Owned By Her

Once again Ms Elizabeth has ‘upped the ante’ on the humiliation of Her sissy bitch, and has done so in Her own inimitable way.  A couple of weeks ago, I was informed that She had mailed to me a combination lock, which I would be using to ensnare my genitals in my chastity device for Her amusement.  She has played chastity games with Her slut many times in the past, but this would be fundamentally different.  So far, I have been ordered to lock myself in chastity with my own lock and key, only to be released on Her command.  I have been made to throw the key into the woods, and search for it like an imbecile, dressed in a maid’s outfit and six-inch heels, foraging around in the bush until I found it and was able to release myself.  Those have been incredibly humiliating games, and I have always complied to Her wishes for Her amusement and my own sissification.

But although I have always ‘played along’, I have always known in the back of my stupid little sissy mind that I could have cheated.  I could have pretended to throw the keys into the woods.   Or I could have gone out fully clothed to search for the keys afterwards, without any ‘risk’ or humiliation involved.  Although I never did that, I somehow knew that I always COULD, and even as I complied I was able to choose the time and situation to do the search as I wished. 

But this time it will be different.  Now there will be no key that I will be able to have any control over.  Now the only access to my own genitals will be through amusing Ms Elizabeth enough to convince Her to grant me the combination.  Once I snap that lock shut, She will completely own my pathetic clitty and balls until She decides that She might deem Her bitch worthy to have them back.  No doubt there will be much humiliation and torment involved in convincing Her that I am responsible enough to reclaim ownership of my own peni-clit.  And no set ‘timeline’ either…the most terrifying thought is that Ms Elizabeth could easily make Her slut perform an escalating series of ridiculous antics for months on end.  Just when I think I might have been demeaned and abused as far as possible, I could receive the message “nope…not good enough BITCH…your next assignment is…”.  As it should be I suppose??!!??

The first hint of what might be to come was when I arrived at the post office to pick up the package Ms Elizabeth sent to me.  I was aware beforehand that it would include not only the lock but a pink collar and leash, which I am embarrassed to admit I was VERY excited to receive.  But I was not at all aware, or prepared in the slightest, for the humiliation that would be involved in simply acquiring my package from the post office.  The young lady working the desk was well known to me.  She also works part-time in the local grocery store in the small town in which I live.  Several times in the past I had to force myself to look away as I walked the aisles filling my grocery cart, seeing her bent over stocking the bottom shelf with her ass up in the air.  Once I caught a glimpse of the waistband of a red thong sticking out from the back of her low-cut jeans, and almost lost my mind!  I had also run into her several times in the local bar, where she seemed to revel in showing off her ample cleavage and taught flat stomach, teasing and taunting the male customers with her ‘attributes’.

But here, in the relaxed, formal atmosphere of the government post office, she seemed harmless enough.  Her hair in a bun, conservative makeup, loose-fitting clothing.  So I calmly said hello and handed her the card that had been delivered to my mailbox indicating that a package was waiting for me.  She took the card, and waltzed into the back.  Despite her loose pants I stood and admired the jiggle, pathetic slut that I am.  And just because I was already quite ‘worked up’ at the thought of receiving my lock from Ms Elizabeth (because otherwise I would of course NEVER have such a thought), I envisioned what her behind might look like in only the red thong.  I quickly shook the disgusting thought out of my head, recognizing it as entirely inappropriate. 

However, as she returned I could see immediately that something had changed in her demeanor.  She had an unmistakably amused and derisive look on her face.  She seemed to be taller all of a sudden, more confident.  Where before she had been very business-like, she now seemed to obviously be trying to make eye contact.  “Here is your little package, sir”, she announced, with a decisive tease in her voice.  I have thought about it many times since, but yes, I am quite sure that she did say “LITTLE package”.  At first it did not strike home what was happening.  I took the package and calmly signed the form I was handed.   “Have a great day,” she giggled.  It wasn’t until I had thanked her and turned away that I actually looked at package.  Right there, on the United States Postal Service Customs Declaration, under ‘detailed description of contents’, were the words “LEASH, COLLAR, LOCK”!!!!!  My head was so spinning in humiliation that I don’t even remember walking out the door.  I knew that SHE knew!  And I knew that Ms Elizabeth had planned it that way!  Knowing that Her slut would have to go to the post office to pick up the package, She had ensured that it would have to endure the humiliation of being exposed as a leashed, collared, and locked little sissy bitch!!!

