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 →
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 →
Public play is a big kink for me, and humiliating my sissy, jessie, in this way never ceases to push my D/s buttons...or hers. Her craving for erotic shame burns ever-bright. It’s a flame I breathe oxygen on whenever I get the chance. On Sunday 19 April, I was toying with jessie on Kik and... Continue Reading →
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.
I’m a Dominant. And I move in BDSM spaces. If a submissive wishes to approach me in these spaces, then I expect them to acknowledge my status and message me in an appropriate way. I know that a lot of Dominant women don’t want to be addressed as ‘Mistress’ by someone they’ve never heard from... Continue Reading →
When you say the word ‘sissy’ to me, the vision in my mind is of the archetypal pink satin sissy, simpering in flouncy glass-silk petticoats, pale stockings with tops on show, locked-on heels, little tent in her pink satin panties. I love this image and this reality. ‘Pink satin sissy’ is a fetish for me.... Continue Reading →