I want to share tonights assignment for everyone to see. It has only been 6 days... This is just one day in my new live of being a sissy.

[Ar****]

The assignment was to describe how I feel about having padlocks on my panties. I may have gone a little overboard. 

"Hello, This is me, Ariadne.

It has soon been a week. A week since I asked "Can you put me in chastity for one week?"

That week feels like a decade ago. Time slowed. All my focus went into this new project.

I have a long time longed to be a female.

 

I bought panties because at first it felt sexy. Now it feels comforting and right.

Male boxers are useless, rough things. Like much manliness, it is coarse without reason.

As if softness is a weakness that must be crafted away with hard tools.

 

All that harshness will be softened away by me.

 

Yesterday I was assigned to set a symbol on my panties. We settled on a padlock.

A symbol of my chastity. Since I can´t find a cage that works for me.

When asking another mistress if they wanted any last tasks before going to bed, she said to put another padlock there.

Simple, but genius.

Now they clang together when I walk, their weight lies on my "clit".

It is a constant reminder. I feel them dangling and hitting me with every move.

When still their weight lies heavily on me as a magic lock.

 

She gave me a boon though. I was allowed to tap my clit between the locks. As long as I said my magic chant "Sissy is Denied".

 

I slept with the padlocked panties on.

 

When I awoke, I awoke to a new challenge.

Wear this token, this symbol of my chastity, for a week.

And my tapping priviledge will be permanent as long as I wear padlocked panties!

 

I felt such joy! No shame.

Even though not even a week ago I was allowed to touch myself as I wanted.

"Sissy is Denied".

My new words of meaning. My holy chant.

 

To me denial has started to mean a reward.

To know the security in that someone else knows what is best for me and that I am taken care of.

 

My "clit", or whatever word to use. Why use any word? It is there. Bringing pleasure.

To the edge but no longer. "Sissy is Denied".

 

I feel like I am falling, but I am not. I am just at the edge. And someone is keeping me from falling.

I am safe.

 

I need to stay chaste. Not as a sexy kink.

It is the foundation of my reality.

The framework of all my productivity.

The fire beneath my bonfire of happiness!

I am a happy, proud sissy!

And I am Denied!"

Edited July 26 by AriadneDenied

[Kl****]

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