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!
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?”
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.
One of my favorite local pets is Tonya. Her nearly perfect ass, devious imagination, and natural inclination toward service are fabulous amusement on their own, but imagine my delight when she showed up Saturday night outfitted with the Dreamlover 2000 Male Management System. This sophisticated electronic device attaches to her metal chastity cage.
I can deliver zaps to her from anywhere in the Sissy Parlor (and the world) in various ways and intensities, establish a perimeter boundary that she can’t cross without being zapped, and more. This facilitated all kinds of entertainment while she was making and serving dinner and I lounged in the living room.
I forgot to take pictures of the Dreamlover itself, but did get a shot of Tonya’s derriere after punishment for jumping and spilling the wine.
Here is shy little Leah, a mature retired widower from western Pennsylvania. She had never been fully feminized, she said. Just panties and stockings and an occasional silky nightgown. Her pleasure in wearing women’s clothes started in childhood, but was kept on a slow simmer for decades, throughout a long marriage and several subsequent girlfriends.
Dating was tricky and tedious and expensive. She fantasized often of what fun it would be to play and explore en femme with a dominant woman, but finding someone through Match.com and OKC was difficult. And she didn’t want a “mean, scary domme in a dungeon” (her words, not mine, BTW—some of my most treasured friends are dommes in dungeons, and I enjoy that environment, too)
Anyway, Leah did a very smart thing. Instead of continuing to struggle inside… instead of settling for recordings and phone domination… instead of letting that dream die inside her… she came to me. I’m so glad she did. And so is she!
After we removed all her male accouterments, I let her choose some brand-new panties from my collection for her own. Her choice was sooo Leah… pink and flowery, with full coverage front and back. (She was rather timid at first in that regard.) Then I added a delicate white lace boy short over it.
My feet couldn’t resist the delicious combination of textures and colors, or poking around dear Leah’s dainty bits to monitor what was happening under the lace and flowers. I asked for a foot massage, and she surprised me with world-class skills! Her reward was to bathe my feet with her tongue. And once again, she impressed me—instead of diving for my toes like a hungry bass, she first politely pulled a towel from her bag to wipe away any drool. What manners! What forethought! I think she’d been a Boy Scout… proactive and always prepared.
I loved the foot worship and melted into the couch. Leah couldn’t hide that she liked it, too. A LOT. Too much. (Leah may have a date with a chastity device in the near future.)
Leah has potential to make a truly fine sissy, but she does need training.
It was important for me to take her mind off of her clitty and help her learn to keep it better under wraps. So I pulled down those lovely panties, bent her over the dining room chair, and applied a hand spanking and the cane—while deciding whether to make her into a maid or a slut….
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