Custom Sissy Panties

I love day of the week panties, but they're very hard to find, especially in sissy sizes, but I just had to have them for my little sissy daughter, JB. We got some beautiful, custom, locking day of the week panties and they're just precious. Some of them are a little tight, so I suppose she'll just have to lay off the sweets!

 

 

A Plan for K

K arrived at La Maison in a suit, tie, and Oxfords. What a big boy. He has, however, shown himself to be a whiny little baby on many occasions. He is very needy and can't take even the lightest spanking. This is not to mention that he shops online like crazy, spending hundreds of dollars every day on things that he simply doesn't need. When he came to me and asked for help in fixing this behavior, I knew just what to do.

K admitted to a fixation on two things: women's high heels and diapers. He couldn't explain either fixation (who ever can?), but he thought I would find the information helpful in getting him under control.

He gave me his limits, which ran the basic lines of no marks, no extreme pain, and so on. He would most likely be discovering new limits in the course of play, since he has very little experience and wanted to be experimented with, and understood this. Yet he also understood that he would not like everything done to control his behavior.

We began with a detailed inquiry into his personal life. What was it like at home? How was work? How often did he have sex? What was a typical weekend? How was his access to discreet cash? Did he have a hiding place? What were his recreational habits? As he sat on the chair before me, I could see him becoming less and less comfortable as I made notes on my yellow legal pad, often with disapproving little grunts. He was given the option of withholding information that he felt was too sensitive, but not of lying. Never, ever is he to lie to me, not if he wants my help.

Once the interview was concluded, he was instructed to strip down and an invasive physical was begun. K was poked, prodded, and exposed. His member proved to be very responsive, but a chastity device brought it under quick control, or at least left him groaning uncomfortably. When he asked if it was really necessary, he was given the option of upgrading to electrical correction, which he declined with a humble, "I'll be good."

A complete dossier was compiled on K and he was instructed to report back in two weeks to find how his new life has been planned out. The chastity device was not removed. Stay tuned!

Tighter

On his knees, with his legs spread, his soft and delicate member is presented to me to do with as I please. It's so unassuming when it's small! How could it cause so much trouble?

Of course, all that is required to fix it is a little length of rope, no more than twenty-four inches or so. Folded over and tied tightly, there is little he can do with it now.

As I bend down to test his bonds, he groans softly. The sight of my ample bosom is causing the little length of rope to grow tigher. His distress inspires me to give him a playful tug.

"Does that hurt?"

He can't answer. He only rolls his head back and bites his lip.

All saccharine sweetness I trace his ear with my finger as I purr again, "Does that hurt, little boy?"

"Yes, Miss!"

I trail my nails down his chest and find his delicate nipples. A slow twist and again he moans, craving my touch, yet fearful of the pain it will bring. He has not released in a month and is desperate for something, anything, and I know all his peccadilloes and passions.

I draw a stockinged foot across his neck and he eagerly inhales my perfume. I allow him to kiss one pedicured toe before I again grind a heel into his sensitive nipple. His hope for release swells and ebbs, swells and ebbs. Is there truly hope for him?

It depends only on my whim.