Playtime in a 24/7 relationship is a little different from that engaged in by folks whose D/s relationships are part-time. While we do sometimes have full-on scenes where everybody is dressed to impress and the Official Kinky Toys get used, more often I will integrate little mini-scenes into our everyday lives. And last night was one of them.
We were sitting together in the living room. Tia had just finished a video game and I was catching up on some emails and texting with my husband. And I was taken by a whim to let my slutty slavegirl have a little fun...but in a sissy-appropriate way, of course!
So I told him to go fetch a pouf and some lipgloss, and to put on something pretty for me. He left the room obediently, casting me a beseeching look as he walked away, and returned a few minutes later wearing an ivory satin slip (decorated with a tiny pink rosebud!) and carrying the cushion and gloss.
I was sitting with my feet propped up on a small ottoman; I directed him to put the cushion down and kneel before me. When he was on his knees I gestured for him to lean forward so I could apply the berry-flavored gloss. This little act of feminization had him shuddering and closing his eyes, awash in a sea of submissive desire. I could feel the proof of his desire in the growing stiffness in his panties, pressing against my prettily painted toes. This was exactly what I'd intended and I began to caress his sissy cockette with my bare feet.
I teased him while I rubbed, taunting him with his response to me: "horny little slut, look at you...Mistress barely touches you and you're all hard and making a mess in your pretty panties. But you just can't help yourself, can you? You're just a horny little sissy slave who wants to be used all the time, aren't you? You'd like to spend every minute sucking cock and getting fucked, wouldn't you my little slut?"
The nylon fabric of the chemise was pleasurably slippery, sliding easily over his pink satin panties. But I wanted to feel SKIN. So I tucked it up and out of the way, and pulled his panties down in front to expose his dicklet. I grabbed a tub of lotion and smeared a dollop on the soles of my feet.
"Well slut, you're in luck...Mistress is going to let you cum today. But you're gonna do it like a sissy should...rubbing your little cockette worshipfully against my feet until you shoot your sissy cream all over them. And then you will lick them clean, and swallow every drop. Because a cocksucking sissy slave like you has to learn to eat cum too, doesn't she?"
I guided him in sliding his sensitive flesh between the soles of my feet, and pressed them together harder, toying with MY property. I could feel him throbbing and he thrust against me, moaning.
"You can cum tonight, my little sissy, but ONLY if you can manage to do it like this, humping Mistress' feet while she chats with someone else on her laptop. And you better make it quick too slut, or I might get bored and order you to stop. Because the ONLY reason you're allowed this pleasure is for my amusement, isn't that right whore? You're my property now and EVERYTHING about you belongs to me, including your orgasms."
"This is what your life will be like from now on my pretty little fucktoy. There'll be no NORMAL sex for you ever again. In fact, you'll be lucky if I don't lock that little cockette up in a chastity cage, where you can't even touch it. From now on sex for you means getting fucked or sucking dick, or sometimes...if you're lucky...being allowed to cum, like this, for your Mistress' amusement."
And he did.
It was wicked cool, feeling him pulsing against my soles as he shot his load. And he's soooo sensitive after cumming; I'm sure it was a special sort of torture to have me squashing it between my feet at just that moment. **evilgrin**
There was quite a lot of it too, and he grimaced hugely while doing the job. But my slut obediently licked every last drop of sissy spunk off my feet and ankles.
And then we went right back to what we were doing, hehehe!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Having My Way
I just finished having my way with tia, and I don't want to write the whole thing out properly because that would be too much like work. But oh, it was hot...porn movie hot, and there are some details that I just don't want to forget...
I started off today by dressing him in cuffs, collar, and a pretty pink satin nightie that he looks absolutely adorable in. The way the skirt of it flirts with the top of his thighs in the back, coyly hinting at showing his cute pantied ass, I just adore. I teased him a bit about how excited he was getting by it; his little cockette soo hard, drooling a big wet spot all over his nightie. One shoulder strap fell down and he looked like such a disheveled slut I tugged it further to expose his nipple. And then sucked and bit his nipple. And then put a clothespin on it. And then the picture was perfect.
I affixed the leash to his collar and led him to the playroom, grabbing his everyday boy belt along the way. Once there I chained him to the wall, pulled his panties down to his ankles, and beat him with his own belt. His ass & back got so red, so fiery hot! I beat him and beat him and beat him, teasing him about how badly he wanted it, how his cock stayed hard, how eagerly he licked his own pre-cum off my fingers and sucked on them when I held them to his face. Beat him and beat him then left him there, red-assed, chained to the wall, cockette twitching and drooling, and sat down on the couch behind him and jilled off. It was a fantastic orgasm.
I let him down after I was finished, let him go take a shower, then we went shopping. I ordered him to wear his collar while we were out but graciously allowed it to be wrapped around his wrist instead of his neck. While we shopped I continued to bring his attention to it; tugging at it, tightening it and using it to lead him around. His responding whimpers let me know that he was VERY aware of its presence and meaning.
