, the cage. You need it to stop you masturbating too quickly. You know what you’re like. Making yourself into the gurl of your dreams and the rush of sissy spurties. For now, let the sensations of gurliness flood through your body. A few days of petticoated paradise. Your time is nearly up. Only the cage lies between you and seducing the woman you created inside. -- source link
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