Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Don't I Just Wish...variation
As I usually do, here are some manipulations of the photos from my last dressing session. But this time, I created a "scenario" for each picture and did one of my comic-book style illustrations, as I do for A Bimbo's Sanctuary (link at the right). In fact, I'll probably upload these there as well, later this week.
Putting Your Best Parts Forward
Bending to the Effort
Top and Bottom Display
The Pause That Refreshes
Well-Equipped
Highlighting Your Assets
Debutante with a Difference
Putting Your Best Parts Forward
Bending to the Effort
Top and Bottom Display
The Pause That Refreshes
Well-Equipped
Highlighting Your Assets
Debutante with a Difference
Vote!
I've never done this in all my years on the web, but...
It's a week until election day and I'm urging every single one of you to go out and vote. I don't care who you're supporting (personally, I'm supporting Obama), just go out and vote. Don't tell me you're in a non-battleground state like California and it won't matter...there are Congressional and Senate and local elections and state and local referenda, propositions and initiatives. They're all important.
Oh--if you are in California--there's one position I urge you to take: Vote No on Prop 8, the anti-gay marriage proposition. I'm pretty sure most of you are in favor of gay marriage, but don't skip voting on this one. That's just what the bigots want you to do...they're counting on lots of people who will only go into the booth to hit their choice on the top of the ticket and look no further...because they've energized their base not to do that.
It's a week until election day and I'm urging every single one of you to go out and vote. I don't care who you're supporting (personally, I'm supporting Obama), just go out and vote. Don't tell me you're in a non-battleground state like California and it won't matter...there are Congressional and Senate and local elections and state and local referenda, propositions and initiatives. They're all important.
Oh--if you are in California--there's one position I urge you to take: Vote No on Prop 8, the anti-gay marriage proposition. I'm pretty sure most of you are in favor of gay marriage, but don't skip voting on this one. That's just what the bigots want you to do...they're counting on lots of people who will only go into the booth to hit their choice on the top of the ticket and look no further...because they've energized their base not to do that.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Women We'd Love to Be--Round Two, Week 11
"You don't tug on Superman's cape...." but wouldn't you have loved to? Since her career-jolting stint as Lois Lane, Teri Hatcher has become one of the chief sexual icons of our generation. Now, on Desperate Housewives, she has come to virtually define "cougar". With so many of us also approaching our middle years, no wonder she's a woman we'd love to be!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Seduced into Satin
[This story uses the same set of images as the previously posted "Mom's Model Son". I forget why I did that...]
It's arrived at last! Sarah thought as she tore open the package. If this works, it'll be worth every penny I spent in ordering it. She sat down with the brochure immediately and began scanning it, checking the contents of the package against the instructions for use.
That night, Sarah appeared in the bedroom clad in the sexiest satin nightgown she could find at Victoria's Secret. "Wow!" her husband James exclaimed.
"You like?" she asked, innocently. He nodded. Sarah got into bed next to him and snuggled close, letting the smooth, soft satin of the gown caress James's bare chest. She gathered part of the gown in her hand and reached inside his shorts with it, softly stroking his privates with the fabric. She felt his cock grow and heard him moan.
"That's it, James," she said. "Feel the soft, smooth satin. It feels good against your skin, doesn't it? You like the way it makes your nipples feel, don't you? You like the way it makes your cock grow." Her voice became softer, yet more insistent, and she continuously repeated the words. "Soft, smooth satin," she said, over and over.
After some 20 minutes of this teasing and lulling, Sarah suddenly pulled away, leaving a frustrated James in arousal. He reached for the satin gown, tried to continue the erotic caress on his own--but Sarah pulled the sensuous fabric from his hands. "Uh-uh," she denied him. "This is my gown."
"Please, Sarah..." James implored.
"You want the soft, smooth satin?" she asked.
"Yes," he pleaded.
Sarah got up and went to her dresser; she pulled out another gown, identical to the one she was wearing, but several sizes larger. "This is for you, James," she said. She held it up, let its full length fall to the floor. James reached for it, managed to grasp the hem and stroke his cock with it again.
"Would you like to wear the soft, smooth satin?" Sarah asked.
"Only girls wear satin nightgowns," James answered.
