He’s ready now, you can pick him up anytime.
You see sweetheart, your mother told me you’ve been dressing up in her clothes when she’s not home. And this has been going on for a while now.
You see, she wasn’t sure at first about your dressing up, and asked me what I thought. So I suggested that she keep an eye on your favorite things for a few weeks, to see if they’ve actually been worn.
Apparently these are a few of your favorite things.
It’s just like the song! Do you know that song sweetie? It goes like this:
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes. Silver white winters that melt into spring, these are a few of my favorite things. La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la. La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la…
Friday night. I get to be me again.
Emily welcomes me with a hug. The air is filled with music and the smell of dinner cooking.
“Your outfit is laid out. I think you’ll enjoy it,” Emily says with a pat to my bottom, sending me into her spare bedroom. There I find tonight’s ensemble; a sheer white blouse, a red sweater vest, a short black skirt, a beautiful lacy bra with matching lace panties, stockings, garters, and black Mary Janes. It’s the same thing Emily is wearing.
I shuck my boy clothes and begin dressing en femme with relish. As the soft material enveloped me, I feel a sense of tranquility flow through me. With each layer of female garments, my masculine armor falls away.
Walking confidently on my small heels back into Emily’s living room, she looks up to see me and smiles. “There’s my pretty girl,” she says.
She tells me to do a twirl to show her how I look from every angle. I pose for her and she applauds. “Are you ready for more?” she asks, knowing the answer already.
Back in the spare bedroom, The girl’s room she calls it, she has me sit at the make up table where she helps strip me of more masculinity by feminizing my face, applying foundation, powder, and blush. Lip gloss, eyeliner, and mascara. With each stroke of her brushes, I feel my self-imposed oppression sweep away, and revel in the the liberation of my true self…
This issue features an in depth look at the world of Japan’s SM bars, plenty of news and pictures from DomCon, book and movie reviews, and of course, the world’s best Pro Dommes.
Finding a Dominatrix in your area just got a lot easier.
Most women have no idea what forced feminization is all about, so you need to explain it to them. But you may find that hard to do.
Can you just go up to the women at work and tell them that you like to be dressed up as a girl? Maybe you can, but then what? You want more, you want much more. How will they know exactly what you want to do once your makeup is finished?
Fortunately I have a Podcast episode that will give them some insight into your special fantasies. Yes, I talk about what I would do to you, but unfortunately I can’t be everywhere for everyone.
You might consider bookmarking the link where it can be easily found on your computer. Or accidentally email it to all the girls in your office. Or your girlfriend if you’re lucky enough to have one, or even your wife who probably has no idea.
Remember; the whole secret of existence is to have no fear. That and to always wear clean panties, because you never know who you might meet.
Imagine yourself as the only boy in this school. How would that be?
It would be trouble!
You would be forced to spend every day in panties, stockings, a blouse and skirt, and you would be taught everything you need to know about being a girl.
Don’t be a fool-stay in school!
The 2013 issue of the Domination Directory International provides up-to-date listings of Professional Dominas from around the world, possibly your next door neighbor.
And if that isn’t enough you can read articles and news about dominant women and the submissive men who worship them.
Can you afford your fantasies in these challenging economic times?
Do you have the right attitude to serve a dominant woman?
Are you secure in the knowledge that you have what it takes to be the perfect sissy maid?
Is you safe word short and sweet? Or are you still using an annoying and possibly confusing one like: “OH GOD STOP IT PLEASE!”
This is why you need to do some research before you put on your panties and just show up at her door, assuming you found her door and made an appointment.
This guide is 114 glossy pages so it can be easily cleaned (that comes in handy).
Beautiful, leather clad Dommes are checking their calendar right this second to see if they have time to watch TV. You can be that TV with a little effort and determination.
Now what if you don’t have big enough balls to see a real Dominatrix who can make all your fantasies a reality? Do you give up and hide this book with your panties and nighties?
Hell no, you use it as a conversation starter. Take it to work, or on the bus or train. Women love guys that like to read.
They have no idea that you want to be dressed up as a girl, slapped silly and called Sally. For all they know you have a very socially acceptable, harmless foot fetish. Or maybe a balloon fetish. What kind of woman doesn’t love balloons?
