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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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Leah Part 2: Leah Becomes a Slut

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!

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.