We made several stops including at Home Depot, where I bought some lengths of chain. (When the lady asked me what it was for I replied "home decor" without missing a beat...or giggling!) Later, back at home, I had him go put the nightie on again and bring me the cuffs and chains. I arranged the chains so that his hands and feet were all fastened together, and all attached to a longer length of chain that ran from his collar to his knees.
After I got him chained up I made him walk around a bit. I LOVED the sound of all that chain clinking, it made me amazingly horny! So I grabbed the chain and pulled him toward me; he melted into my ravishing kiss.
I told him to go tweet, tell the world he was at that moment a chained sissy, and that I would join him soon. Then I fetched a black leather strap and pair of scissors. Back in the bedroom I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I sat on his groin, feeling his cockette throbbing beneath me, as I beat his chest & nipples with the strap and continued playing with the chains. When I was good and ready I crawled down and used the scissors to cut a big hole in his panties, releasing that stiff cockette. Then I put a condom on him and climbed on.
I kept beating him while I rode him to another fine orgasm. Then I rode him some more, until I could tell he was about to cum, and ordered him to beg me for his release. He said "please, please my Goddess" with such sincerity. I could tell he was powerfully transported; he doesn't usually address me as "Goddess".
My response? I promptly climbed off his groin and moved to sit on his face instead, mwahahahahaha!
I rode his worshipful tongue to another nice orgasm, then stood on the bed. Looming over him, I asked him if he felt owned, if he felt used? If he felt like a slave, like PROPERTY? He answered "yes Mistress", and I said GOOD, because he WAS. MY property.
Then I climbed back down and sat on his cockette agin. Telling him all the while how he belonged to me, how his panties belonged to me (he was so distressed at me cutting them!), how his every perverted thought belonged to me, how every longing of his dark heart belonged to me, how the orgasm he was about to have belonged to me and how I wanted him to have it right NOW.
And he did. (And I did again too.) And it was very, very good. ;-)
I started off today by dressing him in cuffs, collar, and a pretty pink satin nightie that he looks absolutely adorable in. The way the skirt of it flirts with the top of his thighs in the back, coyly hinting at showing his cute pantied ass, I just adore. I teased him a bit about how excited he was getting by it; his little cockette soo hard, drooling a big wet spot all over his nightie. One shoulder strap fell down and he looked like such a disheveled slut I tugged it further to expose his nipple. And then sucked and bit his nipple. And then put a clothespin on it. And then the picture was perfect.
I affixed the leash to his collar and led him to the playroom, grabbing his everyday boy belt along the way. Once there I chained him to the wall, pulled his panties down to his ankles, and beat him with his own belt. His ass & back got so red, so fiery hot! I beat him and beat him and beat him, teasing him about how badly he wanted it, how his cock stayed hard, how eagerly he licked his own pre-cum off my fingers and sucked on them when I held them to his face. Beat him and beat him then left him there, red-assed, chained to the wall, cockette twitching and drooling, and sat down on the couch behind him and jilled off. It was a fantastic orgasm.
I let him down after I was finished, let him go take a shower, then we went shopping. I ordered him to wear his collar while we were out but graciously allowed it to be wrapped around his wrist instead of his neck. While we shopped I continued to bring his attention to it; tugging at it, tightening it and using it to lead him around. His responding whimpers let me know that he was VERY aware of its presence and meaning.
We made several stops including at Home Depot, where I bought some lengths of chain. (When the lady asked me what it was for I replied "home decor" without missing a beat...or giggling!) Later, back at home, I had him go put the nightie on again and bring me the cuffs and chains. I arranged the chains so that his hands and feet were all fastened together, and all attached to a longer length of chain that ran from his collar to his knees.
After I got him chained up I made him walk around a bit. I LOVED the sound of all that chain clinking, it made me amazingly horny! So I grabbed the chain and pulled him toward me; he melted into my ravishing kiss.
I told him to go tweet, tell the world he was at that moment a chained sissy, and that I would join him soon. Then I fetched a black leather strap and pair of scissors. Back in the bedroom I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I sat on his groin, feeling his cockette throbbing beneath me, as I beat his chest & nipples with the strap and continued playing with the chains. When I was good and ready I crawled down and used the scissors to cut a big hole in his panties, releasing that stiff cockette. Then I put a condom on him and climbed on.
I kept beating him while I rode him to another fine orgasm. Then I rode him some more, until I could tell he was about to cum, and ordered him to beg me for his release. He said "please, please my Goddess" with such sincerity. I could tell he was powerfully transported; he doesn't usually address me as "Goddess".
My response? I promptly climbed off his groin and moved to sit on his face instead, mwahahahahaha!
I rode his worshipful tongue to another nice orgasm, then stood on the bed. Looming over him, I asked him if he felt owned, if he felt used? If he felt like a slave, like PROPERTY? He answered "yes Mistress", and I said GOOD, because he WAS. MY property.