"Do you want to wear it?" Sarah repeated.
James hung his head. "Yes," he answered quietly.
"Then you will have to become a girl, won't you?" Sarah asked, triumphantly. "Or else you can never feel the soft, smooth satin again, can you?" James nodded, completely lost in the spell of satin Sarah had created. Sarah instructed him to remove his shorts, then helped him put on the shimmering nightgown. As soon as the satin touched his cock, it sprang to full life, creating an enormous bulge in the front of the gown.
"That will never do," Sarah chided. "Girls do not have such unsightly lumps in their nightgowns." She turned back to the dresser and came up with a pair of satin panties in the same color as the gown. "Put these on," she demanded.
James meekly took the panties from her and, reaching under the hem of the gown, pulled them up over his loins. "They are the same soft, smooth satin as the gown," Sarah told him. "Don't they feel delicious?"
Now Sarah lay back with James on the bed, caressing his cock and his nipples through the satin, bringing him closer and closer to release, repeating "Soft, smooth satin" over and over as he came closer and closer to orgasm. "Say it with me, Jami," she commanded.
And James began to repeat the mantra with her, until it became a cry of delight as he came in his soft, smooth satin panties.
*****
One month later, James had not spent an hour since that first night without some piece of satin clothing on his body. Moreover, Sarah merely had to say to him, "Soft, smooth satin," to create an instant erection and a passionate need to act and dress as femininely as possible, in the manner Sarah directed.
Naturally, Sarah's friends didn't believe her tales of such absolute control of her feminized husband, so she invited them to a party to show off her new slave/lover.
The women were gathered in the living room as Sarah entered from the hallway. "I can't tell how I've been dying to show my little Jami to you all," she announced. She turned to the stairway and called, "Jami, the ladies are ready for you."
Moments later, a much-changed Jami minced into the living room. Her dark hair curled softly at her shoulders. Her makeup was impeccably done, making her look like a teenage model. She wore a cropped turtleneck sweater; a shiny silver miniskirt, nylons, ankle socks and silver pumps with five-inch heels.
The women applauded wildly. Jami blushed.
"Sarah, I thought you said that a fetish for satin was the trigger for changing and controlling Jami," one neighbor asked. "Where's the satin?"
Sarah turned to Jami: "Dear, would you please show everyone your lovely satin bra?" Still blushing, Jami shook her head no. Sarah scowled. "Jami, please show everyone your soft, smooth satin bra."
Now unable to resist as her arousal grew along with her need to obey, Jami pulled up the hem of her sweater, revealing the shiny pink satin bra that lifted and held her tits so proudly.
"Are those boobs real?" one of the visitors asked.
"Of course," Sarah replied. "I've had Jami on hormones ever since I first placed him under the satin spell. Next week, she has an appointment for implants."
"And she'll obey you in anything, even sex?"
"Especially in sex," Sarah answered, smiling. She turned back to her once-husband. "Jami, these ladies would like to see how you react to
soft, smooth satin." She handed him a satin scarf. "Please sit down here on this stool and use this scarf to make yourself come."
The guests watched in fascination as the fetish-mesmerized TV reached under her short skirt and took her already engorged cock in hand, wrapping the satin scarf around it and stroking it gently, but with increasing intensity.
As her climax approached, Jami began to gasp and then, as she filled the scarf with her come, she cried, "I am Mistress Sarah's slave to soft, smooth satin!"
*****
Another month went by, with Jami now living full-time in feminine guise. She was completely aware of all the changes Sarah had made in her, both mind and body: She now preferred giving her wife oral sex to regular intercourse; she was more likely to come herself through stimulation of her nipples or ass than her cock (always with satin involved, of course); she felt naked without makeup on and she could not abide the feel of anything except satin on her breasts or privates. Her breasts were now a firm round 36C; her hips had also been filled out; months of walking in high heels had firmed her calves and thighs into shapely curves--in fact, her legs hurt if she wore anything less than a three-inch heel.
Jami and Sarah were on a trip downtown, combining shopping with a visit to a location Sarah would not reveal. Jami wore an elegant white day dress with fingerless gloves and a matching hat (all with satin undergarments, of course). She stopped for a moment to adjust the strap on her white sandals with the four-inch heels. A full-length mirror was to her left.
