Strapon Sissy Bag O Tricks

strapon sissy mistressOh, my sweet, Strapon  Sissy.

It won’t be long now until I take you.  It won’t be long before your boi cunt is mine. I can see the pulse twitching in your neck, as you kneel in silent anticipation of that sissification bliss and consider all that strapon sissy play.  I let the moment linger. Then, as though I’ve suddenly turned impatient, I push your head forward, putting you on your hands and knees. I leave you there.

You know better than to look around as I walk away. The only indication you have of where I am or what I’m doing is the click of my stiletto heels across the cool, hard tile as I head toward my magic toy box. You try not to shiver as you think of the things in that trunk. You realize Mistress must be looking your way because I chuckle at your attempt to remain composed in those silly, ruffled, panties. We both know how your tension builds in the minutes before the game begins in earnest. In that brief time when you don’t know what will be coming.

Will Mistress come back with the harness? If so, which dildo will it be? The difference between intense pleasure or simple pain can be measured in less than an inch of difference in girth.

And what if Mistress chooses to make you an animal today? Will you be my playful puppy-boy, with the puppy-tail butt plug in your ass and wearing a collar, all while chasing a dildo as though it were your favorite dog toy? Or will Mistress be strapping a saddle on you and digging in with her spurs?

Your skin ripples in gooseflesh as you consider it.

Sissification Ecstasy

Out of the corner of your eye, you see flashes of red and black. You bite your lips to keep from smiling. I return to you, the two lengths of rope coiled in my hands and hold them to your face. You kiss the ropes, with your pink cocksucker lips, first one and then the other, and sigh. You wonder what pretty designs Mistress will be tying your sissy ass up in this time before her shimmering strapon is put to use.

It’s my favorite time of the day.  The strapon sissy play-date

 

Sissified Rides

Hit the streets, sissified bitch!

Sissified LimoI couldn’t help but chuckle when I saw this utterly sissified limo in London.  It really doesn’t get any more effeminate than a Barbie doll pink limousine now, does it?

Now tell me, what the fuck kind of cock worshiping, demasculinized bitch would get into a flaming pink ride like this one, huh?  Can anyone tell me?  Beuler.. Beuler.. oh.. shit, that’s right!  It’s you.  You would hop right into that little queen machine, wouldn’t you,  ya little faggot.

Yeah, I thought so.  And I know what kind of pink tinged femme fantasies go through your head (and your clitty cock) when you see this much  pink luxe in all it’s glory.

 I know some of you slutty motherfuckers can’t help but cream your ruffled panties over this shit.   Still,  try to remember it’s a limousine, so some decorum might be in order.  Oh, I know you want to hang out the sunroof and hoot at all the hotties like a drunk chick on prom night,  I get that you fantasize you’re about to get your ass cherry popped in the back seat.  But really we’re all adults now.  Your chance has passed to be the tiara wearing, dancing queen of central high.

Of course, slut that you are, it’s too late to pop your cherry in this pink dream on wheels.  Not with as many cocks and toys as you’ve had up that whore hole of yours.  But you can still celebrate the little whore that you are.  I’m sure we can manage to get you a cock or two in the back seat with you.  And after the ride, it can be left to you to give the driver ‘just the tip.’

And you know, when you inevitably need to reminisce or anticipate your pounding in a pussy pink ride, you know where to find me on Niteflirt.

The Mark of a Sissy

 Sissy tramp stamp. What does mine look like?

An addicted little sissy leaning fanboy of mine had a dream last night.   In it, he and his wife were getting tattoos with my mark on them.  I love those kinds of dreams.

If there’s one thing I love even more than turning a man into a sissy,  it’s him into a sissy and having him also coerce his wife or girlfriend into becoming my little slave fuck-toy.

sissy tramp stamp

The image above is a phrase in Hebrew that my ex-lover wears on his back.  (Sorry, I couldn’t find a picture of it on his skin.) He was more of a pain slut than a sissy, but being a devoted pet,  he took my mark as if I were bestowing a great gift upon him.