Then I climbed back down and sat on his cockette agin. Telling him all the while how he belonged to me, how his panties belonged to me (he was so distressed at me cutting them!), how his every perverted thought belonged to me, how every longing of his dark heart belonged to me, how the orgasm he was about to have belonged to me and how I wanted him to have it right NOW.
And he did. (And I did again too.) And it was very, very good. ;-)
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Tia's sissy curriculum
I thought some of you might be interested in hearing details of tia's current sissy training protocol. Bear in mind that this is an evolving thing!
Currently tia is "studying" two subjects: Cooking 103 and Essentials of Feminine Style.
For the first subject, Cooking 103, she is focusing on salads. Mistress is trying to eat better, and tia has been charged with helping in that by keeping her supplied with gourmet salads. She is to make a large salad (enough to feed Mistress' entire family) every couple of days. She has to shop for fresh ingredients and research new recipes so Mistress doesn't get bored. Sometimes Mistress wishes a specific sort of salad and tia has to satisfy her request.
Tia is graded on each salad, and will receive a report card at the end of the term. Mistress is generous and does not mark off if the dish is less than tasty, but tia is expected to show decided improvement in her cooking skills each term OR ELSE.
(And yes, there was a Cooking 101 and 102!)
The second subject covers everything a girl needs to know to be ~girly~ , from how to pluck her eyebrows & paint her nails to choosing clothes that are flattering.
She's graded on individual assignments as with the salads but her assignments are much more varied. And while the fetish appeal is obvious, these assignments also have the ulterior purpose of training her to be more useful to me as a lady's maid. For instance, her past few assignments have been to choose, from my crossdressing closet, outfits that meet a particular set of requirements.
This not only saves me time and effort as her Mistress (a self-dressing sissy is a labor saving device!); it acquaints her with the contents of my closet and with unfamiliar fashion terminology at the same time. So that sometime down the road I will be able to say "slut, go fetch me my pink silk chemise with the frogs on the sides, and some stockings to go with it" and she will know what the hell I am talking about, and be able to obey without fuss!
There are other expectations tia is also expected to meet - like keeping her house/my studio clean, and writing worshipful emails to me - but she's not graded on them the way she is on her "sissy academics". Her punishments for not performing well in these areas can be much more intense and personal.
As I said this system is still evolving. Its present form is basically a response to two things. First, tia came into my service completely clueless about things like cooking, cleaning, and fashion. So it's pretty important to me to teach her what she needs to learn to be really USEFUL to me.
But my current method has also evolved in response to conflicts tia and I have had over these things. I need to feel that she's making sincere efforts to improve in these skills. And she needs to feel like her efforts are being noticed & appreciated, that she's getting credit for the work she does. Having clearly defined & graded courses of study works for both of us.
And it has some value in inspiring naughty Headmistress/student fantasies too. ;D
Currently tia is "studying" two subjects: Cooking 103 and Essentials of Feminine Style.
For the first subject, Cooking 103, she is focusing on salads. Mistress is trying to eat better, and tia has been charged with helping in that by keeping her supplied with gourmet salads. She is to make a large salad (enough to feed Mistress' entire family) every couple of days. She has to shop for fresh ingredients and research new recipes so Mistress doesn't get bored. Sometimes Mistress wishes a specific sort of salad and tia has to satisfy her request.
Tia is graded on each salad, and will receive a report card at the end of the term. Mistress is generous and does not mark off if the dish is less than tasty, but tia is expected to show decided improvement in her cooking skills each term OR ELSE.
(And yes, there was a Cooking 101 and 102!)
The second subject covers everything a girl needs to know to be ~girly~ , from how to pluck her eyebrows & paint her nails to choosing clothes that are flattering.
She's graded on individual assignments as with the salads but her assignments are much more varied. And while the fetish appeal is obvious, these assignments also have the ulterior purpose of training her to be more useful to me as a lady's maid. For instance, her past few assignments have been to choose, from my crossdressing closet, outfits that meet a particular set of requirements.
This not only saves me time and effort as her Mistress (a self-dressing sissy is a labor saving device!); it acquaints her with the contents of my closet and with unfamiliar fashion terminology at the same time. So that sometime down the road I will be able to say "slut, go fetch me my pink silk chemise with the frogs on the sides, and some stockings to go with it" and she will know what the hell I am talking about, and be able to obey without fuss!
There are other expectations tia is also expected to meet - like keeping her house/my studio clean, and writing worshipful emails to me - but she's not graded on them the way she is on her "sissy academics". Her punishments for not performing well in these areas can be much more intense and personal.
As I said this system is still evolving. Its present form is basically a response to two things. First, tia came into my service completely clueless about things like cooking, cleaning, and fashion. So it's pretty important to me to teach her what she needs to learn to be really USEFUL to me.
