Covid-19 and bras: Don't panic !

Today I broke the law. Yes indeed. We all went shopping at NOT the nearest grocery store. And nothing bad happened.

Well, quite nothing save a few dramatic eye-sores indeed.

I don't belittle the situation, that nasty virus thing should be taken rather seriously, concentrating efforts where they belong Right.

Such as distancing, that is no closer than 2 meters contact and so on. However no need to scream when talking at each other. Right.

The eyesores were blatant beyond what shirts can hide. Face it, not all boobs look appetizing without the considerable help of bras. There comes an age when, well, how to say it, better look elsewhere unless you have a thing for two pigs fighting in a sack.

So two such ladies, walking evidences of the existence of uncompensated gravity, were friendly  talking, say shouting at each other to overcome the effects of social distance.

One was explaining that she's not wearing it (the bra...) anymore because that's where, she has read it on internet, "microbes concentrate to eat the flesh"...

5G, bras and covid-19: Can't fix stupid.

The other, at volume 11, confirmed that yes, she too got forwarded a very well informed post on her social media (yes, that Face thing) and, sure, positively knows that the effect of 5G is to concentrate flesh eating Covid-19 microbes in bras from where they will party and devour all around.

I could have told them the difference between a virus and a microbe and inform them that, for the time being, our national 5G deployment is limited to a few experimental towers until all license related big money questions are sorted out.

But, hey, what's the use? Let indeed natural selection take care of business, let them concentrate their efforts on hoaxes and grind thin their nerves on the ensuing sleepless hysteria.

You can't fix stupid because you simply don't need to fix stupid.

Why I feel bad in female clothes and lingerie after orgasm and have to take them off?

Ka-Ching ! That's what a counsellor hears if asked the title question. The sound of easy money.

Need to remove female clothes, panties, bra, slip, stockings, all, I feel bad in female clothes after orgasm...

Tell them the truth and end their misery in a few sentences? Nan. Better exploit them for years as stable sources of income.

Good news, I don't generate revenue as counsellor. Get ready for a rough ride.

Interweb is overloaded with masturbatory drones, guys in panties showing evidence of blissful manhandling of their hard organs.

So, what happens after ?

And then? Nothing. That's how the movie abruptly ends. The cork popped, that's what all was about.

Emptiness, quick disrobing, it'll be better next time.

The difference between a "guilty" Sissy and an unsatisfied fetishist is a murky zone inhabited by guilt, a powerful and very efficient predator of self-esteem. The one way gate to depression.

Both Sissies and fetishists are subjected to cognitive dissonance. Somehow they enjoy female attire while as genetic males, they shouldn't.

At this point, a "male" monkey spanking orgasm is what it takes to derail the train.

• I need female attire, I just do
• It turns me on
• I get the job done
• I feel bad because men are not supposed to do this
• Solution, push quickly all under the carpet and forget about it

That's because, happens, human brain directs to actions that minimize or cancel the dissonance between incoming information.

What if instead of the "male" orgasm they were given the possibility to experience an as feminine as possible sexuality?

A profoundly different one, deeper, explosive, something stroking the pole can not achieve?

Welcome to SissyGasm.

It exists. In all possible shapes and sizes. All it takes is to learn how to get there. Some first hand experiences:

• Old experience, reenacting past memories, read here
• Advice for couples discovering life, read here
• When alone, read here
• The other side of chastity, read here
• Chastity devices for femininity enhancement, read here

Female orgasms have that many initially unknown to genetic males aspects. A full featured treasure trove that Sissies can unlock and exploit to new, higher levels.

Cuddling, sweet soft abandon, achievement, each experience fuels what Sissyhood is all about.

Sissies undergoing a Syssygasm instead of a male orgasm receive a rewarding confirmation that this is how things are meant to be. No cognitive dissonance ensues.

Those wet panties are not a nuisance but a confirmation that all other perceptions, swishy nightie, hugging bra, fragrance, disorderly hair, the entire environment has has distillated itself into a Sissy mental elixir.

That's why Sissygasms are rewarding self-confirmation experiences, close calls of feminine sexuality in accordance with the Sissy feminization evolution context.

Sissies are deeply gratified by the feminizing
consequences of Sissygasms.

Attracted by "objects of desire" fetischists who lack the deeply rooted femininity of Sissies perceive Sissygasms as humiliating and often aspire to be forced or otherwise coerced.

