The one kind thing I'll do...

********is set you FREE...********
"Strong women intimidate boys, but excite men."
... let's have you dance for your mistress upon that deliciously blurry little line, and suffer the sweetest exhilaration of self-discovery.

A modest confession... I am a vampyre, an erotic priestess of the highest order, untouchable, sweet, condescending, aloof, quite adorable, elegant, demanding, sensually sadistic, and oh so amused by all the cutest weaknesses boys just like you find so compulsive and compelling.

As the head of a cult of carefully selected, vampyric priestesses and Our human property, I welcome new supplicants to join and feed Our ranks. Blood has no interest for us. No, we seek the energy connection of power exchange, of endless devotion expressed in the gesture of your lips to Our polished toenails, and the artistry of weaving the perfect web onto which your helpless limbs might cling everlastingly.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

CROSSDRESSING. A perverted commentary on "what it means to Me"

I began crossdressing boys at a naughtily young age. No, tender panty-wearing readers, it's not clear if the reason for such a thing might be my acceptance of gender equanimity, or maybe the fact I really wanted a sister, or perhaps oh perhaps I might lust after the gender switch, myself. But I did it, and I inflicted it on ANY boy who could be duped or forced into such a role, dancing in My most ruffly nightgowns, Easter dresses, and made to ape as well as they could through all ways girly to the tune of My sole entertainment. Make shift stages were the platform, and imaginary scenarios of all types utilized. As a teenager just before graduation, my well hung boyfriend was more than willing to comply. I told his grandmother he got dressed up with me, and she found it "adorable". He was adorable, in fact, exceedingly more adorable like that in my eyes than as a lowly normal boy, and what ensued, I'm certain, has him squeezing his bulge into panties til this very day.

All I know, is that panties are SUCH a powerful symbol, and the tiniest, the laciest, the sluttiest panties, vended in stripper-marts and shopping meccas for loose women, daintily stitched together for the most bimbolicious of harlots, for airheaded boy-riders, gold-digging goddesses, and all those delicious girls with feet molded to the shape of their high heeled slippers... THOSE are the panties that make me dizzy in all the blood pumping ways that pound through a man's mind in the conventional sense. And guess what? YOU'RE the bimbo. 

I have so many panties at my place, there's something for everyone, every sized package, all flavors of naughtiness...and I even love the idea of more panties showing up... like a guy, I get a thrill seeing something new. Bring me a thrill, and see me smile.

Yes, some savor the most humiliating scenarios of sissy role play, being excoriated and emasculated, torn down, verbally handcuffed to a vacuum, or reduced to a phallus-worshiping nymphomaniac, a pantied-puddle under my glossy red pumps.

But for every one of these, there must be an endless variety, at all possible levels of experience from delectably boyish beginners to seasoned slave-sluts, for so many utterly light and fun escapades into the gender unknown, and featuring every type of relaxing amusement imaginable - champagne glasses balanced on silver trays, dancing, relaxing, creative eroticism, fun humiliation, sensual serving, beginner sissy training, and experiencing life very much a way I'd pour over a sexy, prized slave girl. It takes me back to the past, and is just such a natural thing that the playtime flows poetically. Just a few pieces of well targeted lingerie can transform any man to his inner, instant service slave, cumslut or sissyslut aching to please his mistress.

Panties imbue a former-man's eyes with the most delightfully soft gaze of compliance. All is at peace in the world, and I expect My wine and cheese served to Me and My gorgeous friends with all the decadent trimmings. If performed well, it's not impossible that you might be called on to serve in some way as dessert. 

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