Sensual Femdom

This is the very first kink I ever had. A loving relationship with a powerful woman who just happens to be in charge. I don't know if it comes from some deep mommy thing or what (though I hate mommy porn. Nothing kills my hard on faster than hearing some porn actor call the actress Mommy, or vice versa. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it if that's your fantasy, it just isn't mine.)

Anyhoo, sensual femdom. I love the Dominatrices who are calm and in charge. The screaming angry "You pathetic worm!" kind of Mistresses seem not to be in control of themselves. On top of that it feels very tropeish to me. "You maggot!" I mean god, who wants to hang out with a person they think is a piece of shit?

I want my Mistress to like me. I want her to enjoy my company. Does this mean there is never an occasion for anger or punishment? Of course not, but for me, those things should be a means to an end. They should reinforce who is in charge, and who obeys.

A couple of examples of serenely in control femdoms in movies are...

From 2002 Staring Brigette Fonda "The Snow Queen" There are a couple of moments where she gets angry, but even those don't blow the sexiness for me.

And the swimming pool/chair scene with Dana Delany in the 1994 movie "Exit to Eden"

Here's the picture I was looking at that which got me thinking about this. It's a very old drawing I did on my first computer, and you can probably see some differences in my style.

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Why Permanent? I don't have an answer.

Throughout my fantasy life, there has been a reoccurring theme that has always sneaked back around as something totally sexy and erotic. That is the idea of forever, or permanent.

My biggest turn on phrase is "You have to wear a bra and panties for the rest of your life."

I also love things like "I'm never going to let you go." or "This chastity is permanent."

Even the dark fantasy of amputation is just a permanent form of bondage.

Something about the idea of a situation with pleasure or torment never ending just gives me a nice spike of yum chemicals in my brain.

I don't know why this is, because I'm WELL aware that the fun of something wears off, and often times really quickly. I hope it goes without saying that "permanence" fantasies are just that for me, fantasy and nothing more.

Maybe it has something to do with a desire to be punished for pleasure? Maybe a holdover from a "sex is evil" upbringing?

I don't know.

Here's a picture that features a somewhat permanent version of a gag.

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(Gasp) Intruder Detected

Why as a heterosexual male who isn't into anal stimulation, do I like having a dominant "Plug", "Peg", or otherwise use my back door? And because I like that, am I in denial about being secretly gay?

I like it because it is wonderfully dominant, and no I'm not secretly gay and more over neither are you. Probably. If you're gay, I think you know it.

First off, being gay is not a yes/no thing, it's a spectrum. I personally am a subscriber to the "Kinsay Scale" which is a 5 level scale of sexuality from hetero to homo.

So why if I'm not gay, does it turn me on to have a dominant force me to engage in bum stuff? It's kinda like wearing panties in some ways. It's not unpleasant, and it's a constant and intimate reminder. In the case of panties it's a reminder of "hey, you're a boy and you're supposed to be wearing boxers or the like, and you're wearing panties. Naughty naughty!"

In the case of a butt plug, my mind says "Feel that? Of course you do, you can't stop feeling it for an instant. That's not supposed to be in there. It's one of your most intimate spots. A place YOU should be totally in charge of, and yet that woman over there is in charge of it. She's making you fill it. You are completely under her control."

In a way, as a total lover of power exchange, it would actually lessen the experience for me somewhat if I did like it. Same with forced feminization. Which also puts a complicated and interesting spin on things.

Because since I love one aspect of the act, over time I start to love the whole thing right? It's like how I love the sight of my ugly old comfortable couch, or the smell of my stinky dog. We all just get to like things that have positive associations.

Does this whole rant start to seem like a snake swallowing it's tail? Well hey I'm not here to solve any conundrums, I'm just here to yammer on pointlessly and show you a picture.

Speaking of which, here's a picture I did that is kind of in the category of today's yammering.

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The fun of Face Sitting

Sometimes called "Queening", or "Smothering", face sitting is a terrifically fun way to establish dominance, and at the same time allow the sub a lot of pleasure. He gets to have his face touch and feel your amazing ass, and lovely lady parts. And you get to regally sit on top of your loyal subject. In addition, it can also restrict air flow so it's a nice intimate way to practice breath control.

This delightful activity is one that is often enhanced by a plump posterior as well. One of my favorite fantasies is to have specially built furniture that can hold a slave inside, and only their face sticks out so that the Dominant can sit down on a comfortable chair, which just happens to have a submissive face perfectly positioned for smothering.

Here is a picture I did depicting something similar.

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Recipe for Locking Panties (to be used on a male)

I've never tried this, but the idea just came to me when I was on a long drive yesterday.

The idea is to make a pair of special panties that can be locked onto a male in a unique way. If anyone decides to make these, let me know how it goes.

First, have the subject put on the panties, and then measure exactly where the balls are.

Remove the panties, and cut a circular hole just big enough for the balls to fit through in that exact spot.

Sew a circular tube around that circular hole, preferably with a matching or at least complimentary fabric to the panties. When I say tube, think of the thing you draw the string through on a hoodie.

Get a small chain and thread it through the tube.

