Saturday, May 25. 2013
Probably one of my hottest, reoccurring fantasies is the "master/boyfriend" fantasy.
In it, my Mistress chooses a dominant male friend of hers to rule over me in her absence, whenever she is not presently using me and I am available for service. I am sent to his house regularly, to be fully femmed and obedient. There I am his to use in every way...and Mistress will know if I am not a good girl. Pictures/videos are taken to ensure my compliance and for her to review my performance. More than likely, I am kept in chastity to further induce my femmed and kept state of mind.
Its an extreme forced bi fantasy really. Its the thought of being so much under Mistress's control that I am like a puppet dancing to her strings, even if I am miles away. Its about *her* power, *not* just 'an excuse for bi sex' as people outside the fetish do not seem to understand.
Cheap armchair psychology, if you ask me.
I honestly do not look at other men at all and find them attractive, so I dont consider myself 'bi' in its purest sense--you know, as if I found both sexes equally attractive and desirable naturally. I have a bi side, no question, but its not the default setting in my head, if you follow me. Context is everything.
What makes me melt is the force. The surrender. The thought that someone (better yet, multiple someones!) finds me sexy enough as a submissive sissy that they ensnare me and trap me and wrap me up in chains both physical, mental and emotional that there is no way out, even if I wanted to. To be kept, forcibly kept in that state of sweet submission...bliss. Total bliss.
My 'first time' for forced bi play was years ago, and I've had plenty of 'adventures' since then.....but it still hasn't lost its power to make me blush and squirm and go weak in the knees...
Tuesday, March 12. 2013
Available now at Divine Bitches: Brat Princess Cuckoldress with Chastity Lynn
Chastity is the perfect bratty princess and cuckolds her pathetic slave with a younger bigger cock! Red is good for nothing other than worshiping her sweaty asshole, paying her bills, cleaning her house and for her and her friends to dress him in panties and make fun of. Red would do anything for such a young hot piece even if it means being her pathetic slave and watch her parade young cock in front of him so she can fuck. She even makes Red such her bulls cock getting it nice and read for her to ride all night long while Red stays tightly locked away in chastity. For fans of humiliation this movie will not disappoint!
Friday, February 8. 2013
Tonight's the night!
Mistress has been teasing me about it for weeks now, I still can't believe this is actually happening. My imagination has been running wild with sissy fantasies and daydreams almost nonstop, making it next to impossible to concentrate on anything else.
I don't know how the reality will compare to what I've fantasized...on the one hand Mistress is capable of anything, on the other she is very protective of me (and I love her for it) but may also underestimate how far she can push me over the edge and down that rabbit hole.
And, well, I also know how much the universe likes to disappoint me in life. I've learned not to let my hopes get up high about anything if I can help it. So I am...cautiously optimistic. Trying not to let my little daydreams and fantasies run away with me in case the reality doesn't quite measure up.
From my perspective the most delicious thing is that I truly do not know. It simply isn't up to me. I knelt before Her just over 4 years ago now, and gave myself to Her body heart and soul. I'm not 'topping from the bottom' with a vanilla gf/wife who is just trying to humor me. No, I really do belong to Her, the most exciting Woman I have ever known and she is just as eager to dominate me as I am to be dominated.
Thank you Mistress. No matter what happens tonight, I think I've already been given a precious gift. I've just had it for a little while now.
*soft sappy smile*
Sunday, February 3. 2013
Four years ago today, after being Her submissive for just over a month, Mistress presented me with my 'training collar' as she called it.
In one way or another its never been off since, and the 'training collar' became my collar, although we have not had a formal ceremony as of yet to mark the occasion.
The leather collar now-days is reserved for formal occasions or intense play. I wear a chain around my neck at all times instead. But its always around my heart.
Even during the worst of times. We've had a lot of ups and downs over four years...especially 2012, where thanks to problems at my job (which continue to this day) and the crappy economy, we had to give up the house which was her studio and my home. So much tears and hurt...but it is outweighed by far, by the love and joy in our lives.
It is our bedrock. We've weathered the storms of finances and bad luck and ill health and all the slings and arrows this world throws our way so far.