The original phrase is from the Song of Soloman where the words “Ani l’dodi v’dodi li” translate as “I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.”  Though, that’s a statement about a man  The female version is  “Ani l’ahuvati.”  (Thank you to the reader who corrected my weak Hebrew grammar. )

I Wasn’t Always a Sissy Mistress

When I was younger, I thought it would be nice to have the first part tattooed on my lower back. I planned to get the second half done when I was married.  It was kind of a romantic reminder that somewhere out there, the man I wanted was waiting, even if I hadn’t met him yet.  What can I say? I was young.  I probably had Cinderella singing “Some Day My Prince Will Come,” playing in the background when I came up with it.

The first time I was asked what sissy tramp stamp I would put on a slave, the answer was a no-brainer.  I would mark a sissy with that phrase.  “I am my beloved’s.”   What had once been a notion of romantic hope could easily translate into a sign of sissy ownership.  I made sure each sissy understood it was part of a longer phrase.  They know that intentionally leaving off the second half was accepting that they may surrender to me, but I would never be mutual.

The sissy boys and pseudo-slaves whacked off like mad as they thought about being branded like a piece of property.  Then they would forget about it until the next time.  Only the one had the balls and the temerity to take my mark.  Or was that just the lack of foresight?  After all, we’re no longer together.

What became of my marked sissy?

I haven’t seen him in years.  I hope he’s doing well.  Now he walks around with my mark on his back as a perpetual reminder of how he was owned by me.  That said, he knew the story of how I came up with that phrase as my mark, so perhaps he’s changed the message of the tattoo in his mind.  Perhaps now he looks at it and thinks, as I used to, “someday my prince will come.”  ..After all, I now know my grammar was wrong and his tattoo literally says he belongs to a man.

He’s just sissy enough to love it.  Are you?

10 Sissy Cocktails You Need To Try

Sissy Expression

Heading into the weekend, it’s important for every sissy to know and understand how to express her feminine nature and her inner sissy-whore in every aspect of her being.  From how she moves and how she sounds to what she wears and what she puts into her mouth, (no, I’m not talking about cock, you slut!) a good sissy will find ways to tell everyone just who and what she is, even if she’s not dressed in her full, tranny regalia.

Having so many choices to make can lead to a whole, heaping lot of sissy confusion.  But never fear, my darling clitty-dick, Mistress is here to help you make your choices in all aspects of your day.  After all, what is a controlling bitch for if not to tell you the right and wrong ways to live your life right down to every last feminized detail?

Sissy Cocktail Recipes

Cowboy Cocksucker

Ingredients

1 shot Butterscotch Schnapps

1 shot Irish cream

Directions

Blend the ingredients and serve in a shot glass

Creamy Kiss

Ingredients

½  shot Amaretto

½  shot Irish cream

½  shot Peach schnapps

1 /2 shot cream

Directions

Mix ingredients and serve in an old-fashioned glass

Blue balls

Ingredients

½ shot Blue Curacao

½ shot rum

½ shot Peach schnapps

¼ shot Sweet and sour

Dash of Sprite

Directions

Mix ingredients.  Chill with ice and serve in a shooter glass

Burning Cherry

Ingredients

¼ shot George Dickel

¼ shot Jack Daniels

¼ shotJim Beam

Dash Grenadine

Directions

Mix all the ingredients, leaving the grenadine for last.  Stir with a swizzle.  Serve in a shot glass

Cum shot

Ingredients

1 shot Butterscotch Schnapps

1shot Irish cream

Whipped cream

Directions

Blend the alcohol and serve in a shot glass.  Top with whipped cream.

Hot Dick

Ingredients

1 shot Irish cream

1 shot Gran Marnier

2 shots Espresso

Whipped cream

Directions

Pour Irish cream and Grand Manier in a mug and add espresso.  Top with whipped cream.

