A Love Letter to My Naughty Sissies
By Mistress Sissylife7 π
Hello again, my darling dolls π
Yes, you — sitting there, knees together like a good girl, lips glossy, heart racing just from reading the title. You're already blushing, aren’t you? π³
You know the moment I’m talking about.
Your skirt rides up — just a little — your thighs exposed π, smooth and trembling. You gasp. You moan. Your cheeks flush pink like a porcelain doll’s π₯.
And then you say it — your breath shaky, guilty, needy:
“It’s okay… it’s not the first time.” π
Oh, sweet thing.
Don’t pretend it wasn’t on purpose.
Don’t pretend that moan wasn’t real. π
You see, there’s something magical about that moment — and every sissy reading this knows it. That little flicker of fear, of shame, of thrill… all tangled in pink lace and lipstick stains ππ. That whispered excuse, “It’s okay… it’s not the first time…”, is your fragile little defense.
But we both know the truth, don’t we, darling?
You’ve said it before.
You said it the first time you stole a pair of panties — soft, silky, forbidden π.
You said it the first time you tucked yourself into a little bra and admired your new curves in the mirror π.
You said it the first time you pressed your knees together, back arched, walking like you were born to be seen — not heard — just looked at. π
Now, you say it every time.
Every time your lipstick smears just right π.
Every time you bend over slowly, feeling the breeze under your skirt π¨.
Every time you wake up the next morning and “promise” you won’t do it again — but the lingerie is still under your pillow, and your dreams were full of Mistress. ππ
You’re not new to this, baby.
You’re not innocent.
You're a bad sissy, and you know it. And guess what?
I love that. π
You’re mine — my little project, my soft creation.
You weren’t made to lead.
You were made to blush. π
You were made to kneel. π
You were made to obey. π
To serve. To pout. To look pretty.
So stop pretending. Stop lying to yourself.
The next time your knees buckle as you slide those thigh-highs up your legs… π§¦
The next time you bite your lip when Mistress calls you her “slutty little thing”… π«¦
The next time you look in the mirror and like what you see — the wig, the bra, the heels, the shame — don’t hide. π
Say it.
Say it out loud.
Say it proudly.
“It’s okay… it’s not the first time.” π
And let it never be the last.
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π With love, power, and polish –
Mistress Sissylife7 ππ
Your guide to obedience, beauty, and sweet surrender.
π© Tell me about your “not first time” in the comments below, dolls π
Mistress is always watching… and she’s very proud π
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