So heres the question: How does a poor bohemian artist sissy pay for facial femminization and breast implants when said same broke girly is so far below the poverty line they would have to bury it just for her to see it?

My first three plans were rejected as they involved Illegal activities, dubious co-conspirators, and a trained baboon named Bobo.

I was very surprised to learn that the winner of the contract for the art piece will in part be decided by popular vote on there website. Heres where you come in. If you could please, pretty please go to their website and vote for my project; as you will in fact be casting a vote for the feminization of a sissy just like you. It doesn’t take but a couple minutes and it would mean the world to me.

I don’t think the irony of voting for a religious statue will result in the total emasculation of a panty waist sinner is lost on anybody here.

In exchange for your vote if i win…. i promise that every step of my femminization and augmentation will be filmed and televised right here at Sissify. So there it is. You have the power to transform me completely! Kind of like a kinky fetish story isn’t it? Personally I love the idea. Only one vote per sissy.

The name of the company again is Cooper and Cunningham the name of the sculpture is Justica Eternis

Thank you for your support ! (big hugs!)

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The world just grew alittle dimmer today as the number one iconic light of The Fetish world passed on to the next realm. There was none better at giving form to our desires passions and dreams than Miss Bettie Page. She graced the covers and interiors of the earliest fetish magazines such as Bizarre and Reluctant. and a slew of 8mm grindhouse films. She did it all with a bright innocence and a wicked glint in her eye. No doubt when the history is written and finalized, Ms Page will be portrayed as a tragic angel in the same panthion as Jean Harlow, Marilyn Monroe & Sharon Tate…but bettie was OUR Goddess. The Goddess of fringe people. A symbol of sexual freedom and expression.

I created this video because I knew i would not have the words to express my deep love and respect for Ms Page. i dont think anybody who was influenced by her can, its something beyond mortal verbage. Please watch the video and experience her magic one more time;. and when you think Of Miss Page…. bow your head and give an extra deep slow curtsey for our most worshipful and newest gaurdian angel.

heaven just got a little hotter i think. Goddess Bless MS Bettie Page. WE love you!

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Greetings Mistresses (curtsey) Hi girls(hugs)

About ten months ago i started creating this wacky series of videos for YouTube called the Orchid Lament Diaries. It is the story of a average guy living an average life when suddenly his world is turned upside down by the strange and unexplained fact that he is turning into a faerie. A girly little pixie sprite. Complete with wings wand and shimmering tiara. He feels new urges new desires and he must fulfill everyone of them no matter how humiliating. Has he going insane ? Could he be in fact under a magical spell? Is he just the most successful sissy ever to repress his cross-dressing desires?

i love this character more than any other i’ve ever created because through the birth and creation of Orchid Lament i have learned so much about exactly the species of Transgender creature i am. Allow me a small digression and ill try not to make it boring.

My Mother is Scottish and she is a proper lady through and through. A graduate of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. However being a good Scotsman above all else, Mother likes to party. When i was growing up, she was very tight with the Scottish community of Colorado… and occasionally parties would erupt in my house, that would get more than a little out of hand. It would start off with the bagpipes blaring from the stereo then onto a round of singing. And sooner or later my Grandfather would rip loose with a incredible version of Danny Boy. i can still hear his baritone voice singing that mournful ballad. By this time my Mother would be well and truly in Her cups. i was always trying to keep a low profile, but Mother would sooner or later spot me and she would tell Her story of how she had found me on the banks Of Loch Loman . That i was kelpie changeling child.

 Now a kelpie is a water creature, that are related to the Loch ness Monster and water horses.  They are shape shifters, and one of their aspects is a kind of mermaid creature with slick black seal like skin, and strange magical powers.  i never thought much of these stories. They were more embarrassing than anything. But when the stories began to follow me i began to pay attention.

When i was about twelve i had a chance encounter with a legendary Exotic Dancer named Tempest Storm. The details of which i have written about in my autobiography Diaries of a pervert. The upshot of this was Tempest looked right at me and told me that i was a faerie. A faerie creature. She said this as matter of factly as my Mother once told her tale of Loch Loman.  The evidence was beginning to mount up. It was starting to gnaw at my subconscious.