This is a book, a directory, it’s not porn. You are simply a well educated man doing research.
At some point a beautiful young woman with large, firm breasts may sit down next to you and ask: “What ya reading honey?”
DON’T SCREW THIS UP! You want to act very shy and embarrassed (act?). Look her right in those deep blue eyes and say: “Oh nothing,” then let her take the book from you and see exactly what you’re researching.
Remember, she approached you so she is going to take charge of the conversation. A big plus if you’re a shy sissy afraid of girls.
Try this with four of five beautiful, large breasted women. If it doesn’t work out you have the Domination Directory right in the palm of your hands. Then make a few calls.
My new friend Tiffany asked me a question today-how could a real woman enjoy feminizing men? Rather than write her directly and explain, I wanted to share this with anyone who might also be curious.
I am a makeup artist and model which means I love fashion, clothing of all kinds, accessories, and makeup. I am also bisexual which means I no longer had to deal with a typical Female/Male relationship (I did eventually get married and it was a tremendous mistake).
I began helping cross dressers with their clothing and makeup early in my modeling career and I realized that I loved the feeling of power, since basically, finding someone who would not only accept them but help make them pretty was a dream come true.
Later on, I had a friend that needed a place to stay and I thought he would be the perfect roommate. As it turned out that was the understatement of the year!
Michael and I had been friends for a long time. Once he moved in we began to go to movies, dinner, and just hang out almost as if we were dating. One night (this was when I was drinking) we talked about the possibility of becoming closer and I drunkenly blurted out “Actually Michael, the only way I’d have sex with you is if your wore a cute outfit, makeup, and perfume”.
He started stuttering, something I’d never heard him do before, and I made us another drink. He explained, with great difficulty, that that was his dream! And sex didn’t even have to be part of it!
Over the next three months that he lived there we explored every fantasy he’d ever had of cross dressing, forced feminization, and humiliation.
We agreed that we would have a normal relationship during the day until I decided otherwise. When I wanted to play I would say “Oh Michelle” in a teasing, sing-song way and that was his cue. He would answer in a soft, feminine voice and do anything I asked.
First I would play with him at home. I liked to make him look like a slut and would always do his makeup myself rather than teach him. The excitement in his face as I made him blot his freshly painted lips was a tremendous turn on for me. I was now in control of another person completely. I could make him cum just by choosing the right word, phrase, or tone of voice.
Sex was fantastic for me as I used him like a toy. He also was very, very good at eating pussy which was a big plus.
Next came shopping trips complete with him becoming “Michelle” at the store much to the girls amusement. Then the beauty salon, which was a huge fantasy of his. I had arraigned a complete makeover during Halloween week and once he was in the chair made “Michelle” confess that he wanted to be a pretty girl, and that this had nothing to do with Halloween.
Public humiliation, lingerie shows for my friends, loaning him out as a maid to neighbors, chastity devices, and strap-ons became our normal routine until finally he got another job in a different state and had to decide whether or not to take it.
I told him I thought he should since I’d met a woman that I wanted to spend my time with.
Michael did leave that month and we had a three way with him completely dressed as a farewell celebration.
That feeling of power has never left me, and even though I now have sex with women exclusively, I get the same thrill every time I hold up a pair of panties and see them swoon with anticipation knowing that its up to me whether their lifelong dreams and fantasies will cum true this time.
I had so much fun with the last one that I decided to do it again this month. The Rules are the same and it can be up to ten minutes long (Again depending on how its written page length varies). I’d like to stick with the Female Domination theme because we all know that’s the way it ought to be.
“* That’s the way- Oh, that’s the way it ought to be-Yeah, yeah, mama said- That’s the way it ought to stay, yeah, yeah-Ooh ooh, ooh ooh…”
All entries from the last contest will be eligible for this one. I hope to hear from all you bloggers, writers, and perverts. Published authors should consider an excerpt from your book that you can use for promotion. This contest will end on Sunday, September 13 which is National Grandparents Day this year.
