Collared by a TV Mistress

For the past few weeks I've been communicating with a local TV Domme that has been keen to meet me. I'm under no illusions what this will entail as I've let her look through this blog plus sent her some quite revealing pics and emails about myself. What this means is that this blog may be getting updated more regularly than usual with details of our mutual sessions together. There is another bigger change though....

She has intimated that once she has met me, and we have had a session together, then she is keen on slipping a collar around my neck and making me "owned". What this will mean is that I will not decide who I meet any more. She will. I get sent requests on various sites quite frequently and pick and choose who the lucky people are. Not any more.All decisions about my partners will be made by her. She will arrange the date and time and simply have me turn up at hers for it.

I will arrive and dress as she decides before meeting her choice of partner for me. My input will be negligible. I will not know who I am meeting, what they look like or what they are into. I will simply do as I'm instructed and turn up on the date and time that's been agreed. I will dress how I'm told. Suck who I'm told to... and fuck who I'm told to.... as a good sissy slut should.

The future's looking bright....

A Night with Harry

Last night I had one of the most intense and satisfying nights I have ever had.... I thought that it had all gone wrong early on when I received a text saying my TV friend couldn't make it! I panicked as I had been looking forward to our night together for so long and had spent all day on tenterhooks. I'd showered, shaved, painted my nails, moisturised and sprayed myself with my favourite Chanel perfume so didn't want  to be left high and dry ona Saturday night. Help was at hand though when I called the admirer to tell him I couldn't make it and he invited me over on my own. What a star! We had yet to meet formally and had only chatted via short messages previously but I knew that he was my knight in shining armour when he came to my rescue.

I drove over, parked my car and made my way towards his door. I knocked gently and the door was opened by him smiling and he invited me in. He was in his 60's and extremely polite. I told him how pleased I was that he was allowing me over when we hadn't even met before and he was very courteous and pointed me towards his bedroom where he had laid out a selection of items I might be interested in later. There was a good deal of BDSM equipment - restraints, crops, toys of all sizes, ropes - all very interesting. I thanked him and excused myself so I could prepare myself for him.

I quickly unpacked my bag, stripped off, and went to work on my face. Foundation, red lip liner and dark eye shadow all helped to quickly transform me into my femme persona. Next I applied long false lashes, thick mascara, eye liner, and deep red lipstick to further take me along the path before finishing off my look with loose powder and blusher. Satisfied with my make up I slid into my black underwear - matching stain floral bra and panties - and scanned the room. Oh. My. Fucking. God. Harry had left out something which immediately caught my eye - a pair of 38DD false boobs! They went straight into my bra and then I pulled on my short French Maids dress. Sheer black stockings were next followed by long lace gloves and my pretty bling jewellery. A girl needs her bling! Tonight I was going blonde so pulled that on and fixed it so that it framed my pretty femme face. 6" platform heels were the shoe of choice for tonight which I know that everyone loves.The finishing touch was a medium sized butt plug that I pushed firmly into place.

One last check in the mirror and I opened the bedroom door and strode out as Fiona the filthy and firmly plugged French maid. Harry was in the living room and smiled as I entered. I curtsied to him and thanked him once more for this opportunity. He invited me to sit and we chatted for a small while over a glass of wine. He then produced a camera and I knew this was when we started to party properly. I lay back on the sofa and posed provocatively for him as he took pic after pic. I moved around the sofa, hiking my dress up and exposing my stocking tops. I was slowly turning myself on knowing that he was visibly enjoying himself and began playing with my big false boobs, squeezing and pulling on them.

Once finished, he sat next to me and whispered that he'd like to take me to the bedroom so I stood up and took his hand. I was led through the house, my high heels clicking on his wooden floors, and invited to lie on the bed. I spread my legs and he took more pics. These ones were even more daring. I took out my hard clit and posed provocatively for him teasing the camera with it. I gave him a good few "plugged and proud" photos for his collection.

I had noticed the webcam in the corner of the bedroom on arrival and asked Harry if he ever used it?

"Only for chatting with family and friends really" he replied...

"Well, how about we try something a bit different" I suggested....

I positioned it so it pointed at the bed and then turned my attention to his laptop. I started it up and logged onto my account on a famous webcam site. Harry looked over my shoulder and was silent as I pressed "broadcast" and typed out "Naughty Sissy used by Strict Dom" as the name of the room. I looked at him and he smiled at me knowingly. Smiling back I clicked the start button, handed him a nearby crop, and climbed onto the bed.