Then as i grew, event after event persisted. People whom i never met before, telling me i was enchanted or magical. And they weren’t meaning it in the complimentary terms of casual conversation. Some approached me like they expected me to grant a wish right on the spot. Others were fearful and genuinely scared of me. i am told that to this day im still a legend at my high school for being the spookiest kid ever to attend , not that is not a difficult  trick. The kids i went to school with were as dumb as a box of water logged socks. But there was something up inside me. i mean, i knew i was cross-dresser since i was a wee pervert.

I also knew that my one desire in life was to be a fabulous Drag Queen. . However i seemed very verifiably heterosexual in my proclivities towards the opposite sex. Not unusual for a cross dresser but highly unusual for a Drag queen.

Well years later i found myself working at the Queen Mary Show Lounge in Hollywood. The longest running continuous drag show on planet earth at the time.. and that’s where i met Butch Ellis and Dolly Levi.  Two of the very best Queens ever to grace a stage ever, anywhere. Anytime. Butch was the host of the show, and every night he would say the same thing. At some point during his monolog “I see you have come to watch the faerie’s dance.” It was such a nonsequiter , it never got a laugh. But i knew i would have to ask him about it. Butch almost whispered his secret to me…. He said. “That’s because we are the faerie’s veronica.  This what we do.“  i went to Dolly who was my Drag Mother and told her what Butch had told me. Dolly looked at me like i was insane and said. “ Well duh! “

After that day the faerie in me began to wake up and my life began to change. My art became better, my performance sharper. My whole outlook on life grew almost down right Disney positive. With tweeting birds and smiles all over the place. The more i looked around with faerie eyes the more faeries i spotted . But the people i spotted most with the magical power in them, brightest even in the darkest alleys were the T.G. people.

Now i know what your thinking. Your thinking Holy Catatonic Seizures and straightjackets. Veronica Vinyl is completely mental. Maybe its was some lead based makeup, or one too many falls in ultra high heels. But she’s bug nuts. That all may be true, but that is where Orchid Lament came from. If this is insanity, you can keep reality… thank you very much.

Ok one more digression and i swear i’ll stop. Last year i finally decided to express my faerie self as an actual faerie. I began to work on a costume, and wore my costume to a convention in LA. I did not expect the reaction i got. Oh sure, the kinky like it. They are all costumed up themselves. It was when i left the convention area and wandered around the hotel, kids came up to me and tugged on my dress.

Grown Women approached me asking to be faerie blessed. Even stuffy stodgy men wanted me to grant their wishes. i was blown away. These people fully were ready, and i would say even needed to believe in faerie’s. They were sending me their desire in waves… i had only ever experienced anything like it when on stage. 

So here she is. Orchid Lament. In all of her species dysphoria . I’m hoping to spend allot more time in my faerie wings in the future. Granting wishes and weaving my spells, dancing amongst the trees with my faerie lights burning bright. Do you believe in faerie’s? Because the faerie’s believe in you.

Carpe Noctum 

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We understand it’s tough trying to live and maintain two wardrobes but making the most of your clothes for your money doesn’t need to be a daunting task.

Don’t let your finances leave you in a jumble, you can still find affordable, fashionable, clothing during these hard times and a wardrobe disaster can be avoided with just a few simple pointers. 

