Mistress is helping me become the gurl of my dreams. I'm bent over a table, my white panty pulled down to the tops of my matching stockings, exposing my behind. My petticoat and black maid's skirt is pulled up above my waist. My poor behind is sore and red, Mistress finished taking her hairbrush to it only moments ago.

Right now I can feel the line of her body all along my own. She is bent over me, holding me, matching my body with her own. She is whispering encouragement into my ear, holding my head in her hands, helping to direct me as I take the cock before me into my sissy mouth. I hope that my new-found femininity is pleasing to her.

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One of the things I've always most enjoyed with my femdom explorations has been the tremendous variety in play, fantasy, and fetish that I get to experience.

Everyone is different, and all fantasies are different, so getting to know someone and explore with them is always exciting to me.

One thing that is especially delightful though are those times that I get to play with couples, people in committed relationships. This play can take many forms, both partners may be submissive in our time together, we may have a pecking order in our play with one partner submissive to both while the other submits to me but dominates the third along with me, or it might be a scene with two dominants one person submissive to two of us.

Sometimes this play is simply that, an amazing and exciting time, other times it is more instructional with a couple coming to me so that the skills that accompany bdsm can be learned.

Whatever form it takes though, playing with a couple is a very special experience for me, and I'm thrilled whenever the opportunity presents itself to me. Luckily, I have found that through the years, as bdsm and fetish has become more accepted these opportunities have increased, and I now often find myself in my studio meeting another delightful husband and wife, helping them to explore all that the world of female domination has to offer.

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Cunts are delightful in their variety, and that leads me to contemplate a question of fancy.

Let us say that our imaginary dominatrix possessed a beautiful female slave, and that said female slave sported one of those luscious cunts in which the inner labia extended below the outer.

Our dominatrix, being the sort who enjoys marking her property decided to have those large inner labia pierced.

How should she do so?

Rings or studs? One only, one per side, more? Stainless or gold? Small and delicate piercing or a nice big ring gauge?

What about additions, should she add anything else? A small padlock holding the lips together? Something large and heavy to further stretch them over time? Something uncomfortable so that the slave would never be able to forget what was between her legs? An ownership tag like one would place upon a dog?

Tell me, if you owned such a creature, what would you do?

Likewise, since so many who visit this blog are slaveboys, tell me, do you fantasize about having your little worthless cock and balls sporting jewelry? Tell me what it looks like in your dreams, what function it serves for your owner and yourself.

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I didn't want to choke but I couldn't help it. I tried to concentrate but it was impossible.

Her left hand was wrapped around my neck, my hair in her fist, and with every thrust of her hips she would pull my head forward forcing the impossibly large dildo down my throat. Like any good slut, I hoped to learn how to take her cock deeply into myself, but I found myself coughing, gagging, almost retching uncontrollably with each violent thrust.

If that wasn't enough to keep me occupied her other hand curled around my body and was being forced into my ass. She'd begun with a single finger but slowly she was opening me, pushing me to accept more.

As I knelt there, weak in this beautiful woman's arms, fucked from both ends, it occurred to me that this was what I most desired. I wanted to be her slut, her sissy, her cross-dressed little pussy, a toy for her amusement. My body cried out in pain from what she was doing to it, and the earlier beating I had received. My beautiful makeup and lingerie were destroyed, but I knew that when she was finally finished with me I would beg to do it all again.

I yelled out as she forced yet another finger into my ass, she stifled it by ramming her cock deeper into my mouth. Outside of myself, overcome by sensation, I relaxed as I felt her hand finally slip into my body, my abused ass clenching her dainty wrist.

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It seems strange, but the biggest joy I get out of my writing is also its biggest drawback.

In a nutshell, it is that my writing is a labor of love.

That's a great joy because I do it for myself. Folks read it, and I love and appreciate that they do, but even without readers I suppose that I would still write, for putting my thoughts down is something that I ultimately do as an indulgence of myself.

It is also however a drawback because folks who do enjoy reading what I write are quite important to me, and I hate to disappoint them. Sometimes though what they expect me to write is not what I write, and other times my writing is not fit for public consumption at all.

So, I write for myself, but as a writer with readers, one does feel a sense of obligation, which should be met, at least as often as not.

Given this, I hope that you loyal readers out there will forgive me when I don't write enough, or when my writings stray from their usual course. Please know that I do value the fact that you take the time to read what I have to write, and that while my writing ebbs and flows in volume low tides will always be replaced with high.

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Until the end of the month my book Dystopian Longings is on sale, 75% off at Smashwords.com.

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I had a spectacular 4th of July, and I hope that you did as well.

Good foods, good friends, and good fireworks. What a delightful way to celebrate our Declaration of Independence from the English King and his Parliament.

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