=belled=

Daddy decided that just having a pink bow tied around my sissyclit wasn't enough humiliation for me. So he cooked up the idea of having me attach some jingly pussycat bells to the ribbon as well. Now he can hear me anywhere in the house. i make a very pretty tinkling music wherever i go. It says says "here comes sissy!" or "there goes sissy!" 

Sometimes Daddy makes me stand in front of him and says "Jingle for me, sissy" & i have to bounce up & down on my toes which makes the bells go crazy. Other times he makes me skip back & forth in front of the couch, which, I have to say, is particularly embarrassing. He laughs & shakes his head. It always surprises him, i think, just what a sissy i am, even though we've been married for 5 years & he knows me so well by now. That's probably what surprises him….that my seemingly limitless capacity for the most perverse submission, obedience & humiliation has come to seem so ordinary! It's just a part of everyday life. 

Best of all, which is to say, the most humiliating of all, is when he makes me play with myself. You can tell how excited i'm getting by how much commotion the bells are making. So far, i haven't been able to finish a song yet :( i can only imagine what they'll sound like when i'm finally allowed to cum. Probably like the bells of Notre Dame. 

Look, i have bells instead of balls. Can there be anything more appropriate for a sissy?