The chain of events is slightly different as the object or situation is the trigger of events and the achieved in the process "forced" feminization is the imposed outcome that alleviates guilt.

Coercion and restraints are not just kinky situation awareness enhancements and assume, for fetischists, the role of necessary for self-acceptance boundary conditions.

Fetischistic attraction focuses on
objects and not their functional contribution.

Unlike Sissies, fetischists fantasize of the close presence of feminizing objects and exclude them as essential contributions to the positive evolution of a pre-existing deeply rooted feminine mindset.

In other words, a fetischist will undergo feminization as a consequence of the need of contact with feminine attire while a Sissy perceives feminine attire as a rewarding consequence of evolving deeply rooted femininity.

That's why the emulation of feminine sexuality, Sissygasms inclusive, will confirm Sissies in their emotional comfort zone and disrupt the cognitive patterns of fetischists.

So if, even after a sweet ground-shaking Sissygasm you feel the need to disrobe from your feminine attire, then, most probably you are not a Sissy.

Lactation induction report: -Two weeks later, electrode position, new boobs ?

Main topic: read here.

Hours of electric TENS unit pumping later, I have "new" boobs.

Well, not quite so, they are still the same lovely girls only their behavior has hugely changed.

Now they feel fuller and, how to say, much more present. Be it sudden tingling, reaction to the slightest breeze, their need for attention is a very frequent occurrence.

A new level of rewarding collaboration. Getting around braless is not an option as they feel quickly uncomfortable unless properly supported, encouraged to stretch forwards, burrow themselves in the cups, feel soft and warm, tingle, experience hard nipples at will.

The gel electrode pads started to feel uncomfortable at the long tun and I reverted back to the specific for breast massage ones.

Back to the specific breast electrodes. Deeper more velvety sensations
as my boobs undergo changes.

Those cup better the breasts and, now that my boobs have undergone significant changes, feel much more adapted to the task.

Experimenting further I rotated the position by 90 degrees, one contact above and one below the nipples instead of the initial left & right placement.

Now effects concentrate much better and deeper on the nipples.

Vertical current flow over the nipples.
Now my boobs react deeper to the massage.

It feels so good, can't take enough of it
At this point bliss explosions are less intense but of longer duration. They can easily feel intoxicating for several minutes, a heavenly state of extreme hard nipples, tingling, belly muscle twitching and subsequent abandon. It kind of knocks me down as the aftermath of an atomic orgasm.

The consistence feels different. Definitively heavier to handle under the shower. With harder than before nipple area that feels substantially deeper.

Frequent strong pinching and extension hand massage is very rewarding. My nipples want it, and when in the mood, appreciate more than ever to be heavily rolled and seriously pinched. No pain whatsoever, just an invading heat and more tingling.

Kneading, fondling and strong groping unlock a new world of desires and intense fantasies.

However still no expression.

The experience continues !

TENS / ESTIM lactation report: A week later...

Main topic: read here.

It's a week or so since I started my attempts to lactate with the help of a TENS unit.

One week of TENS / ESTIM later:
-My "bottles" are still empty.

As expected for such a short duration, no milk yet. However a plentiful bonanza of extremely Sissifying and awesomely feminizing outcomes.

The process turned addictive. The more I e-stim them, the more my girls claim. Up to a point where I permanently wear electrodes under the cups with the unit clipped on the bridge of my bra, ready to satisfy their needs.

By now I have learned to turn it on and set the intensity just by feeling the unit buttons under my shirt.

Every 2 to 3 hours I feel the call. My boobs gently tingle and kind of itch for attention, nipples harden. Hard to explain sensations, powerful enough to regularly wake me up at night.

Overall I might just need to turn the ESTIM unit as much as 12 times per day each session lasting 50 minutes.

By now I use exclusively sticky gel patches as they stay in position and require no adjustment between 2 showers.

Caring for the gel pads is of cardinal importance. When I disrobe, I gently rub their contact surface with my fingers under a lukewarm water flow. Then immediately stick them to their original support and seal the pouch airtight.

In the other direction, I clean the skin with alcohol prior sticking them back in position.

After several experiments, I prefer to place them symmetrically right outside the aureole, borderline with the change of skin color.

Bras matter hugely. No kidding. Elila 1303  , 1505 and 1301 take the cake home. Stimulation while wearing one of them feels very deep, sweet and rewarding as my girls "stretch" further in the boob friendly cups where nipples feel so comfy.