"Look at yourself, Jami dearest." Sarah advised. Still leaning to fix her shoe, Jami looked in the mirror. "Aren't you lovely? Aren't you glad I feminized you with soft, smooth satin?"
Unable to object once those words were spoken, Jami smiled and answered, "Yes, Mistress, I'm very happy."
A few moments later, they approached a building on a side street. "This is our destination, Jami," Sarah said. "I just had to let my instructors see how beautifully you turned out."
As they entered the building, they passed a reception desk with a nameplate labeled "Mitzi". As they walked by, they heard the receptionist say, giggling, "IGR--Institute for Gender Realignment. How may I help you?"
THE END
It's arrived at last! Sarah thought as she tore open the package. If this works, it'll be worth every penny I spent in ordering it. She sat down with the brochure immediately and began scanning it, checking the contents of the package against the instructions for use.
That night, Sarah appeared in the bedroom clad in the sexiest satin nightgown she could find at Victoria's Secret. "Wow!" her husband James exclaimed.
"You like?" she asked, innocently. He nodded. Sarah got into bed next to him and snuggled close, letting the smooth, soft satin of the gown caress James's bare chest. She gathered part of the gown in her hand and reached inside his shorts with it, softly stroking his privates with the fabric. She felt his cock grow and heard him moan.
"That's it, James," she said. "Feel the soft, smooth satin. It feels good against your skin, doesn't it? You like the way it makes your nipples feel, don't you? You like the way it makes your cock grow." Her voice became softer, yet more insistent, and she continuously repeated the words. "Soft, smooth satin," she said, over and over.
After some 20 minutes of this teasing and lulling, Sarah suddenly pulled away, leaving a frustrated James in arousal. He reached for the satin gown, tried to continue the erotic caress on his own--but Sarah pulled the sensuous fabric from his hands. "Uh-uh," she denied him. "This is my gown."
"Please, Sarah..." James implored.
"You want the soft, smooth satin?" she asked.
"Yes," he pleaded.
Sarah got up and went to her dresser; she pulled out another gown, identical to the one she was wearing, but several sizes larger. "This is for you, James," she said. She held it up, let its full length fall to the floor. James reached for it, managed to grasp the hem and stroke his cock with it again.
"Would you like to wear the soft, smooth satin?" Sarah asked.
"Only girls wear satin nightgowns," James answered.
"Do you want to wear it?" Sarah repeated.
James hung his head. "Yes," he answered quietly.
"Then you will have to become a girl, won't you?" Sarah asked, triumphantly. "Or else you can never feel the soft, smooth satin again, can you?" James nodded, completely lost in the spell of satin Sarah had created. Sarah instructed him to remove his shorts, then helped him put on the shimmering nightgown. As soon as the satin touched his cock, it sprang to full life, creating an enormous bulge in the front of the gown.
"That will never do," Sarah chided. "Girls do not have such unsightly lumps in their nightgowns." She turned back to the dresser and came up with a pair of satin panties in the same color as the gown. "Put these on," she demanded.
James meekly took the panties from her and, reaching under the hem of the gown, pulled them up over his loins. "They are the same soft, smooth satin as the gown," Sarah told him. "Don't they feel delicious?"
Now Sarah lay back with James on the bed, caressing his cock and his nipples through the satin, bringing him closer and closer to release, repeating "Soft, smooth satin" over and over as he came closer and closer to orgasm. "Say it with me, Jami," she commanded.
And James began to repeat the mantra with her, until it became a cry of delight as he came in his soft, smooth satin panties.
*****
One month later, James had not spent an hour since that first night without some piece of satin clothing on his body. Moreover, Sarah merely had to say to him, "Soft, smooth satin," to create an instant erection and a passionate need to act and dress as femininely as possible, in the manner Sarah directed.
Naturally, Sarah's friends didn't believe her tales of such absolute control of her feminized husband, so she invited them to a party to show off her new slave/lover.
The women were gathered in the living room as Sarah entered from the hallway. "I can't tell how I've been dying to show my little Jami to you all," she announced. She turned to the stairway and called, "Jami, the ladies are ready for you."
