Miss Flo

Does Anyone Not Know What These Are?

Classic Sanitary Belt

Modess Contour Sanitary Belt

The "Hoosier" Sanitary Belt

I first discovered the "sanitary" belt when I was scrounging around in my mother's dirty clothes hamper for her panties, girdles and bras.  Now I don't want to make it sound like, from the moment I screwed up the courage (or whatever it was that made me go in search of my mother's undies) to invade my mother's privacy, that I was in there every day.  Nothing would be further from the truth.  I had to gauge my opportunities.  After all, I was only around eight years old.  It wasn't like my parents left me at home alone a lot.  And often, when they did, they left me there with my older sister, or a babysitter.  So, I had to be patient for my chances to become a girl.

I can't really remember how long I'd been taking my chances invading my mother's inner sanctum when I first discovered the "sanitary" belt.  I do remember my mother's was a Kotex brand.  I may not have mentioned it yet, but from the beginning, when I wore my mother's Lace Nouveau panties, I always - I mean always - sniffed them.  I don't know what made me do so.  I just did.  And so began my fascination with the splendid odors that emanate from a woman's pussy.  Most sissies know exactly what I'm talking about.  We just fucking get off on it.  So, I'm not telling other sissies anything new I don't suppose.  I'm just saying how it affected me.  I loved the scents that my mother left in the crotch of her panties.  Sometimes, I wonder if the desire to sniff her dirty underwear was more of a draw to me than wearing them.  Hmmm.  Tough call there.

In any event, on one of my carefully calculated trips into her bathroom, I found that her panties were stained red.  More like a deep brown.  I figured out that it was blood.  And I could smell that there was something else different.  This wasn't the odor of urine, or perhaps her own desire being translated to stains in her panties.  This was a rich, iron smell.  Well, duh!  But remember, I was only about eight.  I didn't know anything.  Except that all of this got me very excited.  The smell of her body soaking the crotch.  At the same time, I discovered the belt, and then the used pads.  Investigating further, I looked in the cabinet under her sink and that is when I found the fresh, clean pads.  Those thick, soft, absorbent pads.  I am so thankful that I wasn't born after the invention of the panty liner, or the self-adhesive pads.  Otherwise, I may have missed out entirely on the feeling I discovered, and enjoyed for years, when I hooked a Kotex into a sanitary pad strap and pulled it up onto my waist, and trapped my penis into my crotch by the most feminine thing I can think of.  Oh!  My!  God!  I can't begin to guestimate how many of those pads I soaked, not with my blood from my monthly period - something only real girls got to enjoy - but with my own sissy discharge.

To this day, part of my turn on is wearing a sanitary pad inside of the crotch of my panties - once a month just like clockwork.  And I've never gotten pregnant either!  Go figure.