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My Auntie’s Underwear Drawer
Dear Mistress..
I’ve just recently discovered your website houseboy.. this is what I’ve been looking for… my heart warms.
Mistress.. I would like to share a little about my life of dressing up and enjoying being girly. It all started when I was 10 when my aunty came to stay with us. My aunty wore tights all the time.. I loved the way they looked encasing my aunties legs.. I’m not quite sure how I first found my self in my aunties bedroom but I do know when I did start wearing tights this was only the beginning of being seduced in slowly wanting more than just wearing tights under my trousers and secretly visiting my aunties bedroom when nobody was around and lookign through her undrwear drawer and smelling her panties and wearing them also. It was also at this time when I had my first homosexual experience with a friend.. we were so young and just kissed & were feeling each other… thats all.. but we both enjoyed dressing up. My friends mum I noticed always wore american tan tights all the time and I wanted to wear them and get dressed up. So we got dressed up together.. I felt so girly and naughty. I wanted to be girly… we didn’t fuck or anything; we were just to young to know what to do. Sadly my friend didn’t have the same feelings towards dressing as I did or our growing relationship and told all my other friends about our little secret! However, this didn’t stop me from dressing up… which became more… more often. What I used to do was get home from school early and go straight to my aunties room. When I would get there I would take all my clothes off .. when opening the underwear drawer.. I loved the womanly aroma. I loved the way dressing up made me feel. I would walk around the house.. sit & watch tv; crossing my legs and stroking my legs all the time… I would always finish of these little dressing sessions by going back to my room and would then wank with the tights on…. feeling my nylon encased legs as I stroked myself. I did this for years… my aunty didn’t say anything to me but I’m sure she would’ve have known that I was wearing her clothes.
Today I don’t do much dressing sadly, although my love for tights hasn’t diminished, of coursed with the advent of the internet.. I have discovered various websites that share my love for tights, although this isn’t completely satisfying.. its like having a relationship with my computer in a way. One of my fantasy’s would be to meet a sympathic and like minded woman who would dress me up…feminise me… take control… whom I could serve and worship her tights embalmed legs.
Dear Mistress Alexa
I have taken great plearsure in recalling our two discussions lasy week and look forward to speaking with you, emailing you and sending you some pics. Understanding that I am a sissy is one thing that I learned and I look forward to our communications for developing that side of my life. I have updated my profile and hope to learn more about “serving” and “monitoring”
Respectfully, Brianna2
Role-playing: One of your tena…
Role-playing: One of your tenants moves out and leaves a bag with frilly pink lingerie, bras, slips & panties…You dress up as the maid …
Role-playing: You visit your S…
Role-playing: You visit your Southern Belle Aunty every Sunday. She dresses you up, ties a ribbon around your clty a & shows you off
New panties….
Hello Mistress,
Yesterday I went to a nearby lingerie store and picked out some panties for myself. As you suggested, I selected the bikini type in 3 colors. Pink, baby blue, and black. When the saleslady asked me if they were for my wife I simply said “no”. I know that I should have told her that they were for me, it would only be appropriate for a cuckolded sissy like me. I apologize for not doing the right thing, the next time I go I won’t let you down.
cuckold husband
A Modified Sissified Doug Adams’ Dressing up Guide
All Credit To: Dress training for Floozies – an Illustrated Guide
http://dva.gbrit.com/~dougadams/dresstoplease.php?PHPSESSID=2322f65d195cf100de50036481a59392
This section is about day-to-day dressing of your sissy. Obviously it’s related to dressing for pleasure but here it addresses her long-term acclimatisation to your tastes, not how she should comport herself when she’s needed at a party or a dressage event.
At the earliest stage in training you will have to start giving guidance on presentation to your slut, slattern, floozy or bimbo. The first distinction you will have to make is which of the latter categories she falls into. I’ll provide a working definition for you: a bimbo pouts and primps and wiggles, flaunting her flesh and showing as much of her body as is possible without being overtly sexually available.