Have the subject put the panties on, and pull their balls through the hole.

Pull the chain in the tube tight so that it is firmly encircling the scrotum at the base, and then using a very small paddle lock, secure the chain.

It will be necessary to pull the chain to a small enough diameter that the size is not sufficient for the testicles to slip back through.

In theory now, not only should these panties be locked in place by the subs balls, but their testicles will be locked outside the panties on display for your use and abuse.

Obviously this is not inescapable. Such a small chain could easily be snipped with a pair of wire cutters, but so long as the wearer doesn't have access to any tools, this should be fairly difficult to escape.

Here is a photo shopped picture I made to illustrate.

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A story today

Something a bit different. Here's a story I wrote the other day, and haven't published anywhere yet but here. Its themes are post orgasm public humiliation, and forced feminization.

Holly knocked on my door, and I forced myself not to run to answer it. I was so excited, but didn’t want to seem like an eager puppy. She was coming over to help me live out one of my lifelong fantasies. She came in and we kissed and she asked me if I was ready. I opened my bathrobe to show her the clothes I was wearing underneath.

“Well I guess we should get going then.” She said laughing.

We walked out into the night, and got into her car, and she began driving to the spot we had picked out together. It was a lonely strip of road on the outskirts of town. At night, it didn’t get much traffic, but it had a couple of streetlights every block or so. I had timed it the night before, and thought it was random the street saw a car pass about every ten minutes at this time of night.

She pulled the car over, and I got out, took off my bathrobe, and threw it into her back seat. Underneath it, I was wearing classic black and white French maids outfit. I had five inch black shiny spiked heels on, sheer black nylon stockings held up by garters that were built into the corset I was wearing. I had tightened the corset up so tightly I could barely breathe, but the effect was nice.

Though I didn’t even begin to pass as a woman, it did give me an hourglass shape that was feminine none the less. Adding to the feminine shape were the massive breast forms I was wearing. I had saved up my money and bought a very expensive pair online. They were the biggest breast forms anyone made, and were easily the size of ripe cantaloupes, and the best thing is they felt amazing. When touched through the silky black bra that held them in place, they could barely be distinguished from the real thing.

I also had a pair of black stain panties that rubbed on my crotch and ass and constantly reminded me that I was dressed as a sissy maid. I was very horny right now, and the sensation was wonderful. I knew that would change if I came.

The shoulders of the maids outfit where very puffy, as was the special petticoat that I was wearing. It was so bulbous that it practically held the black satin skirt out horizontally, and it had the added effect of revealing my panties entirely to anyone who looked at me. Honestly, it was more of a white tutu than a petticoat.

Of course I had the classic white apron on, tied in a huge bow in back that had been starched to stand straight out, and it matched the over-sized white bow I had on the bouffant black wig I was wearing.

This outfit was a big part of my fantasy. As I said before, right now I was very horny and I LOVED everything about the outfit. At the moment, if anyone in a car passed by, I wouldn’t be embarrassed, in fact I’d probably stand up tall and proud to be seen as the closet sissy that I was. However, I knew that the moment I came, that would all change and I’d want nothing more than to get back into the car and get home so I could get the awful outfit off.

This is where Holly came in. As I had described my fantasy to her, she had listened excitedly smiling the whole time. I had assumed she would want to negotiate some of the points, but she liked it just as I had laid it out.

Now, sitting in the car on the side of the lonely street, she rolled down her window. “Well, get that cock out here so I can see it.” She ordered, and I was all too happy to oblige. I pulled down the front of my panties, and my organ sprung out fully erect. “Woo hoo!” She exclaimed. “Eager beaver I see. Well, we’ll see how long that lasts.”

With that, she produced a condom and put it on my cock, and began masturbating me. Though the condom reduced my pleasure somewhat, it was an important part of the fantasy. Luckily for me I was so excited; I probably could have cum from her blowing on my dick. As she stroked, she started to talk. I hadn’t told her exactly what to say, but I had outlined the gist of what kind of stuff I’d like to hear. She explained to me what was going to happen next, and what the rules were. (as if I didn't already know)

“Ok bitch, when you come, I’m going to tell you what to do with the condom. If you don’t smile and eagerly comply, I’m going to drive home immediately and let you deal with getting back to your house on foot.”

I groaned at the horrifying yet intoxicating thought of her driving away and leaving me dressed like this out in public and well over a mile away from my house. Also, I had locked all the doors to my place, and my keys were in her car. So when I got home I’d have to try to somehow break into my own house without being arrested while wearing a French maid outfit. Yikes! I knew for sure that I would comply with her instructions, because even though I was going to HATE them, anything would be better than her leaving me here.

“Once I give you my instructions about the condom, I’m going to drive up the street so that you can take a little stroll and show off your pretty outfit to anyone who passes by. I’m going to decide how far to make you walk based on how well you prance like a sissy. I’m also going to be judging you on your smile and how much fun you seem to be having. If you don’t walk like the little bitch you are, I’m going to drive another block away. If you don’t smile the whole time, I’m going to drive a further block away.”

