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2016 Year Of The Sissy - 1 To 3 Jan free porn video
I can't remember exactly when I first saw Barbara. It was during one of
my early morning runs. She later told me that she'd been running behind
me for a kilometer or two before I noticed her. All I remember was that I
had that mix of thrills and nerves wondering if the woman running behind
me had guessed that the leggings I was wearing were women's leggings.
I do remember that over the next few weeks our paths crossed a number of
times, so much so that I started recognizing her and we'd exchange small
talk as we passed (typical British stuff, about the weather mainly). I
loved the clothing she wore, lycra leggings and short t-shirts, and wow,
she was very pretty.
I started looking forward to my runs, hoping that I'd meet her and to try
accommodate that I made sure to keep to a rigid routine in the hopes that
we'd cross paths. And it seemed to work. She seemed friendly enough and
due to the lack of negative reaction from her I started getting more
adventurous with what I wore. I'd run with slightly padded bras, wet look
leggings and occasionally I'd even wear women's running tops.
We'd started running together for a while and chatting and we were
chatting about races we'd planned to enter. It turned out that we'd both
entered the same race. We agreed to run together, and it was then that
she shocked me. Out of the blue she said, "You like wearing women's
running clothing don't you?"
Sensing my shock and hesitation she rushed to assure me that she was not
judging me, and I should not feel embarrassed. I hesitantly admitted that
I did. She asked me more about it and we chatted about it some more as we
ran, she had lots of questions and as she was so accepting I was honest
with my replies. In fact it was the highlight of my week, I'd always
dreamt of being able to talk to a woman so openly.
The next time I met her she told me how she'd thought of an idea that
would benefit us both. She explained how she was running the marathon to
raise money for a breast cancer charity. She would be running in a
princess costume that a running friend had made. It was basically just a
leotard and leggings with extra fills and skirting sewn on. She asked if
I wanted to help her raise money and wear a princess outfit at the same
time. Did I?! Shit yes! And yet, despite the fact that I so dearly wanted
to do so I paused and didn't answer.
She laughed. "Good it's done then. I'll get my friend to make you a
costume. You need to create a justgiving page and start raising money.
Deal?"
My heart was racing as we left and I thought ahead to what I'd got
involved in.
Before the race I went to her house to try the costume on. She had hers
on when I arrived and shit, did she look sexy. She left me alone in a
spare room and told me to try my costume on. I was of course wearing
panties under my clothes. I stripped down to my panties and then picked
up the leggings. They were wet look, shiny pink lycra. I held them
against my nose to smell them and was rewarded with that amazing,
distinct but difficult to describe smell of new lycra. I put them on.
They slid up my legs. I looked at myself in the mirror, ran my hands over
the smooth material that clung to my body. And then I put the leotard on.
Made from the same material it had It was basically a bodysuit, the
bottom half a pair of briefs, elasticated at the waist and then above
that was a frilly top that looked a lot like a princesses top with puff
sleeves and loads of frills. Finally there was a skirt that went all over
it. It had stiff crinoline material under the lycra outer layer ensuring
that the skirt was held out from my body and bounced as I moved.
Fuck I loved it. My face was bright red as I left the room to find
Barbara waiting for me. She made some adjustments and then took some
photos of me and sent them to me on my phone. We discussed it and I
agreed that I needed a padded bra of some sort to fill out the top. She
also showed me two cheap costume shop wigs that she'd bought, blond hair
with a pony tail on either side.
We ran the race, we raised a good amount of money and I treasure the
official race photos of the two princesses running together. We became
running buddies and would run together once or twice a week and would
share lifts and run together at some races. She would usually drive and
decide the times we'd meet etc.
And then came the fateful afternoon. It was after the Bournemouth
marathon as we drove back she pulled off and stopped and we went into a
coffee shop. When I returned to our table with the drinks she'd ordered
she dropped her bombshell. It turns out that she sensed I was submissive,
she was naturally dominant. She wanted a "toy'. She explained how she had
cameras hidden in the room I changed in and she had footage of me getting
dressed and she'd seen that I wore panties. She told me how she'd
chuckled as she watched me smelling the lycra.
Now she wanted to push our relationship but it was to be on her terms.
She still lived with her parents and she needed to be in control. And so
2016 was going to be the year of the sissy. I was to be the sissy. If I
did as she said then she would not have to show our mutual running
friends the photos she had.
I agreed. To be honest it was almost a dream come true. And her
blackmailing me fed into my forced sissy fantasy. I even told her about
my blog (thefeminme.blogspot.co.uk) which then led to her having another
idea.
Each evening I get an email from her with instructions for the next day
and feedback on my previous days activities. I was to keep an online
diary (which I've since created at activesissy.blogspot.co.uk).
In addition to the blog I am to provide a weekly update on fictionmania.
Here is this week's summary.
We agreed that until told otherwise I am to wear each of my girly running
outfits, not repeating any item until I have worn everything. I am to
take a photo of myself on each run and post it and a report every day to
my blog diary.
Friday and Saturday I was on leave and had limited running kit with me. I
did my 1 Jan run and posted a report. That night I received the following
email.
Not a bad start sissy (yes, you are sissy from now on). I was
disappointed that the photo was taken in the country. If you are running
near a town you will go into town and take your photo there. I'm sure you
must have been quite embarrassed to be seen by those people, those
leggings look so very not what a man would wear :-) I am happy with the
way that you started to refer to yourself as a sissy, one bonus point.
Tomorrow you will run with your full back panties pulled into your ass
crack. I'm sure you'll like that :-) This is going to be a good year.
Enjoy.
2 Jan email from Barbara.
Very creative sissy! You really are enjoying this. I think we need to
work on your reports. I will talk to you about this on our next run
together at 06:00 on Wednesday, usual place. Until then continue as you
are.
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