Defending the sissy identity

You have every right to identity as a sissy. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Lately, I’ve noticed quite a bit of backlash from parts of the trans community against those identifying as sissies, against the idea of ‘sissy’ as a gender identity and against the word ‘sissy’ itself. As a non-binary trans person, I... 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 →

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 →

Chastity vs chastity device

I believe in the power of chastity. As a Domme, owning and controlling my sissy’s clitty is a satisfying state and an arousing pastime. I like the symbolism of a chastity device. I like rattling my fingernails against the hard shell of the cage while sissy’s clitty tries to get hard inside. I like how... Continue Reading →

Pink panty week

Chatting with @sissyamanda on Kik about a Victoria's Secret panty sale on a Sunday afternoon led to a fun plan for the week ahead.

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 →

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