“And here’s the fun part, if any car or pedestrian passes by, you have to keep your head up, and continue prancing while looking straight at them. You have to giggle and blow them a kiss when they pass you. For every time you don’t do that, I’m going to drive another block away. As you know, this street goes on like this for five miles, and I’ll be very happy to make you walk the whole five.”

I moaned and thrust my hips into her stroking hand. I couldn’t stand it; I was going to cum. “Oh God.” I cried out as I was on the verge.

“Promise you’ll really do all of that. Swear that you won’t have any mercy on me, even if I change my mind!” I begged.

“Oh, I promise. This IS happening. Your only chance to get out of it is not to cum. If you want to stop, you can get back in the car right now and we’ll go home. But if you cum, this is going to happen as sure as the stars are shining. And by the way, if you ask me for mercy or try to talk me out of it, I’m going to drive straight home and leave you here.”

“Once you’ve squirted your load into that condom, I KNOW you will change your mind. I’m well aware that you will want to just go straight home, and that all this sissy stuff will disgust you. I also know that the last thing in the world you’ll want is to have anything to do with that condom. But I promise you, I SWEAR that if you don’t do a totally convincing act that you are LOVING every minute of it I will drive straight home. Do you understand?”

“Oh God yes. Thank you!”

I was starting to cum now, my cock began to spasm.

“Once you’re done coming, you need to but a huge smile in your sissy lips and keep it there till we get home, or I’m leaving. Understand?”

“Yes! YEEEESSS!” I exploded into the condom more than I think I ever had. It was so amazing, so satisfying and so exhausting that I almost collapsed onto the ground. I leaned on the car till it was over, and opened my eyes a few seconds later.

Holly had already rolled up the window almost all the way, and had her hand on the gearshift. My condom now felt like a slimy disgusting mess. I wanted to rip it off and throw it away. My clothes that had been sexy a second ago, now felt gross to me. I was like having to wear something you’d gotten off of a dead body, or out of a trash pile. Every inch of my skin that was touched by the satin crawled in revulsion.

“Where’s the smile bitch?” She asked, and I could see that she was not joking around. The thought of having to walk a mile home like this terrified me to the point of wanting to scream. I quickly pasted a big phony smile on my face. “That’s more like it. That was your one warning. Next time you even THINK about not following through with your fantasy, you’ll be walking home.”

“Yes Holly, thank you. I’m so happy to be doing this.”

“Good bitch, I know you are. The best part is that this is YOUR fantasy. You did this to yourself. You told me I could chose what to make you do with the condom. Here’s what I want. Take it off right now, and for every drop you spill, I’m going to drive another block away. Now, do it hurry up.”

I carefully took the condom off, but still a drop fell to the ground.

“Well, looks like you get to walk an extra block so far. Now, tie the end in a knot so it holds all of your hot jizz inside. Good, now hold it out so I can see the cumbag hanging down in my rear view mirror when I drive away. Once I stop, I want you to very slowing and very obviously put the condom in your mouth. When you’re walking towards me, you have to bite a hole in it, and suck all of the cum out and swallow it. That sounds fun doesn’t it?”

A single tear rolled down my hugely smiling face. “Oh yes, that’s going to be so fun thank you.”

She put the car in gear, and I held out the condom full of more jizz than I’d ever seen in one load. I let my smile slip a tiny bit as she pulled away, but still kept it on my face. I wanted to die. I couldn’t believe that I had ever wanted this. It was horrible. Part of me felt like running away and stripping ogf the clothes and making my way home naked. Surely that would be less awful, but I would certainly be arrested if I did that.

Two full blocks away, she pulled to the side of the road, and stopped. Her window rolled down, and she made hurry up motions with her hand. Hesitantly, I put the condom in my mouth, and nearly gagged as I felt the hot goo inside. I didn’t think I could do this, but instinctively I started to walk toward her car. After a few steps, she revved her engine, and started to drive forward. I stopped breathing in terror.

“Not prancing!” she yelled, and I closed my eyes in defeat. I switched up my stride to be as close as a swishy girly walk as I could do. It made my face burn with humiliation, and even though there was no way she could see my face from three blocks away, I kept the smile plastered to it. Another thought occurred to me. This far away, I could spit out the condom and she wouldn’t see it. I couldn’t risk that though, she might want to check it when I got to her car.

I decided I’d better start trying to bite a hole in it while I walked so that I wouldn’t have to suddenly swallow it all at once when I got to the car. It proved to be more difficult than I thought, but finally I got a pinprick sized hole, and then was able to work that open more with my front teeth. In so doing, I accidentally swallowed a little bit, and physically gagged.

I decided to rip the metaphorical band aid off, and just quickly suck it all down. I felt very low. I was an official cum eater, and it had been my own doing.

Then the worst thing imaginable happened. I saw headlights coming. I quickened my pace, but kept prancing. I wanted to die. It took every bit of self-control I had not to run off the road and hide in the bushes. I knew that just not running away wouldn’t be good enough. I had to keep prancing, and put on a show for them. The only way I could bring myself to do it was to close my eyes. I feared I would literally die of humiliation otherwise.

