He’s ready now, you can pick him up anytime.
The problem with virtual sissy reality is that it can get very messy very fast. There are probably warnings in the instruction manual but you will be too busy figuring out the tremendous combination of fantasies.
If you think you can get through a three hour virtual forced feminization beauty salon session without exploding you’re just kidding yourself. I’d be surprised if you last until your shampoo is finished.
So for obvious reasons you will need a vinyl transparent skirt. Its easy to clean and it comes in five colors including clear (is that a color?) I suggest you use a dry one each time to avoid the risk of electric shock, unless you’re into that.
Rumors are that a satin lined vibrating ejaculator and jism catcher will be a standard accessory when you upgrade to the extreme sissy humiliation kit, but that may be a premature predication.
Michael, it was clear after just a few of our sessions that you are, and always have been, for lack of a better term, a sissy. I could tell by your mannerisms and, once I had you in a hypnotic state, I could dig deeper and find that my theory was valid.
You have scores of repressed memories that have been gnawing at you for years. After consulting heavily with my husband, we decided that the best thing for you was to bring out your sissy side and allow her to flourish. Her name is Wendy.
She’s been inside of you since you were ten. It’s not as though you have multiple personality disorder – my husband and I have seen this kind of thing before with other patients. You simply have denied yourself and your needs for so long that Wendy grew apart from you. We’ve brought her out of the dark, shown her the light, and now it’s time to reconcile.
She reached across her desk to an intercom. “Come,” she said. It seemed to only take a second before the door opened, revealing the other Dr. Herzog – my therapist’s handsome husband. “Charles, do come in and help this poor girl out,” she said, indicating me.
This is one of four illustrations that Rocket Dave made me for my caught in panties story a while back. I like this one the best because I think he really captured the sissy walk of shame into the beauty salon. Note: not every sissy has such great legs.
The most important tip is to stay out of her panty drawer. That’s how you got in trouble in the first place!
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…
If you’re like most guys, you have all kinds of erotic fantasies inside your little head. And all it takes is the right picture in a magazine, or something on TV, or even a few words to get you excited.
But your fantasies are special aren’t they? Your fantasies are just a tiny bit different. You fantasize about being dressed as a girl, from head to toe.
Are there a lot of women in your life that you can share your fantasies with? Do they know how you began dressing up so many years ago and why? Do they know how hard it was to put those pretty things back exactly where they were so that no one would notice? Do they know that as much as you tried to keep your dressing up a secret, you fantasized about getting caught and punished by being completely feminized? Do they know about the fantasies you had back in school where the girls would drag you into the bathroom, hold you down, and coat your lips with bright red lipstick?
Do they know about all your other forced feminization fantasies?
The cheerleader fantasy, the lingerie store fantasy, the beauty salon fantasy, the sissy maid fantasy, and all the others that you think about every single day.
But I already know. I know what your fantasies are, how they work and what the most important part is for you. If you can get excited by looking at a picture, just imagine how it would be with me acting out your fantasy word for word. You can lie on your bed in your favorite panties and just listen…
At last it was time for the first victim to make his appearance and there was a gasp from the audience as a young man minced into view dressed entirely in shimmering silk.
His blouse was aquamarine, with a prettily embroidered bodice and big puff sleeves, his short flared white skirt, pushed out by a mass of frothy lace petticoats, reached about six inches above the knees, and he was perched on white stilettos with six inch high heels. This sissy was the latest acquisition of Hilda Bradley, who sat beaming with pride in the front row.
“This is Susan ladies. He’s eighteen years old and he’s been in frilly dresses for, what is it now, three months Hilda?”
“Nearly four Beverly,” corrected his owner.
“And I believe you’re sending him to a Sissy Boarding School next week?”
“The Sweethearts in Silk Academy darling.”
There were murmurs of approval from several of the women who had used this excellent establishment themselves. Beverly flounced out his wide satin skirt and swished the lacey petticoats underneath…
Illustration by RocketXpert on Deviant Art
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…
Voted first place by The National Sissy Association, this sissy training device will give you the confidence you need to perform like a pro when the occasion arises (and I mean that literally).
Enough said, see for yourself:
Teaching a sissy is not all about curtseys and spankings you know? Sometimes they want to learn new things, and I’m happy to teach them if they behave themselves.