Your slut on the other hand is overtly sexual, knowing, conniving and seductive. She will totter around on fuck-me shoes or ensure that whatever else her outfit might hide, it won’t be the curve of her breasts, the bumps of her nipples or the camel-toe of her crotch. The bimbo defines one end of our spectrum, the slut the other, an a horde of floozies, tarts, trollops, slatterns, strumpets, jezebels, hussies and harlots each populate points along it.
Which shall your sissy be? The decision is partly yours to make and partly made by nature. Only after you have worked out where she feels most at home will you be able to choose the right style and wardrobe for her.
Some mistresses get a frisson of enjoyment from understated presentation.Women of this inclination find it especially arousing to deceive the sissy about what is really happening to her, having manipulated their slave into believing that all along it has been her choice, her decision and that she is expressing her own empowerment not his desires.
If you are just here for the pictures you will have to decide whether she has been manipulated (victim) or is really deep down a slut but is manipulating you into thinking she’s a victim instead.
The whole package is what counts. As an artist admires her canvas, cocking her head one way, then another, and erasing and reworking the bits that displease her, you will have to do the same. Inspiration can be found in may places ….
Work on her hair, the nail colours, makeup, clothing and accessories. Ask her opinion, she might have something worthwhile to add herself. Solicit the advice of friends (gay men are especially good advisors) and don’t be afraid to ring the changes from time to time to keep her fresh and invigorating. Hair, nails, makeup, shoes, outfit, posture and attitude are all crucial ingredients of the recipe.
Shoes
Heels, heels, heels, heels. Did you get that? High heels are a crucial, fundamental, non-negotiable part of the training. She absolutely has to learn how to walk in heels. Unless she already has a wide selection of suitable shoes you will have a problem on your hands because most girls who haven’t been trained to use them from early teens will hate them. You have to be extremely firm here and may need to apply discipline to bring her on-side. She will have to be trained to wear 3″ to 4″ heels at all times, whether at work, at play, going shopping or travelling. Learning to walk well in heels is a slow process and you need to watch out for unsatisfactory developments. Keep close tabs on what she is doing and work hard to correct any errors in how she walks. When she meets you she will need to move up to 5″ or 6″ heels (boots are fine too of course). Do not accept compromise.
Heels lengthen the legs, signposting where the pussy lies and lifting her buttocks. Good heels and an appropriate walk (small steps, plenty of wiggling for the bimbo or more sensuous waving for the slut) are completely and totally essential. Spend as much time on this as it needs, because patience will eventually be rewarded.
Nails
Nails must be beautifully trimmed and prepared. The slut can have shorter nails but the bimbo will have to spend hours and hours in the nail salon (encourage her father or husband to pay for this). Slut nails will be in a single bright colour, usually scarlet, shocking pink or darker shades of red, whilst the bimbo’s nails must be in different colours and patterns, the greater part of them being false and owing nothing to her own cuticles. It’s a great disappointment that I haven’t been able to find a better selection of nail images for you to to enjoy but I predict that some of my readers will be able to provide some ere long.
Hair
The hair offers endless opportunities for the artist. Slut hair is perhaps less important, but bimbos really do need to have a lot of attention paid. Ringlets, backcombing and probably bleached blonde, hair is the bimbo’s crowning glory. Most men don’t have a clue what to do with hair so it’s pointless giving you advice. Instead, your best hope is to befriend a gay hairdresser with obvious talents in this direction and take his advice. Do whatever it takes to get his attention, procure young boys for him or give him your collection of Kylie Minogue autographs but at all costs bring him into the conspiracy. All other paths are doomed unless the girl herself displays a talent in this direction.
Outfit
There is so much range and so many possibilities here that only broad guidance can be given. In general all girls must be trained to wear stockings or holdups at all times that they aren’t wearing figure-hugging leggings or leather trousers. Sluts can be an exception and a tiny lycra (spandex) microskirt over bare legs holds its charms for some observers, but for bimbos and anything in between stockings are a better bet.