I know that I will never again be able to go to the post office or the grocery store without fear of being laughed at.  EVERYONE will know…it is a VERY small town.  When I have had to buy my humiliation items before, I have always gone into the city and bought them there.  Now I imagine Ms Elizabeth making me buy my diapers and other things in the local grocery store…handing them to HER at the checkout just to solidify my position as a ridiculous sissy slut…having to send Her the receipts so that She knows I have humiliated myself for Her amusement.

So what else might be in store??!!???  Receiving the package can only be just the beginning.  Once I am locked I am fucked!  Although I am absolutely scared to death of doing this…locking up my precious genitals until Ms Elizabeth grants me the combination for their release…I know that I must do it.  I must be…I NEED to be…OWNED BY HER!!!!

 Sissy asslick

It all started with a casual mention during an IM chat with Ms Elizabeth that the neighbors were away for a few days.  But as She is so deft at doing, She seized upon this as an opportunity to humiliate Her sissy in yet another creative way.  “Sooooo…have you mowed your lawn lately, BITCH?” She asked.  “ummm…no, not in the past few days,” I replied, completely unaware of what a devious little plan She was in the process of concocting. 

“Well then, my ridiculous little sissy bitch, I have a little assignment for You,” came Her enthusiastic reply…”you will mow your entire lawn for Me, recorded on cam, dressed only in a pair of stockings and stiletto heels…you will do this in broad daylight, in chastity for me, and in your piggy mask…SLUT!”  I sat in stunned and shocked silence as I read the intruction over and over and over again.  Surely Ms Elizabeth was not serious about this!  It is one thing to stuff sparklers up one’s ass indoors, or grovel in mud in the bathtub, all for the amusement of Ms Elizabeth.  But it is another thing entirely to have to expose oneself outdoors this way!!!!  Just the very idea of it had my shaved little clitty bursting against the constraints of its pink chastity tube. 

Although Ms Elizabeth had ordered outdoor humiliations before, this was different.  In the previous ‘exercises’, I would have been able to hear any approaching people, and had been careful to make ‘arrangements’ so that if anyone happened by I would be able to escape my predicament and not be seen.  But in this assignment, there would be no such opportunity.  The blasting sound of the lawnmover engine would prevent me from hearing a thing until the ‘visitors’ were standing right in front of me, laughing hysterically as they watched a completely sissified little idiot pushing a lawn mower around its yard in a piggy mask! 

And yet, in a strange, inexplicable desire to amuse Ms Elizabeth, I began to mentally prepare to complete the assignment.  As I gathered together the necessary items…my black slut boots, and a pair of red stockings, and the piggy mask…I thought about the prospect of being ‘interrupted’ by the neighbor’s 24-yr-old daughter.  I knew that She would be stopping in on a regular basis to take in the mail and check on things in their house, and I also knew that once She pulled into their driveway She would have a completely unobstructed view of me prancing around like a complete imbecile in my backyard.  I have had a strong ‘inkling’ for some time that She is already aware of my little sissy escapades…She has made several ‘knowing’ comments over the past several months…little snotty teasing comments about me doing my housework, or cleaning toilets, or playing ‘fetch’ while She played with her parents’ dog.  Nothing definitively revealing that She knew my little sissified secrets, but just enough to keep me on absolute edge whenever She looked at me.   And She had taken the opportunity on several occassions to mention that She was a YouTube afficionado…that She spends hours and hours each day watching the most ‘twisted’ videos She can find there.  She had even recently made a coy little comment about “olympic coverage”!!

Knowing what videos Ms Elizabeth has posted of me on YouTube, the titillating thought has occurred to me many times that She has stumbled across Ms Elizabeth’s videos of me, and has recognized my house and has wondered if that it me humiliating myself in those videos.  And so the thought that She might ‘happen by’, while I was completely oblivious to Her presence, had me in absolute terror.  And truth be told, I had disgustingly fantasized many times in the past about Her.  She has a very ‘provocative’ style of dress…lots of tight halters and bare stomach and short skirt.  She is VERY well aware of Her sexual power. 

