Hung Out To Dry

 

 

It's not exactly the weather for it right now but summer is a time when the tumble dryer is normally ignored and the washing line comes into play.  One of the great joys of being a sissy and owning lots and lots of delightful frothy feminine finery is that they have to be washed. Since they have to be washed then it follows that they also have to be dried and there is something wonderful about hanging up all those flimsy floaty garments and lingerie to dry on the line over the course of a warm morning or afternoon.

 

Miss rarely attends to my sissy laundry and why would She?  There are odd occasions where She will ask me if i have anything that will go with a 'whites' wash or a 'coloured' wash but in the main, i am responsible for my own.  To say i have a large collection of lingerie and nightwear is a massive understatement.  Going on to nearly 30 matching pairs of panties and bras, at least 20 baby doll nighties and full nightgowns, dozens of pairs of stockings, several basques, lots of teddies and camisole sets and that's not even including those pairs of standalone panties that do not have bras to match - such as my sissy embroidered 'cuckold' panties.

 

When it comes to the laundry of these items, i am very meticulous.  Pales with pales, darks with darks, stockings and bras (clasped) in a separate bag.  i probably do a big wash for my sissy attire once a fortnight but the real joy is when it comes to hanging those items out, on a line, on a nice day.  The act of carrying out a full basket of pretties and dainties.  The act of taking each delicate item and carefully pinning them up to the line.  Panties with panties....gowns with gowns....babydolls with babydolls and stockings paired.  A line full of my delicious girly things is, to me, a picture of beauty.

 

The enjoyment does not stop there however.  The fact that i could be seen hanging them out - i mean, what real Man would ever be doing that??  Then there's the possibility that someone might...just might think that i am hanging out my own things - well.....they'd be right wouldn't they! The noticeable lack of 'man pants' - now that's a statement!  Then of course there's the act of bringing them all back in once aired and dry.  Would a real Man take such deliberate care to fold them up neatly?  Would a real man even be seen anywhere near a washing line full of dainties?  Of course not!

 

So the whole process, from beginning to end, is a very sissy experience and one of the ways for me to make a subtle statement that 'i am a sissy'. x