Flaming asshole

Ingredients

½ shot Grenadine

. ½ shot Green Crème de menthe

. ½ shot Crème de Banane

. ½ shot White Rum

Directions

Layer the ingredients by placing the tip of an inverted spoon against the inside of a shot glass and slowly pouring the drink over the bowl of the spoon so that it spreads over the top of the previous ingredient.  Begin with Grenadine, then layer the crème de menthe, the crème de Banana, and finally the white rum.  Light the rum before serving and serve with a straw.  Drink quickly, of course.

Pierced Nipple

Ingredients

½  shot Sambuca

½  shot Irish cream

Directions:

Shake with ice, strain into a shot glass

Pink Sissy Alarm

Ingredients

3 shots Vodka

2 shots Lemon Juice

2 shots Raspberry Juice

1 shot water

Directions

Mix lemon juice, vodka, and water and pour into a champagne flute.  Using an inverted spoon, layer the raspberry juice by placing the tip of the inverted spoon to the inside of the glass and slowly pouring the juice over the bowl of the spoon.  It is served layered and the drinker is to put their hand over the top of the flute and shake to blend it to a nice, sissy pink color.

Dick in the Dirt

1 shot Peach Schnapps

½ shot 151 proof rum

½ shot Southern Comfort

½ shot Yukon Jack

Splash Pineapple juice

Splash Cranberry juice

Splash Grand Marnier

Directions

Mix ingredients, serve over the rocks in a Collins glass

Enjoy your sissy spirits.

How Sissification Can Make You More of a Man

Sissification aint for pussies

masculine sissificationThe very notion of sissification brings to mind images of weak, unmanly creatures.   After all, what could be less manly than to take on the traits and mannerisms of a woman.  And to be honest, sissies don’t just take on female mannerisms.  They take on mannerisms that are exaggerated versions of femininity.  No natural born woman is ever as girly as a sissy in full pageantry.

The reality of it is that sissification takes some serious balls.  Of course, it’s easy to imagine the nerve it takes for a man to go out in public dressed as a woman.  Those sissy bitches risk ridicule at best and violence at worst .  But before a sissy ever reaches that level of confidence and bravery, she has to be brave in front of the mirror.  And that’s not small feat.

All you sissification enthusiasts know what I mean.  Whether you’ve been out, or your still just dreaming of putting on your first pair of panties, you know the guts it takes to confront your own sissified reflection.

Full on sissification calls upon many of the qualities we think of as being inherently male.  A sissy must have the pragmatism to recognize what she wants and the will power will to pursue it.  She must be direct enough to present herself as she wishes to be, with no apologies or excuses.   And she must have the strength of character to dismiss the opinions of ignorant people who would tell her that she’s somehow wrong or unnatural.

Sissification will make a man out of you, yet.

If a sissy is lacking, or weak in any of the qualities I’ve mentioned, the act of getting all girly will force her to develop them.  And of course, Sissies tend to be horn dogs.. another distinctly male trait.  As they follow their libido into a pair of panties or onto a butt plug, sissies are indulging that very masculine behavior of acting slutty.

While that last part doesn’t neccessarily make  you a better man.  It certainly doesn’t make you a worse one.

But as you dress up and make-up, you’ll not only strengthen those masculine qualities which will make you more manly in your day to day life, you’ll also come to have a better understanding of just some of the challenges that face women.

Oh, I don’t mean to say that you’ll suddenly know what it is to be objectified and diminished because of your physical appeal, or make less money than your fully masculine counterparts.  And no pair of stilettos will raise you high enough to hit the glass ceiling.  But in very small ways, you’ll come to know the women in your life a little better.

You’ll learn the frustration, and some of the discomfort, of having your pantyhose not quite reach your crotch.  You’ll understand the ache of wearing high heels to go out dancing.  And you’ll feel a sense of triumph when you finally get your false eyelashes on straight.. ort straight enough to hide any mistakes with eyeliner.

And little by little, you become a better understanding, more manly version of yourself, as you indulge the more feminine version.

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