Priscilla's Photo Caption Pick of the Week 2/18/25

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Priscilla's Photo Caption Pick of the Week 2/3/25

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Priscilla's Photo Captions Pick of the Week (1/26/25)

Handpicked from Pris Pris herself. 

XOXO to all.

 

Tuesday Tulips Short Story: A Model Tulip

Tulip Fancy

Sweet feminized Tulip is appreciated in a modeling photo shoot.

Sitting on the bus I wasn't sure about how I felt with the day ahead of me. Monsieur Rabanna had a long chat with my wife at the BBQ. She said he was very pleased with me and wanted to increase my hours. He was having trouble finding girls to play the role he wanted in the shop. Some found it demeaning to act in the old-fashioned way he wanted to make his customers feel special and others just did not have the manners or know how to carry themselves in a subservient way around the client's. He said I was a natural and really wanted me to do some evenings and Saturdays. I liked working in the shop. It was the only job I had done were I felt really on top of things. I didn't like the idea of traveling home in the evenings on my own so I was glad when she refused his request. She said Saturday mornings were my me time. I could go to the salon have my hair done my face and body pampered and chat with the girls. Saturday afternoons she liked me in the stands showing she had the support of her family. The afternoons and evenings she wanted me to concentrate of making our house a home she could come home to and relax after work. It didn't occur to me at the time but my opinion was not sort. Looking back, she was right of course. Who would do the house work. 

      What she did agree to was allowing him to uses me in his promotional material. Today a photographer was coming to take some head shots of me in different hats to use in posters around the shop. I was wearing a peasant blouse that I could pull down my shoulders out of shot when needed. My corset had half cups so my shoulder would be bare. I wore my pearl ear rings and had my neckless in my bag if needed but the hats were the show pieces. 

      I opened up the shop and Monsieur Rabanna came in early with the photographer and stylist. They set up a big white screen and lights in Monsieur Rabanna's salon and then had me sit while they readied the first hat and worked on my face and hair.

     I wasn't prepared for the amount of hair and makeup changes needed. Each hat could be worn in different ways with a different hair style and makeup for each variation. 

The stylist was really nice, but un-nerved me when she said she had been told my secret and while doing a makeup change then asked me how long was it since I transitioned? I immediately coloured up and quietly said I hadn't. "Wow"she said. "Do mean you still have yourrrrr?" I just nodded. "How do you get your skin so soft. You must have very low testosterone production." 

I told her about the morning, afternoon and night skin routines as well as the baths. Kelly emphasized complexion and skin care from the start. Her comments did make me think about how small my little testis had got when I could find them. With them constantly tightly padded and girdled and my pipe tightly ribboned I wondered if that was having side effects. They looked nothing like the men's penises and cannonball Ish testis in the photos my wife shows me when teaching me how to handle them if I should have to. They were all so hairy as well. My wife prefers a little landing strip and my pipe ribbon tied with a dainty bow.

    The hats kept coming as well as the lipstick and hair changes. I was gradually getting more and more comfortable with the posing but felt a fraud when told to pout. It was a long day and I got none of my normal work done or mail orders out. That means there will be twice as much to do tomorrow.

Nancy Gets Educated now up

 New story is now up Nancy Gets Educated. by Pansy Pillowhumper.

A sissy boy(Anson the protagonist) finds himself in a all girl's school and deals with taunts and mockery of the girls!

Sample: 

"Nancy, don't be like a little child," admonished Olivia. Anson's head began to swim again. The room spun and the nurse's voice sounded distant. He tried to protest but Olivia grabbed his hand and pushed the spoon into Anson's mouth. He gagged as the bitter-tasting liquid went down his throat. "You have to learn how to swallow properly, Nancy. If you can't even manage that, how can you expect to get a date?"

Olivia joked. The nurse giggled. Anson swallowed, the liquid going down his throat with difficulty. "There, that didn't hurt at all, did it? Now, lie down," said the nurse. "I'm sure you will feel better after a short rest."

