I am so happy to have my niece staying with me over reading
break from the University. Her parents have taken off for a few weeks to the
sun, and I have been positively delighted to have her come and visit for a few
Perhaps you can imagine, she appeared on my doorstep like a lost waif, with hardly any clothes and she’s here for a week. Naturally, the first thing I did was take her off for a shopping expedition to try and get her looking like a woman, rather than a car accident. Really, I just don’t understand this whole ‘ripped jeans’ thing. Far better that she learn to wear something more enticing.
I am going to share a little secret with you. I
just love to dress my nephews. Actually, anyone for that matter. I know it’s a
little shocking, but that’s just the kind of girl I am.
The first time I do so is usually for punishment of some sort. Perhaps a transgression,
either real or imagines, but I have the excuse. I usually do something like
tell them that to learn respect they must wear something of my daughters – perhaps
these lovely pink panties that I have conveniently to hand. An hour or so of
that will give them the chance to consider their misdemeanors properly.
I hand them some silk lacy panties from a draw of
her things which I’ve kept since she moved out to go to university. They take
them, looking nervous, and then always look at me with those big eyes of the
totally subservient. I’ve done this many times though. They will find no pity there. I know precisely
what I am doing.
They take them, usually a little unsure, and then one of two things happen. Either they take them and run upstairs and put them on or they drop their pants and slip out of their underwear and slide them on.
I will then generally tell them to pull up their
pants and that I will let them know when they can change back. Of course, I
have a terrible memory and promptly forget. Or so they think.
The next time I decide to do this I will usually
insist they wear tights as well. I have several pairs pink and white tights,
they look very girly. I do so love the way they look. I can usually tell that
my nephews are a little excited by the prospect.
The second time I rarely go very much further, preferring
the poor little scamps to get used to it. And they do. I have sent the little monsters to my
daughters room as a punishment before, only to surprise them after a few
minutes and find them trying on her skirts or a blouse.
By the third time it’s usually evident that they’re
not only excited by the prospect, but secretly craving it. That’s usually when
I insist on calling them by a nice feminine name. Gerald becomes Geraldine, or Jeanie.
Phillip becomes Phillipa or Pippa. I know they love that. The blush on their
cheek tells me so.
I do wonder what these little seedlings will grow to be. I do know that they will bring great pleasure to their friends, though. And in the end, isn’t that what it’s all about?
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These warm spring evenings are a delight in Montreal. We’re seeing tourists arrive, and the city sheds the cold clothes of the winter and everyone starts to look fresh and excited about the onset of the warm weather.
On evenings like this it’s not unusual for me to pop over and see Fiona, just as I did yesterday evening. I did so to find a small gathering of people in her back garden all enjoying a few drinks and at Fiona’s invitation I joined the friendly party.
“If I were you, Max,” I said, “I would slide my shaft in here…”
I’d sat down at the garden table where a few of us were playing scrabble. Max looked across the table at me and blushed. I can’t think why.
Auntie Kitties approved clothes for her naughty nephews.
So many times I am asked, "can I just wear pink underpants, Auntie?"
I have to explain that when my nephews have been very naughty they have to wear suitable underwear to show their suitable remorse. Just pretending to wear some unisex panties simply won’t do, as I’m sure you’ll understand. With this in mind I have put together a selection of suitable products below that you can choose to wear if you are in training with me.
Now, I know how much my little boys and girls love to wear the clothes I tell them to. So, if you feel so inclined just get the underwear and post a nice post on the Community section of my Patreon to show how very much you are devoted to your favorite Auntie.
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You know how comfortable these panties are? In fact, you probably should have been wearing them all your adult life, shouldn’t you? Of course you should. As one of my naughty nephews, I expect you to wear them daily.
Think of the thrill you’ll give anyone noticing how lovely these panties are. You know you’re a walking advertisement for me, don’t you? If someone stops and asks you why you’re wearing these, you’ll just have to tell them Auntie Kittie said so.
Sometimes a little shapewear helps giving you a little feminine curve. Think how nice you’ll look for Auntie if you start wearing these. And remember, you need to get to the rec centre or swimming pool and change in a public area at least once during the week whilst wearing your special panties,
For some of my naughtiest nephews simply wearing underwear is not enough of a demonstration of subservience. Those of you already wearing panties everyday need to try on something a little difference. This lovely collar is a great example of something that both shows your devotion and demonstrates your complete release of masculinity.