This grrl is ready for the Super Bowl. Master has invited his friends over and this sissy slave is ready to be the perfect hostess. I have several special cheers planned. I’ll be serving beers and snacks to the boys, but also hand jobs and blow jobs as requested. Master loves loaning me out. He gets so turned on watching me pleasure his friends. After they go home, Master makes sure to spank me for being such a slut.
The day was going so well and then this! I was dusting the living room and then the phone rang and I spun around and I knocked over this vase. Mistress was just looking for a reason to tan my hide, and I just 'served it to her on a silver serving tray'. The look of unbridled joy on mistress's face is always so scary. How could I be so careless?
Mistress is watching her alma mater in the big bowl game. She has invited her friends, all dominants, both masters and mistresses. She has me, her sissy slave dress in my special football outfit and server her guests drinks and snacks. During commercial breaks I perform my specially choreographed cheers for the audience. If mistress’s team scores, I must kiss her boot for each point scored. If the other team scores, I must present to a guest, for his or her choice a paddle, belt, whip, or cane and present my ass for as many blows as the opponent scored. Unfortunately, for my poor ass, it was blowout for the other side.
Mistress yelled at me for not plucking my eyebrows. I brought up my heroine, Cara Delevingne. My Mistress said "good point" and spanked my ass anyway. Sissies never win debates. <sigh>
(Testing where Tumbler is these days with my kind of postings - kisses)
Seriously people any suggestions for a new website- to replace tumblr form my little posting/blog?
Farewell (the sex police have apparently caught up to me)
Well gurls, it's been fun, but Tumblr has decided that my fem domme short stories and pics are just too racy for Tumblr. My postings, which are all about sissy maids, pegging, bondage, by consenting adults has been declared crimethink - see George Orwelll's 1984. I'm off to a new site where I won't get blocked by the 'sex-police'. (I guess tumblr is going to be just postings about your pets, or something, sigh. My cat is very cute, but c'mon, it's a cat.) Any thoughts of which service to use? Ghost, Mastodon, new Tumbl? Thoughts? I would appreciate your feedback. If you enjoyed my postings - please follow me to the site, wherever it may be.
Farewell (the sex police have apparently caught up to me)
Well gurls, it's been fun, but Tumblr has decided that my fem domme short stories and pics are just too racy for Tumblr. My postings, which are all about sissy maids, pegging, bondage, by consenting adults has been declared crimethink - see George Orwelll's 1984. I'm off to a new site where I won't get blocked by the 'sex-police'. (I guess tumblr is going to be just postings about your pets, or something, sigh. My cat is very cute, but c'mon, it's a cat.) Any thoughts of which service to use? Ghost, Mastodon, new Tumbl? Thoughts? I would appreciate your feedback. If you enjoyed my postings - please follow me to the site, wherever it may be.
Mistress believes that frequent, aggressive dildo training, reinforces my innate submissive qualities that she desires in all of her sissy slaves. I am only allowed to climax from the penetration of my ‘boi pussy’, and my worthless pathetic dicklette remains caged at all times. I have learned to crave her dildo. She says that she has fucked away my last few remaining shards of masculinity, months ago.
When Mistress first enters me from behind, and penetrates my boi pussy, I always moan. I can't help myself. I love the feeling of total submission, of total surrender to my dominant, as her shaft enters into me. Sometimes I often exclaim "make me you bitch!", or "fuck me!", or sometimes a simple "I love you."
The vast majority of may day, I spend in my French maid's uniform performing my chores and serving my Mistress's every whim or desire. On those rare occasions when I am out with her shopping, taking a walk, or running an errand; I am always dressed in the most 'sissified' of clothing. Pink and rows and rickets of lace is absolutely mandatory. It took me a little time to get used to the stares, and sometimes the laughter or the taunting, but I do adore my special outfits, and it makes Mistress happy, so I am happy.
Mistress didn’t break me. I surrendered to her. I had always been attracted to strong woman. When we met on a very ‘specific’ dating app, my profile said, ‘I was open to anything.’ On our first date, we met at a coffee shop, I wore my male clothes, but I was all sissy underneath. You could, if you were looking for it, see the the outline of my bra cups. We played a guessing game, where Mistress had to guess the color of my panties (I avoided the obvious choice of pink, which would be usually right.) It took a few guesses, because. I wanted to make it a little difficult, I was in an alligator print. For the next date, Mistress insisted that I ‘let her out.’ We went to a gender queer friendly cafe, and I showed up in my ‘little black dress.’ Mistress approved. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to find someone so supportive, but also, clearly taking charge of our relationship. She ordered my drink, my dinner, a salad, and fed me nibbles of her desert. I demurely accepted each forkful into my willing mouth. After dinner, we went to a dance club and danced the night away. At midnight, she kissed me hard and I welcomed her tongue into my mouth. On our next date, we talked for hours about my hopes and expectations in a relationship. It was difficult to tell anyone, that I wanted to be dominated, that I wanted to be tied up, spanked, and fucked with a dildo. Mistress coaxed it all out of me. At the end of our discussion, which really was an interview; Mistress handed me a box, with a pink leather collar and my 'new' name, 'Hyacinth' on it. Tears ran down my cheeks, as my darling Mistress collared me, right there in the restaurant.