The Dating Game – Part 3 – By Mollie Blake.

A Singapore Sling

In the third part of Mollie’s story we continue to follow David, or ‘Diana’ and Lucy. Part 1 can be found here.

“You’ve got a free trip to Singapore? You lucky sod!”

David’s best friend, Lucy, had him chuckling into his phone. “Yeah, but hey! I have to work for it.”

“Work, my arse! You’re just gonna chat about your precious topic on some quantum physics shite, and then have a ball with whoever’ll fondle yours for you.”

“Fat chance of that with Singapore’s lack of LGBT rights. Anyway, I’m scheduled to give three lectures with Professor Amanda Lo. I’ll be flying home before I know it.”

David cast a quick glance at the sleek turquoise gown hanging on the back of the door. At the very least he planned on having an evening out, just for himself, with the chance to be who he wanted to be.

“You’re just jealous.” He laughed, relaxed now that he was almost ready to leave his apartment for five days. “I promise I’ll bring you something back.”

“It had better not be chlamydia.”

“Ha bloody ha.”

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Hannibal the vibrating dachshund.

What a strange and disturbing week it has been. Sometimes it takes more than lipstick to keep that smile in place. And yet we do, and the world is still a wonderful place.

Some of you may be aware of my wife’s good friend Amanda, the queen of tweed. As you may remember, she stayed at our house sometime ago, while her house was being fumigated.

Well, Amanda had left a few things at our house and I agreed to take them over to her house. It was not so far off my track as I was walking Hannibal, my pet dachshund, so it was no bother. When I arrived at her house in the early evening the other day I was surprised to find I had arrived while she was taking a shower. She appeared at her doorway looking like a giant panda, in a black and white dressing gown and after letting me in, she asked me to wait in the living room as she slipped into something more comfortable. This was a thought that was truly disturbing in it’s own way, but for my wife’s sake I waited patiently.

As I waited Hannibal did his usual thing of nosing around the place. To my surprise he was preoccupied with something underneath her couch, and while Amanda got dressed in her bedroom. I waited patiently, listening to the snuffling sounds coming from Hannibal, until I was a little disturbed to hear a particular humming sound emanating from beneath the furniture.

A moment later Hannibal appear clutching what can only be described as an adult toy between his teeth. He was chewing it’s silicon form and seemed very surprised that it was fighting back, vibrating away in his mouth. To be fair, his surprise was understandable, the device being almost as large as he is.

Wanting to avoid the embarrassment of Amanda finding Hannibal playing with a personal possession, I tried to grab the object, but thinking this was a game he took off, running first into the kitchen and then into Amanda’s basement. I gingerly followed, cursing his minute form and enormous curiousity.

It was only when I cornered Hannibal that I could wrestle the object from him, at which point I heard Amanda’s enormous feet descending the stairs. I slipped the toy into my pocket and found my way back to the living room as Amanda walked in.

“I’m so sorry to have kept you, it’s simply lovely of you to bring these things over…” There was an awkward pause. I realized Amanda was staring at my jeans. I shifted awkwardly.

“Really, it’s no trouble,” I said. I like to wear tight figure hugging jeans, and usually a pastel tee shirt. It’s a fairly androgynous look, and I find it works if I am not dressing in my femme style.

“Goodness,” said Amanda, unable to avert her eyes from my pants. I glanced at myself and saw the clear and defined outline of the toy. To Amanda I must have appeared extremely glad to see her.

“I should be going,” I said awkwardly, my mind racing, trying to sidle toward the door, and noticing Amanda seemed to be getting between me and the only exit.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I think I’m seeing a new side of you. I am beginning to understand what Maggie sees in you. Perhaps you want to stay a while. A drink perhaps?”

Amanda’s eyes were unashamedly devouring my groin, drawn to my physique by the enormous toy in my pocket.

“I really must go,” I said, trying to hide my aparently enormous embarrasment.

“Oh, no. Before you do, I have that book Maggie was asking to borrow. Let me get it for you!” Amanda rushed off and in a moment I had pushed the device under the sofa, and was turning to walk to the door when Hannibal realized the toy was once again in play. To Hannibal, this is a challenge, first to find it and then to run around with it until someone catches him. To my horror he scurried under the sofa and just as Amanda returned, Hannibal emerged from beneath the furniture with a powerful buzzing sound, moving backwards across the hardwood floor being quite literally vibrated around the room.