I was positioned face down on the bed. Ass to camera as Harry went to work with the crop. Strike after strike made me squirm and bite my lip. He alternated between each cheek leaving me just enough time to breathe before he struck me again. Luckily I had brought poppers with me and started inhaling them greedily as the pain became more and more intense. Harry kept up the rhythm and then reached over and began roughly pulling down my panties to expose my plugged ass to all who were watching. I played for the camera and spread my cheeks fully so they could appreciate my predicament. Next came his cat o'nine tails and I really started squirming in pain and pleasure... lash after lash rained down on me and I buried my head in the quilt and suffered with nothing but poppers to ease my pain.

After around fifteen minutes of flogging Harry stopped and I could hear him rummaging around. His fingers then closed round my plug and slowly eased it out before he poured some cold liquid into my gaping pussy hole. His fingers caressed and probed my hole and pushed more lube inside me gently stretching my pussy even further. Then something slipped inside and was turned on... and inflated. A vibrating infalatable butt plug. I looked round to see his hands on the controls as he set both to maximum and my girly fuckhole expanded in delight.

"Love this don't you Fiona"

"Yes Sir... I do..."

I was lost in ecstasy as he now began pulling at my shrunken clit teasing it between his fingers. I managed a semi but was struggling to concentrate. He stroked and tickled it as the plug continued to fully stretch me. Eventually he tired of this, deflated the plug and pulled it out of me only to be replaced with a much longer and thicker toy. He pushed it fully inside me and then firmly slapped my arse cheek.

"Okay, let's see how you enjoy this Fiona. Now turn and wave to the camera slut... people are watching you"

I caught my breath, turned and waved at the cam trying my best to smile through the discomfort. Glancing at the laptop screen I could see around 40 people watching and commenting on our play. I winced as this new toy slowly began inflating and vibrating within me. I quickly grabbed my poppers and snorted deeply.... once... twice... three times. He worked it deeper into me. In and out. In and out. Repeatedly. I wiggled my arse and tried to control myself but this was unbelievable. Each vibration went right through me and when he inflated and deflated the toy I was in heaven. The poppers helped me forget the discomfort for a while until they wore off. I pushed back spurring him on and eager for him to use and fill me completely. I was lost in the moment and not sure how long it went on for. Every minute or so I would snort even more poppers in my effort to keep this feeling going. Eventually he stopped his assault on me.

"Are you ready for the final one Fiona. No girl I've met has taken this one yet"

I looked round and saw him approaching me with a huge 10 inch realistic cock.

"You like it", he asked.

"Yes sir... I like it", I replied meekly.

"On your back then slut and lift those legs high so everyone can see you properly", he ordered me.

The dildo was long, thick and pink with a huge thick glistening helmet on it... and that was the part I was worried about. Once that was in then surely it would be plain sailing.... but.... Oh God. The size! What was I doing? It was bigger than anything I'd ever had before. I was so turned on though I would have agreed to anything. I turned on the bed and looked at the webcam broadcasting my plight around the world.I tried to smile but I was struggling with what was coming towards me. Lying back on the bed I did as he had instructed and lifted my long nyloned legs up and over my chest and holding onto my ankles. Harry had propped me up with cushions so that I was clearly visible to all who were now watching. I looked at the laptop and the screen was a mass of comments I could barely make out. I must have looked like a complete slut to everyone. Blonde hair, red lipstick, long stockinged legs splayed, big false tits, pussy well lubed and wide open, soft flaccid clit hanging useless to the side...I closed my eyes in preparation.

"It vibrates too, so let's see how your pussy likes it" I heard him say as he then laughed.

With that he began slowly pushing it inside me. I reached for the poppers. Slowly. I felt my sphincter stretch more and more. More poppers.... When would it stop? More poppers... Please I couldn't take much more.... More poppers. Then it was in and I felt it slide deep inside. Further and deeper than before. Harry pushed it right in to the hilt and my eyes closed shut in delight. It felt so good. Oh... so good. He began slowly thrusting in and out of me and my body began following his commands. Please keep going. Please keep going.... please. I begged him not to stop and he allowed me more and more as he slid it all the way out to the helmet and then slowly back in again before leaving it vibrating deep inside me, hard against my prostrate. I was so turned on. It felt so good. More poppers. Another huge sniff. So deep. So thick. So good. I'd never had anything like it in my life. More poppers. Keep the feeling going. Have to take it all... and keep going. Oh God. The feelings. So good. So fucking good!

This went on for another good ten or fifteen minutes before Harry told me to say my goodbyes and closed the stream. I came to my senses, waved at the cam and blew all my watchers a big kiss. I'd had absolutely no interaction with any of them at all. I had merely been some anonymous submissive sissy maid being completely used and abused by her Daddy.

