Dressed to Impress

The Real Fun

My Sexy Sissy

Seen or Not Seen?

Domme for the Day

Mind-Melter

Shopping with "the Boys"

Nancy in the Navy

Time-Travel Tranny

Portrait Gallery Three

The final two sets of portraits:





I'd be interested in comments on which of these looks best.

Portrait Gallery Two

Two more sets of photos from my recent shoot:





Two more sets of these to come.

Under Control, conclusion

Part Five:

Over the next six months, Justin became more and more feminine, truly earning the right to be called "Justine." Ms. Control changed his clothing style to silk, satin, and lace, with petticoats galore. He slowly graduated to higher and higher heels, until at last he could mince on six-inch stilettoes without fear of stumbling.

In the meanwhile, Ms. Control deepened her power over Honora as well, until the formerly dominant older woman became a pretty submissive plaything for her younger lover. Honora also began to wear prissier clothing, giving up her tight skirts and blouses for little-girlish attire. The two women shared a bed at all times, often joined by Justin, who became accomplished at bringing each of them to climax using only his tongue and lips--while he became addicted to coming when his ass-pussy was filled and stimulated. In time, he began to wear a butt-plug constantly, which only added to the enticing wiggle of his walk.

The trio became well-known in the lesbian community of town, although few knew how much a part the young "Justine" played in their sexual activity. Finally, one night, as they dined in the local gay hangout, a leading member of the community approached them. "Connie, Honora, you know the anniversary of the legalization of same-sex marriage is approaching," she began. "We'd like to celebrate the occasion by having a spectacular lesbian marriage right here in this club. I know you two are a committed couple, with a lovely ward here in Justine. Are you ready and willing to make it official as part of our celebration?"

Honora, in her now-accustomed submissive role, blushed and turned to Ms. Control. "It would, of course, be up to you, dear," she said, shyly.

"I think it's a wonderful idea," Ms. Control agreed. "And Justine can be our maid of honor." She turned to the community leader. "That is, as long as I can make all the arrangements..." The community leader readily agreed and they set a date. Ms. Control looked at her two lovers and slaves. "We will make a beautiful trio...and I know exactly what we should wear."

One month later, the club was decked out for the wedding with lots of pink and white. In a room near the back, Ms. Control looked over her companions. "You both look scrumptious. Are you wearing the appropriate accoutrements?"

"Yes, Ms. Control," Honora replied. "I have a vibrator on low deep in my pussy and my nipples are pierced."

"Yes, Ms. Control," Justin also answered. "I am using my vibrating butt-plug and my heels are locked to my feet."

"Very good! Ahh...there's the wedding march. Time for our entrance," Ms. Control announced. Justin led the way in his short pink strapless dress floating over his petticoats. As always, he carried his hands and arms in the sissy posture and his step was never longer than eight inches. Honora followed in a short frilly wedding dress with deep decolletage.

When they reached the temporary altar, a fanfare sounded and Ms. Control began her walk down the aisle, slinking in her long, sensuous ivory satin gown, the very picture of dominant lesbian power. She took her place beside Honora and the officiant began the ceremony. When it came time for the vows, they spoke the ones Ms. Control had prepared.

"I promise to be a loving, obedient, submissive partner...to never argue or defy," Honora said. "I am a pretty plaything for my partner."

And then Ms. Control said, "I promise to be a loving, demanding, dominant partner...to always maintain my authority over her and use her as my delicate plaything."

Silently, Justin went over the vows he had agreed to: "I promise to be a submissive male lesbian lover to both my partners, to be a source of arousal for them, to always obey them in all things...."

The officiant pronounced them a married couple and Ms. Control kissed them both in turn, whispering in their ears, "You may come now."

And they both did.

THE END

Portrait Gallery One

Unfortunately, I will not have the opportunity for a full-on dressing and photo session this month, as the wife's usual evening out has been cancelled. I did have time this past Monday for something a bit less complicated.

I pulled out all six of my wigs...including three I haven't worn in ages...put on makeup and set up for a series of portrait shots. I also included my prop glasses in some of them.

Here are the results of the first two, featuring my straight black wig and the very curly red one.

I'm Too Sexy For....