“Hannibal,” I said, feigning surprise. “What on earth have you got there?”

There was an awkward chase, culminating in Amanda relieving a strangely satisfied dachshund of the object, and I grabbed the book and headed straight for the door, leaving an embarrassed and confused Amanda to her own devices – literally.

However that is not the main reason I am emailing you. I’ve just put up a new episode of “Playtime With Fiona” on Soundcloud. You can find all my Soundcloud posts HERE.

I’d love to see you in my Premium Program soon. I think you know you’ll enjoy it.

Fiona

PS. If you are not a full member think about signing up – http://genr8tor.com/membership/ . When I see payment go through I will start you on your path. I work though everyone’s messages a couple of times a day and work to get you moving quickly. I know you’ll love it. Email me to let me know you’ve upgraded.

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The Dating Game – Part 2 – By Mollie Blake.

In the second part of Mollie’s story we continue to follow David, or ‘Diana’ and Lucy. Part 1 can be found here.

Wax Lyrical

David ripped the last length of wax from his leg, wincing only slightly and pressing his hand against the newly smoothed skin to relieve the sting.

A broad smile smile stretched across his face as he remembered his first encounter with a spatula of wax and strip of tape.

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David shot bolt upright on the makeshift massage table. “Fucking hell! That hurt!”

There was no compassion from the sadist already applying another strip of hot wax—was Lucy sure it had to be this hot?—to the next stretch of hair on his leg.

Waxing makes all the difference.

This was a bad idea. Why didn’t he just stick to the black leggings? They felt good on him, beneath the grey chiffon dress.

“Come on, don’t be a wuss. Are you gonna’ man up to be the woman of your dreams?”

“Argh!” Wince, wince. Maybe he’d just have one leg done today, the other next week?

But Lucy’s torture was relentless. “Keep still, or I’ll have to go over that bit again.”

David could hear the taunting in her voice. For a petite five foot nothing slip of a lass she was a formidable character. It would make her day to keep him here all afternoon, subjected to burning pain, followed by everlasting smarting.

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The Dating Game – Part 1 – by Mollie Blake

I am thrilled to introduce you to Mollie Blake, a wonderful writer from England’s west country. In this, her first piece for FionaDobson.com she’s going to lead you through a story telling the tantalizing crossdressing story of a date night to remember. You can find more of her stories at MollieBlake.com

The Dating Game – by Mollie Blake

“Professor Forbes, I’ve got a…er…Lucinda de Vilish on the phone for you.”

David glanced up to check his office door was closed. “Thanks, Edwina. Put her through.”

“Professor Forbes. This is Lucinda de Vilish.”

Before responding he waited for the “click” to make sure his inquisitive secretary had put her phone down. “Lucy. You’ve rung me at work! This had better be a matter of life or death.”

“Well, hi, David. How nice to hear from you! And it is a matter of life, and my future happiness.”

“So what’s that then?”

“I’ve set us up on a double date.”

“A double date?” The frown David had been wearing for most of the day so far, slowly morphed into a broad smile. He pressed his hand over the top of his dark grey trousers.

“Oh, come on! You know you want to. It’ll be fun. I met this guy and his friend in the bar last night. I said we’d see them tonight. At Don Antonio’s, your favourite Italian. You can pick me up at 7.30…and David, I’m relying on you. 7.30 okay?”

“What if I’ve got plans—”

The line had gone dead.

Who was he kidding anyway? Lucy knew he didn’t have plans. During semesters, the only thing he had going on was teaching a bunch of students about quantum technology. He focused on the report he had been writing with renewed zest—his day had just got better.

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The Making of a Mistress: 4. The Emperor

The start of this story can be found HERE.

The next part of this story can be found HERE.

A dark hero’s journey for the BDSM set. The Making of A Mistress. How Katia Thornwood came to wield her whip and view the world through her particular lens darkly.

Intertwined with stories from the tarot, the tale is one of a young girl who finds herself drawn to the BDSM underworld and sensual intersect of mythical and mundane through an older Mistress, Valleri. When these two women’s path’s meet, the results are nothing short of cataclysmic for Katia. Is it magic? Or insanity? Or does life run with equal amounts of both? Whatever the case. Everything will burn.

