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.
I was going through the friends page on my website to check for broken links, and many of the sites listed are gone. So I’ve updated everything and I think you’ll find some unique places to visit.
For example, do you know how to make boobs? The link is right there under Blogs, Guides and Stories.
Among a wealth of information including photo galleries, transformation salons, crossdressing captions and Shibari Art Photography, are must know lingerie resources.
Do you know where to find garter belt panties? Well look carefully and you soon will.
If you do find a link that no longer works please let me know. If you have a related website or blog you would like listed contact me.
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.
Your probably thinking something like-“I don’t want to tell anyone my fantasies, they might think I’m strange”
Well first of all no one will know who its from-you can send it to me through my website using a fake email and name.
Second of all-So What!
Third of all-So What!
Here is the latest anonymous fantasy: From Mr Smith in Washington
I want to be a sex toy for a group of women. It doesn’t matter to me what they look like or who they are. I want to be captured in some way and taken to a place where I cant escape. I am stripped naked and my clothes are thrown away. Every time I say something I am slapped and told to do as I’m told. I keep trying to reason with them and am slapped repeatedly until finally I stop talking. They keep telling me that I have NO CHOICE anymore-and THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT! I am asked one last time if I understand and I say yes very softly.
Once I agree to do anything I am used in any way they want, from licking their feet to their pussy. I must pleasure each one as many times and in any way they ask.
They are now free to do other things to me like spank me, tie me up, and use a strap on to fuck me over and over again.
The key for me is when I agree that I will submit. THERE’ S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT is enough to get me off!
There isn’t that nice? And who knows who sent me this-I wonder if he is in politics,hmmmmm.
So don’t be shy-this is for a good cause: FUN!
As a practicing Dominatrix specializing in Forced Feminization I’m always open to new ways to make the experience more exciting and fun.
Everyone seems to have a special trigger or favorite part that makes it work for them. One of the most popular is the makeup, and specifically the lipstick. To be dressed in silky, feminine, lingerie and seated at the makeup table.
After styling your hair and carefully applying eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and blush, the lips are carefully lined. Then slowly filled in with a matching lipstick with thick, heavily strokes until you begin to taste it.
Turning around you see the transformation completed and you are now the girl you’ve always wanted to be. The perfume, jewelery, and the remainder of your new outfit is just the icing on the cake!
For others, its the part where you are caught red handed wearing panties and bra and have no choice but to admit your secret, and do as you are told.
Then there is the posing for pictures all dressed up in your prettiest clothes, which will be sent to everyone you know.
Or the ever popular being in the middle of various stages of feminization when other girls arrive to join in the fun and help you with your nail polish, walk, and voice.
And we’re not yet even up to being dragged to the salon, the shopping trips for lingerie, and various public humiliations yet!
I’d love to hear what the best part is for you, the highlight of the story that you go through in your mind when you fantasize about these things.
You can tell me-I wont laugh,unless you like that!
I have been getting so much feedback from my website and blog that I thought I would post a few, with their permission of course.
These three people have varying degrees of difficulty with their fantasies and maybe I can help them to understand and accept them if possible, that’s why I started this in the first place.
I’ve always wanted to be dominated by a group of girls. In high school I used to fantasize about them dragging me into the girls locker room at the end of the day and and making me strip. Then they would dress me up as a girl, from lacy white panties and bra to a blouse, skirt and heels. And teasing me all along the way I would have to walk and talk like a girl until they were satisfied, then they would do my makeup and nails. I had many variations on this theme, sometimes being dressed as a cheerleader and going out with them in their car and being dropped off somewhere. The strange part was that I was on the football team and had a girlfriend, although she wasn’t a cheerleader. I still think about this today, many years later.
My fantasy is exactly like the one on your website, caught in panties! I used to have this gorgeous neighbor, she was a teacher, and I always imagined her teaching me a lesson. I would be caught going through her underwear, maybe trying some on and she would catch me red handed. She used to let me watch her house and the dogs so I had the keys. She would threaten to tell all my friends and the neighbors about it and I needed to be taught a lesson. The lesson was to become a girl from head to toe, I even used to imagine her taking me to the beauty parlor to get my hair and makeup done! Your audio was so close I couldn’t believe it, I never thought anyone would have the same fantasy.
This is the first time I’ve ever told anyone about this. My fantasy involves being embarrassed and humiliated until it becomes so intense I become overwhelmed and have an orgasm. I am being told what to to by a woman I know who makes me dress up as a girl. Usually in a store or in front of people. The more degrading and embarrassing the more excited I get. I have no choice but to do this and everyone knows it. The climax is when I’m taken to a beauty salon to be transformed and feminized completely. The strangest part of this for me is that there’s really nothing sexual about it. No one is naked, it doesn’t matter that much what the salesgirls and the others look like, and no one even touches me. Its a complete mindfuck and its caused me incredible confusion and distress over the years. It has affected every aspect of my life and I even had a loaded gun to my head at one time.
Thank you for listening.
Ron mentions that this has caused him problems in all areas of his life which include relationships, love, and sex. To me his fetish is really not that unusual and more or less harmless, but to him its a very serious problem and has even led to a suicide attempt.
What comes to mind is the one bit of psychology I’ve found to be realistic and true, although far from easy : “For the only therapy is life. The patient must learn to live, to live with his split, his conflict, his ambivalence, which no therapy can take away, for if it could, it would take away with it the actual spring of life.” Otto Rank
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.
I have been a Dominatrix for a long time and recently started making audio stories describing some of my favorite scenes. My favorite is the Sissy maid and Forced Feminization. I’d like to put together a longer version (my stories average 3-5 minutes) for a CD and in time a book. The books I’ve seen are usually so far fetched and drawn out that I see the need for quality stories from someone like myself. I’ve seen the look on his face when I tell him that we’re going to the beauty salon for hair and makeup and there’s nothing he can do about it except go and enjoy the humiliation I know he craves.
If anyone has enjoyed my stories and would like to work together on this please contact me.
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!
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?