August 1, 2021 and more

  From SaraSissyGirl Blog

 

One year ago, Karrie started sharing a treasure trove of Sara's old blog. It was believed all were lost when the old blog was abruptly terminated. 

I thought I would re-share the start of Karrie's Korner, with some additional related photos, and celebrate the 350 posts over the last year. Enjoy.

Also included today is August 6, 2013 pt 2

NSFW

(pictures and comment added-ed) 

Sunday, August 1, 2021

College to Life

"Remember when we were roommates in college and I found that box of women's clothes you thought you'd locked away under your bed?" He asked you, squeezing your ass.

 "Y...yea," you answer, face red remembering it. "You...you thought I was..."

 "What are you, a fag?" He said, repeating what he said back then. "Remember what you said."

 "Y...yes," you answer, letting him pull you towards him.

 "No...no...I...I like girls."

 "I do like girls," you say, "you know that."

 "You like being a girl," he teases you. "But I meant sexually, you knew that. You know that."

 "I...I do like girls," you answer, "sexually."

 "Do you now?"

 He looks down, your eyes follow, you see the outline of his large, hard, erect penis in his shorts. "I..."

 Hardly thinking, you find undoing his shorts, pulling out his erect cock. "Ever regret me finding out you were a sissy?"

 "N...no," you whisper, overcome as you always are touching him. "P...please...may...may I?"

 He looks at you, smiles. "The best thing about marrying a sissy," he touches your face, "is your insatiable appetite for cock. Go ahead."

 Still blushing, you kneel down, take his erection between your lips, licking him. You feel your own clit swell in the tight cage, take comfort in the knowledge he takes care of you." 

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

And this is why you insist he wear a chastity cage

 

It doesn't matter how big (or small) he is, he's a sissy and a sissy's clit does NOT belong inside a woman, it belongs inside a cage where it can do not harm.

 

 

Posted by Saragirl at 12:27 PM 6 comments   

Plans

"Oh, I didn't see you come in...no...no I don't have any lunch plans, I mean, I was going to grab a salad with a girlfriend, but I can call and change that."

That's what I infer Emily said to a guy she met at her new job; he works in the building, different company, different floor, because a few minutes before noon she called me and our conversation went like this.

"Hello. Ready for lunch, I'm done, I can meet you in ten."

"Um, hey, Sara, I know we were supposed to have lunch but something came up."

"Oh, work?"

Emily laughed. "No, um...someone stopped by and wanted to know if I had lunch plans, I said I was meeting a girlfriend for a salad but I could reschedule, you don't mind, do you?"

"Who," I asked, something about the way she said it caught me.

"Remember that guy I was telling you I met, from my building, my new friend."

She called him that, her new friend, like her little code name for him. Every time she talked about him, it was 'my new friend' this and 'my new friend' that.

"Your new friend. Ben?"

"Yes, Ben," she raised her voice slightly, "I must have mentioned you, she remembers your name."

"God, he...he's right there?"

"Yes, he's sitting here waiting to go," she said, her tone speaking a private conversation between us.

"You're facing him?" Her desk faced the wall, so if she was talking to him her chair would be turned, only a few feet of space between them.

"Uh huh."

I felt my clit jump in the chastity cage. "Cross and uncross your legs." I pictured her that morning, wearing one of her black skirt suits, one with a skirt that was on the verge of too short, nude hose, black pumps.

"You're bad, Sara, we'll catch up tomorrow," she laughed, again a private laugh, private meaning, cryptic to him, crystal clear to me. But I heard her shift in her chair, pictured it.

"Did...did he look at your legs?"

"Well of course," she said casually, "who wouldn't."

"He...he wants you..."

"Who wouldn't," she laughed again, "but I know you're thinking the same thing and you would, too, if you could."

"Damn, Emily!"

"I know, I thought you'd like it, we can talk about it over lunch tomorrow. Listen, he's staring at me impatiently, I gotta run."

"He's staring at you because he wants you, Emily."

"Yes, probably. So, you don't mind switching to tomorrow so I can grab lunch with my new friend."

"Nnnnooo. But now I'm all swollen."

I'm sure she could surmise that, but rubbed it for fun, laughed. "You're bad, Sara. She said that's fine, Ben, but only if you're cute."

"Well," I heard him speak for the first time.

"I'm changing my plans, aren't I?"

"You know what I'm going to fantasize about now, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Emily answered. "Exactly."

"Emily..."

"Wait, let me write that down." I heard her chair move, her too. I got it as she did it.

"You're leaning over your desk?"

"Yep," she said.

"Jesus, he's going to...be careful, you'll find yourself bent over your desk and..."

"And I might not complain about that...just something to think about, Sara. Talk to you later."

Posted by Saragirl at 9:59 AM 1 comments   

An Alpha's Mark

He loved watching your wife pull up her panties as soon as they finished, as soon as he exploded inside her. He loved it because he knew she was doing it to keep as much of him inside her as possible, and that when she got home, you'd be waiting patiently and you'd eagerly get on your knees and lick her clean.

It was a connection between him, her lover, and you, her husband, the alpha male speaking to the beta, a reminder that you might be married to her, but he possessed her.

Posted by Saragirl at 9:36 AM 1 comments   

"Of course you can have them, sissy."

 

Posted by Saragirl at 9:15 AM 0 comments   

Kyoko Matsushita, an amazing t-gurl

 

 

Source | Kyoko Matsushita's photosets on Flickr

Posted by Saragirl at 9:10 AM 2 comments   

Like me, Teddy never wants it to end

 

Posted by Saragirl at 9:05 AM 1 comments