Today I took my friend to the park for a lesson. He’s very good at learning and paying attention, but sometimes he has trouble focusing. So to make it easy we went and shot flowers with my camera.
Not only did he learn about aperture, but also how to work on a RAW file in Lightroom and Photoshop. He had virtually no experience with either but was very motivated. I promised him that if he took at least one decent photo I’d take him to the mall for a new dress.
These are two out of about 60 shots of all different kinds of young flowers. I don’t know the name of this one but I thought it was the prettiest. The first was shot in Aperture Priority at 1.8. Click on the thumbnails to see the whole thing.
This next one was shot in Aperture Priority at 2.8. A bit more detail but still with that dreamy effect you get shooting almost wide open.
I think these are fantastic photos for someone that drank a huge cup of coffee and did not use a tripod, but he had a brilliant teacher and more important, patience. The light was not great although soft light usually works well with flowers.
Later this afternoon we’ll go in search of the perfect flower print dress for him, maybe a maxi dress which are on sale everywhere now. Something like this wrapped front floral print maxi dress, which is not only sold out but its $90. Plus we need more cowbell, I mean purple.
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.
Some of you are complaining that one page or 1200 words is not long enough for a great sissy story. So let me give you a tip to make things easier.
Skip the beginning and get right into the action. Whether you’re caught in the closet by your sister or tied up by cheerleaders, resist the desire to describe everything that led up to the situation in minute detail.
Most sissies have limited patience unless tied up, so to make your story more exciting start in the middle. Remember, every reader will have one hand on their mouse and one hand in their panties.
Let me give you a graphic example. This guy seems to be in a bit of trouble. It doesn’t matter how and why he’s in this position, what’s important is what happens next. Ya feel me?
This contest is now over.
I know you guys are either thinking about going out this year, or fantasizing about it.
So I’m having another story contest with a grand prize of 16 Forced Feminization, Sissy Training and Feminization Hypnosis MP3 downloads. MP3s include:
The Mistress, Favorite Things, Practice Panties, The Costume Party, Bedtime Feminization, Bedtime Feminization II, Hypno Girl, Hypno Slut, Mistress Teresa’s Feminization Training, Dressing for Pleasure, Miss Teresa’s Beauty School, Making Marissa, The Goddess Within, An Afternoon with Miss Teresa, Screwed and Lingerie Shopping Made Easy.
The winning story should be fairly short and to the point, figure about 1200 words (your story can be slightly longer or shorter).
Deadline for this contest has been moved up to October 31st 2014.
Send it through the contact form on my website or directly to my email.
On my story contest page are past winners to give you ideas and inspiration, some with free MP3 downloads.
Trick or treat? Yes you can have both.
Note: The lovely Nina pictured below is smiling, possibly because he’s pretty and witty. Your story DOES NOT have to have a happy ending.
Oh, hi honey. You’re waking up, welcome to your new home. Oh, no sweetie, don’t try and move too much, you see, you’ve been restrained very firmly, and will not be getting out of this bed until I think you’re ready to be good.
Do you like your pink satin sheets-they’re slippery huh? Especially when you’re wearing a pink nightie and matching panties like you are.
Why are your legs, armpits and face so soft and smooth and hairless?
Why do you have long, red fingernails and painted toes? Well…we’ll get to that in good time sweetie.
And that bandage around your chest? We’ll get to that too….
The winning story this year is Trapped and Humiliated Sissy by Suzi. And it goes like this…
He couldn’t reply and his mind just spun with what she was going to do. Obviously she was going to drop him as a boyfriend, but what else? He’d never seen her like this and didn’t know what she would stoop to. Maybe it would be telling her girlfriends that she’d dropped him because he’d been caught in her panty drawer or worse, all of his friends. He could just imagine the humiliation of what was ahead of him when her voice cut through.
“So you like these three? Well, you’ve ruined them for me so pick your favorite and put them on. I want to see what you look like in girlie undies.”
She watched him uncomplainingly obey her. He pulled off his t-shirt, jeans, socks and boxers before pulling on the pinkest and frilliest of the three satin bikini bottoms.
I am now having another story contest with the theme once again being crossdressing, sissy training and forced feminization. Mix and match, have fun with it.