Another perfect story though too long for this contest: Dressing For Pleasure
* That’s The Way from Led Zeppelin III
A discussion came up in FetLife today about humiliation and why some people like it. Most people seem to have trigger phrases that either gets them going or gets them off.For example,”Big Boy”,did it for Portnoy in “Portnoy’s Complaint.”
Most of my female friends have a similar trigger phrase that they think about during sex or masturbation.It may be “That’s a Good Girl” or “Sit on Daddy’s lap” or “Bend Over Honey”,or any of a thousand variations,but you get the idea.
The idea of being humiliated and/or embarrassed as a form or sexual gratification has always intrigued me.For many men this is a necessary ingredient and essential for them to complete their fantasy.Especially if their fantasy is Forced Feminization.As much as they go to tremendous lengths to avoid it in real life,they want to be punished by a group of women.Made to wear feminine clothes such as a frilly nightie and panties.Laughed at,teased and ridiculed.And stripped of all dignity and masculinity if only for a short time.
No doubt this has caused tremendous guilt and conflict as well as paid for more than one psychiatrist second home! I’ve discussed this in great length with one of my subs,lets call him Mark C for the sake on anonymity.Mark is a lawyer in a small town on Eastern Long Island and drives a green Jaguar with vanity plates that say MARKME.Is that too much information? (I’m sure there are several green Jags out there,forget that thing about his plates).Mark and I have known each other for a long time.We met after he was married to his first wife for almost a year.He told me about his fantasies and I didn’t have a problem with it at all.But I’m not his wife and was only seeing him for a few hours at a time.
Mark’s fantasy has always been about a group of women capturing him somehow and teasing him.It started with just that when he was very young,and progressed to more intricate scenes with specific details that had to be there for it to work.For example,by the time he was in his teens in high school, he was fantasizing about being caught by a group of hot girls,blackmailed into doing whatever they ask,and being forcibly feminized and humiliated by them.This became the only way he could get off,and while his friends dreamed about getting into girls panties he dreamed about wearing them!
Fortunately Mark became close to a girl who wasn’t really sure about her sexuality and they began dating.She never let him go further than playing with her breasts and kissing.Which was perfectly fine with Mark because now he had a girlfriend and he wasn’t that interested in straight sex anyway.I don’t think he ever told her about his fetish but it was a great relationship because she needed time to figure things out as well as him.
Mark is now married to a great lady that I’ve met briefly,who is very much into the BDSM lifestyle.She has certain unusual fantasies as well and they have a very successful relationship fulfilling each others needs.I’m thrilled that he has found such a woman and realize that he is very,very lucky to have her.I was going to say the majority of people I’ve met,but lets say that many people I’ve met with similar fantasies are no where near as happy and fulfilled as Mark.They have either told their partner about their fetish with terrible results or have kept it to themselves,along with their guilt and confusion about it.
I still have no idea what creates these different desires and fantasies in men and women.Whether its a woman who fantasizes about wetting her pants,or a man with a love for feet,or a Dominant woman who learned after a long time what she loves and divorces her husband and does it.I wish I could do more to show people that everyone is different, and that if you have something that gives you pleasure and doesn’t hurt anyone else then go ahead and enjoy it.But things are never that simple and its really not that unusual for a women to be shocked when you tell her that you want to wear her clothes and go ice skating.Unless you are telling me, because my skates are sharpened and ready.
Last night was Michael’s lucky night, or so he thought! We had arranged a night of fun indulging him in his fantasy to be caught,feminized,and punished for stealing my panties. I just hope he enjoyed it as much as we did!
My neighbors Susan and Bonnie were over as well as two students from Susan’s beauty school.One was Cindy, the beautiful girl/boy that now works at the school and the other was Lisa,a tall, athletic makeup artist who is also studying martial arts. Lisa was to be my muscle and surprise Michael as he attempted the staged robbery. I left two packages from Victoria’s Secret on my front porch that he couldn’t miss.
We were in the middle of listening to one of Bonnie’s famous dirty jokes over drinks when Susan thought she heard something. I almost forgot what we were going to do I was having so much fun with my friends. I turned down the music and we heard a dog barking off and on from three houses down. Lisa jumped up and told everyone to be quiet. She had turned into a ninja at some point after her third drink.
