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
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
There’s a strength to people bold enough to break free of gender typecasting, a richness to those who can 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 gender exploration and en femme fun.