Most of the time the rule will be to go without panties, but this can prove problematic when you don’t want her to attract excessive attention. Bimbos should be encouraged to wear tops that accentuate their breasts and a full-cup bra will be the normal undergarment. Sluts ought to wear half-cup bras (except under transparent tops, a look that I rather like) and slinky tops that accentuate their uncovered nipples. Don’t forget that nipple jewellery like on the right can add attraction to the smaller breasts if you haven’t been able to save up for bigger ones yet.
Sluts and bimbos alike need to be encouraged to wear skirts that float and cover nothing. In private you will want them naked underneath but for general public wear, when they are wearing a floating skirt (see the illustration) then crotch-hugging panties or a thong will be called for. Wicked weasel bikini bottoms can add spice to the sight.
When the weather permits, crotch-splitting shorts are essential. The pantie-hose under shorts approach was a stroke of genius. Investigate incredibly tight shiny metallised or leather/vinyl shorts if she has the body for it. It’s very important to get the ‘camel toe’ effect as pronounced as possible.
Posture and attitude
Posture is about how she stands, walks and sits.
She has to feel comfortable about what she’s doing or she won’t walk and move well. You aren’t trying to humiliate her or display her at this point, which would be a different matter. You are trying to get her to carry and hold herself suitably for the style of dress you have chosen and the way you want her to look whe she’s at work or walking down the street. Study the way that experts do it already (see above for suitable places to research it), get videos and work with her on how she moves. It’s critical to get her in heels or boots early because it takes a long time to learn how to move well in them.
The bimbo needs to spend a long time perfecting her wiggle, getting the sashaying movement perfect, the slow-but-dim turn of the head and the ability to kiss the air to perfection. Hours of study will be needed and you will have to get her willing involvement. The good news is that girls lap this up (if you’ve picked aright) and will enjoy doing it.
The slut is harder to train. Her overt use of her body as a sexual tool may come naturally to the girl but for many it doesn’t and more study of experts will be needed. Street corner hookers are a good source, though you run the risk of getting a brick through your car window if you try to film them. Angry pimps are poor company. I’ve found that lap-dancing clubs, pole bars and similar establishments are vastly more congenial laboratories for study although the costs can be high if you don’t watch the tips carefully. Take her along and make her observe experts at work, then take her home and coach her to translate the moves into her normal walking and moving style. The bonus of this approach is that not only is it simple and convenient, but if you are lucky you may also find employment for her in one of the establishments provided that she learns the art well. Even better, once she’s working there you will find it much easier to have your pick of the other girls either for yourself or for a three-or-moresome: trust me on this, I know of what I speak.
a bit more about…
“Terry was quite pleased with how you presented yourself, whore. She’s quite perceptive, and pays great attention to detail. You might be interested to know that she commented again on your shape. She asked if I’d corseted you, and she was surprised to know I have not. Had not, past tense. But present and future tense will allow me to tell her otherwise, and soon. I like the thought of your body being confined in that way, and I just know Terry and her friends will be increasingly interested and delighted. I know that frightens you, from the way you breathe in when I say it. But really, it’s not as though sucking cock makes you gay. You either are gay, or you’re not; get used to the idea that it doesn’t matter. What does matter, is what I want; and I want you sucking cock. I’m quite certain you won’t have a problem with that, will you?”
“Of course not, Mistress. You know I trust you, and that allows me to embrace the tasks you give me, knowing that it pleases you.”
“Good gir-, I mean whore. Imagine that, I almost called you girl. Well, no matter. It’s perfectly acceptable for me to make a mistake; after all who is here to correct me? Speaking of correction, I found another choker for you, to add to your collection. Remind me, how you came to have these lovely and perfectly fitting and descriptive chokers?”