We sat there trying not to giggle at her seriousness and she went to the side door that leads to my porch. Michael was going through the bags probably waiting for someone to come walking out calmly and approach him. Lisa saw him under the dim porch light and charged him slamming him into the wall. She had gone from ninja to fullback in 3 seconds.Then she started screaming like a crazy person for us to come out.
“What’s the hell is going on out here?”, I said.
“I don’t know why this guy is out here on a night like this but I want to find out. Get up you piece of shit!”, and once Michael stood up Lisa grabbed him and literally threw him inside onto the floor of my living room.
It took him a second or two to realize that we were taking this very seriously.The five of us stood there watching him,waiting for him to say something.
“This is my neighbor Michael from down the block,fancy meeting you here Michael. What are you doing?”
“He was going through your Victoria’s Secret stuff when I found him. I forgot we left it out there.”
“Is that right Michael?”
“Wait a fucking minute, I want to know what this creep is doing here and why he was going through your stuff”, Susan said trying to sound angry.
I started to open the bags and take out the new lingerie I had bought earlier that day. It was an adorable knit eyelet-trim nightie in baby pink with matching panties.
“What did you think you were going to do with these Michael?”, I asked calmly.
“I-I was just looking Teresa, I stopped by to say hello”
“Bullshit! I’ve told you NEVER to stop by without calling!
“What do you think girls? Michael says he wanted to say hello.”
I want to know what you were going to do with the lingerie”, Bonnie said for all of us. “Were you going to take it home and jerk off into it?”
“I’ll bet he was going to wear it! Were you going to try it on and pretend to be a girl?”, Lisa demanded.
“Of course he was Teresa, he’s just like the sissies at the salon. I think Michael wants to be Michelle”, Susan said smiling.
“Well this is very interesting, Michelle. Does everyone at work know that you really want to be a girl and wear pretty lingerie, Because they certainly will now!”
“I was just, I just, wait a minute, I-I think I should go home now.”
“Nonsense Michelle, you came to the right place tonight to become the girl you want to be.Susan owns a beauty school and Cindy And Lisa are students there, Bonnie is a teacher and I know how much she like to teach a good lesson, right Bonnie?”
“Absolutely Teresa, and I think Michelle here is in desperate need of a good lesson, one that he wont soon forget. I could get this all on video and you could put it on your website, and even you tube!”
“That sounds great Bonnie, doesn’t it Michelle? Once your friends find out about you I’m sure they’ll want to see pictures. What do you say girls, don’t you think we should help Michelle out?”
“Teresa, lets forget the whole thing OK, this was a stupid idea.Tell them,tell them what we planned.”
“They already know sweetie, and they came over to help.”
“I changed my mind-I’m going to go home, I’m sorry.”
Before I could open my mouth Lisa went over and slapped him. We stood there a little surprised and waited to see what she would do next.
“Listen Michelle, first of all shut the fuck up! You will speak when spoken to from now on.”
“But Lisa, I…”
SMACK! She hit him so hard I swear I heard it echo off the walls.
“You’re a slow learner Michelle. I’ll say this one-more-time. You are going to do exactly what we tell you to do. We’re going to make sure that you remember this night for the rest of your life! You are going to wear that lingerie that you like so much and we will help you with your makeup. Then you will paint your nails to match your lipstick and learn to walk for us in heels until you get it right. Bonnie is going to video tape the whole transformation and you are going to pose for as many pictures as we want. And when we feel that you’ve become feminine enough and look and smell pretty enough we are going to teach you to suck cock like a pro. Cindy has something she wants to show you, don’t you Cindy?”
Michael looked like scared dog and seemed unable to speak. Cindy walked over with a huge smile on her face and stood right in front of him. She lifted up her skirt, pulled down her panties and pulled out her tremendous cock waving it at Michael.
“Surprise!”, she said proudly.
“No I can’t , wait a minute, oh-oh.”
But it was too late. Lisa kicked him in the balls and we all shuddered as he grabbed himself in pain. I almost felt bad for him but I knew that he had to learn that sometimes it hurts to be a girl, and that pain and pleasure are two ends of the same stick. And he would learn all about that later as that stick was in his mouth and the camera was rolling, and he got what he asked for.
