Lily Charolette my French Sissy Poodle wanted to share something, so I finally took off her ball gag today and she said she wanted to share these images with you all. Before she could scream for help I put the ball gag back in her mouth, "Mmmmpphh!" and threw her back in her cage.
"Bad sissy! Back in your cage!"
(Slams the kettle cage)
What do you all think of these, I like the second one actually, it has a definitive absoluteness of it.
Some wise words, when things get hard and you feel like you are on the receiving end of life.
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| Image: "Jay" (Submissive Husband in Phoenix) Words: Annabelle B |
Link: Submissive Husband in Phoenix Blog
Written by Tulip Fancy
Our girl is taken to hair salon where she is starting to be one the girls and hears the gossip of the ladies' bedroom life and recalls her own experiences as the "woman" in the bedroom.
Sally handed out the capes. I wasn't wearing one of my new corsets, just a normal girdle although Kelly did reattach the garter tabs, so I could wear my new stockings. She said wearing stockings has really improved the way I walk. I know it has made me very self-conscious. Every little step brings a little tug. So, when Sue tied my cape and got me to sit and lean back into the sink it was no trouble. This part I really like, having my hair washed and scalp massaged by someone else is Heaven, even if the rest of the process is mild torture.
Listening to the girls and woman chatting, discussing the men in their lives. Often made me question things that I thought I knew and were common knowledge. Maybe things are not how I thought they were. Things that my wife explained to me in the past.
Contrary to what I was led to believe, it almost seemed like some women enjoyed receiving a man's penis even when they weren't planning to have children.
When I wanted to enter my wife in bed for a change she told me, "The only reason a man would use his penis in a woman and would allow him, is to make children." After that, I never tried to initiate "traditional" sex again. She made me settle to allowing simply my tongue to touch her vagina to satisfy her. The man would take pleasure from knowing he has done a good job for his wife and just discharge in the night naturally because it was just waste sperm...sperm that would never go into her. Or perhaps the wife will help in another way, like my wife has lately. And like the help I had to give our neighbor Derick, sucking his cock. Although I mostly try to put that out of my mind. I think I can still smell and taste his discharge sometimes particularly when my wife is making love to me with her dildo.
I remember at the time noticing that Derick still got very ridged, particularly just before he discharged his semen into my mouth. I thought at the time it must be because they were again trying to get pregnant with his wife Doreen (I was "helping" a neighbor). I'm not so sure now. It must be quite annoying, becoming randomly stiff. Thankfully my wife showed me how to cure it. After about a year wearing a pipe ribbon, I was cured. I haven't needed it for a couple of years now but my wife likes to see it. She says it makes my pipe look petite and dainty and will continue to reduce its size and make my panties and girdles fit better and more comfortably.
I don't really believe half the things that the woman at the hairdressers says about their men. I think they just like to gossip. I don't behave in a way they say their men do and I doubt they do either. Like the men at the diner, I think the woman are just mouthing off to their friends.
As the foils were being taken out of me hair. I could see what Kelly meant about the contrast of the caramel highlight on the brunette colour I was given last week. It was a little more striking than I had imagined when Kelly told me what I was booked in for. I will definitely be wearing a scarf over it on the bus on Monday.
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| Kylie Gable |
Kylie Gable has allowed me the pleasure of hosting one of her very sexy feminization stories The Burglars Brought Panties. A story about two sexy cat burglars whose latest target is a hot shot millionaire who is in for a night he will never forget when he gets tangled with a pair of femme fatales!
Sample:
Before he even knew what was happening, I had his wrists very securely pinned behind his back and Maggie was binding them in place. Maggie was an extremely talented self-trained Shibari expert, but this was just a simple behind-the-back tie. Pulling his comforter off the bed, I could see that he was sleeping in bikini underwear. I ripped them off him. Men are always so vulnerable when they're naked. Maggie took another length of rope and tied his ankles just as tightly together as she had tied his wrists.
"Don't bother struggling," I warned him. "My partner knows how to tie a knot and, when she ties up a man, he stays tied."
"What's going on?" he asked confused. "You're those girls from the party tonight, aren't you?"
Damn! He was smarter than we thought, but I'd worry about that later. I flipped him over onto his back. It seems that Arthur P. Bridgewater had a very tiny cock for someone with such a long name so I made a note to get some pictures of it later.
"Well this is interesting, Artie," said Maggie. "We need to get the combination to that safe of yours.”
“You seemed to be very free with information at the party, so how about it?” I asked. “What's the combination?"
"Eat a bag of dicks, you filthy bitches," he spat.
What a nasty mouth he had. Maggie and I looked at each other, grinning under our masks. This was going to be fun. We left him to flop around on his bed for a few minutes while we set up what we wanted in his bathroom. It didn't take long.