1. Buy the best you can afford - Opting for cheap rags could end up being a costly mistake. Cheap tat loses its colour and shape after only a few washes so instead of Wal-Mart think Chanel.
2. Budget - Yawn. We know how you love to shop but be careful with your dollars. Budgeting for a more expensive, gobsmackingly gorgeous dress can often be more cost-effective in the long run, while ensuring the end result is more pleasing on the eye. Too right!
3. Buy classic pieces - Don’t feel you have to go to the Mall every time some fashion guru announces a new trend. Buy the classics which are timeless and will last season after season. And if you’re an adventurous sissy these can be updated each season with additional accessories such as jewellery, bags, belts, shoes, hats and scarves.
4. Wrap it in a Scarf - You can pick up scarves of all kinds of prices and shapes, and there are so many different ways to tie them. If you have some tawdry rag that fits you like a glove but feels so last season - drape it with a scarf.
5. Ask for help - Now this might be a challenge for you self conscious sissies but an excellent exercise in itself. Most quality stores have a fashion advisor. It may not be in your nature to ask for assistance but this is your perfect excuse to show your femininity. A good advisor will help you spend your money wisely and can instantly asses what is needed to make you look fabulous, by taking into account factors such as body shape (beer belly) and lifestyle (trucker). 
6. Don’t impulse buy - We bet you have a wardrobe of ‘never worn’ high heels that where on offer and you couldn’t resist a bargain. Don’t go there, it’s a bad habit best avoided as it more often leads to you having to face the consequences of buying clothes of the wrong size, shape or colour to complement the rest of your wardrobe. 
7. Accessorize, Accessorize, Accessorize - Investing in a range of key accessories is also a way of creating a new look to your wardrobe, without spending a fortune. A statement piece of jewellery, such as a necklace, can make a massive difference to an appearance and can draw an instant ‘wow’ factor or say ‘sexy slut’, dependent on the look you’re ultimately after.
8. It’s for charity - Swallow your pride girl, charity shops, garage sales and jumble sales can hold the key to a clothing bargain. Careful scouting can often unearth designer labels and vintage pieces with a price tag that doesn’t break the bank. Lead the way….
9. A sissy clothes swapping party - A good opportunity for a natter can also bring you a fresh new look for the oncoming season. A rewarding method is to meet with a group of sissy friends with two or three different items you all wish to swap and make it an occasion – pour out the wine or have a fun time over a cup of coffee. Finding such like minded girlish friends needn’t be a challenge as here within the House we have a wonderful community of like minded girls who are only too eager to swap their smalls.
10. Doh! - When buying your sissy clothes it’s recommended that you look at the wash care labels. I’m sure you do this already when washing your Mistresses dedicates but we hear countless stories of sissies unable to remove tiresome stains simply because they didn’t read the label.
11. Care - The best piece of sissy advice is to look after those garments. Hang, store and wash carefully and they will last and look good for much longer.

Know any others? Please comment!

Elegance & Punishment

Now granted, i’m a fetishist and i like pain in my play. Spanking paddles, whips floggers etc, etc…. but canes are another matter. A cane in the hands of a brilliant administrator of corporal punishment can be an amazing experience. A humbling, agonizing experience, that will change up a errant slaves outlook with the whistling speed of a single stroke. It’s also an experience i avoid like the plague. A striping by cane is a serious matter for me. It is pain like a wasp sting. A pain that grows and builds even after the first stroke. A kind of sting that goes all the way to the bone, bounces off the bone, and goes immediately to the brain to file a complaint with the cerebellum. i mean it hurts. A lot.

So here is WhypDancer… smiling her pleasant and friendly smile sitting at her booth banging away at piece of fine silver sheet making a rose bud. A innocent scene of an artist at work. And here is me being drawn in towards her booth like the complete idiot that i am. What is that draws me in? What makes me come so close to look at the things that scare the poopie out of me at the mere mention of the word cane? WhypDancer doesn’t simply make canes, she makes slender royal scepters… magical faerie wands. Exquisite ornate sterling silver and bejewelled wonders. And this girl likes shiny, pretty things. Deceptive beguiling enchanting and evil.. Pure unholy evil.

Nothing so phantasmorgically whimsical should be capable of illiciting the kind of heartfelt and impassioned screams that they do. It goes against the laws of Disney. Its unnatural i tell you. But there they are. i just pray that Mistress Alexia doesn’t walk by and notice them. Please pray with me. You cant possibly see how a fabulous lady can resist these evil instruments looking so elegant and commanding such attention. Beautiful accessories that one could picture a evil faerie tale Queen reaching for to punish the alabaster white perfect skin of a usurped Princess. Or perhaps the decadent and jaded Mother Superior of the convent seeking to instruct her young trembling noviate in the finer points of suffering.

This is some amazing and beautiful stuff and WhypDancer in my humble opinion is the very best at this little niche of BDSM She has set the bar so high, it is hard to imagine anybody catching up. If you are a devotee of the toys and implements of torture… then you need to own a selection of WhypDancer’s canes. If you are discriminating Dominant Woman then it would be hard to imagine that you haven’t held and swung one of WhypDancers beautiful slender corporal teaching aides. Her work is that essential to the aesthetic of BDSM Role Play and the image of the Dominitrix .

i really do want to give one of these to my Mistress as a gift one day. You know, when im feeling completely insane, or am tired of life. Perhaps when i have suffered some terrible nerve damage and can no longer feel anything below the neck. Yeah that’s when ill do that. Oh what a wicked Qaundry You have presented me with WhypDancer. Beauty to be afraid of Now that is truly Divinely Decadent .