But my current method has also evolved in response to conflicts tia and I have had over these things. I need to feel that she's making sincere efforts to improve in these skills. And she needs to feel like her efforts are being noticed & appreciated, that she's getting credit for the work she does. Having clearly defined & graded courses of study works for both of us.
And it has some value in inspiring naughty Headmistress/student fantasies too. ;D
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Under Her Thumb
I've described my enslavement to Mistress as being "far down the rabbit hole". I'm not sure how deep this goes. The more we are together, the more I feel her wrap me in chains of love and submission that grow ever tighter, much to my delight.
Let me illustrate this by telling you about a weekend not too long ago...
First off I guess I should get into the current 'ground rules'. I am currently being punished by being kept in total chastity, with no release at all for my poor aching cockette (Mistress's word for my you-know-what). This is because I was a bad girl, on purpose, and skipped wearing panties underneath my clothes. I had, to me, good reason. I wasn't trying to be naughty or to blow off Mistress--I was doing very physical labor at work that week, wearing shorts that keep falling off my body since I've started dieting. :P
Anyway...Mistress discovered this, and punished me accordingly--no release for three weeks!
So that's how our weekend started...being teased, touched, groped and fondled by both Mistress and her husband (alias Sir, alias Fr Izzy). He in particular has been getting more and more into toying with me for his own pleasure, it seems--not just to amuse Mistress.
So we went out to dinner at Alt Pathway--its this alternative lifestyle restaurant that was over in Tampa (sadly its no longer there! *sniff*), where we had good food, watched a drag show, and I got more than a little bit tipsy. :) Anyone following us on twitter (I am @slavetia and Mistress is @ladyerisiana on there)--we were kind of tweeting live as the night went on what was happening--must have been rather amused. :D
Mistress had me pull down my shorts at one point and show the waitress there my panties. *blush*
Then we return home and adjourn to the playroom. I strip down to my panties, put on high heels, and stand there, very vulnerable, as Sir strokes me through the panties. He rubs my legs, thighs, tweaks a nipple, kisses my neck. All the while Mistress is watching, tweeting, enjoying the little show. Bear in mind the ground rule I'm under--there's no possible hope of release, and it makes all the much worse!
Eventually I'm told to get down on my knees in front of Sir and beg to suck his cock, to say I'm a sissy cocksucker, how much I love it. *moans softly* It never fails to humiliate, and Sir's cock is an impressive looking thick beast of a thing! I service him for a while...feeling myself get lost in the submission to them both...I am such a lucky slave..
After a while Sir takes a break to have a smoke. Mistress puts on some music, and commands me to dance for them. *blush* I try my best; I'm not exactly a graceful person. I touch myself all over, grind my ass, shake my hips, all the while Mistress and Sir are making admiring comments, making me blush even more. I felt oh so sexual, so feminine--those feelings are growing stronger the longer I am their slave.
The song ends and Mistress comes over to play with me more directly...touching me, stroking me, making me ache so much...I fall to my knees and start kissing her feet. Just overcome with my feelings of aching need, of submission. This is my proper place. I want to stay here at this Woman's feet the rest of my life if she'll have me. I am owned, every inch of me is now her property.
I'm down there on my knees when I feel her flogger start to go up and down my back...I keep kissing. The flogger dances over my body, growing in intensity. Thuding here...stinging there... Eventually it becomes pain enough to yelp a bit, but I keep kissing.
Mistress attaches a leash to my collar and leads me crawling across the room on all fours in front of Sir to suck his cock some more...oh my...
She then starts to rub herself against my ass, rubbing my body. I'm sandwiched between them both, I know what's coming, and I'm oh so turned on...and humiliated...and feeling so much like just a sextoy or object there to be used by them both. I feel Mistress lube me up and enter me with what's become my favorite strapon dildo. Now I'm being fucked at both ends, utterly used. But they're not really fucking me. Not really. I'm just a sextoy at this point, being used by one to pleasure and stimulate the other. Mistress thrusts deep inside and slaps my ass, driving my mouth foward to take Sir's cock deeper down my throat, Sir thrusts back harder to force my ass back to rub against Mistress's hips. I melt into a pool of submission, falling into the rhythm of being used.
It goes on a while...then they stop, pull out. I feel the loss and moan helplessly.
But then they trade places...oh god...
Sir is a lot larger than the dildo. I haven't gotten used to this yet. This was only my 2nd time being taken by him. It hurts...it hurts a lot. I start to wonder if I should safeword but I hold back and just take it. Mistress is holding me down, feeling me whimper and cry into her crotch. Sir is holding my hips, taking me as gently as he can. He's not trying to hurt me after all, so I cry and take it and...deep down, under the pain, in my head and heart I am glad that I am being used for their pleasure.
I am under her thumb. Forever, I hope.
Let me illustrate this by telling you about a weekend not too long ago...