If you have never read a Kylie Gable story, this is a wonderful story to get to wrapped up in her smart sassy style of feminization featuring bondage, femdom, and of course forced feminization, and we will find out just why The Burglars Brought Panties
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I apologize, a day late and Tulip Tuesday came on the weekend. I'm looking forward to what we will have for the blog here. I think I'm due to write an essay on my love and appreciation for this genre. By the way, my favorite is the first one. Its the decoration and refinement into the submissive role of change that I find appealing. Which is your? Thank you Pris Pris
Written by Tulip Fancy
Our favorite feminized "Homemaker" is put in her rightful place... in the kitchen.
"It is important that you aways wear heels in the Kitchen. It is by far the best way to gain confidence in them. Whatever you are doing concentrate on keeping your poise and elegance. Turning from sink to fridge. From fridge to range and back to sink. Opening high cupboards, opening low cupboards. There is no better training ground than the kitchen."
These were the words that Kelly has drummed into me. Now with the added complication of my new corset these words came flooding back into my mind. The almost painful constriction of my waist. The new sensation of having stockings suspended from my corset. How was I going to get through the day. Just emptying the dishwasher. Even leaning forward only a little I could feel the tug of my back suspenders. It was such an alien feeling. I don't remember it being this hard when I was given my first heels. 'Ok,' I said to myself, 'Man up, you can do this.'
I decided to put all the dishes on the counter top. That would involve just one set of movements, sorting them by cupboard as I unload. Then take each stack to each cupboard. Another set of movements. Economy of movement seemed to be the way to go. Always keeping Kelly's words in mind. This was going to be a long day.
I had tried on my new day corset for the first time the other night with Kelly. She had set the laces and then over an hour or so reduced it by another inch. She had also bought twelve pairs of stockings. A combination of day wear and evening wear. I had worn stockings before, but only in the bedroom for my wife. I had found it quite embarrassing. Feeling tacky like some Cheap Tart. My wife seamed to sense my discomfort and did not ask again.
When I showed them to Kelly, she said, "No wonder they didn't put you in a romantic mood. They are cheap and it looks like Aunty bought them at an adult shop."
She really has no idea. My new ones felt deferent though. My discomfort was not the look and feel but rather the constriction. The garments looked and felt very classy. The stockings were very light and delicate to the touch. Not like the ones I had worn before or the tights I normally wear to work. After a bit of practice adjusting the tab lengths she was satisfied. After she loosened it just enough for me to undo the front eyelets, I took it off and put it in the draw next to my other two. I noticed my Valentine one had a different pair of stockings placed on top. I thought they must be 'special'.
Kelly told me to wear it on Friday. I would have to ask my wife to tighten the laces.
"Don't be surprised if you make her late for work," she said with a wink.
My wife was still at the breakfast table reading the paper when I came down and bashfully asked her to tighten my laces. I had my back to her but could feel her eyes boring into the back of me as she stroked my bottom and the suspender running through me panties. After tying me off tight she lustfully savaged my neck from behind while holding my narrowed waist in her hands before raising them up to my cups and biting my ear lobe.
"Mmmm....you are so perfect Tulip, my pretty little wife," she groaned into my ear. Her breathing was heavy, she wanted me that very moment.
I was perfect in her eyes, my wife had made me into her ideal version of a delicate domestic trophy wife, when in reality I was the one that had been "Domesticated"!
"Your waist is going to look so beautiful," she said, now that I had decided to start figure training while grinding into me.
I thought, I was just practicing for Valentine's day. Regaining control of herself, she slapped hard my bum as she walked away to grab a couple of extra pads before going off to work. Thank goodness she had to leave to work. Leaving me a little breathless and unsteady. I could still feel the attention she had given my neck later in the day under its mask of concealer and powder. I would be getting my own back tonight. It is Friday and I get to satisfy my wife as a husband should....even if I was no longer the "man" in bedroom, being on my back in bed later that night with my wife thrusting into me in Amazon Position reminded me of that.
*********************************************************************************(Apologies to the author Tulip and readers, I wanted to publish this on Tuesday)
Agnes Charlotte sent this one. I think it captures well the european feminization style well. She also added a caption below.
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Agnes charlotte often accompanies her owners at very private fetish parties where her almost total nakedness contrasts with the rich cocktail dresses of the ladies and the impeccable tuxedos of the gentlemen gathered there. Her exposed clitty shows to all that she what she was originally, and the beautiful object she has now blossomed into. The long hours of gym and ballet at the Thorpe Sissy Slave Academy have paid off and she did not mind crouching in her incredibly high heels for the duration of the evening….what she minded though was the patronising tone of the Real Men there, and the fact that some deliberately miss, and splattered her with the thick sperm. |