Moments later, a much-changed Jami minced into the living room. Her dark hair curled softly at her shoulders. Her makeup was impeccably done, making her look like a teenage model. She wore a cropped turtleneck sweater; a shiny silver miniskirt, nylons, ankle socks and silver pumps with five-inch heels.The women applauded wildly. Jami blushed.
"Sarah, I thought you said that a fetish for satin was the trigger for changing and controlling Jami," one neighbor asked. "Where's the satin?"
Sarah turned to Jami: "Dear, would you please show everyone your lovely satin bra?" Still blushing, Jami shook her head no. Sarah scowled. "Jami, please show everyone your soft, smooth satin bra."
Now unable to resist as her arousal grew along with her need to obey, Jami pulled up the hem of her sweater, revealing the shiny pink satin bra that lifted and held her tits so proudly.
"Are those boobs real?" one of the visitors asked.
"Of course," Sarah replied. "I've had Jami on hormones ever since I first placed him under the satin spell. Next week, she has an appointment for implants."
"And she'll obey you in anything, even sex?"
"Especially in sex," Sarah answered, smiling. She turned back to her once-husband. "Jami, these ladies would like to see how you react to
soft, smooth satin." She handed him a satin scarf. "Please sit down here on this stool and use this scarf to make yourself come."
The guests watched in fascination as the fetish-mesmerized TV reached under her short skirt and took her already engorged cock in hand, wrapping the satin scarf around it and stroking it gently, but with increasing intensity.
As her climax approached, Jami began to gasp and then, as she filled the scarf with her come, she cried, "I am Mistress Sarah's slave to soft, smooth satin!"
*****
Another month went by, with Jami now living full-time in feminine guise. She was completely aware of all the changes Sarah had made in her, both mind and body: She now preferred giving her wife oral sex to regular intercourse; she was more likely to come herself through stimulation of her nipples or ass than her cock (always with satin involved, of course); she felt naked without makeup on and she could not abide the feel of anything except satin on her breasts or privates. Her breasts were now a firm round 36C; her hips had also been filled out; months of walking in high heels had firmed her calves and thighs into shapely curves--in fact, her legs hurt if she wore anything less than a three-inch heel.
Jami and Sarah were on a trip downtown, combining shopping with a visit to a location Sarah would not reveal. Jami wore an elegant white day dress with fingerless gloves and a matching hat (all with satin undergarments, of course). She stopped for a moment to adjust the strap on her white sandals with the four-inch heels. A full-length mirror was to her left."Look at yourself, Jami dearest." Sarah advised. Still leaning to fix her shoe, Jami looked in the mirror. "Aren't you lovely? Aren't you glad I feminized you with soft, smooth satin?"
Unable to object once those words were spoken, Jami smiled and answered, "Yes, Mistress, I'm very happy."
A few moments later, they approached a building on a side street. "This is our destination, Jami," Sarah said. "I just had to let my instructors see how beautifully you turned out."
As they entered the building, they passed a reception desk with a nameplate labeled "Mitzi". As they walked by, they heard the receptionist say, giggling, "IGR--Institute for Gender Realignment. How may I help you?"
THE END
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
48 Hours of Girlhood, final session
For my last photo shoot, I decided to do a series of portraits, just waist up. These are more heavily edited than the others, as I was trying to come up with something really attractive.
More pics are here.
FTR, even after I get everything back to the storage space, I think I'll keep that cowl-neck sweater and denim skirt combo here, for sudden dressing urges.
More pics are here.
FTR, even after I get everything back to the storage space, I think I'll keep that cowl-neck sweater and denim skirt combo here, for sudden dressing urges.
48 Hours of Girlhood, seventh session
Here it is, at last! The pink stretch miniskirt...and, my god, do I love how it looks on me!
I'm wearing the fishnets and the white sandals with it, of course.
Why do I love this so? Well take a gander at those gams:
And what about that ass, huh?
I think of this whole thing as "office girl goes sex-bomb".
More pics can be found here.
I'm wearing the fishnets and the white sandals with it, of course.
Why do I love this so? Well take a gander at those gams:
And what about that ass, huh?I think of this whole thing as "office girl goes sex-bomb".
More pics can be found here.
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