Monday, 24 April 2017

(130) The Sissy Collector.

Hope you are all well. You may have noticed I  go around to updating the blog list. Do let me know if
you are starting your own blog or have seen a blog I've not noticed yet. I am happy to add them.
 As always thank you for the ticks, comments, and followers.

Monday, 17 April 2017

(128) Sheiking All Over

Melissa waited nervously.The music began to play a fast tempo. A hypnotic eastern tune swirled across the large spacious palace room.
 It had been two years since she had last set eyes on Greg her cheating abusive ex-boyfriend, She had often thought of him and wondered if he had escaped or was still suffering her revenge.
 A female figure moved seductively behind a gauze curtain a curvy tantalising silhouette.
Melissa had Greg to thank for her now comfortable life she could not believe how the payback had gone so far way beyond her wildest expectations. Humiliate, embarrass and maybe rob Greg of a little of his proud machismo was the idea. But the glory of the internet is a wonderful thing. A meeting on women's chat room. The mysterious Jullie, she made things happen.
Greg disappeared for a few weeks and when next she saw him at a fetish club Jullie used she had seen Greg brought out shamed and embarrassed in full drag led by a leather clad Dominatrix.
 Apparently, the powerful electric butt plug had been an afterthought but a good way for the patron to tease the victim was extra icing. The remote was handed to Mellisa and a press of the plus button caused Greg to shudder, another press caused him to yelp and adopt a sexy tiptoe mince around the room. It was hilarious. She had to try the next setting. Wow, the wiggle that convulsed the tormented man sent a pulse from his skirt glad arse and hips. working up his body to quake the false breasts and down to buckle his knees.
 It was a glorious fun night for Melissa the memories would make her happy forever and with the video and photos, she had ammunition enough to make Greg a good obedient boy.
 Had things stopped there she would not have minded but in the audience was a man who saw the new forced sissy dancing. He was captivated and desired another slave for his harem. Oh, the potential for this one, those moves. And the evil oil Sheik could make offers and have the changes with just a dip into his loose change.
 The thin curtain pulled back. The dancer turned and with every beat swung her way into the center of the room and gathered guests with. Pure female sexuality, tantalizing movements sensual teasing.
 To be honest when the Sheik made the offer Mellissa could not believe that it was for real. Could you really sell somebody in this day and age? But she had gone along with it and enjoyed scaring Greg more. It was with amazement that when she looked at her bank account and saw the 500k sitting there. And Greg had not been seen again. Until now just three weeks after the invite and plane tickets to the desert kingdom.
 The dancer swirled her pulsating hips to the watching men. Working her way around the circle entrapping every eye. An erotic playfulness and tempting invitation.
 Until. The scream the look of pure shock and mouth agape horror. The trembling belly dancer stopped, Trying to shout trying to comprehend. She was in front of Mellisa.
Greg! was all Mellisa could muster.
Dance girl. Came the loud forceful command of the Shiek.
There was panic in the poor former man's face, dread. Every humiliation of the past months, the training. the surgeries and hormones, what he was forced to do. But he was paralysed now in front of the woman who had made it happen.
 I said dance slave. The sheik boomed again. He reached over and grabbed a gold remote handset.
Greg looked in horror. closed his eyes and breathed in sharply.
Y-Yes Master sorry Master. He stuttered in tearful resignation. And started to rock to bring himself back into the still churning beat.
 The Sheik leant over towards Mallissa and gave her the remote.
Please, madame,, indulge yourself this girl belongs to you for as long as you wish to stay.
 Thank you Sir. She had such a warm feeling and a tingle of power.
 She pressed the plus button and sat back smiling as the show began to get  a little wilder,

Saturday, 8 April 2017

(127) They Are Gonna Pinch!

Howdy folks. Sorry for yet another delay. I only went and ended up with a night in a hospital with a lung infection. I have been back a few days now but still weak, weedy and Weezy.
 Four days without a cigarette now, FOUR DAYS!  So a little stressed.
Apparently, thirty-five years of smoking with a side order of cannabis abuse is not good for you.
They spoil all my fun. They well be saying the salt on my greasy chips is bad for me next.
 Just had a bit of retail therapy, CDs not shoes.

Sunday, 26 March 2017

(126) Here To Stay,

Paul finally resigned his efforts and let the massive mammaries drop. Normally he would have relished the opportunity to manhandle such beauties for an hour and a half but now they were glued to his own chest they were a humiliating undesired problem. He had pulled, twisted and bathed but nothing would shift them. He knew his girlfriend had access to some very potent solvents from where she worked and he now realised he would have to do as she said to obtain the solvent if he was going to get these falsies off and not to mention the annoying blonde wig also applied with the same adhesive.
 Damn her! So he would ask her to wear low cut tops and had hinted at implants, and maybe he did look at her chest rather than here face, and of course his roving eye that had sparked the argument last night. He might also have considered his remarks about women knowing what they were doing hanging them out there. But should she have drugged him and performed this transformation?
 Well, that would be a topic for tonight he simmered as he reread her text.  Time was getting on he had only forty minutes to get to the bar to meet up with her. Rockies a seedy little joint across town.
 Paul sighed and looked at the only clothes left for him. A short denim skirt, pantyhose and tight control panties which he just knew was going to crush his dick and balls all night. Low heels and a plain white tee-shirt completed the things he would have to don. No bra he noticed.
 His girlfriend was going to get it as soon as he got out of this mess. But until then he was at her mercy. Nervously he left the apartment hoping upon hope nobody he knew would see him like this.
 He would be disappointed the bar was full of his and her friends. Plus it was wet Tee shirt night at Rockies and Paula's name was down on the list of entrants. Would he hang them out there or be stuck with his new look forever?

Sunday, 19 March 2017

R,I,P Chuck Berry.

(125) Distraught D I Y Damsel

I have had a very busy week giving the Man made woman estate a long overdue session. Digging out fence posts putting in fence posts, grass cutting, pruning digging things out and cutting things down.
Then on to the house spring cleaning and putting in new(ish) kitchen cabinets.
I am bruised battered cut and tired. As you may gather I am very bad at D I Y.
Well at least in one unhappy moment I did come up with the idea for this caption.

Iron Butterfly - 1971-04-16 - In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

(124) Nursed Back To?

A new post at last. Sorry again for the delays. You never know this could become a regular thing.

Sunday, 12 February 2017

(123) A Stranger In Paradise.

Very sorry for the lack of posts. Just the same old same O. But with a monumental effort, tea, and cigarettes. Here is another Lad in a princess predicament.