An English Country Garden

An English Country Garden is a powerful real life story about how crossdressing has impacted the life of Julius Braddock, a former press photographer from South Africa. It is a serious study of crossdressing, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

At times frightening and poignant, the story explores the extremes of human emotions and looks at how crossdressing helps, and how one particular person can change the experience of crossdressing radically. Looking at stages familiar to most people who crossdress, this narrative provides a touching and helpful insight to allowing feminine aspect of oneself to develop.

The narrative is delivered in four sections, and readers are encouraged to comment and share thoughts about each part, to provide their own insights and experience to others on this journey.

An English Country Garden is free to Premium Members of my program, and is sold for $9.95 to our friends wanting it as a stand alone product. Part 1 is free (and continues below), but for the codes to unlock subsequent parts, please go here and complete the purchase. You will be sent a file with codes to unlock subsequent pages. FD

You can continue to Part 1 at no charge by using the link below.

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Clothes Maketh The Man

Clothes Maketh The Man is an iconic serial about crossdressing that’s been running since 2016. New episodes are added monthly, as we follow the hapless adventures of Andy – or Andrea – as he progresses in a tortured path fuelled by curiosity, passion and excitement.

FIND EPISODE 1 HERE.

FIND THE LATEST EPISODE HERE.

Have you ever felt that perhaps you’ve placed your trust in the wrong person? Well, welcome to Andy’s world. He progresses from seemingly innocent situation to catastrophe with a regularity that will entertain you, and hopefully you’ll never experience. Imagine the moment when a trusted friend says ‘Trust me!‘ – and suddenly you realize things are going to go very, very badly.

Clothes Maketh The Man

You can always find the latest version of Clothes Maketh The Man by using the search box on the home page of http://FionaDobson.com – or just by using this link. Search For Clothes Maketh The Man.

If you’re enjoying the story, be sure to comment on the pages!

🙂

Fiona

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Katia Thornwood – The Making Of A Mistress – Part 3

The start of this story can be found HERE.

The next part of this story can be found HERE.

A dark hero’s journey for the BDSM set. The Making of A Mistress. How Katia Thornwood came to wield her whip and view the world through her particular lens darkly.

Intertwined with stories from the tarot, the tale is one of a young girl who finds herself drawn to the BDSM underworld and sensual intersect of mythical and mundane through an older Mistress, Valleri. When these two women’s path’s meet, the results are nothing short of cataclysmic for Katia. Is it magic? Or insanity? Or does life run with equal amounts of both? Whatever the case. Everything will burn.

 Learn more about Katia Thornwood here.

Katia Thornwood – The Making Of A Mistress – Part 2

The start of this story can be found HERE.


The next part of this story can be found HERE.

A dark hero’s journey for the BDSM set. The Making of A Mistress. How Katia Thornwood came to wield her whip and view the world through her particular lens darkly.

Intertwined with stories from the tarot, the tale is one of a young girl who finds herself drawn to the BDSM underworld and sensual intersect of mythical and mundane through an older Mistress, Valleri. When these two women’s path’s meet, the results are nothing short of cataclysmic for Katia. Is it magic? Or insanity? Or does life run with equal amounts of both? Whatever the case. Everything will burn.

Enjoy further exploits of Katia Here.

Katia Thornwood – The Making Of A Mistress – Part 1

The start of this story can be found HERE.

The next part of the story can be found HERE.

A dark hero’s journey for the BDSM set. The Making of A Mistress. How Katia Thornwood came to wield her whip and view the world through her particular lens darkly.

Intertwined with stories from the tarot, the tale is one of a young girl who finds herself drawn to the BDSM underworld and sensual intersect of mythical and mundane through an older Mistress, Valleri. When these two women’s path’s meet, the results are nothing short of cataclysmic for Katia. Is it magic? Or insanity? Or does life run with equal amounts of both? Whatever the case. Everything will burn.

You can further enjoy The Katia Chronicals here.

Alexis’ first time.

I am often surprised how very well my members present their stories of their first time crossdressing. Alexis posted this as a comment in My First Time, however I felt the story was so well told it deserved a post of its own. I hope you enjoy this beautifully told story. FD

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Its tough for me to really pin point a “first time”. Over this journey there are many milestones. Let’s start with the big cliche (although true). When I was young, I would steal my sisters panties. When she went away to college, she left 3 pairs of satin panties in her dresser. The first time I tried one on, I knew it was ridiculous but I almost came right off the bat. I kept those pairs for years and used them every time I jerked off….and that was a lot.

