Surrender Sunday: "Final Phase"

Image source: Insensatez 

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I combined Insensatez's image with Zontar's Government of Female Supremacy concept. Please see "New Type of Woman" for further context.

(This entirely fictional, all characters are over the age of 18)

Woman Domination Wednesday 11/26/25

 

I will be back in the evening honey.

Have a nice rest, sweety

(Short Story)Tuesday Tulips: Tulip Gets Ready for the BBQ

Tulip Fancy

Our "girl" Tulip gets ready for a neighborhood BBQ

It had been a few weeks in the making but the day of our BBQ had arrived. My wife was up early and got the lawns mowed and the back yard cleaned up with the help of Derick from next door. They put up a temporary shelter and a wind brake around the BBQ. I tried to help with the fold up tables but they were too heavy and my wife shooed me away. Doreen suggested I help her with the centre pieces. I liked that and found that I could use skills I'd learned while hat making at work and I was less likely to break a nail. 

         Kelly and I had been debating for a couple of weeks whether or not I should go bear legged or not. She eventually decided that I should but would need a little temporary colour on them. So, the night before she came round and sprayed my lower legs and feet with a bit of spray tan. She said it would wash off in a couple of days. She was adamant that I maintain my waist training and had just added a sleeping corset so as not to lose the gains I had made during the day. The sun dress I would be wearing was cut to fit my restricted waist so there was no getting out of it. I had my new sandals to wear. They were gold with thin straps and had a block heel so I could walk on the grass. I had embarrassingly asked for a higher heel in the shop much to Kelly's amusement. It had taken me so long to get used to higher heels I thought if I went down again, I would have to go through it all again. I had bought the necklace and bracelet that matched the earrings I bought from the stall near the shop and Kelly bought my dress to match the colours. 

      My wife told me to invite Monsieur Rabanna and his husband. He said he would love to but would check with his husband. He asked what I was wearing. When I told him about my sundress, he suggested a wide brim hat to keep the sun off my neck and shoulders. As I would be in heels I would be wearing my hair up. I bought the dress in and we dressed a white wide brim blank to match the colours of the dress when things were quiet. He gave me two of his cheaper hat pins as a gift which I thought was really nice until it struck me with a little stab of shame. How many men own their own hat pins?

    I had all the salads made, my wife had half a butcher shop marinating in the fridge and Peter was bringing three of his Pasta salads. My wife reminded me to make sure I had a clean apron for him as he would be coming early and helping me. Peters' wife is my wife's best friend. She is a very large lady who works in the same industry as my wife and plays in goal for the hockey team. They were the witnesses at our marriage.

     With everything ready it was time to get dressed and wait for the guests to arrive....

Priscilla Gay Bouffant Introduces us to artist Erika Dale

Hello Darlings, 

Our beautiful and creative Priscilla Gay Bouffant started a collaboration with artist Erica Dale about two sissies, Charles and Richards..... do let us know what you think of these sexy submissions. 

Here is a little secret revealed..... one photo of the sissies is actually of a very popular author on this blog....... can you guess?

 

Short Story: Tulips Salon Education Begins

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. 

    My wife dropped me off at the hairdressers as she has for the last three Saturday mornings. I was now on smiling and nodding terms with the ladies that shared my time slot. Like me, they filed in with their week ravaged hairdos under head scarves. We hung up bags, coats and scarves and went and sat at our normal sinks. The other ladies were all chatting and inquiring after family members. I was still new and a bit shy so just listened. 

    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.

The Intern exclusive first to the blog!

Priscilla has been generous and kind enough to release a brand new erotic sissifacation story exclusive first to this blog! The Intern is now up!

Originally a Sandy Brown story, now Priscilla has continued it and added her own twist, but respecting the format of the original author.
Sample:

     “There now, you entryway should be sufficiently lubed. Now I’ll affix my dildo and lubricate it. One can’t be too careful in these matters. Now you stay just the way you are, little girl. Now Auntie is mounting you,” explained Monique.

     “Breathe normally. Auntie will enter and then penetrate you as you exhale. Once we get a rhythm established I’ll reach underneath you and manipulate your fat little clit. There we are darling, now exhale,” said Monique as she moved the dildo in and out of Sandra’s anus, penetrating a little further each time.

Link:

The Intern