In the morning I groaned into wakefulness. My body ached from the previous nights exertions. As I came closer to wakefulness I found new pains. It had been a night to remember. If only I could marshal my thoughts.

And as I did remember I began to feel uneasy.

Sounds came from an ensuite bathroom, and I head heels on hard granite flooring. Then she came out of the bathroom already dressed and adjusting an earing, hurrying across the room to pick up her handbag. I struggled to remember her name.

“Good morning… you,” I said with a smile to…


Set me free.

In the morning I groaned into wakefulness. My body ached from the previous nights exertions. As I came closer to wakefulness I found new pains. It had been a night to remember. If only I could marshal my thoughts.

And as I did remember I began to feel uneasy.

Sounds came from an ensuite bathroom, and I head heels on hard granite flooring. Then she came out of the bathroom already dressed and adjusting an earing, hurrying across the room to pick up her handbag. I struggled to remember her name.

“Good morning… you,” I said with…


How very helpless a full grown man can feel with little Stacey, my assistant, seated on his throat, arms and legs secured and her impish face laughing as he struggles. And my firm grip squeezing his balls in the most firm of grasps.

Stacey does tend to laugh at the most inopportune of moments. Her laughter, tinkling like little bells, and her glance at me, looking for encouragement. Of course, I always encourage the girl, she is after all, a good student.

Yes, Stacey has become really quite proficient at her tasks. My visitors feel quite powerless to resist her…


I had a bad start to life — I was born into good family. I am firmly convinced that those of us who are in the gender fluid and trans space have a major hurdle to get over when it comes to talking to our families. Sometimes the effort of getting them to understand the issue of something as simple as pronouns is such a monument task. In my case it’s like trying to have a conversation with the walking dead.

My intent today is really not to upset any who are Christian. So, bare with me for a moment…


I didn’t hear so much as a creak as the door to aunt Larissa’s bedroom swung open. I turned from where I was kneeling looking in her drawers, and there she was, looming over me.

As I glanced up I could see the look of stern rebuke on her face. It did strike me later that she might have looked surprised, or angry. Neither of these emotions were there though, just a very concentrated look of annoyance.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she asked firmly, glaring at me.

“I,” I stuttered, looking for words. “I thought…”

“What did you…


I can write about this now, of course, with all that’s happened. At the time I didn’t really think of Alice being so depraved, or sexually confident — depending how you look at it. Although, it has to be said that as she fitted the cold chastity device around my penis ‘liberated’ was not the first word that came to mind.

“I just want you to wear it this afternoon. Just for a while,” she said. “You know we’re going to make love tonight, so this will simply focus your mind a little. And it’s not like anyone is going…


I can write about this now, of course, with all that’s happened. At the time I didn’t really think of Alice being so depraved, or sexually confident — depending how you look at it. Although, it has to be said that as she fitted the cold chastity device around my penis ‘liberated’ was not the first word that came to mind.

“I just want you to wear it this afternoon. Just for a while,” she said. “You know we’re going to make love tonight, so this will simply focus your mind a little. And it’s not like anyone is going…


The Conversion Of Rick, by Mistress Meg.

Mistress Meg — both liberal and disciplinarian.

Mistress Meg is a friend of mine who from time to time posts content on my blog. Her approach to relationships is what you might describe as both liberal and disciplinarian. In this particular piece of writing she has opened up in the most revealing manner about some of her travels in the south a few years ago. You can find more of her content at http://FionaDobson.com

When I first suggested Rick join me for a threesome he was excited. When I explained I wanted him to meet Jason he seemed at first…


I think she always knew I would do anything she wanted. When she handed me the panties and told me to put them on I didn’t even hesitate. It was when she started insisting I listened to the hypnosis files each night before I went to sleep, that I knew things were moving further downstream.

It wasn’t long before I couldn’t help myself. But it wasn’t until she started to introduce me to her friends as ‘her bitch’ that I knew there was no going back.

I mean, what do you say?

“Oh, I’m not really her bitch…”

No…


I think she always knew I would do anything she wanted. When she handed me the panties and told me to put them on I didn’t even hesitate. It was when she started insisting I listened to the hypnosis files each night before I went to sleep, that I knew things were moving further downstream.

It wasn’t long before I couldn’t help myself. But it wasn’t until she started to introduce me to her friends as ‘her bitch’ that I knew there was no going back.

I mean, what do you say?

“Oh, I’m not really her bitch…”

No…

Fiona Dobson

Holding a mirror up to the world, and then applying a rather fetching shade of lipstick. The crossdressing blog you’ll love! http://FionaDobson.com

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