Sexy 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 →

Woodland wa_k for sissy jessie

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 →

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.

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 →

The power of pink satin

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 →

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