First off I guess I should get into the current 'ground rules'. I am currently being punished by being kept in total chastity, with no release at all for my poor aching cockette (Mistress's word for my you-know-what). This is because I was a bad girl, on purpose, and skipped wearing panties underneath my clothes. I had, to me, good reason. I wasn't trying to be naughty or to blow off Mistress--I was doing very physical labor at work that week, wearing shorts that keep falling off my body since I've started dieting. :P
Anyway...Mistress discovered this, and punished me accordingly--no release for three weeks!
So that's how our weekend started...being teased, touched, groped and fondled by both Mistress and her husband (alias Sir, alias Fr Izzy). He in particular has been getting more and more into toying with me for his own pleasure, it seems--not just to amuse Mistress.
So we went out to dinner at Alt Pathway--its this alternative lifestyle restaurant that was over in Tampa (sadly its no longer there! *sniff*), where we had good food, watched a drag show, and I got more than a little bit tipsy. :) Anyone following us on twitter (I am @slavetia and Mistress is @ladyerisiana on there)--we were kind of tweeting live as the night went on what was happening--must have been rather amused. :D
Mistress had me pull down my shorts at one point and show the waitress there my panties. *blush*
Then we return home and adjourn to the playroom. I strip down to my panties, put on high heels, and stand there, very vulnerable, as Sir strokes me through the panties. He rubs my legs, thighs, tweaks a nipple, kisses my neck. All the while Mistress is watching, tweeting, enjoying the little show. Bear in mind the ground rule I'm under--there's no possible hope of release, and it makes all the much worse!
Eventually I'm told to get down on my knees in front of Sir and beg to suck his cock, to say I'm a sissy cocksucker, how much I love it. *moans softly* It never fails to humiliate, and Sir's cock is an impressive looking thick beast of a thing! I service him for a while...feeling myself get lost in the submission to them both...I am such a lucky slave..
After a while Sir takes a break to have a smoke. Mistress puts on some music, and commands me to dance for them. *blush* I try my best; I'm not exactly a graceful person. I touch myself all over, grind my ass, shake my hips, all the while Mistress and Sir are making admiring comments, making me blush even more. I felt oh so sexual, so feminine--those feelings are growing stronger the longer I am their slave.
The song ends and Mistress comes over to play with me more directly...touching me, stroking me, making me ache so much...I fall to my knees and start kissing her feet. Just overcome with my feelings of aching need, of submission. This is my proper place. I want to stay here at this Woman's feet the rest of my life if she'll have me. I am owned, every inch of me is now her property.
I'm down there on my knees when I feel her flogger start to go up and down my back...I keep kissing. The flogger dances over my body, growing in intensity. Thuding here...stinging there... Eventually it becomes pain enough to yelp a bit, but I keep kissing.
Mistress attaches a leash to my collar and leads me crawling across the room on all fours in front of Sir to suck his cock some more...oh my...
She then starts to rub herself against my ass, rubbing my body. I'm sandwiched between them both, I know what's coming, and I'm oh so turned on...and humiliated...and feeling so much like just a sextoy or object there to be used by them both. I feel Mistress lube me up and enter me with what's become my favorite strapon dildo. Now I'm being fucked at both ends, utterly used. But they're not really fucking me. Not really. I'm just a sextoy at this point, being used by one to pleasure and stimulate the other. Mistress thrusts deep inside and slaps my ass, driving my mouth foward to take Sir's cock deeper down my throat, Sir thrusts back harder to force my ass back to rub against Mistress's hips. I melt into a pool of submission, falling into the rhythm of being used.
It goes on a while...then they stop, pull out. I feel the loss and moan helplessly.
But then they trade places...oh god...
Sir is a lot larger than the dildo. I haven't gotten used to this yet. This was only my 2nd time being taken by him. It hurts...it hurts a lot. I start to wonder if I should safeword but I hold back and just take it. Mistress is holding me down, feeling me whimper and cry into her crotch. Sir is holding my hips, taking me as gently as he can. He's not trying to hurt me after all, so I cry and take it and...deep down, under the pain, in my head and heart I am glad that I am being used for their pleasure.
I am under her thumb. Forever, I hope.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Silken Trap
Years ago I created and developed a website, "The Silken Trap".
I created it because at the time there didn't seem to be any good forced feminization sites out there (in the wild-and-wooly days of the internet in the 1990s!) and I just wanted the kind of site that *I* might like. I've been kinky nearly all my life, and this particular fetish got into my subconscious at a pretty young age.
Forced feminization was, to me, a form of bondage both mental and physical. In my mind the equation was this: if a Woman went to all of that trouble to enslave me, to feminize me, to wrap silken bonds around me and keep me her prisoner then she must really want me, and that feeling of being kept and desired and secure was the most delicious feeling in the world.
At the time I ran the site, I did not have a Mistress. Like many frustrated submissives out there.
Over and over I would have dates with Dominant women that didn't lead anywhere, or try to develop relationships online with Dommes across the country; a never-ending and emotionally exhausting search for 'The One'.
A journey that I know so many of you are on...
