I guess he didn’t know what sort of gurl I am.

I cut across the square and walked into the bar after work. I usually only come here at lunchtime, the fish always being fresh and the salad light. I can come in here, have a quick lunch and be back at my desk within an hour easily.

In the evenings, there’s a lot of people in from out of town, there being a large hotel next door. And there’s a fair crop of locals too. It’s quite busy after six. …


To call Amelia a voyeur is a little simplistic. Amelia epitomizes downright perversion, and that comes out in many ways, ranging from adorably delightful to quite distasteful.

I hold none of this against her, however. I am very much aware that when she arrives at my rooms smartly dressed — fresh from her office, and clutching a notebook in her hand — I can be sure she’s going to ask me to do something complicated, not to mention enjoyable, to her long suffering husband.

Several years ago when I first met Amelia, she was still engaged to Geoffrey, her husband…


To say Amelia is a voyeur is a little simplistic. Amelia is downright perverted, and that comes out in many ways, ranging from the delightful to the distasteful.

I hold none of this against her, however I am very much aware that when she arrives at my rooms dressed smartly, fresh from her office, and clutching a notebook in her hand I can be sure she’s going to ask me to do something complicated, not to mention enjoyable, to her long suffering husband.

Several years ago I first met Amelia, when she was still engaged to Geoffrey, her husband. …


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…

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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