The sordid event that led to this situation…
As a Swiss-German girl in an English boarding school, I soon learned all the jokes about Germans. Most of them are inaccurate in my case – except one: I have an obsession with order.
That’s why, 4 hours ago, it bothered me that as I left my room to greet a dinner guest, I saw my red panties sticking out of the lingerie drawer. However, I’d promised my messy Brazilian girlfriend to be less obsessive about order, so I let it go.
When I entered the room an hour later, though, I noticed the panties were gone. Flavia hadn’t entered the room. My eyes narrowed. The guest was a student of mine with a small, skinny body and no doubt a tiny maggot between his legs: in other words… a sissy . He had to pass the open door on his way to the bathroom..
To cut a long story short, I confronted him and he sang like a canary (i.e. he confessed.) He chose to accept my punishment rather than dealing with the police and university.
Stripped, hogtied and gagged, he’s now squirming on the floor as I write this post on my mobile. And that’s where you come in, sissy. I thought it might be amusing to get your input on punishing this vile insect.
I’ve accepted the sissy’s defence against stealing (that he panicked when he heard Flavia in the kitchen and put them in his pocket) but he’s still guilty of snooping in my lingerie drawer.
I was about to thank you for your participation, sissy, but the words of Jesus came to me: let he who is without sin…cast the first stone.
You’ve passed judgement on a dirty little sissy… but you’re also a dirty little sissy. Who are you to judge another? I bet you wouldn’t be able to keep your little trotters out of a pretty girl’s lingerie drawer, would you?
And if you think I’m being unfair, let’s do a test…
I’m going to take some photos of mine and Flavia’s lingerie drawer (well, to be honest – it’s ‘drawers’ plural as we have a lot of lingerie.) You can either choose the option not to look… or you can feast your little piggy, sissy eyes.
What’s it to be?