After many a lonely year on that journey I gave up for a while. Resigned myself that these needs and desires would stay just fantasies forever and I should just accept it.
And then...the unexpected. She came into my life. The 'One'.
Mistress Erisiana Cherie.
My owner. My dream come to life.
She came into my life and turned it upside down. I am now her slave, 24/7, and in the past two years I have been taken on the most wonderful, magical journey. Limits have been pushed. Self discoveries have been made.
And some of the hottest, kinkiest experiences of my life have been had.
And its not over yet, not by a long shot! The scary thing (to me) is that Mistress is taking our relationship, our journey together, more and more public as time goes on. You've already seen this blog that goes into our lives together as Mistress and slave. Mistress is now adding to that public humiliation and exposure by completely taking my old forced feminization site--the one where I used to post pictures of OTHER people--and turning it into a video record of my slavery to Her.
*groans* Sounds like a forced fem fantasy story, doesn't it?
Except to me it's oh too real....
The Silken Trap
I created it because at the time there didn't seem to be any good forced feminization sites out there (in the wild-and-wooly days of the internet in the 1990s!) and I just wanted the kind of site that *I* might like. I've been kinky nearly all my life, and this particular fetish got into my subconscious at a pretty young age.
Forced feminization was, to me, a form of bondage both mental and physical. In my mind the equation was this: if a Woman went to all of that trouble to enslave me, to feminize me, to wrap silken bonds around me and keep me her prisoner then she must really want me, and that feeling of being kept and desired and secure was the most delicious feeling in the world.
At the time I ran the site, I did not have a Mistress. Like many frustrated submissives out there.
Over and over I would have dates with Dominant women that didn't lead anywhere, or try to develop relationships online with Dommes across the country; a never-ending and emotionally exhausting search for 'The One'.
A journey that I know so many of you are on...
After many a lonely year on that journey I gave up for a while. Resigned myself that these needs and desires would stay just fantasies forever and I should just accept it.
And then...the unexpected. She came into my life. The 'One'.
Mistress Erisiana Cherie.
My owner. My dream come to life.
She came into my life and turned it upside down. I am now her slave, 24/7, and in the past two years I have been taken on the most wonderful, magical journey. Limits have been pushed. Self discoveries have been made.
And some of the hottest, kinkiest experiences of my life have been had.
And its not over yet, not by a long shot! The scary thing (to me) is that Mistress is taking our relationship, our journey together, more and more public as time goes on. You've already seen this blog that goes into our lives together as Mistress and slave. Mistress is now adding to that public humiliation and exposure by completely taking my old forced feminization site--the one where I used to post pictures of OTHER people--and turning it into a video record of my slavery to Her.
*groans* Sounds like a forced fem fantasy story, doesn't it?
Except to me it's oh too real....
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
How We Met
Neither of us actually remembers for sure who wrote the other first on Alt Com. I think it was probably me, trying to promote my Suncoast Shemale Salon group.
I do remember telling tia that I was married, and emphatically NOT looking for a sissy slave. (In fact I was seeking a humiliation/pain slut.) But he made me laugh by responding with this bit of smart assery, and I quote: "Are you sure Mistress? I come with a set of Ginsu knives and a Sham-wow."
Now who could resist an offer like that? *grin*
It was enough to make me give him my email address, and the conversation which continued over the next few weeks was equally entertaining. Then there was this party.
I'd been going around by myself and (more often) with my sister Mistress Candice and her girl emma for months, sampling as many different munches and play parties as I could manage. During this time I got to see Candice and emma's Mistress/slave relationship blossoming. And of course I got to see (and sometimes participate in) numerous examples of their incredibly hot play.
I was, frankly, envious.
I'd been seeking my own personal subbie in an on-again-off-again way. (Being already married with children tends to put a damper on one's dating life.) I'd had a few brief D/s relationships that didn't work out. And I was sick and tired of going to parties & clubs, maybe giving some random stranger a spanking, and always envying my friends the beautiful thing they had. So when I committed to going to yet another play party that December I decided that at least this time I was, by god, going to bring a date.
I was pursuing maybe-things with several guys I'd met at the time. And tia was NOT at the top of my list. But I figured he was a safe choice; we were already becoming friends and I felt confident that I'd at least be comfortable with him even if there was no spark. The party was in Orlando you see, a 2 hour drive away, and that meant it'd be a looooong, painful evening if my date turned out to be a schmuck.
The party was two days after Christmas. And no way was I going to drive to Orlando with someone I'd never yet met in person, so we arranged the obligatory meeting-in-a-public-place on December 26th. (Lunch at a local diner.) Lunch was pleasant, I found tia sorta cute, very awkward, and utterly unthreatening, so the party date was on.
Our time AT the party was, for me, not very memorable. I dressed him and we played a little; it was probably much more exciting for him than it was for me. The thing I recall best was being dissatisfied with any of the skirts he owned at the time and deciding to make him something myself out of the collection of scarves that constitute my "bondage kit".
