“Beg for it”

Sissy privileges, such as clitty stroking and pussy toys, need to be earned. As an owned sissy, you don't just indulge whenever you feel like it. Your Mistress decides when you deserve to pleasure yourself, and what form that should take. This is a typical exchange between me and @sissyamanda. I usually permit her privileges... Continue Reading →

Cam session with sissy amanda

I’d been missing my contact with my devoted sissy amanda. (Usually, she’s a regular visitor in my house, serving every few weeks.) So, I messaged her and told her to be ready for a cam session at 2pm. My orders: Dress to please me - stockings, bra, panties, pretty dress and heels. Collect the following... Continue Reading →

Why am I a Domme and what do I love about it?

Two questions from my sissy, dephie, inspired this article. Two deceptively simple questions, asked on a long Fetlife message, where delphie had been thinking about psychology and life. This is what she said. “Going back to psychology though, delphie wondered why it is that You love being a Domme. delphie read Your fantastic post on... Continue Reading →

Daily panty submission

As a Domme, I love seeing a sissy in panties. And I like showing them off. Panties aren't just the defining symbol of sissiness. When worn on my order, it's an act of submission and devotion from my sissy. And it thrills me. This is sissy amanda, obeying me by wearing (and tweeting) a week... Continue Reading →

A short story by sissy jessie

My sissy, jessie, often surprises me with an unexpected D/s treat. This time it was a short story sent via Kik. (I'm sure she was hard as she wrote it.) The door slams open and in walks Mistress, dressed in total ‘fuck me’ gear. Heels, tiny dress, sizzling, beautiful flesh everywhere. Looking legitimately stunning (you... Continue Reading →

#Fetdoofus No.37 (5/4/20)

What not to do to attract a lifestyle Mistress. A one-line message. Asking for attention. Poor punctuation. And rounding off with an emoji...when you’re 37 years old. *sigh* Possibly a contender for the most mistakes in the the fewest words. And when I went back a few days later, guess what? He'd gone. *rolling my... Continue Reading →

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