Office Rules

He's Got Legs

Chains of Love

Sexy Sissy Slut

Under Control, Part Four

Part Four:

Over the next month, Honora and Ms. Control slowly increased the femininity of Justin's wardrobe, without ever making him look completely like a girl. They added A-cup inserts to his training bra, began to include lace on the cuffs and collars of his tops, added tight short-shorts and capri pants to his bottoms, and now all his shoes had one-inch kitten heels. Thanks to continued exposure to the hypnotic phone app, he grew to be aroused at the sound of his heels click-clacking on the hardwood floors of their home. And, of course, he slept in nothing but baby-doll pajamas.

Near the end of the month, Justin awoke one night to the sound of soft moaning from Honora's room. Was his Aunty Honora all right, he wondered. He slipped into his heeled mule slippers and minced down to her door. He knocked and called softly, "Aunty Honora, is everything okay?" The moaning simply continued. He pushed the door open and found Ms. Control laying on the bed, her legs spread, and Honora between them, servicing the other woman's pussy. The moans, it seems, were from Ms. Control, in the throes of orgasm.

"Everything is...just fine," Ms. Control said. "It's time you realized that your Aunty Honora is my lover. In fact, she is as much in my control as you are. Watch!" She shifted position and Honora raised her head from her worship. The TV came on and the screen filled with the same swirling colors that entranced Justin on his phone. Honora's eyes were glued to them. "Honora, who am I?"

"You are Ms. Control, my lover, my Mistress," Justin's aunt replied, a soft smile on her face.

"And who are you?"

"I am Honora, your puppet, your obedient servant," Honora said.

Ms. Control turned to Justin, whose eyes were also riveted to the TV screen. "And who are you, Justin?"

"I am Justin, the pretty sissy, in training to be the male lesbian lover of both Ms. Control and my Aunty Honora," he murmured.

"Very good!" Ms. Control grinned. "As long as you're here, we might as well move on to the next step of your training." She lay back down, legs spread again. "Come here and worship me as you saw your Aunty doing." She looked at Honora. "Get your strap-on harness and dildo! It's time Justin learned more of being a sissy."

Justin took his place on the bed, his round ass in the air. Honora came back with the dildo bouncing at her crotch. She lubricated it and knelt behind Justin. "Just relax and let it happen, Justin," Ms. Control advised. "I promise you it will be pleasurable." Justin buried his head between her thighs, tasting her juices and seeking out her button. Honora positioned the head of the dildo at his ass-pussy and slowly pushed in.

Justin gasped, but never stopped attending to Ms. Control. "Very good," the hypnotic mistress said. "Now, Honora, slow and easy...let our sissy feel the joy of being filled." The scene went on for some 30 minutes. Ms. Control had several orgasms and, upon her final one, she said, "All right, Honora, Justin, you may have your own climaxes."

Honora thrust the dildo deep into Justin, and his sissy-cock exploded with cream. Ms. Control scooped it up with her fingers and fed it to both Justin and Honora. "Excellent, my pets. Tomorrow, Justin can truly become Justine!"

MORE TO COME

November On Your Knees

Sissy Gwen's monthly instructions:

Sissy Cousins

Polka-Dots and Petticoats

Golden Girl

Sissiteen

Not Just a Boy

Under Control, Part Three

Part Three

Honora began pulling out a range of clothing, from a frilly little girl party dress complete with petticoats to a figure-hugging sheathe to a mix of tops and skirts and girlish pants. "This is my favorite," she said, holding up the party dress.

"Not yet," Ms. Control noted. "I think we should start him off as a very obvious, androgynous sissy, and let him grow into being a true girl." She began going through the other clothes, picking out what she thought were suitable choices. Honora bowed to her wishes, knowing her friend had far more experience in this.

While it all went on, Justin simply stared at himself in the mirror, thinking and murmuring, "Sissies look pretty...I'm a sissy...I look pretty...Sissies look pretty...I'm a sissy...I look pretty..." over and over again. By the time they were ready to dress him, he was convinced that being a pretty sissy was his own idea.

"Come here, Justin," Ms. Control called. "Time to make you even prettier!"

"Yes, Ms. Control," he answered and went to her. She started by pulling a short-sleeved pink crop-top t-shirt over his head. "Maybe we'll get a nice piercing for your belly button," she teased. Next she handed him a pair of tight pink jeggings. "Pull these on, sweetie," she advised, "make sure they're nice and tight and smooth on your legs and sissy ass."