I closed my eyes, and sashayed like Jessica Rabbit, and when the lights got very bright in my eyes, and I could hear someone hooting out the window, I giggled out loud, and blew them a kiss. Hot tears were flowing down my cheeks freely now, and I SWORE to myself I’d never do anything like this again. This would cure me of my sissy kink once and for all. Something in the back of my mind laughed at me, knowing that was not true.

Finally I got to her car. My feet were killing me, and my cheeks ached from smiling. I had the empty condom in my mouth as I approached her window. She rolled it down a crack. “Very good sissy, now open your mouth and show me that I shouldn’t drive home right now. I thanked the gods that I hadn’t spit it out, and was glad that I had already swallowed the cum.

“Oh wow, you did it.” She cooed. “I half expected you to spit it out along the way.”

“No Holly, I’d never do that, I love cum!” I said, not even trying to hide the tears.

“Oh that’s good. Now, I know you didn’t ask for this part, but I want to do something for me. I’ve been a really good friend in helping you with your fantasy don’t you think?”

“Oh yes Holly, thank you so much for helping me. What are you going to do?” I asked, trying to hide the panic in my voice.

“Well, if I drove away right now, you’d have to walk home. You’re about one mile and three blocks away. In those heels, that’d probably take you an hour easily. But if I were to drive you home slowly, we could do it in about five minutes. Also, when we get home you’ll have your keys and you won’t have to be locked outside your house."

"So… I think it's safe to say you'd rather me give you a ride home than leave you, even if the ride home isn't exactly what you were expecting. Right?"

I nervously said. "Uh... yes?"

"I think you'd have a lot of fun if you hopped up on the hood of my car and rode home up there, still waving to all the people we see. Don’t you think that would be very nice of me to give you a ride on my hood? And wouldn’t it be a lot of fun for you? You want to do that right? Before you answer, remember that I can still drive home now if I want.”

I gasped. “Yes Holly, that sounds so fun. I want to do that.”

“Good, hop on then, and be careful I don’t want you falling off and breaking a nail. We didn't do your nails did we? That's something we'll have to remedy next time we do this.” She laughed as she pulled away.

As the first of many cars to pass us approached, I looked down and held on tight to the car.

“Smile and wave. Remember that I’ve still got your keys inside here. And if you force me, I’ll drive all the way to my house with you still on the hood if I have to.”

I looked up, and waved. As they passed, I heard someone say “Ben, is that you?” I died inside, and she yelled out her window. “Yep, it’s him all right!”

The End.

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Cock and/or Balls as leash

Here's a shorty today.

It's not a big elaborate fantasy, but the notion of having a Dom/me use their subs cock like a leash is terribly erotic to me. Simply grabbing it with their hand and pulling them, or even attaching an actual leash to it.

One thing I find exciting is to have a ring pierced at the end of the cock and the leash clipped onto that. Or a parachute harness around the balls and have a leash attached to that. A leash is more practical leash than just direct holding with the hand, though it doesn't provide the direct skin contact which can be very stimulating.

Pro's and con's both ways I guess. One of the things I like about this particular activity gets back to the whole size of male subs vs. Female Dommes. The sad fact is no woman I've ever had the pleasure of playing with could have physically pushed or pulled me anywhere I didn't want to go. However, had they taken hold of my cock, or much more attached a leash via a ring, there is no way I could have resisted. I'm not going to use my own cock or balls as a tug-o-war device.

Here's a picture in the realm of what I'm talking about.

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Speaking of Dark fantasies... "Showers"

*** warning, this rant is about a subject that even most kinky people find taboo and possibly gross. Read on at your own peril ***

I find golden showers to be a lovely way for a Dom/me to degrade their submissive. Though urine is pungent and gross, it's not (to me) the nastiest thing on the planet, and it being a liquid washes right off. Similarly, male or female ejaculate is in my naughty little mind a great way to subjugate a sub.

Feces on the other hand, takes it farther than I care to go. So much so, that I don't even wish to catalog here, all of the specific reasons I feel that is going far. There are other bodily fluids also which could be used for the same purpose, but are simply to unsanitary and nasty for me to want to mention. Rest assured, if you can think of it, there are people who are into it. If you are one of those people, no moral judgement here. Just not my thing.

Now, having said all of that, I do have one of those really dark fantasies stored in the back of my mind which comes out every so often, and that is toilet slavery. For those uninitiated, instead of just "showering" the submissive, the sub actually takes the roll of the toilet for the Dom/me. Sometimes this is done using a box or device allowing the bottom to stick their head in and the top to sit upon.

This is one of those subjects, best explored in fantasy, be it photographic porn, or art or writing. The realities of it would make it unsafe, and it's definitely unsanitary. Once in a while I have drawn a picture depicting toilet slavery, and it is always done in a very vague way. I don't want to see defecation when I'm thinking about this, though the implication is fine.

Here is an example of what I'm talking about. (this depicts the punishment that happens when this slave swears around his mistress.)

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Muscle Women Sexy?

One of the disadvantages to being a straight male submissive, is that the majority of Dommes, are not stronger or larger than you. Though being able to physically force compliance isn't required for a dominant/submissive relationship, it would be nice. It would strip away one layer of role play and make it that much more real.

