Fetishes are not quite as unique as fingerprints, in that everyone has a specific type; but they are very widely represented. Some guys are attracted to panties, nylon stockings, bras, leather, latex, purses, lipstick, perhaps even urine, feces, saliva etc. etc. etc…..anything associated with the carnal desire to elevate themselves to “sexual nirvana”. Little did I know about these things at 11 years old. The only thing that I was certain of was that I was drawn like a moth to a flame to high heeled stiletto Boots. And when I laid my head down at night the object of my desires was in the next bedroom closet where my sister kept her Boots. The close proximity and the reality of my obsession made for some very anxious and cum filled underwear nights. In 1979, there was no internet; the encyclopedia Britannica did not cover such taboo topics and the mainstream talk shows and sitcoms only skirted the boundaries of paraphilia. (In retrospect, I do believed that many producers knew that subtle interjections of fetish clothing and topics into an otherwise prime-time TV program had profound effects on ratings. And MTV was founded on such carnal desires. But that is another topic for another time.) All I knew in 1979 was that I had a compelling desire to wear the shiny black stiletto Boots that were in a silver box in the bottom of my sister’s closet. And I longed for the opportunity to have a minute alone with the object of my dreams – Boots! Initially I did not question a thing. I just knew that I liked my sister’s Boots and I looked forward to dressing in them and masturbating every chance I could get. But as I began to apply some reason to the experience, questions that I had no resources to answer began to arise. I could not ask my parents who were ultra-conservative and very religious; they believed that anything provocative or sexually explicit was decadent and sinful. I was full of questions, but still committed entirely to the object of my desire – a pair of high heeled Boots. So, I did little thinking of the difficult questions, and simply followed my primal desires of Masturbating in those sexy women’s Boots. Can you relate to this?
I am back with another blog about my Sissy husband BBC cock lover.
A few weeks ago, I had the sissy husband come in for a “slut training” session. He was dressed in a plaid ultra mini skirt and a lace black bra. He was ready for anything. I grabbed my cock cage and locked his little clitty up. I slapped the slut bitch on his ass and told him to get on his knees. I grabbed the blood red lipstick from the counter behind me and applied the lipstick onto his cock-sucking lips. Then, I pulled out my 9 inch life-like black dildo out of my pants and told him, which his new name is “Slut Lisa” to begin sucking. Oh boy did she suck! Her eagerness kept her mouth locked onto the black dildo.
“That’s it, keep sucking slut!!”, I demanded as she bobbed up and down on my BBC.
“Down further”. I pushed her head further down on the dildo until I heard her gag. “See, that wasn’t too bad was it?”, I snickered. I wanted to get it nice and wet before slamming into his boi pussy. I had Lisa suck my BBC as if she was sucking a golf ball out of a garden hose!! ♥ After sucking for 30 minutes, I was satisfied… for now. My BBC dildo is now dripping with his spit. I told the slut to bend over across the table and pull up her skirt. when she did, i told her to spread her “boi pussy” open for me. I took my latex gloved fingers and insert two of them inside. She was tight. I stretched my fingers open inside her and begin going in and out. The little sissy bitch moan. Next, I took both of my thumbs and spread her cheeks open as I pushed my Big, Black life-like cock inside her tight boi pussy. She moaned and begged for more. Just then, the telephone rang.
“Hello, This is B Domme C”.
” Well hello B Domme C, this is Master Troy”. I smiled
Hello darlings! I want to talk about cross-dressing. First, I will tell you how it all began with me…
Thirty years ago, I was home alone and saw that my sister had a new pair of shiny stiletto boots, in which was calling my name, laying around in the living room. At the time, I already had a very strong fetish for high heel boots ( via looking at dirty magazines) and decided to answer to the teasing shiny boots. I picked them up and began to shake due to the excitement that was arousing from within. I tried them on and zipped them up. “Oh my”, I whispered to myself. I pranced around until my sister arrived. I hurried to put them away. I was hooked. The rest of the day all i could think of was to wear those shiny stiletto boots. I simply could not get enough of them! I counted the days and hours until I could be home alone with the ” shiny boots” again…
According to recent studies, nearly 33% or 1 in 3 american men can be considered crossdressers. They have dressed in some type of women clothing at some point in their life. In addition to this, It should be noted that frequency of cross-dressing does not correlate directly with the intensity of the phenomenon either. There are cross-dressers who dress daily. Some once a week, a month or even a year!
So, I look forward to sharing my story in the blogs coming up! There is much to come because I have lots to say. Until next time, tell me your thoughts!
One of my good and loyal clients came to visit me last night. Oh, how I love when he come to see me! He is one of the few that takes my pain. He greeted me with a hug. “Now, drop to your knees and properly greet me”, I commanded him. He did as he was told and begin kissing my shoes. “Thank you B Domme for allowing me to come before you and serve”, he whimpered. My boi tois, submissives and slaves love to serve ME. Why?! I train them just like I like them: To be obedient, full of servitude and loyalty. Once you are hooked into my web of insatiable debauchery, there is no escaping!! I like to use my slaves tongues as brooms and mops, licking debris from my shoes, spit from my mouth, and cum from their dicks. I use my toys at will, playing with them each until I get bored and on to the next one. I am rough with my boi tois. I am like a little boy with his toys, use them, bang them, and toss them away waiting for the next new toy to arrive. As all toys, they wait for you to come back to play with them.
I am looking for my next toy! Do you want to play with me?
The slave is late and I am annoyed. he was supposed to come half an hour ago for his monthly milking, but he only came now, when I have to leave. I can only give him 7 minutes of My time now, so it’s up to him to get his release or wait another month. My driver is already waiting outside and I am all ready, so I am leaving in exactly 7 minutes as scheduled; I am not going to be late because of him. I unlock the slave’s chastity cage but his pathetic prick is small and soft. Doesn’t he want his release? Or has the permanent chastity made him impotent? I don’t really care and I don’t have time to tease him until he has an erection, I will extract his cum anyway. Hard or soft, his dick will give Me what I want because it belongs to Me. I will make the slave cum in these 7 minutes even if his prick is soft, and I will ruin is orgasm, just as he deserves. And will also double his tribute for this month, for making Me wait. And then I will lock him back and leave, I will send another slave to release him from his straps later.