With subtle differences. Several minutes in the session, when nipples wake-up and reach awesome sensitivity levels, the lacy 1303 acts as a permanent reminder with even the slightest touch amplified by the lace structure.

The smoother texture of the 1301 would somehow retard the bliss explosion and allow it to suddenly and without warning reach mind blowing peaks.

With it's amazing uplift, the 1505 promotes very deep nipple effects and belly muscles twitching in record time. It also calls higher intensity settings that would be otherwise unbearable.

With it's delicious underwired structure and overall volume enhancement, the 2801 feels as if my happy to be e-stimulated girls turned bigger, huge to the point to outflow. I can feel the pulses going deep and spreading all over, nothing else seems to matter. Reserved for moments of absolute peace when my mind can freely wander in blissful dreams.

Intensity settings are an interesting outcome. No need to induce pain. To the opposite indeed.

Bearable levels is all it takes. Higher settings are uncomfortable and mask the positive effects.

It all depends on the situation and the bra I wear. Occasionally I'll add a notch or two in the process for deeper effects or, if it suddenly feels too strong, opt for lower output levels.

When all is correctly set, I experience waves of indescribable bliss accompanied with extreme hard nipples sensitivity every 5 -10 minutes.

Then cold ants run wild circles, belly muscles twitch and a warm peaceful tingling spreads deep in my boobs.

Soon after the cycle restarts as nipples resume their extreme hardness and seed joy all over.

Despite all this, no milk at this point. Only deep sensations and more consistent, thicker nipple roots as I try to manually express.

It can of feels "close enough" (read here), but still just not enough.

On the other hand it all seems that my girls gained further consistence.

They feel different, heavier in the shower and get more in the way during my daily activities such as typing or washing hands.

Somehow I feel happier, more available to others and less subject to impulsiveness.

No matter how depressing times we live thru at this moment I plan better, listen to my intuition when taking decisions.

ANR related media triggers a wild variety reactions, sweet peaceful mindset, hard nipples and tingling breasts.

Attaching the electrodes in the morning is now a deep commitment routine and each session source of awesome profoundly feminizing perceptions.

Right. Something, lots of things have changed in just a week.

Have I found the philosopher's stone, are those parameters, 8 Hz and 250 µs pulses applied to the nipple area the secret unlock code to a new world?

Can't tell, I'm not that much of a scientist to provide you the explanations of what's about.

What I know is that I just cranked the generator a tiny notch up and I feel that the next outburst of happiness is in the pipeline.

I love you, I love you all !

Can I Induce lactation with a TENS unit ?

Lactation is a very intimate topic I share here.
A deep commitment and tribute to quintessential femininity.
Treat it with due respect.
And a last final warning: No cross-chest current ! One channel(+ and - electrodes)  per breast! Don't ever hook to a TENS unit if you have a pacemaker or other similar implant unless advised by a trained medical doctor. 

A week later, read here.
Two weeks later: significant changes have occurred, read here.

What if ? Yes !? Sounds like a plan.

After a week of Finalgon (read here) treatment my nipples are significantly darker and far more reactive.

My boobs are somehow alive, they might remember what happened quite a handful of years ago when I modded a breastpump in beast mode and managed to induce (read here). You read right. Genetic males can lactate. Be it just a few life changing ounces.

Things kind of unexpectedly woke-up after a very intense boob play while tightly strapped in my open-breast straitjacket and muted by a respectable specifically shaped gag (read here).

Get high on Oxytocin, it's amazing, legal and free: How Finalgon and pointy bras boost nipple sensitivity.

Even more oxytocin: read here!

Finalgon and pointy firm support bras:
-Sensations beyond description.

Not for the faint of heart. This therapy is serious stuff for serious Sissies.

Obtain fresh Finalgon. And a well holding pointy bra. Yes pointy. With cups tailored to emancipate nipple comfort.

Disposable gloves are a plus, this product is active in very small quantities, you wouldn't like to get it where it shouldn't go.

Not a lot is needed, about a rice grain or two per nipple. Setting them on fire is not the aim.

Effects are not immediate. It takes quite a while of massaging for the Finalgon to penetrate under the skin. Yes. No hurry. The effects will come. Remove excess with disposable tissues.

Just make sure you don the bra, swoop&scoop before it happens. Upheld breasts and forward projected nipples amplify the effects.

Unless too much is used, Finalgon quickly penetrates the skin and won't leave stains on synthetic cups. Obviously better wash the bra as soon as possible after the session.