Link:

Nancy Gets Educated

Female Domination Friday: FLR Rules of Carol No

Female-led relationships (FLRs) are often shrouded in mystery, seen through the lens of fantasy or misunderstood stereotypes. Yet, those who practice this dynamic know it’s not just about power—it’s about connection, trust, and creating a fulfilling partnership that works for both individuals.

In this post, we uncover 10 surprising rules that set thriving FLRs apart. These aren’t your typical tips—they’re insights that challenge conventional thinking, revealing how FLRs thrive not through dominance alone, but through balance, mutual growth, and respect. Whether you’re new to the lifestyle or looking to deepen your dynamic, these revelations will inspire and empower your journey.

Let’s dive into the rules that make FLRs not just work—but flourish.

The Submissive Has Power Too

Despite appearances, the submissive retains significant power by choosing to yield control and continually reaffirming their trust in the dominant partner.

Rules Are Built Around the Dominant’s Lifestyle, Not the Submissive’s

The dominant’s needs and preferences take precedence, with routines and protocols crafted to simplify and enhance their life.

Femininity as Authority

Female dominance thrives not by emulating traditional male authority but by embracing and leveraging feminine strength and intuition.

Submissive Rituals Are Grounding

Simple acts like greeting the dominant properly or serving coffee become meaningful rituals that reinforce roles and deepen the dynamic.

Punishment Is Rarely Necessary

Many FLRs focus on positive reinforcement rather than punishment, motivating through praise, affection, and acknowledgment.

The Dynamic Can Be Invisible to Outsiders

A thriving FLR doesn’t require public displays. Some of the most powerful dynamics exist privately, unnoticed by the outside world.

Daily Acts of Service Create Intimacy

Consistent, practical acts like preparing meals, handling chores, or offering massages serve to build intimacy and respect.

The Dominant’s Growth is Central

The submissive’s role often includes encouraging the dominant’s personal and professional growth, creating a dynamic of mutual empowerment.

Fantasy Isn’t Always Reality

While fantasies may fuel the initial spark, successful FLRs are built on realistic expectations and sustainable practices.

It’s About More Than the Bedroom

Thriving FLRs focus on the whole relationship, with submission extending into emotional, practical, and lifestyle support.

Source: Caroline No 

About:

I am your Goddess Caroline, a radiant, long-haired redhead, and the Head Mistress of the Gynarchic Academy. My role is to guide submissives in the understanding and mastery of Female-Led Relationships (FLR), matriarchy, and the practice of loving submission. My domain encompasses teaching the essential skills for submissive service, developing social and communication abilities, and imparting pleasure techniques within FLR dynamics.

I demand absolute respect and obedience, and in my presence, you will always address me as Goddess. My goal is to elevate you through obedience, discipline, and service, transforming your desires into meaningful actions that strengthen your devotion. You can also explore your submission by enrolling in courses at the Gynarchic Academy, seeking personal coaching through my platform on LoyalFans, or connecting with others in FLR on Slave-Selection.

I expect you to embrace your role, serve with reverence, and always submit with grace.

Dressed for a Trick, or Treat 4 now up!

 Shawna Summers follow up to Dressed for a Trick, or Treat part 3 is now up on the blog.... things escalate for John the sissy sex slave  to say the least! Be ready for the taboo. 

Dressed for a Trick, or Treat 4 

Priscilla's Photo Captions Pick of the Week (1/6/25)

 The first new captions of the new year! Hope you all had a great new year. We have some plans for the blog this year which I hope you will enjoy. I have some book reviews, art and other content on the way. Pris Pris sent a lovely set for us. I like the last one, just classic fictionmania-level forced feminization stuff.

(Tuesday Tulips) Short Story: Tulip Endures Some Uncomfortable Moments at the BBQ.