"Time for you to go to work slut"

I knew what was expected and pulled his trousers off and his underpants down. I closed my mouth around his cock and greedily sucked at him until he came in my mouth. Up and down my mouth went eager for him to cum in my mouth. Like a proper slut, I saved the contents in my mouth and showed him his salty seed once he was finished.

"Let me see it dribble out Fiona..."

Obligingly, I opened wide and let his warm spunky load spill out of my mouth and over my chin running down over my dress.

Harry smiled at me.

"Wait here..." he said and went out of the bedroom only to return a minute later with a shot glass.

"You know what to do... don't you"?

"Yes Sir...."

I sat up, positioned the glass in front of me and snorted the poppers deeply. Harry watched as I worked my soft clit back and fro. I hadn't been hard for most of the entire session. I knew this wouldn't take long though and indeed within a few seconds my flaccid clit began spewing it's hot contents out and into the glass. It was very erotic watching my soft clit pour spunk out of its hole rather than shooting it out. I moaned in pleasure as it slowly filled the glass up and my balls were finally completely emptied into it. Bliss.

"Thank you Sir", I purred... "Thank you so much"... 

"No, thank you Fiona....  now drink it down whore"

So, looking into his eyes I lifted the glass to my lips and downed my own mess in front of him.

...and so ended my first meeting with Harry.

Tonight

I hope to have a meeting with some very special new friends tonight. A TV and her admirer friend.... stay tuned for details and possibly pictures or videos of what happens... some of this wouldn't go amiss....

Fiona the Fucktoy

A Surprise Visit

I was at home last night, and as per usual on a Friday night I was getting ready to spend an evening "en femme" as Fiona. I'd already bathed and was swanning about my flat freshly moisturised and wearing a short fluffy bath robe when my phone buzzed. Now I normally have it on silent so as not to be disturbed when getting changed so had a quick peek at it to see what was up with the world. To my surprise, it was from an old University friend who lives nearby with her husband and kids asking if she could come over. This particular woman I've known since her late teens and has flowered into quite simply one of the most beautiful women I know. Ruth has shoulder length blonde hair, is quite slim, and has the kind of face that men just fall in love with. It was strange for her to text me, especially at short notice like this, so I was extremely intrigued by her message and wanted to find out why she needed to see me. I replied telling her to come over in an hour reasoning that I would simply delay my transformation for a short while.

Then the wickedest thought came into my head. Why delay my transformation when I could carry on with my plans... just not take them as far. My clitty was twitching at the thought of Ruth being in such close proximity to me whist partially feminised and as everyone knows, if my clitty likes it, then I like it. I nipped through to my bedroom and began painting my toenails bright red - just like a true slut wears.Once they were dry I opened a brand new pair of glossy nude tights and pulled them up my long newly shaven legs being careful not to cause any runs. Next came a sexy pair of black lacy thong panties and with that I took a step back to admire myself in the mirror. Gawjuss, just gawjuss.... but there was something missing.

I moved to my bedside cabinet and began rummaging around until I found what I needed - my chastity cage and large butt plug. I smiled at my devilishness, eased down my undies and tried coaxing my chubby clit inside the cage with no success at all. However, a swift trip to the freezer provided me with a bag of ice cubes which soon solved my dilemma. Next I squeezed a big dollop of lube onto my fingers and began easing them inside my cute shaven pink boi pussy. I sighed as I eased more and more fingers inside myself and began moving my hips with the thrusts of my hand. It felt great to be fucking myself like this. If only I had more time to enjoy myself with a big dildo and maybe some poppers? Tonight was way too good an opportunity to pass up I reminded myself and reached over for my plug. I gave the tip a squeeze of lube and pushed it securely home inside me, loving the sensation as it stretched and filled me.

I then made my way to the bathrom and cleaned up my fingers before pulling up my tights and panties and making myself presentable. I looked myself up and down and was very pleased with my appearance. just one more thing though... an application of clear mascara to finish me off for now.  I was now totally smooth, had painted nails, wearing glossy tights and sexy black panties, but best of all I was plugged and caged in preparation for a beautiful woman coming round to see me! My mind was wandering and I imagined her making a play for me. How could I accept when I was dressed like this!!! What a total sissy! She'd kill herself laughing at me no doubt. No man wears things like this in a woman's company, surely? This thought made my clit swell in the cage and I quickly began thinking of other things to ease my growing discomfort. Changing the mood totally I pulled pair of jeans on over my tights, chose a nice shirt, slipped my slippers on, and poured myself a cheeky white wine to await my unwitting friends arrival.

