Looks unimportant

Why serving me comes before showing me your face A lot of sissies don’t have face pics online, even when they are serious about seeking a Dominant to serve. Does this mean they fall at the first hurdle when trying to attract a Domme? Not in my case. When I’m conversing with a sissy who... Continue Reading →

The sissy ‘shame-crave’ by sissy jessie

Ah the wonderful life of a secret sissy. Continually beset by thoughts of kink and all the peals of seductive pain/pleasure it brings – but having/wanting to maintain a vanilla façade. It’s a tough life, though one I suitably adore at the moment. Since splitting up with my first wife and talking to Mistress very... Continue Reading →

“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 →

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 →

Where did my kink for sissies start?

I’ve always had a thing for sissies, before I fully understood it, or had the right language for it. And it started young. When I was about 6, ‘sissy’ was a playground word, an insult for boys who weren’t boyish enough, who preferred to play with the girls at breaktime, who cried easily, who got... Continue Reading →

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