Mine is coming up in December. I’ll be mumble mumble years old (29!) and am not old. Nope, I’m still young and vital and smart assed and what have you. Honest. Despite my youth, I have a tendency to ignore birthdays. I just don’t . . . → Read More: Birthday Mistress]]>

Every Mistress has a birthday, at least once a year.

Mine is coming up in December. I’ll be mumble mumble years old (29!) and am not old. Nope, I’m still young and vital and smart assed and what have you. Honest. Despite my youth, I have a tendency to ignore birthdays. I just don’t make a big deal out of them, because they’re just another day, most of the time.

The last time I had a party for my birthday was in college…

I turned 21 with a bang and a blowout party. I invited everyone I knew to come and play with me for my big day. I’d been ‘legal’ for a while, but this year was a big one. I was going to be hot shit, the belle of the ball, and I planned to make some noise.

Man, that was one hot party. I wound up with a sweet sissy cocksucker that I’d met at a fetish ball a few weeks earlier naked in my living room, except for a French Maid apron and a feather duster, trying to seduce my boyfriend. And you know what? I totally let him! Free floor show, right there for everyone to see. This little tart on his knees, choking all over my boyfriend’s big ole’ cock.

I wound up introducing so many of my ‘vanilla’ friends to fetish sex that night.

It was a great party, one that I haven’t replicated in years! I’m thinking this year, I may need to try to recapture the glory. Maybe I’ll throw a little party and take fetish phone sex calls all night long, teasing and torturing my boys to the wee hours of the morning. Maybe I’ll just control your cock for shits and grins for my birthday.

Hey! It’s my fucking birthday, I can do what I want!

Speaking of… what are you going to get me for my birthday? I do have a wishlist… Linked over on the right, go click it and get me presents! I deserve them.

Sissy School, that is. You heard me girls, it’s lesson time, so I expect you all to take out your paper and your pencils and take notes! There will be a test later, so pay attention.

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It’s back to school time with your phone sex Mistress!

Sissy School, that is. You heard me girls, it’s lesson time, so I expect you all to take out your paper and your pencils and take notes! There will be a test later, so pay attention.

Ahem. I said pay attention, not stare at my tits!

One of the foundations of any wanna-be sissy is getting the tits and ass right.

I’m sure you’ve all noticed that when you want to get girlie, you’re hampered by your own body shape. Let’s face it ladies, women and men are basically shaped differently. Men are the classic inverted triangle, with shoulders wider than hips, while women are hourglass shaped. Guys, poor dears, are just not shaped like a perfectly feminine woman.

A key to getting your shape just right is utilizing the proper undergarments. I’ve hinted about this before, but never gone into detail. Let me be blunt: you need a good underbust corset and padded panties.

For women throughout the ages, the secret to the perfect figure was our use of undergarments.

I’m not just talking about frilly panties, but actual structural items. Let’s start with the underbust corset. In general, an underbust corset starts just above your hip bones and ends just below your breasts. It’s entire purpose is to pull the waist in, giving a girl that trim, slim, perfect waist. I recommend steel boned corsets, and if you email me, I can tell you a few companies that I’ve done business with or heard good things of.

With your waist pulled in, your bust and hips will seem closer to the ‘hourglass’ ideal. For women, the bust and hips should be the same measurement around, with the waist around ten inches smaller in diameter. Genetic males are disadvantaged in the hip and ass area, which brings us to the second must have in the sissy wardrobe: padded panties.

I know, you’re thinking of padded panties as something ladies need to contain embarrassing leaks and stains, but that’s not what I’m talking about!

Your sissy stick may leak, it may quiver, it may even try to erupt on you, but this padding doesn’t help with that issue. These padded panties are to help you with the appearance of having a nice full tush. The padding is on the booty, and it helps you look fuller and more feminine. Trust me on this. Baby got back isn’t referring to her actual back, if you know what I mean.

Of course, the first of . . . → Read More: Beltane Bisexual; May 1]]>

On the first of May, it is traditional for young people to go forth into the countryside to gather bouquets of flowers. They spend all night in the fields, so they can arise at first light and collect the freshest flowers possible. Young couples, all alone in the fields…

Of course, the first of May has strong roots in ancient fertility rites. As does the tradition of having young lovers spending all night in the fields, euphemistically ‘blessing’ them with fertility.

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Paul. Paul was not a normal young man, however. Paul dreamt at night of pretty dresses and lovely bonnets. Paul was a sissy crossdresser. And Paul had a huge crush on his best friend Steve.

Poor Paul, lusting unrequited for his pal, wracked his brains to come up with a solution. Finally, he had it. May Day. Perfect. He’d steal his sister’s dress, borrow her lovely bonnet, and, under cover of darkness out in the fields, he’d seduce his friend Steve.

Late at night, lit only by the light of a febrile moon, Paul stalked his prey. He cornered Steve all alone in a copse of woods near Farmer Brown’s barn. Paul’s heart was beating so hard and so fast, he thought he might pass out. He approached Steve, touched his arm, ran his hand up and into Steve’s hair, and brought his head down for a first kiss.

Sweet and heated, the kiss preceeded a night of lusty lovemaking. Steve took Paul from behind, penetrating him and opening him, touching him deeply. Paul shook, trying to restrain his cries, certain his voice would betray him, certain his eventual orgasm would give the game away. So he held himself in, keeping himself from the edge.

But May Day isn’t about holding back from the edge, it’s about diving happily over it. When Steve leaned over Paul and whispered in his ear “Cum for me, Paul. I want to feel you cum on my cock,” Paul froze in shock. The only thing that got him moving again was Steve’s hand on his cock, stroking him to ecstasy.

That year, Farmer Brown had a bumper crop.

Let’s see here… I don’t believe in things that I ‘should’ do. I think that whatever I choose to do in the moment is what I’m going to be doing, and should and should not don’t enter into the question. So, . . . → Read More: Se7en Deadly Sins: Sloth]]>

Oh, this should be a good one! The seven things I don’t do.

Let’s see here… I don’t believe in things that I ‘should’ do. I think that whatever I choose to do in the moment is what I’m going to be doing, and should and should not don’t enter into the question. So, the entire sin of ‘sloth’ is based in the idea that there are certain actions that are worthy, worthwhile and virtuous and that the lack of those actions is ‘wrong.’

With that caveat out of the way, my seven slothful acts:

1. I don’t make my bed everyday.
2. I often fail to properly appreciate my big cock’d lovers.
3. I watch every episode of White Collar, right when it airs and read fanfiction a lot.
4. I follow the real world exploits of my favorite authors like a junkie.
5. I sometimes fail to punish my slave for his slothful behavior.
6. I can be neglectful about watering my plants.
7. On occaision I have been known to forget to say ‘thank you’ to the cocksuckers who service my lovers.

On the whole, I don’t find that I do many ‘slothful’ things.

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