What happens is a matter of how much ointment was applied and personal sensitivity. Better experiment progressively.

A hot sensation takes over as blood rushes. Comes and goes in waves.

And if your bra does what my Elila's do best to make my breasts comfy and peppy, expect a massive Oxytocin rush and perceptions beyond what I can describe.

Sensations very different from the well established "disciplinary" use of irritants.

At this point I can report a persistent increase of nipple consistence and sensitivity after a week of "therapy", each evening, right before bed.

A word of warning: As stated, Finalgon is active in very small quantities.

No one should ever attempt to orally worship before a proper shower zones where product has been applied. Nor touch anything else more sensitive, rub eyes, with contaminated fingers.

Milk soaked cotton or makeup pads are a good antidote. Just don't rub, gently apply for relief. Then, once milk fat has dissolved the slightly greasy Finalgon, shower.

In that order. Milk (or soft oil) first, shower next.

That's all I have for you today, feel free to (carefully) experiment and enjoy !

Punishment bra training: Will the distress of falling bra straps solve my Carmen shirts problem?

Warning: This post contains silly Sissy rambling.

Falling bra straps are for me a source of immense discomfort and anxiety. Like, I mean, not physical pain, just a permanent obsessive feeling of something not being right, a constant quest to bring them up and terminate the annoyance.

Alike the chinese water drop, a situation that seems initially benign turns into a fiendish torture as time proceeds.

Consequently, how silly, despite loving them, I have a problem with Carmen shirts or dresses. Yes, those lovely shirts with wide elastic decollete that stay below the shoulder line without straps, resting on the boobs.

Distress, I can't get used to this lovely type of shirts
as they exacerbate my falling bra straps anxiety.

Even when correctly set, they cause a permanent distress reminiscent of my dreaded fear of falling bra straps.

Despite my efforts I could not till now bring myself to accept the vulnerability of Carmen shirts and their unavoidable characteristic perception of falling bra straps.

The ones that I own are not the real deal, they cheat, have straps to soothe my worries.

Can't help it. Or ? Maybe with extra acceptance training ? Summer's coming after all.

Would so much like to savor a cocktail in an airy Carmen dress, exposed, vulnerable, right there under the stars in the cozy comfort of my terrace with just a candle light to play with the warm darkness.

There I am. A newly purchased for the purpose dress with the critical, rather loosely elasticized decollete. Enough material to keep it low, never mind the horrible printed motifs, price tag matters more than style for the intended exercise.

Obviously an oldish rarely worn supermarket grade bra that has seen little use due to it's perpetually falling straps. And an extender to make things worse.

The distress is immediate, straps start their downhill ride even before I'm finished with the full-slip.

Yes, I know, a full slip is a major style offense here, but it's my turn of events so spare me the sermon.

Precisely, a wide straps full slip to add sensory protection at this stage of my progression.

Then the dreaded dress. In fact the truth is that I'll love to love it. But for now I just fear it.

In a way I feel vulnerable in it, kind of almost unwillingly exposed at the mercy of too much out of control elastics.

Paralyzing. What will happen when and if I move? Where are my bra straps? Is that they on my upper arms or is the dress falling with them? Will it clutch on my boobs or just fall down my legs?

Adjust, put things back? No. I have to resist that temptation.

First exercise, the coffee machine.

Please, someone, put me in bondage, I won't hold my will not to adjust things for much longer.

Nevertheless nothing falls further as I move to my office. It all kind of reached a stable seemingly precarious equilibrium.

The bra straps are now horizontal falling way below the dress neckline and hammer my brain with distress signals.

Learning how to properly wear a Carmen dress.

Will I resist the temptation to rise them ? Will I be able to let the decollete where it is or just call it quits? Yes, the full slip offers some protection against the hard to describe troubling anxious vulnerability that I experience. Is that fear or excitement? Both?

So here's the deal. If I can manage to write this post without interfering with my exposing dress and obsessive distress of falling bra straps, I'll treat myself with a proper bra that stays put no matter what and attempt the experience again less the protection of my slip.

A strapless would be more than appropriate though. Indeed, this is another scary zone, the only strapless bras that I can tolerate are either solidly boned corsets or alike robust items that do not trigger my loose falling straps syndrome.

Wow. I bravely endured my phobia of falling bra straps and wearing a dress resting on my boobs below shoulder level seems an affordable option.

That's all I have for you today, minor Sissy hassles or further immersion in femininity, you decide.