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“Of course, Mistress. As you know, Carla was my babysitter for three years, and she helped me to get summer jobs. Each payday she would pick me up, and we’d go shopping for whatever she thought would help me or for what she liked. She always made sure we didn’t spend too much or my parents would have taken control, so i banked at least half of my pay. They were pleased with my politeness and my responsibility, and remarked what a good influence Carla was on me. This probably allowed them to overlook some of the things that were changing about me, my hair length, and my “cleanliness”… no stray hairs, no chipped nails, and my grades were even improved. They didn’t know that when i studied with Carla, she had me wearing lingerie and heels and tied my hands when i didn’t need to write. She actually liked teaching, even though her methods were somewhat different.
My parents had planned a vacation in the fall. They had planned on taking me along, but instead they agreed to let Carla watch me for the 10 days they would be gone. They left early Saturday morning, and Carla and i both hugged them and wished them a safe trip. Mom was so happy to be taking this trip, and was her usual glowing self whenever she got her wish The car crushed and popped on the long gravel driveway, and we went upstairs to watch the car as i pulled through the gate. Once they had gone, Carla blindfolded me and told me she had a surprise for me. She led me from to my Mom’s sewing room, and showed me a pattern and a huge bolt of fabric.
i’d never done anything like this before, well, except for helping Grams with the pillowcases. i was nervous, and unsure, and didn’t really know what this was for, until I read the pattern instructions, “Making Your Petticoats.”
She came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek, pulling me close, slipping her hand down over my abdomen, gently patting my crotch, kneading, and gently slapping me. My words caught in my throat, and she pulled my face to hers, giving me a long kiss, still fondling me. Breathless, i almost fell when she released me. “You can do this, and I’ll help you, part of the way. But this will be YOUR task, and YOUR accomplishment. Besides, I’ve wanted you in petticoats ever since i saw those lovely legs. Yes, petticoats. They will frame you, make you look more delicate, feminine, and helpless. Perfect!”
The pattern came in a package, with very specific directions. There were plenty of pins, and measuring tapes and scissors in the drawers, and the machine was already loaded with pink thread. Carla handed me a smock, and held out her hand. “Give me what you’re wearing, and put this on. That’s far too much clothing for you to wear. Now.”
Slipping out of my shorts and shirt and my underwear, she took the pinking shears and cut them to artful ribbons.
“There. Much better!” She said, as she winked. Now get busy, little sis.” It was Her pet name for me.
It took several hours to cut and gather the cloth properly. Each circlet needed to be shaped and banded, and stitched to retain its shape, and then stitched to the next one, and the next. There were strips of cloth, which she would pick up and wrap around my wrists playfully, pulling my hands behind me as she kissed me again, spinning the chair to put her knee between my legs, nudging me again. She never ever kissed me in a vanilla way. Only when in some manner of female dress, or some sort of restraint on me, would she show me her tenderness, her ability to excite me. She pulled away, and her eyes looked at me, and came to rest on my neck.
“OhhhhH! I have the perfect idea, the best ever use for these scraps. She slipped one around my throat, and stepped back to look. “Hold that, with both hands, holding your hair up, off of the back of your neck. Ohhh… what a pretty choker that would make. Will make. And we have so many to make!!! These can wait until you finish the petticoats, but I’m going to draw up some designs. Keep working, I’m going to make the first one myself.”
Two more painstaking hours passed, and i sewed the waistband around the layers of cloth. The elastic was a little bunched in one place, but other than that, it was a rather good first attempt. Calling to Carla, i held the garment out for her to see. The look on her face was one of delight.
“Robin! You are just the best! I’m sooo impressed that you got this done. Honestly I gave you no chance of completing this today, and here you have it all done!” She took the garment, noting the lumpy elastic, and said “We’ll keep this in the back. Now, put it on. And take that silly smock off, too!”