Now, there is definitely something to be said for the sexiness of the smaller of the two genders dominating the larger. It makes the fall of the submissive greater. To acquiesce to someone who is physically ones equal is an act of humility, but to bow to someone who is smaller and weaker is an even greater submission. I am a big fan of that.

Also, because of that very reason, a lot of techniques and methods for extracting submission have been developed by female dominants over the years that are entirely delicious.

Having said all of that, there is just something so exciting about the thought of ones partner telling them to do something, The sub refuses and then is physically forced by the Domme. One real life way of achieving that is with a muscle woman. I've lifted weights enough on and off in my life to know how much I can lift, and when I see that a sexy woman is routinely lifting more than my maximum, it makes me all tingly.

I CAN NOT keep thoughts out of my mind of her grabbing me and pushing me down. I resist, but it's useless. I for one find female muscles to be entirely sexy. With two practical caveats. One, I'm a boob man, as you probably know by now. And two, here's an ugly truth that I hope I'm not shocking anyone with. In order for any man or woman to get super humanly strong or big, steroids are necessary.

I for one am actually not entirely against their use. I think they are not quite the daemon they're made out to be, but that is a subject for an entirely different discussion. Suffice it to say, I believe that whenever you see a very large muscle woman, it is made possible by the use of testosterone injections. As most everyone knows, testosterone = man juice, and estrogen = woman juice. The very reason that men look like men is because of lots more testosterone in their systems.

When one artificially introduce large quantities of it into a woman, she begins to take on the characteristics of a man. Bigger muscles, lower voice, smaller breasts, her jaw line changes to be more broad and square, and her nose grows. As a heterosexual male, all of those features (except the muscles) make a woman less attractive to me.

Some day perhaps medical science will advance to the degree where the changes of testosterone can be targeted to specific areas. Until then, fetish art is a good way to have one's cake and eat it too in regards to muscle women.

Here is a picture I drew about this subject matter.

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Is it ok to have dark fantasies?

Yes. The End.

Don't worry, you know it wouldn't be me unless I rambled a bit and this one's a humdinger.

Not only is it OK to have dark fantasies, but I think almost everyone has them. Now, what is dark to one person may be tame to someone else, but I think everyone has those hidden little secrets in their mind. The stuff you won't even tell your partner. Those places you don't go every time you want to get off, but on special occasions you like to dip into the reservoir of REAAALLY taboo things that make you feel very naughty.

What IS important is that in real life, you live by the words CONSENTING ADULTS. Obviously, a child is not an adult, an animal can't really give it's consent. A drugged or unconscious person, or someone who doesn't know what they're consenting to can't give consent. Someone who is threatened, or coerced in any way, is not actually giving consent either.

So, make sure that your sober adult partner knows what they're getting into, and keep the really dark crazy stuff for your jerk off sessions, and you'll be fine. Unless you're one of the few people who has a mental illness of some kind dealing with sexuality and in that case, the kind of porno you look at online isn't the problem the rest of us are most concerned about, but rather what you do in the world.

Another guideline is that in viewing porno, make sure you aren't contributing to something that caused a real life person to be victimized in the filming or creating of it. That's why the kiddy stuff is absolutely not ok, or real snuff or rape porn. You watching that is only a step removed from doing it. So don't even watch that shit. However, again, if you're the type who is into that stuff, my preaching to you isn't going to make a damn bit of difference, and if like most people in the world you aren't watching that stuff and never would, you don't need me telling you not to.

I know that a lot of moral oral types would like to make the argument that dark fantasies lead to dark actions, but the data simply does not back them up anymore than the people who argue that pornography leads to rape or homosexuality. If that were true, 90% of human males (and many of the more clever apes) would be gay rapists, and obviously, that simply is not the case.

Also, because porno in general and dark kinky stuff is sooooo much more available to today's youth than it was to me and the kids of my era, or especially of my parents era, one would think if porno corrupts, then we'd see an absolute boom in psycho sexual predators, and this simply is not the case. Rape and sexual violence has been on the decline for some time now.

The simple fact of the mater is, that some people are psychopaths who are going to do horrible awful things. For those people access to porno may or may not be a tipping point on whether they act on those demented ideas, but for the vaaaaast majority of human beings, the kind of pictures you look at, or the kind of stories you read or imagine, simply are not going to warp your mind into being some kind of menace to society.

having said all of that, one of my dark fantasies, is amputee. As you know, I love the idea of power exchange, and the lack of certain limbs is like taking bondage to it's furthest extreme. Never ever would I want that to happen to me or anyone else in real life. However, the pretend fantasy of it can sometimes be sexy to me.

Here is a picture I did that illustrates that fantasy.

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Large dominants, small submissives

The giantess, crush kink has never been my thing particularly. However often times when I see a Namio Harukawa drawing, or some of Eric Stanton's work I find it incredibly erotic. Neither of them feature giant women exactly, just large women with small men.

Harukawa is very into face sitting, smother and "showers". Most of her female characters are large plump Japanese women, and her men are tiny and skinny.

Stanton on the other hand draws very large muscular women. Often they have massively large penises, but he has plenty of examples of women with standard lady anatomy too.