Carpe Noctum

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Greetings Mistresses (curtsey) Hi girls (hugs)

One thing i want to attempt to do with this blog is bring folks the very best in sissy products and services. And OH girl have i got a great first entry. Its called Breast Solutions Complex Though i think it should be called something like Big Honking Booby bomb… It’s a breast Enchantment pill and i gotta say It actually works. Its an herbal dietary supplement and from what my research can reveal it seems to have two active ingredients. Phitoestrogens and natural collegians These ingredients just go straight at the boobies and start building really pretty breasts.

Big Honking Booby Bomb!

i discovered this stuff at about 2 AM in the morning wandering around a Walgreens drugstore looking for Nyquil because i had the flu. i don’t know why i picked up the bottle of Breast Solutions.

i’m usually very dubious about herbals. Maybe i was delusional as i had a fever of 102 . Nobody should go shopping with a fever like that. Especially me.. i’m likely to buy anything. As it was, my cart was already full of things i couldn’t explain or justify, but seemed so damn important at the time. A tripping sissy plus 24 hour convenience shopping equals something that’s hard to describe, but resembles Ebenezer Scrooge after his epiphany on Christmas Morning . You know Trying to buy something for everybody you had ever met ever. Madness i tell you.

Well when i got this stuff home i realized that i had just blew more than thirty bucks on this big bottle of what no doubt would prove to be a placebo at best.. But my pride was up and after a few hours rather than feel like a complete shmuck i had convinced myself that this stuff would work and i was going to take the entire bottle using recommended dosages of course before i passed judgment. So that’s what i did. It didn’t take a whole bottle however before i started to see results. It took about 5 days. i swear to the Goddess… Five Days! . My chest began to swell, my nipples were hellah sensitive. i couldn’t believe it.

Mistress Alexia was delighted as i couldn’t wait to show her and i was flashing my titties at anybody who would look. Ten days and the effects were confirmed. i had an A cup pair of cute little Guzungas. Ok Not Pamela Anderson maybe but i mean Damn! Good start.

Now in the interest of full disclosure. This not my first pair of titties. i grew a nice large pair about eight years ago when i was working for The Queen Mary Show Lounge. i got up to a C cup before the club closed. And i couldn’t afford hormones anymore. Or food for that matter. The tits receded like the tide and i was left flat chested as well as flat broke.

Nowadays i have a fabulous role model in the breast department. Mistress Alexia has a pair of the most awesome breasts i have ever had the chance to Gape over. I’m shooting for a pair like that… though Mistress has told me that if i grow bigger breasts than Her then i have to buy Her a new set. i think Im pretty safe for now anyway.

Three bottles of breast solutions later and my little girls are really quite beautiful i have named them Sabrina and Samantha and bought them pretty bras to rest in. i don’t actually know why these work so effectively on me but they do. Your milage may vary. However to confirm my little experiment ‘The greatest Living Drag Queen in the world’ and my friend Dolly Levi was looking to build up her front porch as she often plays Elvira on stage. Her results were the same and with one bottle she had all the cleavage she needed. The product claims that it works on men and women equally. And actually also helps shrink the prostate as bonus. There is side effects i’ve noticed for me any way. One is weird dreams and the second is the disturbing feeling in the middle of the night that you can actually feel the tittles swelling. Very strange indeed…

For a sissy however looking for a little body play and fun fun fun with chemistry i think this stuff may be just what you are looking for. For a transsexual, from what i’ve read in testimonials and such that once the size that you want is achieved a maintience dose of one pill a day keeps them happy perky and ample.

For me they are a dream come true. i feel like somebody deployed a floatation device against my ribcage. Its awesome! And its definitely cheaper than silicone.

Now i probably cant recommend self medicating as that would be unethical. But if by accident you are handling the bottle and you accidently fall and a few pills wind up slipping into your mouth and you swallow involuntarily then that’s not my fault now is it? If you are very accident prone you could wind up like me with a rather dazzling and attractive rack to keep you entertained on those cold lonely winter nights. Let me tell you sabrina and samantha are two of the best buddies a sissy could ever have.

Now i’m off to spend some Quality time with my new girl friends. Until next blog ………………..