Handing the smock to her, she lingered a moment, looking at my nude body, and my erection. “Oh… what is this?” She smiled, stepped in front of me, nuzzling my neck, reaching down with one hand to stroke me several times. “Lift your leg”. As i did, she dipped the edge of the waist, my foot slipping inside against the rustling fabric. “And the other,” gently slapping my testicles as my leg rose, exposing them. She made a big deal out of pulling the fabric up and over my knees and thighs,, making sure to catch my genitals on the way up. “Now stand there for a moment.”
Her eyes rolled over my slight frame, the billowing petticoats cascading in an A-shape, extending from my waist to about six inches above my knees. There was a presence in the front, and she chided me for that. Taking a long strip of cloth, she tied it about the head, pulling it back between my legs, wrapping the strip over my cheeks and around my waist. “Much better. More girly. But we’re missing something. Well, several something’s, actually… but for now, I have the perfect addition. Close your eyes and hold your hair up and away from your neck.” Her hands passed by my shoulders, her fragrance teasing my nostrils, the feeling of her skin on mine so slight but intoxicating. And i heard two snaps as they gently fastened together. “Now… let me look at you.”
She stepped back and smiled in her adoring way, as if she had just topped off a wedding cake. “Oh… it’s perfect! Come with me to the mirror, I want you to see this.” Taking me by the hand, we stepped into the bedroom, and stood before the oblong mirror in my parent’s bedroom. There, in the same fabric that comprised my new petticoats, was a choker, several layers of fabric each with letters cut exactly into the cloth. It must have taken an hour or more to cut them so cleanly. She read it aloud just as i was seeing it.
“Yes. Sissie. You *are* my sissie. And the best part is, this is day one. Imagine what we’ll get done by day 7? That’s next Saturday, of course, and we’re having a party. Right here. It will be just us girls. Me, and you, and some of my friends. You’d better behave, or I’ll let them bring their boyfriends later on. You know how things happen late at night at a party, don’t you sissie?” She saw my face redden, and she teased me a little, pulling me onto the bed with her. She kissed me long and sweetly, and pulled at my nipples, gliding her hands over my skin… down to my knees, and along the inside of my thighs before reaching up to wrap the strip of cloth around my sac, tieing it securely, and she began to stroke me slowly and softly. “You’ve been such a good sissie lately. I think you deserve a reward. Up you go, on your knees, and hold your pretty petticoats up.” She stroked me a little faster, her long hair framing her face and breasts. “Yes… look at me. Watch me; see how I look when I do this. Learn. Learn, sissie. And when you get close, you tell me. I don’t want any surprises. You’ll say it like this: ‘sissie needs to cum, Mistress’.. I may make you beg, because I like hearing that.”
She knew that her words were every bit as arousing as her touch, and i blurted out “sissie needs to cum, Mistress” inside of ten seconds or so. She looked straight into my eyes; “Again”.
“sissie needs to cum, Mistress”
She reached to the nightstand, and stroked me to finish me off. i came in several thick streams, and felt some of my cum splash back on the head of my cock. She had placed a glass at the end to catch all my semen, and lifted it up to my lips, saying “Drink” even as she continued to stroke me. “You look so adorable doing that. Honestly, robin. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with you… or should I say ‘what I won’t do with you… but we will find out, won’t we? It’s a shame, I’m so horny, and you’re so small. But at least your tongue and mouth are skilled. Make me cum, sissie. Make me cum.” And with that, she rearranged the pillows, leaning back, spreading her legs, and pulling me by my hair in between them to bring her to her typical two orgasms, her feet occasionally pushing and thumping against me…
Later, she asked me how I felt about the day. She saw my face reddening with confusion and embarrassment, and gently kissed my neck, teasing me briefly with her hands before pulling me close, holding me reassuringly. “I don’t want to hurt you, robin. Quite to the contrary, I want you to grow, and learn how to express yourself in everyway, from your music, to your ideas, to your sexuality, to your love. I can see that your parents don’t do that. They also don’t know what we both know, that you *are* a sissie. It’s not a bad thing. You are attracted to me, sexually. I want to help you understand all that it means to be a sissie so you will be able to make the right choices in life, and not end up in a loveless marriage someday, wondering where your life has gone. So, no – I don’t intend to cause you pain, unless I think it will help you learn. Take the choker, for example. How did you feel when you saw, and felt it?”