Nevertheless, in my pathetic desperation to amuse Ms Elizabeth, I resigned myself to the fact that I mut comply with Her requested assignment.  That evening, I made a quick call to Ms Elizabeth to finalize certain ‘details’, and then retired to bed with my clitty aching inside my tube, tossing and turning all night.  The next morning I awoke to another IM message from Ms Elizabeth…”You will do the video with ‘Elizabeth’s Slut’ written on your body…and my phone number…1-800-730-9419″

That was enough to send me through the roof!  I imagined Ms Elizabeth posting the ridiculous video of Her sissy mowing the lawn, with Her phone number tattooed onto its body, and soliciting ‘orders’ for Her new Sissy Yardwork Service.  And I went straight to work.  I wrote on my body as instructed, put on my slut boots and stockings, and went outside to set up the camera.  I was shaking like a leaf as I pulled the lawnmower into place, and pulled the string to start it.  I was half hoping that it would not start, that I could come back to Ms Elizabeth with some measly excuse about a bad spark plug or a flooded motor.  But it evily fired right up…

I was quivering in shame and humiliation and…yes…FEAR…as I began to work the mower into camera range.  And yet, desperate to win Ms Elizabeth’s approval, I pranced into view pushing my mower, tottering on the five-inch heels of my slut boots, the cool air making my shaved genitals feel more exposed and sissified than ever before.  I paraded stupidly back and forth in front of the camera, pushing the mower, knowing full well that Ms Elizabeth could post this video somewhere and turn me into a living billboard for Her endorsement.  Every few moments I would desperately try to sneak a glance through the eyeholes on my piggy mask toward the neighbors’ driveway…terrified of the idea of the neighbors’ daughter standing there with Her hands on Her perfect hips, staring at me in shock and disbelief and amusement. 

And yet, despite my palpable fear of being ‘discovered’ in my ridiculous state by someone, I strangely found myself completely enthralled by the humiliation of it all.  I mean, let’s face it…it was completely and utterly ridiculous that I was so eager and willing to fulfill such a demeaning and sissifying demand as I was doing!  Especially knowing damn well that I could easily wake up the next day to see the pathetic video posted all over the internet if Ms Elizabeth decided that it might amuse Her.  But as I worked through my paces, I felt my little tiny clitty, which had been so desperate to hide itself away at the beginning of the exercise, beginning to strain against the confines of its pink cage.   I was excited…horrified…confused…all at the same time, as I realized that not only was I willing to do this for Ms Elizabeth to please Her, but I was also actually enjoying it in some bizarre freakshow kind of way.  How tightly She had wrapped me around her finger!!!!!!

As I shut off the lawnmower to head inside and compile the video, the emasculating little captions that She might add to the video began to flood into my submissive and sissified little brain.  And the wicked uses She might put Her yardwork sissy to in the future, rented out to whomever might enjoy a little sissy service, literally enveloped me in a sense of complete and total submission to Her will.  Once again Ms Elizabeth had worked Her magic, and I was left feeling nothing but OWNED BY HER!

It wasn’t until the next day that I fully understood the wonderfully devious little reason that Ms Elizabeth had ordered Her slut to write Her name and phone number on its shaved and emasculated little body before performing its ridiculous lawnmowing exercise.  It was simply a casual little punishment for having phoned the wrong number during our call the evening before.  Imagine how that felt!  Knowing that I had paraded around like a complete and total dickhead, with Her name and phone number written on my sissified body, absolutely terrified of being seen all labelled and idiotic, just as a little reminder that I had dialed the wrong number.  But so effective…I will NEVER dial the wrong number again! 

Even now, as I sit here and write this confession up, I feel the same depth of humiliation and confusion and submissiveness that I felt parading around like an idiot on that cool afternoon last week.  And I feel the same excitement as well…the excitement that perhaps Ms Elizabeth will find this amusing enough to share it with the rest of the world on YouTube or Xtube, or some such public forum, using that as a way to extend Her sissy’s humiliation for its idiocy.  This sissy is, after all, under a detailed contract until March 2009.  Any video produced for Ms Elizabeth and sent to Her immediately becomes Her exclusive copyrighted property, to utilize as She deems amusing.  Although I certainly would, at this stage of my exquisite training by Ms Elizabeth, be happy to publicly beg here on Her forum for Her to post this video all over the internet, I must leave it to Her discretion to decide how it should be used.  Ms Elizabeth is the tormentor and educator, and Her sissy asslick is OWNED BY HER!