One of my close friends has a fantasy about being caught stealing lingerie from a clothesline and being completely feminized and abused by a houseful of sexy women and girls. I’m going to make this cum true for him and would love to hear your suggestions. I’m planning on having some friends over one night for drinks and we will be well prepared for a “possible” robbery!
I promise to write about it in graphic detail later this week.
Susan and the girls had so much fun last week with her model student that they asked me for more volunteers for her beauty school. That not only wasn’t a problem but I had friends begging me for the chance! So it was another win-win situation. The boys finally got to live out their fantasy and the girls had a ball. But everyone wanted a little more.
Most of the guys wanted to be more than just another pretty face. They wanted to continue the teasing and humiliation in all kinds of strange and interesting ways. The most common fantasies were getting caught and punished or the girls get revenge themes. They wanted to be spanked, whipped, tied up, probed, and serve in any way they were asked.
Well, it’s hard to resist that kind of offer especially when they want to pay for the privilege! So Susan and I discussed setting up a part of her house for this new service. I assured her that there would be no shortage of customers and advised her to start slow. She acted like she had been a professional Dominatrix all her life and was confident she could handle any situation. I felt she needed a guide so I called my good friend Raven who is a pro. The timing couldn’t have been better as she is having her house renovated and need a place to stay for a couple of weeks. She offered to help teach Susan, and one of her students who is very much into this, about the fine art of Dominance and Submission.
They’re already talking about making video’s and taking out ads and I think its going to work out very well. A new Mistress is born and she owes me a favor! And I have some very good ideas about how she can pay me back.
Last night I went to be best Halloween party ever! I was dressed as a biker guy wearing jeans, a leather jacket and mustache. My girl Ashley went as a very sexy whore, in a short red corset dress with high heels and fishnets. I had invited my new neighbors Bonnie and Susan, who really got into the spirit and dressed as master and slave in gorgeous latex outfits.
After stopping at a few bars, I wanted to get to the party even though we were causing all kinds of trouble and driving the guys crazy. Bonnie finally agreed and we got a round of applause as we left.
The party was at a large mansion overlooking the water in Belle Terre in Port Jefferson. By the time we got there it was in full swing, and these people know how to party! There were two floors of people in various stages of dancing and playing and a lower level which was converted into a Dungeon. Susan and Bonnie grabbed drinks and mingled while Ashley and I danced a slow dance to “In The Still Of The Night.” I was in heaven with my arms wrapped around her, and one of my favorite love songs playing, and we had the floor to ourselves. I could have gone on like that forever, but the music ended and we went into an extra bedroom.
An old friend came in to say hello and was oblivious to the fact that we were kissing and wanted to be alone. He was wearing a Marilyn Monroe costume and actually looked very pretty. He kept flirting with me, and in his best Marilyn voice told me he was a bad girl and needed to be punished.
Normally this would have been something I’d have fun, with but I was busy and he just wasn’t getting the message. I had him lie on the bed and take off his dress. Ashley got some rope from the host and we tied him up like a pig. I promised him we’d be right back and left him there.
I found Tom and his wife (the owners of the house) and explained what I wanted to do. They set up a video camera and Marilyn started to look a little worried. Then we made an announcement on a speaker that Marilyn Monroe would be giving head to anyone that wanted it, and that we were going to try to set a record for the most BJ’s in one night.
Most of the party headed towards the bedroom and there were plenty of happy volunteers. They brought their drinks and watched the action while waiting their turn. Ashley and I found another room for ourselves and locked the door.
When we left the party several hours later the action was still going on with Marilyn and as I saw flashbulbs going off and heard the cheering, I knew that this was one of those rare occasions where everybody gets what they want, and that whether he ended up breaking the record or not this would go down as the party of the year.
We’ll see you in the movies Marilyn!