And I am still madly, deeply in love with this powerful, beautiful, intelligent and funny woman, and I am still in awe of the depth of her loving, caring heart. I am truly blessed to be loved by her, and made a part of her family with her lovely sweet husband who has welcomed me into their lives.
(Thank you Sir. I know it wasn't easy. XXX)
There are times when I've been at a low point, especially in this past year where I have examined and reexamined my life and didn't like what I saw. I'm about to turn 40, unmarried and childless. Not that I ever wanted kids but at this point in a man's life its What is Expected. Still dirt poor at the bottom rung of my chosen career and not going anywhere anytime soon.
But those dark thoughts pass. They always do. Because I am the loved and collared slave of Mistress Erisiana Cherie.
Life doesn't suck.
Happy Anniversary Mistress. I love you so.
Thank you for bringing me into your life.
Wednesday, January 23. 2013
In two weeks I turn 40.
Now, normally, in the otherwise normal course of events this would probably lead to me going all angsty and doing the whole mid-life crisis thing about going over the hill and its all downhill from here and what have I done with my life etc etc yada yada yada.
But it also means something else.
It means Mistress is throwing me a birthday party.
Exhibit A. This is what happened last year.
Exhibit B. Mistress has posted the following to Fetlife and possibly a few other places recently:
It's my slave tia's (Jesterslave here on Fetlife) 40th birthday and I mean to make one of his wildest dreams come true by hosting a sissy slumber party. If you're a dominant woman (trans or cis), submissive sissy, or femdom couple I'd love to welcome you for a night of unforgettable fun.
The party will be held on Feb 8th at a local (St Pete) hotel. Exact location info will be shared with attendees via more private channels.
There will be munchies and games, and of course space for you to change into your feminine frills. (I may be able to provide clothes etc for those that don't have their own; please inquire in advance if you need this.) But be aware - this is NOT your average kink scene meet & greet. I prefer to skip the small talk and jump straight to the naughty business! ;D
Oh. My. God.
Mistress has also told me that she has indeed received several responses from a few other Femdom-sissy couples, about 4-5 other sissies, and 1-2 dominant Tgirls.
Oh. My. God. *shivers*
The possibilities....even if only half of those people turn up...my god...
Its been kind of difficult as I'm sure you can imagine to think about mid-life crisis stuff. As well as think about anything else really, for that matter. No more concentrating on work or reading a book or what's on TV for me, no sir, my mind is filled with the most erotic sissy dreams instead...ohhhhhh the days are passing so slowly.
To quote the great Tim Curry, "I see you shiver with antici..........................pation...."
You know what this means, don't you?
It means I need to figure out how to have more than one birthday a year. ;p
More to come/cum, obviously....lol......
Saturday, January 12. 2013
Last night I was feminized by Mistress, full makeup, skimpy lingerie garters & stockings.
As I was still smooth from bodyshaving the other day it felt so incredible on my skin...it had been too long...felt so pretty...felt so slutty!
My cockette was tucked away in its oh-so-dangerously-tight-feeling chastity cage, not having a role to play the entire night other than add to my frustration.
After giving her a long pedicure she had me get in bed on all fours, then she put me in shackles before putting on her strap-on, which I was forced to lick and suck before she took my sissy ass...
It was...wonderful. Its almost frightening in a 'oh my god how far am I falling down the rabbit hole' sense as to how much she has trained me to her cock this past year...my body welcomes it...responds to it...aches for it...it no longer matters if I have a typical 'male' orgasm or not...I just want to be Her sissy bitch, I just want to surrender to it, give my body to her to use as long or as hard as she wishes, to beg for it like a wanton whore...
Part of my normal slave rules is to write her a thank you letter after every time she uses me. Here is what I wrote this morning:
Thank you Mistress, for taking the time to feminize me so beautifully and allowing me to please you, both with my mouth as well as my sissy ass. It felt so incredible to be fucked by you last night, with my cockette trapped in its little cage I felt like I could be fucked for hours and hours and ached for it, wanting to be made your sissy bitch and just taken and taken over and over again until you came multiple times....
Pity we were too tired for that, I think.
Still squirming and aching today...spent all night all dressed up and made up and in shackles, I didn't even take the makeup off my face until just this morning...
I wanted to stay your pretty pet...
--your squirmy and totally smitten pet