A look at the inner workings of Our girls
Poetry reveals the true feelings that are so difficult for a sissy to convey. An outlet they become… and meant to be shared.
As typical with House protocol, your submission is not only welcomed, but expected.
Servitude is important for sissy It has to constantly be on h.er mind, keeping h.er busy Whether or not sissy’s
Do you sneak around in your wife's panties? A Sissify christmas carol!
A sissy faggot slut I am through and through A sissy faggot who is told exactly what to do A
I am so happy to be A little sissy she Its so nice to be a girl To wear those
Approaching with her whip she said In a voice so soft, lie across the bed. Stretch wide your legs, on
Bright white-worn moon Full gleaming eye of night Looks down on diaphanous cream Frothed sea-foam lace, billowing Smooth caressing, draped,
The deep pools of your eyes tenderly invite me in In this tenderness lies your true authority It strips away
I would tell you about the things They put me through The pain I've been subjected to But the Lord
I met her in a club down in old Soho where they drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry
She's dressed in black again And I'm falling down again Down to the floor again I'm begging for more again
In the glass lit by candle flame flutters the moth drawn irresistibly not long to live ephemeral beautiful dark and
let me tell you something sweetie I like you much better this way really I do you are so much
In seeking paths of torture yet in love freely given, i have wandered toward demesnes dark. To the Lady i
lipsticked lips disclose when words and deeds are restrained love whispers softly by yvette
I've spent my first week as a member, perusing page after sissify page. it all sent my heart quickly racing,
Pausing in her efforts, Her Grace approaches holding her dreaded whip. For a moment, she runs her hand Over my
[vc_row][vc_column] Sleep comes and the dream returns. I stand before Her Grace Wrapped only in my skin And beg to
[vc_row][vc_column] When sleep comes The dream returns. My Sovereign approaches And finding me in slumber, She awakens me gently. "Follow
Condemnation Tried Here on the stand With the book in my hand And truth on my side Accusations Lies Hand
Would she see the humor in this moment? Would she laugh?
Burning burning Through my soul My words have been twisted And taken as something else Throwing my mind and heart