Panty Show and Sugar Cookies

One of my favorite appointments this year was with  Janna, a brand-new client who traveled 2 hours to see me the week before my birthday.  She modeled her extensive collection of  satin panties  and lingerie for me before baking a batch of cookies en femme—then we had warm cookies and milk while doing a jigsaw puzzle and  having gurl talk about sexuality, relationships, gender, and life.  Thank you, Janna, for an afternoon of effective pampering–visual, gastronomic, and intellectual.

I Left My Marks in San Francisco

Most of you know me as a developmental, protective, sensual Domme. Control through  guidance and inspiration, not humiliation, is my natural default in daily work and life. What you may not know is that there’s a hidden leather bitch who comes out to play on rare occasions, aroused by certain people and circumstances.

The most recent of these occasions was in San Francisco at the Academy of SM Arts Dominatrix Training 3-Day Pro Intensive in October. I’ve attended many educational activities and conferences since 2001, but have never experienced so much meaningful professional  development in one place. It was a privilege to learn from Dommes extraordinaire Cleo Dubois, Eve Minax, and Selena Raven; their volunteer bottoms; and my seven co-learners, who included a sleek blonde European Mistress, a devilish Midwestern girl next door, a dynamic young New Yorker, a long-time lifestyle player, and three other equally diverse and beautiful dominant women.

For our final scene on the last night, I became inspired by a masochistic bottom in a mummification bag and abruptly abandoned my slut training plans. Instead, I jumped onto the table and sat on his chest for some up-close CBT. Raw primal energy flowed from a place deep within as I disinterred him and continued to let loose. Nails. Teeth. Growling. Rope. Implements. Screams. Then I was spent, drenched in sweat. So was he. It was cathartic.

Sadism isn’t my set point, and I can’t flip that switch at will. But when it erupts… oh, my.

This trip was generously sponsored by P1, my free range pet, for whom handsome rewards are in store. He’s months overdue for some immobilization and sensory escape himself, but has been excused for good reasons.  While my patient, benevolent Goddess self has prevailed during this time, make no mistake, boy: the sadist waits quietly within. 

A Romp in the Dildo Farm

Before leaving Florida to head north, my dear friend Special K took a break to be silly while sorting toys for me.  I miss you, K!

Eyes on Ms. Ava: A Photo Shoot at the Parlor

Wonder what’s it like to watch a photo session at the Parlor? Here’s a first-hand account from NY sex blogger Ralph Greco, who graced the Parlor with his presence (as a voyeur, dammit) during a shoot one fine Saturday afternoon.  http://www.shortandsweetnyc.com/2018/01/the-sex-files-keeping-my-eyes-on-ms-ava-at-her-parlor/

 

Ms. Ava's foot among adult baby items

Nursery for a Day

Ms. Ava’s Interview in Short and Sweet NYC

I’ve had a secret crush on erotica writer and sex blogger Ralph Greco for awhile… even more so after I met this darling man in Manhattan and he subsequently interviewed me about the Parlor for Short and Sweet NYC. Enjoy!

Didi Gets an Ass Wax

A few weeks before I left town for Hurricane Irma, my friend Lady K. lent me her sub/husband Didi to serve me for a few days while she was traveling.  On his last day of service, I’d planned to  shave his furry legs and put him into lingerie, cage, and plug before sending him off to meet her  at the airport, and make a video of the procedure for my friend’s enjoyment.

All went well until Didi texted me two photos on the last morning, an hour before he was to come over:

Ms. Ava: “What are those pictures?”

Didi: “I shaved my legs for you, ma’am!”

Ms. Ava: “WTF? I told you wanted to do that myself! What about the video?”

(Long pause)

Didi: “I forgot.”

I was annoyed, but my silence said enough. He came over for lunch and vacuuming, then I sent him to the airport wearing shorts and tighty-whiteys—no silky stockings, garter, or panties under long pants. And an empty ass.

The next morning, I called Lady K. to debrief and tell her about how her boy’s overzealousness had ruined her surprise and my video.

“Well, his ass is still hairy,” she said. “And shaving’s too kind for that pain slut. Come over Friday night. We’re going to wax his sorry ass.”

And wax it we did! Didi learned the price of not following instructions, and Lady K and I had a fabulous time watching him squirm as we ripped the hair from her bottom’s bottom and taint until it was smooth and rosy. We invited another friend along to record it, and I hope to make the video available soon. Here’s one of the stills.

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“No One Should Have to Girdle Alone”

Erin was my first girdle gurl. She loves layers. And lessons in naughtiness.

Clients and my Parlor Pets are rich sources of ideas and information, and Erin is no exception. She introduced me to the wonderful world of girdling. I likely wouldn’t have considered this on my own, since to date I’ve been blessed with a waistline that doesn’t require shapewear. I also live in the tropical climate of South Florida, where we try to wear as few clothes as possible.

When I thought of girdles, what came to mind were the ones in my grandmother’s “unmentionables” drawer. Definitely never thought of those as sexy.

But Erin is an aficionado of vintage girdles, and wears a girdle and pantyhose under a suit and tie almost every day. She can rattle off makes and model numbers on sight, like other people do for cars or sports statistics.  And waxed poetic about the feelings of  femininity, submission, confinement, and compression that girdling brought her, especially when layered.  She prefers panty girdles with good reason.

When Erin came for her first appointment, she brought me a gift of three girdles of different types and colors. I decided to try them on right away, and was surprised how much I liked the firm, tight feeling and look. I continued our appointment wearing a girdle and pantyhose similar to those Erin had on, and we had a blast during playtime. One comment she made is becoming a new motto around the Parlor: “No one should have to girdle alone.”

 

A Peek at the Wardrobe

A powerful influence in my decision to start The Sissy Parlor has been my mentor, the esteemed and elegant Lady Qitara, now-retired Queen of South Florida Sissies and Slaves and current Headmistress of Club Fem of Southeast Florida. Not only is Lady Q sharing her formidable knowledge with me, and will be an integral part of the Blue Belles group (link), she has generously bequeathed The Sissy Parlor a literal carload of CD clothing, accessories, and toys.  It’s like Christmas morning!

I’m still organizing and taking inventory, but here are pics of a few pieces I especially like. I’ll post more in the future. Which ones would look good on you? – Ms. Ava

I Love Men en Femme

My first full immersion into Femdom was as an office manager/dungeon den mother at a large commercial dungeon in the early-ish days of the internet. Among other duties, I interviewed, hired, and managed the mistresses and houseboys. I’ll leave the details for another post someday. But it was the best gig ever.

On the first floor of this Victorian house was the sissy parlor… a large sitting room filled with man-sized clothing and shoes, makeup, wigs, full-length mirrors, and more. Garters. Stockings. Lingerie. Slutwear. Maid outfits. Evening gowns. Street dresses. Tutus and tights.

I loved seeing first-time visitors’ reactions when I flung open the French doors to reveal a feminization nirvana.  For some, it took their breath away. It brought damp eyes to at least one. These were competent, intelligent men who wanted to be beautiful and soft sometimes, and to be appreciated and celebrated as they tapped into their feminine energy all too rare in society. One particular incident with a closeted sissy fueled my passion for enlightenment and acceptance through sexuality education. You can hear it during the first few minutes of this old interview:  https://youtu.be/8wauOXJFYXA

Since that day, crossdressers, sissies, pantyboys, transwomen, and other gender flexers have held a special place in my heart. There’s a strength to people who break free of gender typecasting, a richness to those willing to tap into both their male and female energies. Many cultures believe that such people have spiritual or other powers. While I can’t say if that’s true, I can tell you that there’s something special about the human beings who come to me for en femme exploration and fun.