The winning story will be published on my story page, and the story contest winner will receive ALL 16 Of My Forced Feminization and Feminization Hypnosis MP3 Downloads as a thank you gift.
The only rule is that your story must be realistic. No magical transformations, no alien dominatrix, and no wipe-on hair remover that leaves your skin smooth as silk in 5 minutes.
Believe me, if there were a hair remover that worked like that every woman on Earth would have it.
I suggest keeping it under three full pages but one page would probably be better. Its not what you say its how you say it.
Deadline for this contest is July 31, 2014.
It’s been said that too much masturbation makes you go blind.
Are you having trouble reading small print these days? Do you wear glasses now that you’re a little older? Do you choke your chicken in a fantasy driven frenzy several times a day?
Well listen, I started wearing reading glasses not long ago and I only masturbate on weekends, and during the week. So what is my point you might ask?
My point is that in this age of technology reading is almost unnecessary. By listening to an audio story not only can you close your eyes and completely get into it, but more importantly both hands are free.
I will be re-recording the first sissy story I ever did in the next few days and make it available for free. It was on my Podcast in several parts but I removed it when I bought better recording equipment. It begins like this:
Hi, honey. Whatcha staring at? You always look so happy when you’re watching me getting dressed. You know, I’ve noticed that about you. You always watch me so closely, while I’m dressing.
Are you wondering what I’m going to wear? Or do you just like seeing me dressing? Do you like seeing me pull on my panties?
Do you like watching as I roll up my pantyhose, slip my toes into the ends of the feet and gently tug the soft nylon up my legs? Ha ha ha. I think you do. I do.
I think you’re just a little bit more interested in your wife’s clothes than a man ought to be. You’re always buying me clothes, aren’t you? I love that.
Most men never think to buy clothes for their wives but you do. Most men would think it a bit odd to take such an interest in their wife’s wardrobe.
What’s funny though, is that while you buy me dresses and skirts and blouses and jackets, and oh, everything – you never buy me the one type of clothing that most men do buy their wives – lingerie!
Ha ha ha. And that’s really funny I think. Don’t you? Hmmm? Because you know what, when I’m getting dressed, its my panties and my stockings and my little lacy under things that you’re most interested in. Oh yes you are…
Teresa: Well, well, well, look what we have here.
Susan: Oh-My-God. He’s wearing your panties and babydoll Teresa! And look-he went through all of your things. He must have tried on everything in your dresser! And there’s lingerie all over the place! Let’s call the Police.
Teresa: Just a minute Susan, I think we should interrogate the suspect, isn’t that what they do on those cop shows?
Susan: Fuck that! We caught a panty thief and he has to go to jail. And we have to tell your neighbors. We have to tell everyone so this doesn’t happen again.
Teresa: But this panty thief is one of my neighbors, he lives right next door.
Susan: Oh My God you know this guy?
Teresa: I sure do, in fact he used to do some chores for me, but things got weird.
Susan: What do you mean, weird?
Hi honey, are you ready for your big day? You’ve been looking forward to this all year haven’t you? Today you get to become the girl you’ve always wanted to be, and its OK, because we’re going to say its for a costume party.
I’ve already told the girls at the salon, and they think its so cute that you want to do everything it takes to become a pretty little girl. By the way, I was on Facebook last night and guess what I saw?
You know don’t you?
I saw my picture posted there with my phone number. That’s the picture I gave you isn’t it?
ISN’T IT YOU STUPID BITCH?
Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me?
I trusted you and you Fucked up big time.
Did you think I wouldn’t find out?
Do you know how many calls I got-Oh I COULD JUST KILL YOU!
Maybe you’d like me to post some pictures of YOU on there? Would you like that? Maybe the one of you in your maids outfit, sucking on my strap-on.
And I could mention that you’re always looking for new friends, how would that be? We could send that picture to your boss too, that would be fun wouldn’t it?
You’re sorry? Well, sorry doesn’t help much now does it? Its too Fucking late for that isn’t it?
I’ve changed my phone number and hopefully no one will find out where I live. But I want you to understand how it feels to have your privacy violated like that. If you’re a good little girl, and do everything I say, I’ll try to forget this ever happened.
We’re still going to dress you up and make you over just like we planned, only I may not be as discreet as I originally promised.
GET THE FUCK OVER HERE-YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!
Now lets get started my little sissy.