Both artists are extremely prolific and have extensive bodies of work. I recommend you search them out.

Here is a picture of my own done in this style. Rest assured that though the males face unintentionally looks quite young, both subjects in this drawing depict fully grown adults. The male has been shrunken magically.

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Why is a cartoonish style sometimes sexy?

Do any of you ever remember watching Saturday morning cartoons as a youth and being erotically thrilled by something that happened? I'm an 80's kid and watch a lot of loony tunes. Bugs would dress up as a lady, and I know that did it for some people. However it's the ones where they where forced to dress a certain way that got me.

I vaguely remember bugs being put in a baby outfit and force fed some gross medicine by a girl. I got excited about that. Or I think at least once he tricked Elmer Fudd into drag.

The Simpsons had an episode of Itchy and Scratchy where Itchy makes a tent out of Scratchy. It's overly gory and voilent as that show tends to be, but the theme of objectification and human (cat) furniture was exciting to me.

Later as an adult I came to love the art style of Whizzer Black who draws cartoonishly, and even today, though I don't do that style very well, and I usually try for as much realism as I'm capable, I still gravitate to the lighthearted cartoon style of many kinky artists.

I've thought a lot about why, and for me at least, I think it allows me to explore some taboos in a way that lets me ignore reality. I can have fun with gender bending topics without it too seriously causing me to think about sexual orientation issues. Or bondage and discipline that might be impossible or seriously injure a person in real life can be explored in a cartonish way without seeming too serious.

Obviously no healthy sane person would really want horrible things to happen to themselves or other people in real life, but I for one think the fantasy is absolutely acceptable as long as the good old mantra of Safe Sane Connecting Adults is rigorously applied to ones real life activities.

Here's an attempt I made at the style I'm referring to.

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Obsessed with French Maid

Forced feminization is hot as hell (if you're into it). The act of taking a guy, and forcing him to dress in a feminine way against his will. Panties are amazing for this task, a bra too, nylon stockings, a garter belt, all great. However all of those can and easily are hidden under regular clothing.

To really kick up the feminization, a full outfit can't be beat. For my money, there is no single outfit as universally recognized as feminine (by western civilization at least) as the classic black and white french maid uniform. It just screams girly and it screams submissive at the same time.

Because it's so iconic, there have been a million and six different designs of the french maid uniform. Hell, Birchplace shop alone has dozens. Tons of these new interesting designs are great, but I'm a sucker for the classic. Short puffy sleeves, black and white silk or stain. Very puffy petticoat and a white apron. Of course some kind of maid cap should be worn, and stockings with high heels is an absolute must.

I will say this, of the different variations possible on a french maid uniform, there is one change from the classic that I do like, and that is for the dress to be extremely short. So short that it shows the panties. Of course the petticoat has to be shortened too, but it still needs to be very puffy.

If I were allowed to make a one time irrevocable decision on what my every day work uniform would be, without even hesitating I'd say "French Maid please!" I'd probably regret it within a week, but that initial moment of rush I'd get from knowing I was gonna be a french maid forever would probably cause me to pass out, cum and have a heart attack all at the same time.

Here's a picture I drew of a guy who has not only been stuck in a french maid uniform, but has had his body severely feminized too.

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Panties. Why so sexy?

There a dumb joke that goes: "If panties aren't the best thing in the world, they're next to it." Even if one isn't into sissification, or cross dressing, panties seem to have this magical sexual power. The very word Panties makes lots of people all squishy. Men and women love them. Styles have changed over the years, but the enchantment of them hasn't.

A close second is the bra, but I think it's just that panties are the most intimate of intimates. They're right next to the holly of hollies, and I don't think there's any one piece of clothing that so exemplifies femaleness as panties do. One can imagine how, panties have a special place in the heart of sissies, cross dressers, drag queens, forced feminizers, transgenders and all other manor of sick perverts. :)

I think I can trace my love back to a childhood encounter. There was an older neighbor girl that I was enamored with. One day she asked me if I wanted to do "something bad." Of course my mind was on fire. I was excited and scared. She took me behind an old shed, and stripped down to her panties, then took them off and asked if I wanted to put them on.

Long story short, we ended up trading underwear (her wearing mine wasn't sexually charged for me) but holly shit, having on her silky panties was insane. I was like fucking her, even though I had no concept of sex at that time.

Also, if you want to psychoanalyze me a bit more I could mention that we got caught and I was in big trouble. I have no doubt that incident was helpful in sending me on my sissy way, and I'm glad of it. I've had a lifetime of pleasure derived from such a small piece of fabric. My favorite is silky or anything smooth like silk.

Here are a couple of pictures I drew that specifically illustrate some pantie fantasies I've had.

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Fetishes? WTF?

Talking about humiliation, degradation, ass and foot worship the last couple days got me thinking about fetishes in general, and I felt that topic was worth a rant.

As I was describing the perceived "lowliness" of the ass and feet, it occurred to me that there are people who actually find the feet to be attractive. Gorgeous even. There are people who get excited about not only feet, but just about anything you can imagine. They like the way it feels, looks, smells. People feel about their fetish the same way the general male population feels about boobs. They just love everything about it.