“Carla, i-i-i.. was shocked, and embarrassed a little. But I really like it. It’s beautiful, and more so because you made it for me.”. My voice was soft and slight as I averted my eyes from hers.
She pulled my hands over my head with one of hers, and began to kiss my neck, gliding her hand over my body as she slowly slid on top of me. He body undulating, grinding against me. “I have some other ideas for chokers, robin. Can you think of any other names I might use?” She didn’t really want an answer. She wanted me to hear it. Moving her lips close to my ear, she whispered, “bitch”…and pressed herself hard against me. She moaned, which made me shiver with excitement. “Slut… my slut..” she whispered next, gently gliding her nails against my inner thigh. I couldn’t keep myself from responding, and started to pant as I tried to breathe. “My slut… my bitch..” grinding more as she reached for my cock.. ”my sissie… (stroking) .. my pretty, pretty,, pretty. (stroking again)… “whore”.. “ The way she said that, the way she touched me, the way her body felt against mine pushed me to the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. I lay there beneath her, I lay there beneath her, shivering, my body twitching in spasm after spasm, and she smoothed my hair, kissing my face, holding me until I was finally able to relax, and drift off to sleep.
Carla woke me in the morning to let me know that my parents had extended their trip for the rest of the month, and that Mom didn’t want to pull me from my sleep. “I trust you completely with robin, Carla. We feel so lucky to have you there to help us!”
“I told them how happy I am to help. If they only knew, robin. If they only knew!” Carla said as she pulled back the sheets and swatted my thigh. she bent forward, and slipped a collar over my head around my neck and hair quite a contrast to the pink cloth choker still around my throat. It was a very simple dog choker, attached to a chromed leash with a leather loop. “Shower time, sissie. We have a busy day ahead. Many busy days, in fact!”
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“So, whore – you’re a seamstress of sorts? Hmm. I wonder what I can have you make for yourself to wear. We won’t need a lot of fabric for you, will we? Oh, and we need to get your navel pierced. You’re showing a lot of skin in those dresses and crops and halters – we need something to catch the eye, something pretty, glittery. Not rings, like your nipples, but something – oh well.. we can get a ‘mount’ and find assorted bling to attach to it, depending on the look I want. But whore, I want to thank you for telling me how this began. It helps me to understand so much about you, and knowing that your psyche has been impressed at so young an age makes you even better suited to be Mine. Doesn’t it, whore?”
“You know, I think that’s the first time you’ve ever told me you were someone else’s whore. I will have to be sure that we out-do anything she could have imagined. Oh.. how delicious will that be?!?” Her words trailed off as she turned into the bedroom, returning with a small paddle, a vibrator, and a very realistic looking silicone phallus. “Oh look, whore. It has balls, too!”… pointing to the bench already adjusted to accept my body, draped over it, her eyes twinkling as she clicked the locks closed…
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Being a sissy for my sis-in-law
Hi alexa and other sissies…
I am a married closet CD and our sister in law ( Neha) lives with us as she is doing her college. I have had the hots for her for a long time and have often whacked off by smelling her panties and licking her high heels when i am alone..which is quite often, thanks to my wife working for an international firm which involves travelling a lot
the inevitable happened; one day i was wearing her bra ( which was too tight for me) and her panties.Neha had gone for movies with her friends..damn the movies..was sold out and she came back early ( thank God she was alone !!)
i had one f her sandals in my right hand and her used panty in my left and was pumping the other sandals with my pathetic cock.. moaning ..:”neha..mmm” that was when i realised that she was standing right behind me..
rest later….
