Saturday, June 4, 2011
Another thing about 'panties' is the variety: bikini, boy shorts, thong, brief, French cut; silky, lacy, cotton, nylon, Lycra, satin; selections coming in a cornucopia of colours. The choice in endless. From full control to barely there. (Who can forget the scene in the film Bridget Jones' Diary when Hugh Grant reaches under Renee Zellweger's skirt to find her nylon full brief granny-panties and cries "Oh, mummmmmy!" )
And then there are the disappearing panties of laundry rooms, bedroom hampers, bathroom floors, undies drawers, and even in garbage bags left at the door of the local Goodwill. Yes, I have spoken to a one who actually stole the garbage bag left at a charity shop just so he could pilfer a pair of panties for himself. How bloody pathetic is that!!! I gave him a right telling-off. So, do I trust my undies drawer to be left unattended while the cable guy does wiring in my bedroom? Absolutely not. Would I trust any man to home-sit, pet-sit, keep his hands off my shit, while I am away on vacation? Ummmm, no! Panties are not safe when a man has a penchant for them.
Over the years, I have learned that for a many, it all begins when very young. A curious boy goes searching through his mother's or sister's lingerie drawer. What, in fact, drew him there that first time does vary, but the result is similiar - excitement staring into the forbidden drawer. He reaches in to touch, maybe takes a smell, perhaps rubs them over his face and then over his body, and then.. something even more exciting and strange happens. He gets this tingly sensation down at his thighs, his heart beat quickens, his breathing becomes erratic, his brain is on overload and thoughts are scrambled. He, almost instinctively, begins to touch his penis, and then... rather quickly, its all over, and he's staring down in amazement at the gooey mess that just ejaculated from him And so begins, the ongoing secret treks to the forbidden drawer. For some it evolves into wearing bras, stockings, etc., and a lifelong yearning for 'more'.
And here, does anyone ever wonder, why is that a curious girl doesn't go to her father's or brother's underwear drawer and pull out a pair of Y-fronts? And, why is that a curious girl doesn't grab the J C Penny catalogue and go straight to the men's underwear section? And, why is it that a curious girl doesn't go through hampers or laundry rooms searching for the Y-front or a pair of cotton plaid boxers?
I'll tell you why. Girls are sexually superior. Even the most dumb blonde is sexually superior to the male. Blame it on the cock. We all do.
Panties are a regular topic of conversation when speaking to my sissies. Some I humiliate, some I have warm feelings for--an understanding if you like. Some I just laugh at. I think it depends on what the pantie brings out in that gurl, and I am, after all, responding to the person and not the panties. As my sissy callers know, I do love to laugh and love a good tease. Two comments I received from panti-sissies the other week made me laugh. One comment was that I was a 'posh wicked bitch' and this was from a pantie sniffing, little pervert who has called me on and off for years. He brings the wicked out in me. The next comment I received was 'Beverly, I'm going to pray for you'. That was after he said I abused and exploited him. I laughed at that, as it was a first. I mean the praying comment. I took umbrage at the abuse and exploit comment because as I had said to him before, I only reflect what is already there. We have spoken for years and I was actually trying to be nice, gradually programming him to open up to his feminine side. His resentment was more aimed at himself, angry that he was weak and he wanted to hit out. I think he has said goodbye to me more than half a dozen times and each time comes back on his own volition. But this time he said he was sad and I didn't like to hear that, so maybe he's gone for good. There again, there's just as much chance that he will be back. He had many demons to deal with. I'll....... pray for him!
And then there is a gurl named robyn. A sweet gurl. In fact, a gurl trapped in a male body. She needs so much more than just a pair of panties. She wants it all, the whole shebang--to be a woman 24/7. She yearns to feel desired and wanted by a man. As she should, as a woman. She is looking to me to help her feel more confident.
Well, one could go on all day about panties, and my pantie wearing sissies.. Let's finish with some photos.
On an aside:
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