Why though? What is so attractive about a foot, or a ball gag, or a long set of fingernails or whatever the thing is? Well that mostly has to do with the lazy human brain. I submit that whether you remember it or not, every fetish has a development period. I'll give an example...

Billy has a trench coat fetish. He looks at a plain brown trench coat and it excites him. It puts him in a certain mood. why? Because when he was younger, he saw a TV show where a lady was walking down a hall wearing a coat like that. Later she took off the coat and was naked underneath. The image made a strong impression on Billy because he was young and horny. As time went on, Billy saw more of this. Perhaps he even started to seek it out, typing in search words to bring him there.

The human brain is plastic. When you associate two things together, the wiring of the brain gradually changes to physically associate those things. Neurons that fire together wire together. This is an energy saving technique, much like creating a keyboard shortcut for a function that you commonly use. In the beginning, Billy didn't find anything particularly attractive about trench coats, but now if you were to hook up censors to his head and show him a trench coat, you would find that his Amygdala was doing it's happy dance.

This is true of object fetishes as well as other less tangible fetishes, such as fetish of  a scenario. If you think about your naughty little secrets, you may be able to exactly identify how and when it started. You may feel like it has always been that way with you. I don't know you and I'm not here to argue, but I would suggest that most likely, even in the cases where you think you've always felt that way, you probably developed those feelings over time. That time may have been very quickly depending on the intensity of the situation.

Let me be clear that I am speaking of fetishes, and not sexual orientation. I do have thoughts on that, but don't confuse fetishes with sexual orientation.

Here's a picture I drew about a strong fetish of mine. In this fetish, I get excited by the notion of a person who looks calm and normal on the outside, but things are quite different on the inside. Obviously it also includes my fetish of forced feminization.

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What's up with Ass Worship and Foot worship?

To carry on with yesterday's theme about dominance and submission, today I want to discuss ass worship and foot worship.

Lets start with the ass. (That's what she said). The ass is somewhat of an erogenous zone already, which is to say that western society has sort of collectively labeled it a "naughty part". Therefor for our purposes we need to distinguish between the simple act of liking/loving the posterior, and being into "ass worship"

A working definition of "worship" in the context of this subject would be the act of adoring in a way that is meant to be submissive. Kissing, touching, caressing, massaging, often using the face as a point of contact and all done with great reverence. Usually while kneeling or in a physically submissive position relative to the object one is worshiping.

I mention the ass first because many people like the ascetics of the human ass, and therefor it's not such a stretch for them to accept that some people fetishize it and want to worship it. Interestingly, ass worshipers have subconsciously chosen the ass to worship in spite of it's relative acceptance as attractive.

Both the ass and the foot have in common that they are parts of the body with a mundane, even lowly or "dirty" job to do. The feet are literally walked on by every living creature that has them. They are the lowest part of the body. They touch the ground. They walk through dirt and mud, and accidentally step in gross things. In the modern world, they are stuffed into sweaty stinky socks and shoes, and become sweatier and stinkier throughout the day.

The ass, well... it poops. Nuf said. And by the way, make no mistake about it, ass worship almost always includes not only the glorious and popular cheeks, but the not so intrinsically beautiful asshole as well.

So if someone is into dominance or submission, what better way than to take two parts of the body which are often considered to be the most lowly, and then two parts of the body which are the most lofty and elevated, those being the face and hands, and subjugate one to the other.

When a person engages in ass or foot worship, they are acting out a concept. They are saying. The most lofty and noble parts of me are lower than the most humble parts of you. It's a very powerful act in establishing that you are over me. You are in charge. You're the Queen or King, and I'm just a servant.

(Tomorrow I'm going to talk about fetishizing things in general. Why we do it, what it means etc...)

Now here's a picture that somewhat marries yesterday's discussion of degradation, with today's subject of ass worship.

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Objectification and Degredation in Dominance & Submission

One of the concepts that is sometimes difficult to communicate to “vanilla” people about BSDM/D&S is the idea of “on top” and “on bottom.” People see a caning happening and they can’t understand why a person would enjoy pain. Isn’t that a universally negative thing, pain? How could another person inflict pain unless they are angry or hate the other person?

But they need to understand that the ropes, the chains, the pain, the costumes, whatever it is, isn’t really about that thing itself. It’s a symbol, it’s a prop, and all of it is about establishing dominance for one person and submission for another person. For me at least, that’s where it all starts. Understand the base, and you can probably grasp any other concept within the BDSM world.

Power exchange. One person wants to be in control. One person wants to be controlled. Forget the why for now, and just accept that some people feel that way. How is the question. How do we establish that then? How can I demonstrate that I’m in control of you, or vice versa? Well, there is of course the classic spanking, and tying up etc… But there’s another way to skin that proverbial cat.

If a person is sitting in an empty room on a chair, and you were asked to determine which was “in charge”, the person or the chair? Would the answer be difficult? One of them is a thinking, acting human being, and the other is an object. It’s a tool for the use of the person. So what if you take two people and make one of them into a kind of chair. Have them kneel down of the floor and the other person sit on them. For my money, that pretty clearly demonstrates which of them is literally on top.