Dear Mistress Alexa:
The mall was relatively quiet at 11 am on this Monday morning, so that when he removed the shift dress in one swift movement revealing the outrageous lingerie beneath, the disturbance made barely a murmur. They had not even paid attention to the unmade-up man in the dress and heels walk into the center of the mall, after all this was metro-New York. But with this action those in attendance, well, hands flung to face, “oh my God!”, laughter, jeers and cat calls, and, of course, heads turned away that desperately wanted to watch, but embarrassment forbid. It took a few minutes to realize that perhaps someone should call security. By that time the trim, hairless, forty to fiftiesh gentleman dressed now only in a pair of pink and black ruffled boy cut panties, a similarly decorated bustier, spiked heels, seamed stay-up black opera hose, and gold hoop earings, with his dress slung rakishly across his shoulder, had strutted to the exit in his best exaggerated run-way walk.
As disconcerting as this appeared, the woman with him shooting pictures of the entire event was hardly noticed, but he was intensely aware and played every move as much to the camera as to the audience he so desperately wished were larger.
He also knew he did not wish to get arrested. The car was waiting at the exit and they were all gone as quickly as they arrived.
humbly submitted (and yes, if you deem it worthy you may publish)
belle
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Showered, shaved and pantied
Dear Mistress,
I really do miss the sound of your voice and do wish to do your bidding. I am showered shaved and wearing a pink lacy pair of panties with a pink camasol under my clothes. I’ve taken some yarn and tucked my testicles inside of thier resting place and secured my clitty back between my legs. When I move I feel the restriction and it helps me to keep you in mind. I am your girl on the inside. … the more I wear womens undergarments and stay faithfull to you by not touching myself in anyway but what I feel to be approved by you the more I long to be more feminine. I try and think of you allways and am trying to keep myself feminine for you. Outward I don’t look it but underneath i do. I’m thinking of going back and putting on some stockings and garters under my clothes also. The light breezy feelings of the stockings allways bring me closer to my inner fem. I am trying to become all of the things yo tell me I am. The more I dress the closer I am to becoming your XXXX.
A houseboy
Must see!
Angora sweater fetishist
For all crossdressers, with or without sweater fetishes, Johnny Depp’s portrayal of a Hollywood director-crossdresser goes straight to the heart. Watch the scene when Ed Wood (the director) dresses up in a fluffy angora sweater and skirt and reveals himself to his girlfriend.
Young men worship in miniskirts, stockings, and schoolgirl uniforms
Lucky Star is a popular Japanese cartoon series whose main characters are all female with pastel colored hair and schoolgirl dresses. Thousands of young men (in their 20s and 30s) dressed in sailor skirts, pink wigs and stockings, pay tribute to their comic heroines by visiting Washinomiya Shrine, in costume.
Hiroku Tabushi
I love women’s bodies and really want to have one
I want so much to have the beautiful curvey body of a woman, without body hair, with beautiful breasts, curvey butt and soft, soft skin. I want to rid myself of the bulge in my pants and be able to wear silky and pretty panties which cling to my soft smooth feminine form. I would love hair which falls softly over smooth shoulders, slim arms and legs with beautifully painted nails on hands and feet. The thought of sexy lingerie makes me wild with desire and I love to wear it under my male clothing. I love to wear make-up and enjoy the process of applying it – the longer it takes the better!
Why, oh why was I born a man??!!!!
I find myself succombing to wicked cravings….
Oh Mistress,
I find myself succumbing to wicked cravings as I look at the patent leather high heels in front of me. I have such a weakness for lingerie & shoes now after our therapy sessions.
The sensations are wonderful as I begin to roll the Cuban heel, seamed nylons up my freshly shaven legs.
Delicately straightening the seams. Selecting the most satiny pink sexy panties is next as I slide them up to caress my hot mound framed by my garter belt.
Picking from my collection of high heels is only topped by the wonderful feeling of slipping them on and wrapping the seductive straps around my ankles capturing my most secret desires.