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The Rocky Horror Picture Show - (A Staff favorite!)

 
Paris is Burning

Priscilla, Queen of the Desert

To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar -

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Tootsie -

Some like it Hot

The Pink Room

There is a 16th century castle in the Czech. Republic where Women rule and all men serve. This not a fantasy…. this a reality. Imagine a huge complex with high walls, security camera surveillance and grounds where pony boys pull carriages and live as animals. Where sissies serve as maids everyday. Where a submissive can become a kitty or a dog and much more. A world out side the world. It has its own all female police force its own court laws and currency. And it is 100% percent absolutely REAL. Not the wild imaginings of some writer or scribblings of a sex deprived comic artist. Brick and mortar structures ruled over by the mysterious Queen Patricia I. 

And just this morning i found out that it is closing…..

This cannot stand. Ever since i first heard about the Other World Kingdom about six years ago, it has been a very important secret dream of mine to go. Heck, i know at least another dozen or so people Domme and Submissive alike that harbor the same fantasies. It is more than just another failing concern. It is a symbol. It is magical place in our minds whose halls harbor millions of feverish dreams held by and cherished by submissves imagining a place where who and what they are has a purpose. It also is the subject of Superior ladies musings as they imagine a place where the Superior Lady is truly treated as they should be treated and where there word is law.

To the rest of the world the OWK disappearing will be a blip on the weird news page of news papers and a smirking story girlishly tittered by talking heads at the end of news casts on a slow news day…if it is that. For folks like us, however, its like telling a child that Never Land has been flooded with toxic waste…. or Hogwarts has gone Condo. For Fem Domme worshipers like ‘lil ole me its almost too sad to bear.

i don’t think i can stand it again. My first home of my heart was a theater company in this spectacular Victorian theater which was torn down and turned into a Walgreens drug store. My second home was the fabulous Queen Mary Show Lounge In Hollywood, which boasted the longest running continuous drag show in the world. 40 years! It was sold… And now the OWK. Now the pecker heads are going after the real estate of my fantasies… and thats not right.

All of these places provide refuge for the fringe folk. An oasis for the different thinker. Havens for what the Cenobite in Hell Raiser called “Explorers in the outer realms of human experience” and the world shrinks, turns a shade paler and withers a tiny bit. 

This morning on Max Fisch where i read the news two submissives were making snarky comments. It seemed so direspectful…. good or bad. The idea is glorious and deserves a least some dignity.

Is there a way to preserve this? Do i have the strength and the will to tilt at this windmill and prevail? Am i Don Quixote in a dress? i don’t have clue. i’m a sissy for christssake. I’m way over my head here.

i guess what i’m asking is…. is there anybody else out there that cares? Am i being a sappy reactionary queen again? Getting all emotional over what is simply unstoppable? How would i go about making something happen? Who will help me? All i know is in my world i cant afford any more of my little dreams to fade away. How bout you? 

(curtsey)

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Greetings Mistresses (curtsey) Hi girls ! (hugs)

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Well the mother ship just returned to earth from my wonderful trip to Dom Con Atlanta and i must say it was absolutely Fabulous. Latex leather silk satin and insanity around every corner! The usual suspects of course were there. All the fabulous movers and shakers in BDSM and Fetish. The glorious Mistresses in there very expensive and perfectly presented fierce armour. Mistress Luna Sea i spotted wearing a delightful blood red latex short dress and severe Black page boy bob wig. Looking like a post apocalyptic cast member from a road show of Maitresse.

Mistress Cyan, the fabulous Hostess of the event was absolutely stunning in Her floor length leather gowns. On Her slender and svelte frame the effect was devastating.

My eyes were darting around the lobby of the hotel working feverishly to take in the gathering of fine fetish feathered birds gathered in a flock. Mistress Insatiable Amazon in Her Latex cat suit looking like the bride of Odin. Submissive little cuties in attendance barely dressed and looking so available and vulnerable. Little damsels in search of distress. Of course the sissies were out in full force, in all there frilly finery including myself… wearing what Mistress Alexia had decreed that i bedressed in. A pink satin maids uniform with an outrageous splay of petticoats and knee length pink and lace bloomers! Mistress doesn’t want me towering over Her like the behemoth that my male genes have given me. So Mistress dressed me in ballet slippers. Which was great as i could prance about the convention much easier like giant pink puff ball.
Every where i turned in the dealers room for instance, Dommes were shopping and testing out new equipment on willing submissives The sound of whips cracking and whistling through the air punctuated the music being played in the room. Which by the way Simply Rocked. Perfectly chosen tunage by Mistress Cyan. Mistress Cyans attention to the details and atmosphere of the convention makes a Dom Con experience a complete escape from the mundane world outside the convention.
 
