Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Pre-2011 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: BetBots on February 11, 2006, 08:46:48 PM
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Loose Lips, Part 1 (by Prissykins)Loose Lips, Part 1 (by Prissykins)
Username: member, Oct/24/2005 22:47:04 [-04]
"A sissy baby should ALWAYS be kept in frilly babydresses, isn't that
right princess ******kins?"
Paul watched excitedly as the latest IM appeared on his screen. He eagerly
typed his reply, feeling his stiffy pushing against his
underwear as he did so.
"Oh yes Mommy, sissy babies need to be reminded that Mommy decides what
they wear, and the best way to do that is to keep them
in the frilliest most babyish dresses Mommy can find." Paul pressed the
send key. His pulse was racing. He was desperate to please
Mommy, yet hot-cheeked by what he had just typed.
"The frilliest and most babyish? Oh my goodness!!! Are you SURE
piggyprincess?" Paul could feel his face become even more flushed
and his ***** even harder as he read Mommy's IM. Her silly baby names for
him always increased his arousal. His groin buzzed like a
bees' nest and he greedily wanted even more. He had reached that feverish
mode where his trembling fingers seem to fly over the
keys by themselves.
"Oh yes Mommy!!!!!!! A sissy baby's dresses can never be too babyish or
too frilly! A sissy baby's dresses, and every single thing he
wears should be the MOST EXTREME, EXAGGERATED AND OUTRAGEOUS THAT MOMMY
CAN FIND!!!!!!" As his finger jabbed the
exlclaimation point key, his whole body shuddered and the hot cream
started to spurt into his underwear, soaking right through to his
jeans. He didn't even notice as he surrendered to the intense pleasure.
When he finally focused his eyes back on the screen Mommy's
answers were waiting him, prefaced by a laugh-out-loud smiley face.
"LOL!"
"Tsk tsk tsk. Mommy's silly sissykins made a big messy in her panties,
didn't she?"
Paul blushed as he focused on the second IM. She knew! Mommy always knew!!
Before he could even type a response, a new message
appeared.
"What a messy messy little piggykins you are. Tsk tsk tsk. And what do
messy little piggy babies need? Hmmmmm?"
Paul knew, because Mommy had been drumming it into his head and he
dutifully typed it. "diapers Mommy."
"That's right precious. Diapers. Nice, soft, thick snug di-dis. And it
looks like a certain little miss poo***kins is going to need them
24/7 doesn't it? Doesn't it silly baby soppy-buns?
Paul felt the wetness spreading inside his hot sticky underwear. Mommy was
right as usual. Look at him! Soaked with sissy cream.
"yes Mommy! always and always!" His shaky finger pressed the send key. All
that mattered was Mommy's approval.
"That's Mommy's prissy piggy pageant princess."
Paul had always enjoyed exchanging sexually arousing IMs with women. In
fact, he prided himself on his ability to discern exactly
what "pushed a woman's buttons" and feed into it, which often resulted in
very hot exchanges. He knew he was probably getting a few
men off, but he didn't really care. They were offset by the ones that had
resulted even hotter phone exchanges with obvoiusly real
women. Paul told himself it didn't matter what the subject was - straight
sex, oral sex, bondage, foot worship, S&M -- he could steer
things is just the right direction. Paul had to admit that some of the
subjects made him more excited than others -- generally when
he was taking more of a submissive role -- but regardless of that, he was
very proud of his abilities, and always felt like he was the
one "in control."
At least until he met Janice. Their exchanges had started off very tame at
first. She was a couple of years older than him, lived one
state over, and her profile said she enjoyed exclusive relationships with
men who "weren't afraid to be loved." Paul knew that talking
about sex too soon was a big turn off for alot of women, and he took it
slow. He soon realized that Janice was a "touchy feely" type
and played into that, sending her messages that he loved to be overwhelmed
by a woman's love and affection, that he enjoyed
constant touching, frequent hugs, lots of close personal contact. Soon
they were talking freely about such things, and Janice was
telling him that he was "adorable" and "sweet." Paul started to sense an
almost maternal quality to some of Janice's messages, and he
tested the waters, telling Janice how much he enjoyed kissing and suc-king
a woman's ******s, how he could do so contentedly for
hours and hours. Sure enough, this led to lively conversations, and soon
the word "nursing" was being used freely. Paul realized he
was really enjoying himself. There was something about Janice that really
intrigued him, and they began conversing regularly online.
Janice liked to know exactly when Paul would next be available for an
on-line chat, and he realized that while she was very pleasant
and affectionate, she also like to assert herself. While she hardly came
off as the "Mistress" types Paul had chatted with previously, it
was clear that she felt very comfortable directing things. The word
maternal popped into his head again. She would scold him gently
if he was late for a scheduled chat. She would see right through his
excuses, and he would find himself apologizing profusely and
practically hemming and hawing in his IMs. Janice told him she could
hardly believe he was a grown man, that he sometimes he acted
more like an "irresponsible little boy." Janice insisted that he spell out
his schedule for her so that she could schedule their chats for
times when he would have no excuse to be late or absent. "I can see you
need alot of structure Paul dear. You're a bit scatter-brained
when left to your own devices."