Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Monday, July 27, 2015

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Beach Bunnies

A CD friend with something of a "thing" for retro beachwear sent me the original of this photo...and I re-interpreted it as follows:


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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Carla Cutecurls

So, what did he do to wind up here?

He refused his mistress's commands--he wouldn't dress as a girl in public!

Oh, never a wise choice. So what is his punishment?

Read it for yourself--his mistress wrote out the whole thing for me.

Well! He's certainly in for it, isn't he? But he seems so calm about it all...have you...?

Yes, I've already injected him with the submission serum. He's completely obedient for the next several hours...and totally suggestible. He'll follow any instructions we give him after it wears off!

Why don't you get started? I'll sit and enjoy the show for a while.

Hello, Carl...feeling comfortable?

Yes, miss...

That's good. We're going to start with some hair treatments. I'm going to frost your hair, first...give it nice icing of platinum blonde. Won't that be pretty?

Oh yes, miss, that sounds wonderful....

Good! Now just relax while I place this frosting cap on you and begin to pull some of your hair through the holes. You may feel a tugging on your scalp....

Oh...yes, miss...I feel that! Ouch! Must you tug so hard?

Yes, Carl, I have to make sure the hair is secure through the cap. But come now, a little pain is necessary to be pretty, isn't it?

I suppose so, miss...will I be pretty when you're done?

Very pretty, indeed, Carl.

I'm a man...men aren't supposed to be pretty...

That's the old view of society talking, Carl. Nowadays, men can be whatever they want to be...or what their women want them to be. Your mistress wants you to be pretty. You want to please your mistress, don't you?

Oh, yes, miss...Mistress gets very angry when I don't please her...

That's good...now, I'm applying the bleach to your hair. It's going to be a lovely silver blonde when I'm done.

Isn't that awfully drastic, miss?

It's what your mistress desires, Carl...isn't that what you desire?

Oh, of course, miss...

Now, come over to the dryer, Carl. We must apply heat for the bleach to process properly. I'll lower the hood over your head...now, just relax and let it work.

Isn't that the dryer with...?

With the hookup for the subliminal messages? Yes, of course...would you like to hear a little of what Carl is listening to?

Certainly....

...you are a prissy little thing...you mince when you walk...you carry your elbows close to your waist, your lower arms extended, your hands pointed down at the wrist...you lisp when you speak...

Wy word! He'll be a simpering little pansy when he wakes up!

Exactly! Just as his mistress wishes him to be!

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Well, he's been under there for an hour now. Time to move to the next step. Carl, how do you feel?

I feel quite refreshed, mith. Can I thee my new hair now?

Not quite yet, Carl...it's not all finished yet. Let me get my clippers...

Clippers?

Oh, yes, Carl is going to have a very interesting look when we're done. There we go, sweetie...nice and short all around. Now for the curlers and the perm.

Perm, mith? Like a permanent wave?

Oh, definitely, Carl...you're going to have just the cutest mop of tight curls....

Oh, dear, mith...I will look tho completely girlish!

Not exactly, dear. There...all the curlers are in and soaked with perm solution. Back under the dryer for you.

More mind processing too?

Oh, yes...here, give a listen:

Your name is Carla Cutecurls...you are not a girl...you are not a man...you are a sissy, a pansy, a nancy-boy...you wear girlish clothes but never skirts or dresses...>

He'll be a laughing stock!

Yes, even in the fetish community he will be absurd. You should see the outfit she sent for him to wear when he leaves!

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All right, Carla, almost done...let me do your makeup. Not too much, of course...we want you looking sissy-ish, not like a woman! That's it, just a little eyeshadow and mascara, some blush, some lip gloss. Now, I'll take out your curlers and then we'll get you dressed!

Mith, I thtill haven't theen what I look like!

Soon, Carla, very soon! Here, put on this little training bra...no, no inserts for it. And these pretty panties. Now, this cute little halter top that leaves your tummy showing. And these tight capri pants, so that your panty lines are clearly visible. Finally, these patent leather kitten heels...be careful walking in them at first!

He's a picture of humiliating feminization!

Yes, he is...now, Carla, look in the mirror...what do you think?

Oh, thank you, mith...I am just the perfect thithy boy my mithtreth wanted!

THE END

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

July Dressing 3--Legs and Stripes

A comfortable t-shirt style dress:



The dress is another from Kmart's Attention line, bought in March 2012; the shoes are black mary-janes by Isaac Mizrahi, from Target in November 2007. Other accessories are a blue bow and silver jewelry. As before, I'm bare-legged.



I'm particularly pleased with the picture on the left above; the pose is feminine and perfectly natural.

And a portrait:


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Sunday, July 12, 2015

July Dressing 2--Polka-Dots and Legs

More dots...and lots more legs...



The navy polka-dot blouse is from Kmart's Basic Editions line in June 2012; the skirt is by Attention, also from Kmart in January 2011; the shoes are "Kacey" spectator perforated pumps from Payless in March 2015. Other accessories are the polka-dot bow, silver jewelry, and silver belt. It was hot and humid, so I went bare-legged.



A pretty portrait:


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Friday, July 10, 2015

July Dressing 1--Pink and Polka-Dots

I haven't worn this dress since I first bought it over a year ago:



I also realized I had never done an official catalogue entry for it:

Manufacturer/line/store: Star Vixen (Forman Mills)
Date: March 2014

The accessories are a pink bow, chunky and silver jewelry, pink belt, pink thigh-highs, and Fioni "Hilt" poppy patent pumps, from Payless in June 2009.