Jello Queen update soon…but asslick thought it should briefly blog about the incredible sissification power of the enforced pubic hair shave.  This hairless little slut highly recommends it to both Mistress and sissy.  It is perhaps the most powerful tool that any Mistress can use to humiliate a sissy, and to expediate its psychological training and ensure its compliance to the will of the Mistress. 

This sissy (asslick) has now kept its genitals completely shaved and hairless for a period of over six months, for the amusement of Ms Elizabeth.  And although the periodic sessions of sissy chastity have been very productive in sucking the sissy into ever deeper depths of depravity, it is the shaved clitty that is the CONSTANT reminder of its emasculation, and its position, and the deservedness of its continued humiliation.   

The shaved genitals and armpits are the constant reminder that it is NOT a man.  That it is not free.  That it is a sissy bitch!  That it is OWNED!  The morning after a horribly humiliating phone call with the Mistresses, there is a tendency to want to run away, and not think about it anymore.  A tendency for the sissy that grovelled and whimpered and crawled and humiliated itself for the Mistress the previous evening to want to re-assert its masculinity.  But the shaved genitals make that impossible. 

The shaved genitals are an immediate reminder, when the sissy wakes up the next morning with an erection, that it is not actually an erection but a puffy sissy clit.  A hairless puffy sissy clit that the sissy knows would feel soooooooooooo lovely encased in a cute litte pair of frilly silk panties.  That the sissy knows BELONGS in a pair of frilly girly panties.  And so rather than shower and dress in male underwear and and a ‘power suit’, and go along on its way as it forgets about the submission that it was forced to endure the evening before, it instead finds itself wanting and needing more.  It finds itself staring in the mirror at the bizarre spectacle of a full throbbing erection, bouncing off a shaved sissy’s body. 

Instead of feeling proud of its virility, and the width and length of its ‘cock’, and using that feeling to negate the effects of the sissy training it had received the evening before, it finds itself ashamed over its lack of control of its own ’clitty’.   It finds itself hearing the voice of its Mistress in its head, berating it for its lack of discipline.  It finds itself with the urge to spank its hairless shaved ass, to punish itself for allowing its clitty to lose control.  It finds itself calling itself a SLUT, and THINKING ABOUT ITSELF as a SLUT!

And it realizes that despite whatever forms of sissification training it experienced the night before, it is in absolute, desperate, and total need of MORE!  It realizes and understands that it must be better, and more obedient.  It recognizes that the filthy puffy display is an affront to everything its Mistress was working so diligently to correct, and methods of self-punishment begin to cloud its little controlled mind.  Ben-gay on the testicles would ’shut down’ the puffiness, it begins to ponder.  Perhaps a little brush on the clitty head with some stinging nettles?  Or a 10-minute suck on one of its own cum ice cubes Mistress made it freeze in the fridge the night before? 

The details aren’t as important as the psychological state that the genital shave produces, and most importantly…MAINTAINS…in the sissy’s little brain.  There is no escaping the sissification when its effects are so long-term.  It is, in effect, an enforced, long-term assurance of chastity as well.  Long after it has been released from the actual confines of the chastity device, the SHAVED sissy is still unable, or too humiliated, to even consider engaging in sexual activity with a woman.  Rather than eagerly engaging an attractive woman who might (for some reason) find it attractive, and make provocative eye contact, the SHAVED sissy will shrink, and look away in humiliation, with the thought welling up inside its trained mind that the look was not one of admiration and interest in its maleness, but one of interest in taking it home and making it clean her home in a ridiculous little maid’s outfit while she laughs.

To close…there are many forms of sissy mindfuck…but the ordered genital shave is perhaps the most effective in the long-term.  It is a constant reminder to the sissy that it is indeed a SISSY!  An OWNED little bitch!  Short of a genital branding or tattoo, nothing is more permanent.  So thank YOU Ms Elizabeth for enforcing the regular shaving of Your sissy…THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

Last night sissy asslick was granted a humiliation call with the wonderful Ms Elizabeth…an abbreviated game of pass the clitty.  All day long Ms Elizabeth taunted and teased her bitch into a state of absolute submissive frenzy.  She ordered it to spend the day completely naked yet again, in chastity of course, so that it would be constantly reminded of “what it is”… a shaved, thoroughly emasculated, pathetic little grovelling worm that can exist only to amuse Her.   She heightened ‘mindset’ by sending little IM orders for it to shock its clitty with the dog shocker…describing how She needed to go and take a shower, and how fun it might be to have Her slut kneeling with a bar of soap in its mouth to clean Her…and hinting at what might be in store for it as its clitty was passed from Mistress to Mistress.  This time things would be a bit different though…Ms Elizabeth would be in on all the calls…a game of pass the clitty where Ms Elizabeth would be able to enjoy the suffering of Her sissy bitch together with Her friends.