She arrived within half an hour and we sat in the kitchen as she began telling me how her marriage was breaking down ever so slowly. Her husband had been unfaithful to her before but she thought that was in the past. It wasn't and she'd had enough. I offered her a drink and we soon sat with a glass of Chardonnay in our hands putting the world to rights. I couldn't believe this man could be so short sighted. Ruth was intelligent, charming, beautiful, and had given him two lovely children. How could he even think about fucking anyone else when he had her in his bead each night??? The thought of being ensconced between her legs lapping at her sweet pussy was heavenly. My mind was well and truly boggled.

She told me about his other infidelities and one night stands whilst he was off on business and I sat their stony faced occasionally offering my own insights.There wasn't much for me to do except listen to her sad tale. I hoped she would leave him as I wasn't fond of him anyway but kept this opinion to myself. There would be plenty time in the future to air this view if they did split up and I didn't want to risk them getting back together and me being left looking like the bad guy. Anyway, every time I changed position I was aware of either my plug or cage  moving against me.... and it felt great. I couldn't help but get turned on. I was now quite tipsy from the two glasses of wine.

I was trying not to move around too much as I was scared that Ruth would notice but sitting staring at her from one side of the table and smelling her perfume, noticing the short blonde hairs on her arms, her long fingers, her perfectly shaped and painted nails, her eye make up, her jewellery, her exquisite face.... it was proving too much for me. All of this in conjunction with my stretched pussy was causing a commotion down below. My clit was pressing against the cage. I could feel my tights rub against my legs every time I moved them. It was heaven to be dressed like this underneath my boring male clothing in such close proximity to her. I had brief thoughts of her her reaching over and squeezing my crotch and becoming confused by the feel of my cage. I'd then have to drop my trousers and show her how I was dressed. How I liked to be dressed. Maybe she would accept a man like me? One that wouldn't stray. That wouldn't look for other women. That would honour and obey her... literally. What would she say if she saw me like this?

She stayed for over two hours in the end and we finished two bottles of wine. I hope she went home a bit happier than she arrived because she certainly made me a lot happier. That's another naughty fantasy of mine ticked off the list. That night as I rode my dildo in a popper induced haze I thought of her watching me and smiling and the thought of that had me unlocking my clitty from its cage and swiftly fist fucking it into a messy climax. I shot my not inconsiderable load all over my shiny pantyhose. I'm sure her presence had helped me produce a larger than usual load? Thanks Ruth. For everything.

Oh Mistress Raquel, you make me think naughty thoughts....

I hope you enjoy these.... xxx

 

And so, after my initial sessions with Mistress Raquel, I am then loaned out to interested parties specifically with the intention of increasing mistresses bank balance.

 

Spunky girls...

As all sissies know, nothing beats a fresh hot mouthful of sperm served straight from a stiff, hard, and twitching cock. The perfect complement to the perfect feminisation I'd say? What better way for a man to show his desire for you than allowing you to bring him off with nothing more than your mouth and tongue? Everyone, male and female, loves the feel of a soft warm mouth on their genitals and you should aim to perfect your fellatio technique just as much as your cunnilingus skills.You never know when it might come in handy!

 

From start to finish, there is no greater act of devotion than bringing a man to full stiffness and then completely emptying his balls for him? Working your tongue up and down his shaft, licking and holding his balls, savouring the taste of him. Kissing his thick rod. That feeling as your throat bulges as he pushes past your gag reflex. Forcing that thick helmet down your throat and gagging on it for him. Choking yourself intentionally on that hard lump of flesh. Feeling his firm hand on the back of your head and following his instructions. Your head bobs up and down faster urging him on because you want him to....

 

Finally it arrives. His breathing increases, his balls tighten, and you feel the first muscle spasm as the flow of sperm begins. You know what's going to happen. Pulse by pulse your mouth fills with his cum. What were his instructions? Swallow or dribble? Each man is different so what does he like? Perhaps he wants to coat your face in the ultimate act of submission? You'll soon find out if he does. The first rule, however, is keep going until his balls are properly emptied. Drain them for him by sucking until he goes floppy. Squeeze his balls gently to coax more out and when you're satisfied he's completely spent then give his cock and balls a good tongue bath to clean them. That is a duty every sissy must complete.

Now go pick up your phone, or your laptop, and contact that special person in your life. The one whose cock you want to worship tonight. The one who likes when you are feminised and drop to your knees, unzip him, and take his cock in your mouth.

Do it.

Do it now.....