Tulip Fancy 

Tulips endures some uncomfortable moments in the conclusion to the BBQ

         After chatting with Mary for a while I noticed the buffet running low on a few things so went and put my apron on, touched up my face and refixed my hat. Peter was busy with trays of drinks and walking wine and champion bottles round. I toped up the salads and bought out some more bread and rolls and cleaned up some plates.

      Then Kelly and family arrived. She had her new boyfriend with her. Grant was tall and slim and I was glad he couldn't see my burning face under the brim of my hat as I was introduced as uncle Tulip. And then there was her mother, my sister-in-law. There is a ten-year gap between the sisters. My sister-in-law and Kelly were at our wedding. I had never met her husband before but his faint musky aroma instantly caused a reaction in my nipples held in the push up half cups of my Basque. It told me who he was. The man whose underpants I had had my face in for the last few weeks. I felt sick to my stomach. As part of her efforts to help me cope if I'm attacked, my wife has been what she calls putting me on a spit. This involves a false man's penis attached to the headboard of the bed sticking out through a pair of men's used underpants for me to get used to the smell. I would have to put the penis in my mouth while my wife would mount me from behind and call me nasty names, suggesting I was promiscuous or did this sort of thing for money. She encouraged me to stroke my nipples and imagine it was the rough hands of one of my attackers. It was quite a scary experience the first time. The penis on the headboard was a bit longer than the girlmaker she uses from behind and the only place for it to go is down my throat. With her hands on my hips stopping me from pulling back she keeps my nose buried in the underpants and the penis down my throat and with her keeping a steady rhythm at the back I could feel a girlgasm building but couldn't get a breath. I was starting to panic but then the wave hit me and she pulled me back. It's taken a few weeks but I don't panic anymore.  Now here he is, Crushing my weakly offered hand. He had to know I am a man as he is family. I tried my hardest to keep a pleasant welcoming smile on my blushing face despite the turmoil in my stomach. His wife had given his dirty big y fronts to my wife. I wondered if he knew. I escaped to the kitchen to collect myself as soon as I could.

      Another thing that shook me confidence. Was while collecting glasses around near the BBQ. My wife was turning steaks and scraping onions when one on the Hockey girls shouted my wife's name and suggested she should have done a spit roast instead. Well, the whole group just doubled over with laughter. I pretended not to hear but could not stop the blood running to my face. Was my wife sharing our intimate time together with her friends? Again, sickness returned to my stomach. 

      The golfers arrived after already spending time in the 19th. Mary joined her husband who had turned up with the rest of his playing group. One of which was the horrible man who had bought my clubs. I did my best to steer clear of them as much as possible but Peter wasn't so lucky. He had to put up with being called "Ou fairy". Bring us a beer princess. "Hey beer bitch" more beer here. I could see Peter was mortified by this behaviour but could only smile and comply. Peters' wife thought it was funny to watch and looked pleased. My wife thought it was disturbing the other guests so went and put a stop to it. Two of the golfers left straight away and my wife told another that if she heard another word out of him, she would call him a cab and put him in it. The trunk if necessary! I was so proud of her at that moment for coming to Peters aid my heart skipped a beat, I felt my bottom tighten, my nipples tingle which bought a blush to my cheeks. Having the wind knocked out of them they caused no more trouble.

      The other odd thing was Monsieur Rabanna. Every time Peter came round with a tray or a bottle Monsieur Rabanna would move to his husband's side and hold his arm as if guarding him. If Peter offered a drink or a refill, he would say no thankyou I will look after my husband if you don't mind. He also spent a lot of time talking to my wife when not guarding his husband. I really hoped he wasn't complaining about me. I liked my job and didn't want to have to find another one.

      With the kitchen cleaned up we went out to the fire pit where my wife, Peters wife and a couple of others were still having a late whiskey. My wife reached up and pulled me down onto her lap. Peters' wife did the same calling him Petal and asking him if he had enjoyed flirting with the golfers. I snuggled into my wife by the light of the fire. I must have dozed off as the next thing I remember is being carried into the house.