It's the drive that sticks in my head. It was during those hours in the car that I realized how VERY comfortable I felt with tia. How much we had in common that had nothing to do with kink. How I felt like I could be completely myself with him, in all my neurotic complexity.
It made me want to spend more time with him. A LOT more time. And it was just about six weeks later that I put my collar on him.
We're going on over two years now, which I understand is rather a long time for a 24/7 Mistress/slave relationship to last. It has not been easy, not at all. But it's sure been interesting. And I look forward to many more interesting years to come.
I love you puppy.
p.s. Tia made good on the Sham-wow and the Ginsu knives too! But that's a story for another time.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Introducing myself
I thought I might try my first stab at a post here. :)
My fem name is tia, and I am the owned slave of Mistress Erisiana Cherie.
She is my Mistress, she is my Goddess. She has entered my life, turned it upside down, and wrapped it so completely and so lovingly around her finger that I want nothing more to spend the rest of my life on my knees at her feet.
My life now I can best describe as a "Reality-Based 24/7". I do not spend every waking hour feminized and in chains, for example.
Not that I wouldn't want to: but reality demands I go to my blue-collar job every day, thinking constantly about the panties I'm wearing underneath, trying to move the clock forward by sheer act of willpower so I can go home quicker and get back to where I belong, serving my Mistress.
We also do not live together..she has her own home, with husband (who I am also subservient to) and children a few miles away from me. Instead, I live in her professional dungeon, which takes up a good portion of my modest one-story house. So while it is not the fantasy-based 24/7 so prevalent in femdom fiction and pornography, I am at her beck and call and minutes away from her at every given time.
I hope with all of my submissive heart that, in time, her professional ambitions and our website plans together bear enough fruit that it becomes practical to serve her full-time. We'll see. Maybe users like you can help!
I live under a set of rules and protocols that evolve as my enslavement to her evolves. I'll share a few, in no particular order.
Panties every day. I always must have something soft and silky and feminine on underneath.
My body is kept as smooth as possible....sometimes, when my work schedule has me up at 4 am and I'm coming home in the evening exhausted, its hard to keep up this regimen. Thankfully Mistress understands this and doesn't hold it against me. I hope someday to have laser hair removal, so I can always be smooth for her when it becomes doable.
My toenails are always painted...at the moment they are bright pink.. *blush* Going to the beach is a highly embarrassing and nerve-wracking experience. :P
My eyebrows are routinely plucked and shaped...luckily its subtle: I don't think anyone at work has noticed. (I hope!)
I am undergoing anal plug training, to better prepare myself to be used by her and her husband should she desire.
I always wear a silver necklace and pendant as my 'daytime' collar and reminder of my enslavement to her.
At night, I sleep naked, wearing nothing but my red leather training collar.
Its a different life, needless to say. And I have never been happier or more at peace in my entire life.
*bigbrightblush* Mistress's plans have developed in our time together to include photos and movies and cam shows of us together. This, quite frankly, terrifies me and makes me want to curl up somewhere in embarrassment!
But I'd also be lying if I didn't admit that the idea didn't excite me as well....
Neither of us are models, we are real people. Mistress is a BBW, and I am a large broad-shouldered guy, 6'3", 260 lbs or so. Not passable by any stretch of the imagination, sadly. I'd have sold my soul ages ago to be one of those small, slender, willowy androgynous men for whom transforming into a beautiful woman was easy.
But as I said, this isn't a web fantasy.
This is reality, and its turning out (to my amazement) to be pretty sweet after all.
I cannot wait to see what the future...what my journey under the direction and the dominance of this Mistress who I love and worship will bring.
--tiapet, sissy slave of Mistress Erisiana Cherie
PS. Amazingly enough...I met Mistress on Alt Com. Yes, I wouldn't have believed it myself! For years I was an infrequent user...finding so many disappointments, fakers, timewasters. But there are real people on there! Like precious diamonds in a mountain of rock, it takes time and patience to find one.
So yes, I recommend signing up to those of you looking, endlessly looking maybe (as I did) for that special Mistress or Master. Just don't hold your breath, strap-on some hip-waders to wade through the bull, *AND* don't use Alt Com as your only avenue to search. There are other networks to try. But, yes, alt com should be part of your search for 'the One'!
When I think of all of the things that had to happen by pure chance for me to meet my Mistress...how easily things might have turned out the other way...
When I made the decision to move to Florida from across the country...I had no specific location in mind: I had no job waiting for me here, no friends or family. Just a desire to live someplace by a beach somewhere. St Petersburg/Tampa Bay was chosen more or less by chance. I could have ended up anywhere else and not have met Mistress! :(
And also by chance...my decision, made in fall of 2008 to start looking for BDSM partners again after years of resigning myself into thinking that this was all some silly dream: that the toll on my mental/emotional state was just too much to keep getting my hopes up, only to see them crash to the ground, time and time again. This decision led me to re-activate my dormant account on alt.
