Just to summarize. I've been in chastity since monday which is makes it 4 days, I find it quite amazing how quickly I've become accustomed to my chastity belt, after 9 days it feels quite natural.
Yesterday three things happened while I was enjoying my time in chat, all of them brought about by yes_indeed.
Apparently the theme of the day was humiliation, at least that was the result (for me at least).
- First event was started when he decided that my penis needed a name, and asked the chat for suggestions. I was quite mortified by this decision, although this feeling only intensified as a certain user (teacup) offered the name Lucy! I don't think I can put into words how embarrassing it felt when the chat was not only made aware, but also offered to participate. I don't think I can express just how embarrassed I was by that situation, but if it helps, I had to look away from the chat several times, as it was simply too embarrassing to look at the chat.
- I had to model all articles of female clothing, an create a new topic in which I was to attach them (hence this topic). As if naming Lucy wasn't enough, I also had to go through the embarrassing task of presenting myself as a sissy and take picture of all of it.
In a certain way, this was probably the hardest task I'd been given since I'm not quite comfortable wearing female clothing. In the end i procrastinated the task to the following night. - I was allowed, even encouraged to use my ass whenever I felt needy, somehow this was said in a way that made me feel even more humiliated than I already was, most likely because I was told to use my dildos whenever I felt like it. The purpose was to allow me to enjoy feeling like a dirty little slut who can't touch herself like a man any more, but has to resort to getting fucked like a slut. As embarrassing this was, I have to admit I apreciate the leeway, as I enjoy the pleasures of anal play. I'm certainly going to make good use of that privelige!
The night after I finally modelled all of my female clothes, it was a strange sensation, going through all of it, as well as having to take pictures of it all. After having tried to write how it made me feel for half an hour, I'm giving up on articulating the experience, so I'll leave it at this, "enjoy" the pictures if you wish.
The following spoilers will hold the pictures (viewer discretion adviced!)
Panties and bra:
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Update 09-29-2012
After modelling the above articles of female clothin I where told to wear a pair of panties to work (campus) during Saturday. In case there might be any doubt, this would be the first time ever, I'd wear female clothes outside the secure confines of my home, and it was quite dificult for me to mentally prepare.
My first problem with this task was when i wore the panties the morning of Saturday: It was at this time it became clear to me they wouldn't be able to 'support' my chastity belt, which meant I had to leave it out. This in turn meant that I would be feeling two sensations during the day. 1; the feeling of wearing panties (thong), 2; the feeling of going without any underwear.
My second problem was when i dressed my jeans over the panties, at this point it immediately became clear that the hemline of the panties would be showing about 1 cm over the line of the jeans. This really made me nervous since the top of the panties had a pink line, and the front was decorated with a pink ribbon. Should i by accident reveal the line, no one who noticed would doubt what I was wearing! In response to the showing pantyline, i chose a lowhanging sweater in hopes that it would always cover the line, to minimize the risk of getting exposed.
Third problem occured when i bend over to tie my shoelace. Apparently even a low sweater crawled up my back, and exposed the lines of the panties whenever I'd bend over to reach the floor.
So in the end, as I left to join my fellow students, I felt more naked than ever, wearing a thong which didn't support my chastity belt, nor did the string riding between my butcheecks protect my ass from the sensation of the jeans. Add the fact that i had to be wary of bending over for anything, and I found myself constantly concious of my predicament.
During the day i could constantly feel the presence of the panties, and really wanted to reposition them, problem was, if I did take my hand under my shirt, it would pull up my sweater and reveal the pink edge of the panties, meaning I had to be sure no one was watching, ever!
In the end I survived the day, although I spend most of the day, making sure my sweater covered my panties, and trying to reposition the thong caressing my ass constantly. It really made me selfaware of the fact that i was wearing knickers beneath my otherwise everyday clothes.
Thinking back on the entire situation, the "worst" times where when I where in public transportation, and therefore constantly moving. This meant I really had to be careful of how I positioned myself (at least in my mind). The other time was whenever I had to go to the bathroom and pull down the feminine panties. I thought it was embarrassing enough to be forced to sit down all the time (because of the chastity belt), now I've discovered that having to pull down a pair of panties adds a whole new level of humiliation to the act!
Below are two pictures taken from the public toilet, one showing how the panties stuck out of my jeans, and the other showing how I had to walk with my chastity belt hanging out all day!
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