Kiss My Feet: Sissy Training and Forced Feminization

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I'm delighted to show you photos sent to me by a delicious girl with a million-dollar smile. This is Miss Jenni Dee. This is Stephanie, Petal's Mistress and Mommy. It is past time that I wrote to you and thank you for encouraging Petal to be her true self. Mistress Vikki has the right idea, as women do. You need to ensure that you feed these girly wishes in your nature, by wearing pretty lingerie - I am delighted that you are setting about filling your panty drawer at once - and by reading Miss Blouse's column in Prim's Petticoat Pansies. There are other sources of inspiration for deepening your femininity in Prim's stories, darling, so pay attention to them. If a story makes you feel particularly sissy and girly, try and see what it is that causes this effect in your nature and your feelings. Then try and replicate it for yourself in real life. And I've got some of mother's panties here as well," giggled Jayne, holding up the rather large pairs of rayon full cut panties in pastel colours, "as well as my own which are, shall we say, a bit more cool." Jayne take me out of here... please. I don't want these women to see me in my little pinkie romper... pleeeease!"

It was a pleasure to read your letter, not least because it fills in more of the picture of Sissy Katrin and her total emasculation. I know from other women/mistresses how degrading it is for their sissy to have to work on the process of revealing more details of their own sissyness, as in Katrin's case of translating your letter to send to me. Seeing at first hand what revelations are being made to so many sissies and their mistresses. She is sort of betraying herself, I suppose. His words disappeared as his second foot swung into the air. This time he bounced lower with no way of supporting himself. Eleanor and Trinny knew what to do to and soon his knee and leg were held out to the side. His romper pants were spread wide with his smaller white crotch buttons displayed between his legs.

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Two holidays ago, my mother started giving me gifts I would actually wear: a pin-striped blazer, a men’s wallet, and even a skinny tie. Gone were the multicolored miniskirts of yore. After the festivities wound down, I asked her what prompted the change. This is Angelina... from Yesterday's Man. As you will know, YM as it's known to us is one of the most influential, up-and-coming organisations catering for women like us. I just love that motto: 'Give us a husband, we'll give you an effeminate panty-rag'. She has very kindly agreed to demonstrate one of their training items for us today, and she's going to use my pathetic husband as her babified sissy. They all made themselves comfortable around him. "We can see whose baby he is, can't we?" giggled Eleanor, "with Mother-in-Law's panties and dress, and Mummy's panties too." Oh yes, do!" cried Eleanor, clipping the second arm cushion onto the transverse bar that hung gently on its elastic cords beneath the top of the frame. "Bring him down and we'll all help to fasten him into it."

And look at his hair," giggled Eleanor. "All those lovely blond curls, like little Shirley Temple."this darling tutu skirt it's double layers and ruffles and ribbon and a gleaming hot pink waist and hip section, and it was 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. Wonderful," said Angelina, "but where did you get such a great dress for husband dressing? It looks like it'll fall just short of covering his panties, or in his case, the crotch buttons of his romper." Angelina Frayne was 48 and a bouffant blonde, one of those women whose copious bust and low stature give the impression of a bundle of energy in female form. She sat forward on the edge of her armchair, angled towards Eleanor and Trinny on their settee. Her husband was trying to use the door as well, clasping it in two mittens of pink satin. "No, Jayne, stoppit!" he was shouting. "Don't take me in there. Don't show me to anyone like this!" Even though he was frantic, his voice was soft, but his hold kept slipping as he was pushed and pulled until he was through the door.

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. And don't forget to laugh at him yourself. He'll hate that," said Angelina. "If he loves you and values your esteem, you can really make him suffer by withdrawing any esteem you may once have given him, replacing it with scorn and contempt, and a good laugh at the helpless sissy. He is impotent, after all!" Would you like to follow Marie-Christine, darling, into the Women's World of Work? Of course you have to dress the part from the skin outwards, and generally fit in with the way women are: feminine and elegant. 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.

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Thank you very much for the reply. I am delighted to read that you are thinking about on further humiliating my fairy princess and adding her photos to the new Alice Room in your next issue. Public exposure is what every sissy needs and so does mine. I am really looking forward to that. It was in pink plastic with a saucer six inches across, a large plastic ring in front and a teat that was narrow on the shaft and widened into a mouth filling bulb. The wailing turned to a stubborn hum as Jayne held it in front of lips that were tightly shut. A slap on the cheek took his misery up a notch, followed by another three slaps until he opened his mouth. 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." When I'd done that I went down and said I'm sorry. She was not happy - not cross with me - I think she wanted me to have a girlfriend, start a family, and maybe me wearing her clothes showed her that having a girlfriend was out of the question. But later when I put in a shame-faced appearance in the front room, she said she didn't mind me putting on her clothes - as long as I didn't spoil anything or get them creased, and if I did I would have to wash and iron them, or pay for cleaning. As a result I used to wear her clothes often, usually when she was out but sometimes when she was in, which made it exciting.