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!
I saw this lovely pink Sybian at another dungeon a few weeks ago. Wouldn’t this be a great addition to the Parlor for training, rewards, and fun and games?
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.
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.”
There are many types of Goddess and Mistress, all with their merits. Some are weathered, scowling, rough-edged predators who emasculate men through force and humiliation. Some are elegant and emotionally aloof. Some are young and perhaps less focused or life-experienced, but full of bounce and raw erotic energy. Among others.
I am a developmental Goddess, a warm, sane, strong, intelligent woman whose kink is to bring out the best in the hidden you. I get off on helping you experience the feminine energy buried deep within you that aches to be released. To luxuriate in the sensual joys of being female. To bring your fantasies to fruition through guidance, and example, and practice, and acceptance.
I administer behavior modification through physical and verbal correction to make you the best you can be. Strict, sometimes harsh, correction or punishment when warranted, of course, but always purpose driven—I am rarely motivated by pure sadism.
You honor and worship me because I’m a deserving and rare creature, and you’re smart enough to know it, not because I’ve coerced or manipulated you. I represent what you want to be and have, not what you are afraid of. I can teach you secrets of attractive and receptive womanhood.
Yin needs yang. All of us contain some of both. I have no interest in beating you down to release your feminine energy. I adore men and honor male humanity and sexuality (flawed and one-dimensional as it often is). There’s some of that in me, too—as reflected in some of my favorite toys and activities.
Yes, Goddesses of different types abound. No one size fits all. I am not for everyone, nor do I wish to be. But if you have the urge to explore and feel your femme, to have it brought forth and touched and respected for a full human experience, whether for a few hours or a lifetime, come to me.
As you may recall from Part 1, Leah was one of my first guests at The Sissy Parlor. While it wasn’t her first experience with a Mistress, it was her long-awaited first venture into feminization.
When last we left the story, I had dressed her, begun to redden her backside to put her into a more docile state, and was deciding which way to take her on this first little fantasy journey. She didn’t know what she wanted, especially in that state. It was up to me (of course). Would I make Leah a sissy maid… or see what kind of slut she could be for me?
That wasn’t a hard decision. Once she’d donned stockings and garters and been plugged for awhile, and I introduced her to the cane, she was too damned wriggly and moany to be any use as a maid. Her eagerness to please was far more focused on her orifices than on personal service. And I believe in playing to a sissy’s strengths. It’s just good management.
Oh, my! Leah didn’t disappoint. Her behavior and energy suddenly became that of a slitty slutty girl 30 years younger. I don’t believe for one minute that her oral skills weren’t learned from experts in a Philadelphia bathhouse.
So despite her mature years and the fact that she needs more training in comportment, I now have Leah in mind for some future uses at The Sissy Parlor.
Though I won’t post graphic pictures or details of the latter part of Leah’s training in this public blog, I may make them available through other channels in the near future.
Well done, precious Leah… my newest little cocksucking slut!
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….