There was a tiny stage in the dealers room with nonstop scenes being played out and performed by the illustrious attendees. The action ranged from simple spankings to elaborate artistic acts of modern primitive decorative piercings. The energy around the stage was glorious. Every time i walked by i was riveted by the intensity of the players on stage with pain, pleasure and whole gambit of intense emotions being played out. These folks had come to lay themselves bare to expose there raw passion and offer it steaming hot to all willing to look. i admire those who can do that. To suffer flinch twitch laugh weep and convulse for the personal edification of all in attendance.
 
All the time their were classes and lectures going on. Dealing with a broad range of Fetish subjects. All sharing knowledge and perversions with others. From what i could see they were heavily attended. From Advance sissy maid service to Electrical play with the Violet Wand. (One of my favorite toys. )
 
i spent the first morning of the convention in my room fussing with my look and dressing as i wanted to look absolutely perfect for My Mistress. i had a heavy responsibility. My Mistress’ reputation as a Professional Domme is very important to me as it is to Her. Not to mention that Mistress Alexia is never seen looking anything but absolutely flawless at any given time. As Her Property i had to be perfectly turned out… looking and acting like the proper accessory for whatever outfit She might be wearing when She hit the Convention floor. Two hours i spent fussing with makeup and clothes… trying to get it absolutely right. it was worth it. When i saw Mistress Alexia at the registration desk, all the air went out of my lungs. She looked incredible in Her purple vinyl corset and Her thigh high boots. it was all so very elegant and erotic i wanted to fall to my knees on the spot and start licking at Her heels and work my way up. Taking all day to buff that material to a mirror shine.

Now let me tell you girls. The best thing about dressing for the Mistress is when the Mistress looks at you. You are looking for that smile that hint of approval that tells you She likes what She sees. i got that. She seemed absolutely delighted. As Mistress says. “A pretty little sissy maid is Mistress Kryptonite.” They love it. They smile a smile that is like no other.. and in that moment, a sissy like me just goes all buttery inside. isn’t that just so cool? The fact that for the right kind of Mistress you are both feeling so intensely about each other for completely different reasons.

i followed behind Mistress as She shopped and i carried Her bags when asked and tried to be as submissive and dutiful as i could. Which darling is no mean trick for me, as i am a social butterfly; and i am distracted by shiny objects. Actually though, its also very good that i do this One trick that some sissies never learn… is how to be away from the Mistress To give some space so the Mistress can fil the room with Her fabulous presence.

i think one of the best tricks a sissy can learn is not only to be available and attentive when needed but knowing when to be absent when not needed. How to disappear.. without going too far. Now being the faerie spite that i am this not hard for me at all. im tinkerbell baby. Whizzing about the room with a trail of faerie dust glittering behind.

i am so glad i went to this convention for so many reasons but the most important reason of all was what happened in the dealers room when Mistress was shopping at Torvea‘s booth.
 
The most important event that ever can happen to a slave happened to me. Finally. Mistress placed a collar around my neck! She had selected a pink and black leather suede collar. it is official.. i am collared i am now owned for all to see. My emotions were churning inside me and i didn’t know what to say or do. i couldn’t find the words. Up until this point in my relationship with Mistress Alexia, it had all been a audition. i knew this was what i wanted and needed and i told Her that this was my goal from the moment i met Her. But now it has finally happened and i feel like the most privileged sissy in the entire world. All the submissive girls at the convention guShed about it and hugged me. i felt like a bride.

i could tell the male submissive were jealous as all hell. One said, “my God. Mistress Alexia collared you? Mistress Alexia owns you? How did you do that? i cant believe it. ” Well believe it baby! That’s the kind of magical weekend this was. Dreams do come true… and Dom Con Atlanta is just the kind of fertile ground to pursue those dreams. i wish this magic to all the Mistresses and submissive out there. Dom Con magic i
s like no other.

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