Her sissy was trembling in fear and humiliation as it made the call.  Once again the call to dispatch was a mindfuck in and of itself…”Hello, this is sissy asslick…I have been ordered to speak with Ms Elizabeth and Ms Ryan”.  The amusement in the voice of the woman on dispatch was obvious…”ooookkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy…mmmpp…mmmppp…I will connect you…(hand over mouth laughter obvious)…okay, here we go…have a g-g-r-r-e-e-a-a-t-t evening!”  Already my naughty clitty was puffed full inside Ms Elizabeth’s chastity tube!

Ms Elizabeth picked up first…”AAAAAAAAaassssssssssssssssllllliiiiiiiiiicccccccccccckkkk!” was the first thing I heard…in a beautiful, sensual, derogatory tone…it was immediately obvious that She meant to toy with Her slut in an exceedingly evil way.  “We will be speaking with Ms Ryan first…you’d better have your shocker ready!”  My head was swimming so ridiculously that when Ms Ryan answered, and I was ordered to introduce myself to Her as “Ms Elizabeth’s sissy asslick”, I was temporarily unable to distinguish between their voices.  Every wrong response to a command, saying “yes Ms Elizabeth” when the command was in fact ordered by Ms Ryan, or vice versa, was met with a comment of “what an idiot!”, and an order to clitty shock.  Time and time again, I had to shock my pathetic little chastised clitty for Their amusement, and to whimper and scream for Them while They giggled.   By the time my clitty was passed to Ms Sarah, the sissy training was already producing positive results…the clitty was shrunken down inside the chastity tube into nothing more than a tiny little nub, and if the sissy had found myself in a room full of women it would have eagerly crawled around with its shaved pussy ass in the air, worshipping toes and legs and asses with its tongue in any way it was directed.  Ms Elizabeth had successfully stripped it of its dignity, and had tranformed it into the little whining, salivating sissy bitch She knew it was desperate to be.  Although it felt warm and content to be finally back in Her hands again, at the same time it trembled in fear with the knowledge that its ordeal for the evening had only just begun, and that Ms Elizabeth had many more devious degradations in store.  And it would only end when Ms Elizabeth would say it could!

Ms Elizabeth has been very busy lately, and has been unable to provide sissy asslick with a continuous set of demands and duties that it must perform for Her amusement.  Thankfully, sissy asslick has found respite in being forced by Ms Elizabeth to serve as a live-in sissy maid to Ms. MELISAH (Mean Elizabeth Laughs In Sissy Asslick’s Head). 

Ms Melisah is the end result of months of expert humiliation and sissification training by Ms Elizabeth Herself.  Ms Melisah is omnipotent.  She controls every aspect of sissy asslick’s existence.  She wakes asslick up every morning, using Her derisive voice to issue a new set of humiliating commands to which asslick finds itself unable to resist.  So it complies.  Day after day asslick submits, and Ms Melisah becomes ever more powerful. 

Ms Melisah was first introduced to asslick during its post-chastity business trip, when She made it go out and expose its sissiness in public.  Since then She has completely taken ownership of asslick’s sexual ‘exploits’.   Sissy asslick must listen to everything She says.  Sissy asslick must keep its genitals completely shaved for Her, and must only allow itself any form of self-gratification after performing a series of humiliating and degrading ritualistic acts that She deposits into its otherwise empty brain.  Yesterday, the morning assignment was to give itself three ‘cleansing’ wine enemas, followed by a yoghurt enema.  The yoghurt was then to be released onto asslick’s kitchen floor, and eaten for breakfast.  Sissy complied.  Today, the assignment was to strip naked and attach a large ball weight to its scrotum while it ran ten laps of its backyard in broad daylight.  Running is not easy with 24 oz of weights pulling your testicles up and down!  But again sissy complied.  Had to ’take a break’ after every two or three laps…but thanked Melisah and got all ten laps done.