The story requests that I’ve been getting lately are so similar its like there’s a secret club somewhere full of guys in business suits wearing expensive watches that all have this desire to be punished and humiliated. They either want to be blackmailed into being submissive and doing anything I tell them to do or they want to be blackmailed into becoming a sissy slut and doing anything I tell them to do. I think its so fascinating the way the human mind works and the things people want to do, or think they want to do. I’m just wondering where these guys were when I was younger and looking for a job, or for someone to mow my lawn, or help me move. Now If I need help with something I can offer a good old fashioned over the knee spanking or a lesson in walking in heels and the phone rings off the hook! Life is funny that way.
I met my new neighbors over a few glasses of wine the other night and we really hit it off. They are a lesbian couple in their mid twenties. Bonnie and Susan(not their real names) are both tall, blue eyed blonde’s and they look like they should be models. I’m very attracted to them both and am going to see how close we become over time. Bonnie is an art teacher at a community college and Susan runs a beauty school, so we already have a lot in common.
By my fourth glass of wine I was feeling very comfortable with them and showed them my website. While Bonnie was telling me about graphics and how she could help me learn Photoshop, Susan was more excited about the cross dressers and the beauty salon stories. She had trouble believing that a guy would really want to be feminized and humiliated like that. I assured her that thousands of guys are into that and showed her two places that advertise online doing professional transformations. One is not far from where we live.
Susan was very excited about this and asked me if I thought there was a market for another one. I told her I didn’t think she was quite ready for that but I have a friend who would give anything to be made over by her and her students at her school if she wanted to see how she liked it. I showed her pictures of my friend Michael who I had helped turn into Michelle so many times before. Maybe she was a little drunk but she said she thought it was a great idea and was going to talk to her next class about it. I didn’t really believe her but said that I could call call my friend anytime she was ready, and we soon said goodnight.
Susan came over the next night with two friends and they wanted to know more about my friend Michael. I was really amazed that they was so excited about doing this and I encouraged them with other pictures and stories of my experiences with feminization. They said they were ready for Michael any night he was available so I called him.
When I told him about the offer to use him as a model for a class at Susan’s school he got so excited he had to put down the phone and use his inhaler. About all he could say was When! I let him introduce himself to the girls and they set a date for next Monday. He agreed to let them do his hair, nails,and makeup, as well as dress him in outfits they would choose for him.The only other thing he had to agree on was to let them take some glamor shots of him after they were finished to be blown up into posters for the School Gallery. He said yes without much thought and said he had to get off the phone. I told him how lucky he was and he agreed and I could swear I heard him trying to muffle a moan of pleasure.
To be continued…
Today I had some fun with my new friend Sandy, or Sandra as she became later in the day. She wanted to act out a fantasy she’s had for a long time and I was happy to help. She wanted to be my maid and to be ordered around and verbally abused. Well my house needed cleaning anyway so I left her with the vacuum and went out for a ride. Arriving home with four of my girlfriends we found Sandra dusting away in her cute little maids outfit. She seemed embarrassed but excited. We all had a few drinks earlier but my friend Amy was the most lit. She had been having a rough time with her boyfriend lately and decided to take it out on poor Sandra. The rest of us sat on the couch and watched as Amy took charge.
First she ordered Sandra to fix us a round of drinks and then become a table for her to put her feet on. After that she made her sing “I’m a little teapot” in a high voice and when she finished and curtsied as ordered, Amy decided that she didn’t do it right and had to be spanked. Told to bend over and pull down her ruffled panties Amy started spanking away hard until her hand hurt and I got her a paddle. It was funny at first and we were all enjoying the show until the spanking got much harder and Sandra began to ask for mercy. That really got Amy going and to make a long story short she beat the hell out of my little sissy maid. It finally seemed to be over and Amy sat back on the couch looking like she just had an orgasm! Lighting a cigarette she dismissed Sandra who ran into the other room with tears running down her face. I went inside to apologize and found Sandra furiously playing with herself and moaning.
I left her to finish and told my friends who were as surprised as I was. Except for Amy who wanted to know when Sandra could come to her house to do her laundry and cleaning. After the girls left I found Sandra still in her outfit cleaning my bathroom. She told me that this was the most exciting thing that ever happened to her and couldn’t stop thanking me.
Now Amy has a full time maid who does her cleaning and chores in exchange for some beatings and Sandy is happier than ever. Don’t you love a happy ending?