How about this? What if a person and a dog are in a room? The dog is on the leash and obedient to the person. Which of them is in charge? Perhaps it becomes clearer why the fetish of human furniture exists and why many people love the idea of being made to look and act like a dog or horse or some other animal which is lesser than humans on the ladder.

Does that persona actually want to be turned into a chair? Is there something sexy about having wooden arms and legs, or it is just that it so clearly establishes dominance and submission? How about the puppy play/pony play thing? Does someone actually want to turn into a furry fluffy dog? (probably there are people out there who do) but for most people into that, it’s just a great fun way to show that you’re not in control, your Master/Mistress is.

Here is a drawing I did of a muscleman in a dog suit. To further his submission, his Mistress has devised a much more devious method for “leashing” him in pace. She’s pulled his balls through the floor, and locked them underneath.

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Short Short Short skirts that reveal panties

It's been a few years now since the first time I ever saw this wonderful idea. It was over at an online sissy store called Birch Place (free plug). Many of you reading this will already know of their existence.

One day while browsing, I saw something they called a Micro french maid dress. I nearly came in my panties just looking. It was normal french maid fair, except that the dress was cut soooo short that it didn't hide the garter, or stocking tops or even the panties.

There's something very sexy about a sissy revealing that she's wearing panties, but to just go in the underwear looses out on the further embarrassment of actually dressing up like a maid. This concept is the best of both worlds.

Since that day, I've incorporated a lot of ultra short skirts into my art, and I am also noticing it making it's way around the web in other designs and art. I think it's a great trend, and here's a picture of mine that demonstrates what I'm talking about.

(This image is the first panel of the 3 panel comic I did called Surprise Performance. In it, the mistress tricks the sissy into going out into the most public of situations imaginable while dressed. If you want to see all 3, head over to Patreon )

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Penis envy? Hell no, Breast envy!

I'm not well versed in Freud's theory of penis envy. I do know that it isn't generally held in high regard these days. I'm absolutely certain however that through the course of human history there have been cases of women who do envy the penis. Who do have a desire for one of their own. No question of it. I mean one can safely say that in the course of human history, there have been people who wanted anything you can imagine.

I am a heterosexual male, and have always been fascinated by large breasts. I remember as a child looking at Dolly Parton's album covers and really liking what I saw. I don't think it was immediate, but at some point I recognized in myself a desire to have a pair of huge breasts of my own. Big bouncy soft squeezable tits.

As a horny teen, I experimented with several homemade breast forms. Everything from balloons under the shirt, to stealing a bra, sewing a back to the cups and filling them with uncooked beans... (I know right? why the fuck beans? Why not rice, or foam or something?) I was a horny teen. There were probably beans around. And hell, after I was done jerking off, I could boil my bra and eat it.

Anyway, it wasn't until I was an adult with some disposable income that I was able to save up a bit of money and buy the biggest pair of prosthetic breast forms I could find. I still remember the wave of sexual excitement when I put them on and slipped a shirt on. It actually looked like I had a pair of big 'ol knockers. I liked how it looked.

It's probably lucky for me that wishes aren't real, because I would get horny and wish myself a pair of MAAAASIVE titts, and I'd also wish that I could never get rid of them. And believe me, that would really complicate my life.

Here's something I drew featuring particularly big breasts. This picture goes along with a story I wrote. It's posted over at Patreon (see link below). If you've seen much of my art you'll know that most of my work features unrealistically huge breasts.

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A Forced Feminization Game show

For many of us into the feminization/sissification kink, the "forced" aspect of it is important. The desire to dress up in pretty panties & girly clothes, while perfectly wonderful, is a different animal entirely than the desire to be FORCED to dress in those things.

The forced feminization fantasy is about being dominated. Being made to do something you normally wouldn't do, or even want to do is very powerful. There isn't much more intimate than the underwear we wear, and a close second is the clothes we choose.

In a world where being manly, and strong is valued so highly, is it much of a wonder that for a man to be forced to wear feminine underwear and clothing is not only an act of submission, but also is humiliating for such a man?

As the human creature can fetishize just about anything, it isn't surprising that the specific thrill of humiliation and submission of a man being compelled to wear woman's clothes is something that many of us have grown to love?

The idea of a game show where contestants are abducted and then forced to compete in a game involving feminization on television in front of millions is an idea that has haunted my fantasies for years.

Not too long ago I wrote up an introductory essay about such a game show and drew several pictures to go along with it.

You can see and read all of them under the title "The Princess Adventures" on my DeviantArt page, but I'll attach a sample image here too. You can also see a lot more of my art at Patreon

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Saint Patricia's Wish

A silly little picture for St Patrick's Day

I love magic and wishes when it comes to sissificiation.

Quite frequently I'll wish out loud that I had large female breasts, or that I have to wear panties for the rest of my life, knowing that I'd regret it later if it came true.

The idea for this picture was that someone catches the leprechaun and before he know what's happened, he's had to grant a wish that is pointed at himself.

Maybe later this same little guy will take revenge on whoever wish it.

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