The final touch was a pair of pink patent-leather ballet flats with cute gold bows on the instep. Honora helped him slip into them. "Go look in the mirror again, Justin." He moved back in front of the mirror and smiled. "I'm a sissy...I look pretty..." he murmured.

"You certainly do, Justin," Ms. Control agreed. "Now, it's time for you to wake from your trance. When I count to three and snap my fingers, you will awaken, aware of all that you have done and all that has changed within you."

"One.....two.....three...." SNAP!

Justin's eyes flew wide and he gasped. "Oh, my...what have you done? What am I?"

Ms. Control moved next to him, so he could see her in the mirror as well. "You know what and who you are. Tell me..."

He smiled then and said, "I am a sissy...I look pretty..."

"Yes, you are and you do," Ms. Control said. "But it's time to teach you how to act like a sissy as well." She pulled out his phone and activated the hypnotic app. She held it up so he could see it in the mirror. "Go back into trance, Justin..." The swirling colors soon had Justin deep in trance once more.

"Justin, there is a big helium balloon tied to each of your wrists. It is pulling your arms up so that they are bent at the elbow. You will always feel these balloons giving you this classic feminine pose." As she spoke, Justin's arms slowly rose until they held the position she described. "Very good."

"Now, Justin, there is a dainty gold chain, just eight inches long, connecting your ankles to each other. You do not want to break that chain. It means you cannot take a step longer than eight inches. Show me how you walk with that chain." Justin began to take a series of mincing little steps, his arms never changing position. "Very good, Justin," Ms. Control complimented him. "That is the way a sissy walks. You will always move like this, with the balloons and the chain keeping you in a sissy-ish posture and stride. It will make you happy and aroused to move like a true sissy."

She looked at him and said, "One......two......three...." SNAP!"

Justin awoke once more. Honora sat on the bed and said, "Come to me, my pretty sissy nephew!"

"Yes, Aunty Honora," he replied and began to mince toward her, feet never more than eight inches apart, hands and arms in their overly girlish pose.

Honora rose and kissed him delicately. "I love you like this, Justin!"

MORE TO COME

My Secret Sissy Day

On Thursday, October 25, I received the following instructions from Mistress Lola:

Tomorrow you're going to play Secret Sissy. Bra and panties under your normal clothes, and if you can get away with it, painted toenails. But, and here's the twist, if you get caught, or if anyone asks you, you have to tell them the truth. That you were instructed to wear them by your Mistress, and that you are a happy little sissy.

As I explained to my Mistress, I was unable to obey the next day, because the schedule did not permit it. But I did, indeed, have my "Secret Sissy Day" the following Monday, and sent her the following report:


6:30 am. Awoke, began usual morning routine.

8:00 am. Wife goes to her office, begins work (she works from home). I go upstairs. Normally, I'd go straight to my office...today, I went to the bedroom and, as instructed, I put on a bra and panties. Both pink...the bra has soft cups, so it will be (I hope) not too obvious under my male shirt.

8:30 am. Start my own computer work...putting together some new art for future posting on the blog.

9:30 am. Go out grocery shopping. No one notices my femme undies.

10:00 am. Return home; put away groceries. Go back to work in office. I am constantly aware of what I'm wearing, feeling the constriction of the bra around my chest. It reminds me of my sissy nature.

11:00 am. Nap

Noon. Go out to buy lunch

1:00-4:00 pm. More work in office. Write part three of "Under Control" and send it to you.

4:00 pm. Unfortunately, time for the Secret Sissy to disappear. I retreat to the bedroom and the bra and panties go back into hiding.


So, how did it feel? It was wonderful! I felt feminine and sexy and so aroused by the secret I was concealing from the world! There were times I wished someone would notice so I would have to reveal my sissy status and instructions. That would have been simultaneously humiliating and more arousing!

Someday, when the wife is away, I will do this again...but with a bra more likely to be noticed...and a trip to somewhere I won't worry about being seen by anyone I know.

And I will do this...and you'll all be the second to know. Mistress Lola will be the first!

What to Wear

Ease on Down the Road

My Sissy Twin