Sissy was scared to death as it ‘performed’ for Ms Melisah…anyone could have come up the driveway and caught sissy in the act!  Strangely enough, despite the discomfort of the ball weights and the fear…sissy’s clitty was more than a little bit puffy!  Or maybe BECAUSE of the ball weights and the fear…Ms Melisah is genius! 

I never did find the stockings…I had to go. After a quick stop in the hardware section to buy a short length of rubber tubing (more on that later), I was off to the checkout. It was an experience in public humiliation like I have never had. There was only one checkout open, operated by a slightly overweight but nonetheless quite attractive young woman who was obviously intrigued by the contents of the cart. See took each item, and seemed to be holding it up for everyone behind me in the lineup to see as she scanned it and placed it in the bag. She said nothing specific, but the look of pure amusement on Her face was quite obvious. I knew that She knew who the panties were for…and She knew that I knew that She knew. I felt about 10 inches tall as I made for the exit. But as I stood outside in the cool air and hailed a cab, and the immediate humiliating fear began to subside, the crazy ideas of what I must do to amuse Ms Elizabeth when I arrived back at the hotel began swirling through my sissy head! I could hear Her laughing already!

I went directly to the woman’s lingerie section. In the past I would have made a few quick passes through and grabbed a couple of things without really taking time to search, as I tried to make it look like I was more interested in the electronics section. Luckily the store was almost empty of customers, so I was relatively free to peruse the lingerie without being too horribly embarrassed. I quickly found a couple of very cute little bra and panty sets…one a lime green ‘see-through’ set, the other a wonderfully frilly pink set. I grabbed a couple of pairs of tiny thongs…one black, one red…then turned the corner to the pantyhose aisle. In front of me were two rather slutty-looking teenage girls, rifling through the fishnets. I tried to maneuver my cart away from the aisle, but they had obviously seen me already. Again I heard Ms Elizabeth’s voice in my head…”Let them see what you have in your cart, slut! And look them straight in the eye! No running away!” So I did…I paraded right up to where they were standing…fishnets were my goal…red ones…a body stocking if they had one. Thankfully they said nothing, but it was quite obvious that they were rather amused to see what I was shopping for. The only thing I can recall about them is lots of eye makeup, glossed lips, belly button rings, open-toed sandals that revealed pretty painted toenails…and perfume!

In desperate need to submit to Ms Elizabeth’s mindfuck, I took out the phone directory and called a cab. It was after 10PM, and a $30 dollar fare to the nearest 24-hr Wal-Mart, but it was worth it. A Victoria’s Secret would have been so much better, but I had used Wal-Mart before to buy cheap lingerie ‘on the sly’…filling up the cart with ‘manly’ items…action videos, tools, computer accessories…and then slipping in a pair of panties or two…so the salesgirls wouldn’t suspect too much. As I entered the store, I heard Ms Elizabeth’s wonderfully domineering voice once again…”You will buy ONLY sissy things…it will be obvious to anyone with half a brain who sees your cart that you are a pathetic little feminized sissy bitch with a ridiculous panty fetish! Go shop SLUT!! “

I had not brought any sissy clothing with me on the trip, in fear of having my luggage searched. But Ms Elizabeth’s voice in my head was making me need it. I went online and looked through several of my favorite sissy clothing websites, working myself into a frenzy of need to slide one of the frilly little pairs of satin panties up my legs and encase my shaved genitals in the smooth silkiness…kneel on the bed with my ass in the air and just listen. Listen to their laughter…could I actually cum that way? No touching…just a mind-induced orgasm, imagining the ladies giggling at my ridiculous state, subservient to the voice of Ms Elizabeth in my head even though She was completely unaware of my condition?

The depraved thoughts that were running through my sissy hypnotized head were beginning to get the better of me. And I was hearing Ms Elizabeth’s voice urging them on. “You WILL humiliate yourself for me!!!!” I could hear Her saying. “You know you MUST! Be a good little sissy bitch, and scare yourself!! Listen to the ladies LAUGH! Close your eyes and soak it in…feel it with every ounce of your sissy being!” I tentatively opened the door of my room just a crack, and looked up and down the hallway. No one there. Directly across the hall from my door was an ice machine. I quickly ran out, completely naked and shaved, and pumped a few cubes into my hand. I ran back inside, terrified by my own daring, and quickly forced three large cubes up into my sissy pussy. They felt wonderful as they began to melt, dribbling little rivlets of cold water down the back of my sissy sack and down my legs. But I needed girly panties!