Monday 28 December 2009

...it´s caught me in it´s spotlight...



(just click on the pic to see better!)
I´ve been caught again. Two days ago my son was about to leave for a visit to his sheepfarming mother on his christmas break, and his nanny Anita was packing for the journey. Everything was just fine, until Anita decided to pack one more pair of pajamas. They were hanging on the washingline in the bathroom, next to several pairs of my knickers and tights. I had hung the knickers in the last row, so i figured they were well hidden beyond longer garments and terrytowels but... to reach the pajamas she had to push all the washing aside and also lift two pairs of knickers that were on top of the washingline. Of course she noticed. I was all red when i realised what she had seen! And to make it all more clear, the week before i had washed two pairs of black lace knickers along with the rest of my washing and went to do some shopping, only to return and find them drying over the bathtub!
(Anita is instructed not to do any washing, that´s not in her work description. I do the washing and expect her and my son to fold his clothes and put them into the drawers, nothing more).
So now she knows. Like John, who found out late this summer. And she´s not stupid. Maybe i ought to tell her? She has a very professional approach to her job and i suspect she already knows about me wearing ladies underwear. But she is a young girl and lingerie could be seen as a sexual provocation, and i dont want that.
These people work for me and i have to care for their feelings. Maybe the best way to respect Anita´s feelings is to not mention anything and to continue hanging my knickers to dry on the washingline furthest to the wall and expect her to get a glimpse of them sometimes and then bring up the subject in three months time when we have a chat to discuss salary, work conditions, improvements and so on. I think that would be the most respectful way.

(just click on the pic to see my stockings better!)

But let´s change the subject. I have been checking up the subject of "Sissyboy" and " Forced feminity".
Nothing wrong with that except for one thing. Sure, we all love a little roleplay once or twice, a lot of guys seems to get off on the subject of being forced to wear ladies clothing and submitting to a "female role". As i said, that´s OK. But for me i could never take it as an humiliation to wear ladies underwear. Instead, it would be a punishment for me to wear Boxer shorts... and if i had to forgo the nylons it would be even worse because my legs would be cold.
No. These guys just want the enjoyment of wearing female garments and accepting a female sexual role and abandonment of a male sexual role, and to be able to do that they have to be "forced". Come on. I accept and respect that there are millons of diverse sexual identities and that sexual roleplay is one of the nicest thing you can engage in. Good. Why not just admit it?
Say, "why can´t I be a girl this evening"
instead of " ohh you force me to be a girl, it´s so exciting"?
Sorry, but it´s sexism. For a man to feel humiliated by wearing ladies clothing is an insult to women. I enjoy wearing womens underwear but i would never feel it degraded me as a male.
Wearing lingerie is fun. I love being girlish and no one has to force me to do it. My legs look good in stockings.
And come to think of it, ladies underwear is not only more nice to look at (different fabrics, patterns etc....) it´s also more comfy to wear. Knickers, tights and suspenderbelts feel better on your body than a pair of longjohns or boxers. I´ve known this for a long time, but the first time this was clear was when i was out shopping for a shooting jacket. I found a very nice tweed jacket in a shop that had the sign "equippers to the Royals" over their doors, but my attention quickly wandered to the "Made in the UK" all wool hunting stockings. Lovely, in many colours that go well with tweed. I purchased a pair that were Green/Light green. Overknee in male fashion terms, mid thigh if they had been for women. Worn with breeches they were just wonderful, except for one thing. They just kept sliding down. I had to get some electrial tape to keep them attached. A suspenderbelt woud have been the solution.., but i hadnt brought one for this occasion. So i was thinking about getting to the nearest gas station to some Silicone Glue to attach to the tops of my stockings to make them a pair of Hold Ups, which of course would have been an insult to this lovely and ancient firm of Stitchers...

Well, you get my point. With the simple addition of two items from womens lingerie (silicone stoppers or a suspenderbelt) these stockings would have performed so well. And silicone stoppers and supenderbelts are items of male sports clothing! Just ask any NHL-hockeyplayer or a keen cyclist.. They have been wearing sussies and holdups for years.

Guys are missing out on having comfortable underwear.
I think the first thing to do would be to introcuce an "uncrotched Long John" to the male public. Of course it needs some marketing bullshit like a scare that athletes with tight underwear will have a reduced rate of sperm production or such. Just take an ordinary pair of suspender tights in a more opaque fabric (80D) and call it " Crotch Friendly" and "Moisture wicking" and lots of men will wear it for training and enjoy it. Then all we have to do is to add a little lace...


PS. If you have seen any of my pics before, i´m sorry. I´ve made a mess of my picture collection.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for this excellent piece of information. Keep the amazing work coming.

Anonymous said...

Well done for doing what you like. I love panties, stockings and suspenders too.

They feel great, look great and make me feel good too.

It is soooo delicious to wear them in bed, or under male clothing.

I also love sheer frilly nylon babydoll nighties and ruffled knickers too.

Been enjoying the hobby since I was 13.

My wife loves me in silkies. She buys them for me, and love sliding them up my long, smooth legs.

Lacey said...

Thanks! It must be lovely to share your fetisch with your wife. This has never happened to me.