And also by chance...if Mistress hadn't have written me...and that's the most amazing thing of all: it wasn't me who wrote first, making first contact. Mistress saw something in my profile that she liked, and sent a friendly message.
All these things by chance had to happen...if they hadn't...I don't want to think about it. :(
Mistress, you are a miracle to me. I love and worship you more than words can say.
My fem name is tia, and I am the owned slave of Mistress Erisiana Cherie.
She is my Mistress, she is my Goddess. She has entered my life, turned it upside down, and wrapped it so completely and so lovingly around her finger that I want nothing more to spend the rest of my life on my knees at her feet.
My life now I can best describe as a "Reality-Based 24/7". I do not spend every waking hour feminized and in chains, for example.
Not that I wouldn't want to: but reality demands I go to my blue-collar job every day, thinking constantly about the panties I'm wearing underneath, trying to move the clock forward by sheer act of willpower so I can go home quicker and get back to where I belong, serving my Mistress.
We also do not live together..she has her own home, with husband (who I am also subservient to) and children a few miles away from me. Instead, I live in her professional dungeon, which takes up a good portion of my modest one-story house. So while it is not the fantasy-based 24/7 so prevalent in femdom fiction and pornography, I am at her beck and call and minutes away from her at every given time.
I hope with all of my submissive heart that, in time, her professional ambitions and our website plans together bear enough fruit that it becomes practical to serve her full-time. We'll see. Maybe users like you can help!
I live under a set of rules and protocols that evolve as my enslavement to her evolves. I'll share a few, in no particular order.
Panties every day. I always must have something soft and silky and feminine on underneath.
My body is kept as smooth as possible....sometimes, when my work schedule has me up at 4 am and I'm coming home in the evening exhausted, its hard to keep up this regimen. Thankfully Mistress understands this and doesn't hold it against me. I hope someday to have laser hair removal, so I can always be smooth for her when it becomes doable.
My toenails are always painted...at the moment they are bright pink.. *blush* Going to the beach is a highly embarrassing and nerve-wracking experience. :P
My eyebrows are routinely plucked and shaped...luckily its subtle: I don't think anyone at work has noticed. (I hope!)
I am undergoing anal plug training, to better prepare myself to be used by her and her husband should she desire.
I always wear a silver necklace and pendant as my 'daytime' collar and reminder of my enslavement to her.
At night, I sleep naked, wearing nothing but my red leather training collar.
Its a different life, needless to say. And I have never been happier or more at peace in my entire life.
*bigbrightblush* Mistress's plans have developed in our time together to include photos and movies and cam shows of us together. This, quite frankly, terrifies me and makes me want to curl up somewhere in embarrassment!
But I'd also be lying if I didn't admit that the idea didn't excite me as well....
Neither of us are models, we are real people. Mistress is a BBW, and I am a large broad-shouldered guy, 6'3", 260 lbs or so. Not passable by any stretch of the imagination, sadly. I'd have sold my soul ages ago to be one of those small, slender, willowy androgynous men for whom transforming into a beautiful woman was easy.
But as I said, this isn't a web fantasy.
This is reality, and its turning out (to my amazement) to be pretty sweet after all.
I cannot wait to see what the future...what my journey under the direction and the dominance of this Mistress who I love and worship will bring.
--tiapet, sissy slave of Mistress Erisiana Cherie
PS. Amazingly enough...I met Mistress on Alt Com. Yes, I wouldn't have believed it myself! For years I was an infrequent user...finding so many disappointments, fakers, timewasters. But there are real people on there! Like precious diamonds in a mountain of rock, it takes time and patience to find one.
So yes, I recommend signing up to those of you looking, endlessly looking maybe (as I did) for that special Mistress or Master. Just don't hold your breath, strap-on some hip-waders to wade through the bull, *AND* don't use Alt Com as your only avenue to search. There are other networks to try. But, yes, alt com should be part of your search for 'the One'!
When I think of all of the things that had to happen by pure chance for me to meet my Mistress...how easily things might have turned out the other way...
When I made the decision to move to Florida from across the country...I had no specific location in mind: I had no job waiting for me here, no friends or family. Just a desire to live someplace by a beach somewhere. St Petersburg/Tampa Bay was chosen more or less by chance. I could have ended up anywhere else and not have met Mistress! :(
And also by chance...my decision, made in fall of 2008 to start looking for BDSM partners again after years of resigning myself into thinking that this was all some silly dream: that the toll on my mental/emotional state was just too much to keep getting my hopes up, only to see them crash to the ground, time and time again. This decision led me to re-activate my dormant account on alt.
And also by chance...if Mistress hadn't have written me...and that's the most amazing thing of all: it wasn't me who wrote first, making first contact. Mistress saw something in my profile that she liked, and sent a friendly message.
All these things by chance had to happen...if they hadn't...I don't want to think about it. :(
Mistress, you are a miracle to me. I love and worship you more than words can say.
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