Here's a portrait as well:


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Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Cream Compulsion

"Wow! This tastes great--especially that icing," Carl exclaimed as he took another bite of the pastry.

"Oh my god," Samantha whispered to Vera Demanden, "he doesn't even realize what that 'icing' is, does he? He doesn't know that it's--"

"--cock cream," Vera interrupted. "That's what we call it around here. And, no, he has no idea."

"But how did you get him to like it so much...and how did you make all these other changes?" Samantha asked.

"Well, I hypnotized him, of course," Vera answered matter-of-factly. "He had no idea I was doing it, but he's a very willing and natural subject."

"Why did you do it?"

Vera's eyes flashed with anger. "I learned he was very forceful in demanding that his dates suck him off and swallow every drop of his cream," she explained. "I decided to let him experience that for himself. So I put him under--it was remarkably easy--and convinced him that his own cock cream was sweet and sugary and absolutely delicious."

"But the rest...?" Samantha asked.

"Well, once I had him addicted to the stuff, it seemed logical I should take the next step. Let me demonstrate." She beckeoned to Carl. "Carl, dear, would you come over and sit opposite Sam and me?"

Carl rose and minced to them in his high-heeled pumps and sat daintily on the edge of the chair facing the two women. "Now, Carl, what are you wearing today?" Vera asked.

"A red minidress, pantyhose, and ankle-strap pumps," he answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Don't you think that's a bit odd?" Samantha inquired, intrigued.

"No, not at all...what else should I be wearing?" he wondered.

"Well, most guys would be wearing a t-shirt and jeans and sneakers..." Samantha suggested.

"Oooooh, what a horrible thought," Carl protested. "That wouldn't be attractive at all..."

At that moment, Vera leaned forward and passed her hand over Carl's face, from brow to chin. "Sleep," she commanded. Carl's eyes closed and his chin dropped to his chest. "Carl," Vera asked, "where are you now?"

"I am in trance, Mistress Vera," he murmured.

"And what is special about trance?"

"In trance, my mind is open...I am prepared to accept anything you say or ask."

Vera turned to Samantha. "Time to take this to the next level. There's a package on the table next to you--hand it to me, will you?" She took the box from Samantha and opened it, revealing a very realistic dildo and a jar of a milky liquid. "This is the accumulated cock cream from a month of Carl's daily milkings," Vera explained. She opened a spout on the "balls" of the dildo and poured the contents of the jar into them. She held the cock before Carl. "Open your eyes, Carl..."

He responded, his eyes glassy and expressionless. "What is this, Carl?"

"A cock, Mistress Vera."

"And what is special about a cock, Carl?"

"It makes cock cream..."

"What is special about cock cream?"

"It is sweet and sugary and delicious and..."

"And...?" Vera prompted.

"And I cannot get enough of it," he responded.

Vera spoke to Samantha. "Up to now, I have merely made him drink the results of his milkings from a glass. Today we move on..." She addressed Carl again. "Then what would be the best way to get as much cock cream as you can?"

Carl was puzzled. "I don't know, Mistress..."

"Oh, really, Carl," Vera chided him. "How did you get cock cream into your girlfriends?"

"I made them...I made them...suck my cock," he replied.

"Then what should you do to get cock cream?"

"Suck a cock..." he whispered.

"Like this one?" Vera asked.

"I suppose so, Mistress..."

"Very well, then...proceed..." And Carl, hypnotically compelled to follow her orders, began to eagerly suck on the faux cock...but he was frustrated that nothing came out. So he sucked even harder. Finally, Vera relented and squeezed the "balls" of the dildo, sending a rush of cock cream into Carl's mouth, so much that it dribbled over his red-painted lips. She pulled it out of his mouth, still dripping, and held it before his eyes.

His gaze was locked on the cock and the cream that dripped from it. "From now on, a cock is your only source of cock cream," Vera advised him. "And you will need to find that source at least once every day. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

"Very good...with this you need a new name. You are now Carol Creamgobbler," Vera said. "Now awake!" And she snapped her fingers.

"Oh, Mistress Vera," the newly christened Carol gushed. "Is there any more of that delicious icing around?"

"Why, yes, dear," Vera said, holding up the refilled dildo. "I have some right here!"

THE END

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Monday, July 6, 2015

(S)he's Got Legs--Conclusion


The next morning, Harley arrived in a crisp white shirt, navy pencil skirt, dark hose and black patent pumps. Vera again summoned him to her office.

"Sit," she commanded, pointing to the couch. "OBEY!!" He sat, as she pulled up a chair and a small table. On the table was an array of cosmetics that she began applying to his face. In a short time, he was wearing lipstick, blush, eyeshadow and mascara. "There--now, you look like a proper sissy, Holly..."

Harley looked at her with surprise. "Holly, Ms. Demanden?"

"Yes, that is your new name--Miss Holly Hosenheels," she explained. "I have had all your company records altered to reflect it...and I have scheduled an appointment with a lawyer to have the proper documents filed to change it legally. You will, of course, comply. OBEY!!"

"Yes, Ms. Demanden," the newly christened Holly replied.

"Very good...now, I have one last task for my new sissy," she said, as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her ample bosom in a black lace bra. "I entrapped you thanks to your leg and foot fetish--though it was unknown to you. Please ask John to come to my office...I believe he has quite a fascination with breasts."

She watched as John approached her office. "Ah, yes," Vera thought. "You will make a perfectly lovely Jean Jigglijugs."

THE END

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Sunday, July 5, 2015

Archelle's New Wave

I haven't done one of these in quite a while, but I saw the original and realized there was definitely an "Archelle" in it:


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