I cannot resist clasping the silky straps of my DD bra around my chest and gently pinching the nipples as my new DD breasts feel so sensitive on my body.
Creamy red lipstick and shimmery wet gloss is the finishing touch that makes my lips pout and crave wrapping around you.
Oh it feels so good as I lay back, taste my lips, inhale the scent of lingerie and dream of succumbing to your sensual & wicked transformation. I’m yearning to experience the fulfillment of being captured and changed forever with another session…
Kimberly
Global Sissies Against Islam
In PESHAWAR, Pakistan eunuchs and crossdressers are celebrating the defeat of the Islamist administration in last Monday’s vote. Transgender musicians will now again be free to play their ritual part in Pashtuni social functions. Dancing and singing and swinging their hips and moving their pelvis like women, for example. See details and video in the article by by YAROSLAV TROFIMOV today’s Wall Street Journal
New Feminization Tapes
Peek-a-boo: Dressing you up, in garter belt and petticoats, and then in a peek-a-boo design which lets me see (and monitor) your attentive clitty-cock and tease and taste your swollen nipples.
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Thank you for a wonderful evening. I am not sure if you helped me along my way, but it was so nice to talk with someone who dose not judge and understands.
My wife returns tonight, and i am finding it difficult to remove my nail polish and put my clothes away. i had them packed and ready to go, but now find myself in a pain of blud cotton briefs and a cream colored bra. I have 2 size of inserts one a cup the other c cup. last night i was a c cup, today an a. as i said last night i do not always dress naughty, even though i have the clothes for it. mostly during the day i wear sweaters and skirts many long with hemlines below my knees. i have a few pair of flat shoes, and some 2″ heels that i like to wear as well. I would have some jeans or slacks, but i cant figure out what size i need and of course am not going to try any on. maybe when i lose a few more pounds and get a more feminine figure i will try to find something that fits…
My wife has a friend that lives across the street. She has a key to our house so she can get some papers my wife keeps here for her. One day I was home, not traveling as usual, and was dressed sitting at the computer in our office. that room is directly adjacent to the foyer, and has no other exit. i heard a car door and looked out, and N was walking up the sidewalk, key in hand. I was had.
I had no choice but bolt to the hall bath, putting me right in front of the sidelight windows on either side of our doors. She obviously saw me and did not come in. I don’t think she ever mentioned it to my wife… It is a little scary that she knows this about me as she is friends with a lot of our neighbors. i have had numerous fantasies with her confronting me about my habit. she is attractive with dark, almost black hair, slim and only a few years younger than I . Should I ask her not to tell my wife? — traveler
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A Letter from the Pledge Mistress
Hi, My name is Jen and I am the Pledge Mistress for a clandestine Feminist organization which educates men on how to properly serve women. My fellow Goddeses and I love your site! We were wondering if you might be able to do something. We have many pledges every year that pay us for the training we provide. We do so enjoy toying with them. We were wondering if it is possible to hypnotize a guy, that if he sees a woman putting red or pink lipstick on, he loses complete control and falls to his knees at her feet. Or how about if a woman was dangling a high heel, that he might get the feeling of being kicked in the groin or having his balls grabbed ever so roughly! How could this be done? Do you have any other ideas to get a guy to humiliate himself in public? If you need a test subject we’ve got plenty who are willing!
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Thanks..
♀ Jen Diamante
Pledge Mistress
The Division of The Goddess
Dear Pledge Mistress:
With so many mistresses demanding that their subs be undergo training in servitude and service, I will be publishing a hypnosis tape on this blog for just this purpose. With instructions.
–A
billie in bham AL
i luv this. i’m a sissy boy in AL. I do the chores for my Mommie/Diva. LUV dressin up for boyz and gurls, being humiliated. dig it. dig it. digg it BJG PS THANK YOU MISTRESS FOR LETTING ME POST. I’LL BE A GOOD BOY.