During high school and college this urge subsided. When I entered the real world, I was quite a party boy and I loved cocaine. Cocaine and porn became hand in hand and I stopped going out as much and I’d get my stash and start staying home. Just me and my shemale porn (regular porn became boring quick). Unfortunately, the downside here is that coke makes your dick shrivel and regular masturbation almost impossible. So I started looking for things that would get me more turned on and able cum during these moments. Panties reentered the equation…then anal toys….then lingerie…

I held on to these kinks and evolution took hold. For about a decade that held me over… However after I got married and had a kid, the partying had to stop (ok…slow down more like it). Eventually, my lingerie sets, panties, and stockings just weren’t doing it for me. I wanted…needed something more.

I found a store in our town (as luck would have it) and invested in some heels (which had been hard to sneak around and find a size 14) and a couple of dresses and a wig.

Eventually I told my wife (who was aware of my previous kinks) that I wanted to try to go full femme and see how it looked. It was the first time and I even got her to play the domme role. Strap on and everything (first time and I had always wanted it). She even did my makeup which really opened up my mind. I finally actually kind of looked like girls. Not just a dude with a beard in ill fitting lingerie. Shaved the beard the net day (which was tough but internally it was a sign I was ready to commit. She was cool about it but was doing it to spice the sex life up…we had a 1 year old baby and we were exhausted 24/7 and weren’t having sex, so anything was worth trying.

I LOVED it…but didn’t want to tell my wife how much…so I started experimenting on my own. A few more pairs of heel and dresses…but sneaking them around my house hiding these things I paid good money for was becoming unacceptable. I had to tell her where my mind was at. I couldn’t accept living the rest of my life hiding it so fuck it… There was a good chance she’d be cool with it but it was a risk anyway.

So on Christmas Eve eve, I couldn’t sleep it was all that I could think about. When she woke up in the morning, I turned to her and said, “I can’t sleep anymore, I have something on my mind you need to know. I can’t hide it but every night when you go to bed, I get a dressed as a woman, and I can’t live my life hiding it and I have to be open.”

Her reply? “Awesome, I kind of already knew this, but if that’s who you are, then I’m all for it”

Over the last 4 months, our relationship has never been better (except the credit card bills). Going shopping together is SOOOOO much fun. I now have my own panty drawer, bra drawer, lingerie drawer, stockings drawer and half the closet full of dresses, skirts and blouses. Even moved my dude clothes to the guest bedroom. I work from home…so dude clothes only get used a couple times a week.

Anyway, my name is Alexis now. No one knows but my wife…and daughter (but at least shes growing up in a more accepting world). Every day I go a little bit further. Yesterday I tweezed my eyebrows. That was fun…. Anyway, this became more of a life story, but if you made it this far…thanks for reading.

The Making of A Mistress – Introduction.

The next part can be found HERE.

A dark hero’s journey for the BDSM set. The Making of A Mistress. How Katia Thornwood came to wield her whip and view the world through her particular lens darkly.

Intertwined with stories from the tarot, the tale is one of a young girl who finds herself drawn to the BDSM underworld and sensual intersect of mythical and mundane through an older Mistress, Valleri. When these two women’s path’s meet, the results are nothing short of cataclysmic for Katia. Is it magic? Or insanity? Or does life run with equal amounts of both? Whatever the case. Everything will burn.

The Stories Your Mother Never Told You.

There are stories which we choose not to share, for one reason or another. Perhaps it is related to shame or embarrassment. Or maybe we just hold them so dear, that in sharing them they would become devalued.

A friend of mine recently acquired a rather unusual collection of note books which I feel sure you will be delighted to read. He was an elderly man, I will not give very many details, as I would not wish to identify him in any way.

Wrapped in brown paper, of the sort people used for parcels many years ago, these note books were dusty hand written relics. I can well imagine them being tossed out with the trash when someone moved house, or recycled along with old copies of magazines when clearing out a loft or basement.

My friend explained that they had been among some personal papers found in a house that was being sold. The contents of these papers were at first a mystery, then quite surprising – and ultimately quite shocking.

The edited notes will be released soon. Be sure to watch out for them here.

The Long Game. Part 2.

I said nothing, instead staring at my feet. She sat quietly on the bed, and motioned me to sit beside her. I did so, doubtful of her good intentions, but aware that this was surely better than the beating she could so easily have resorted to.

“Now, tell me the truth. Did you do it because it feels nice?”

I continued to look at my feet, but nodded silently. I couldn’t face her.

“Well, at least we have the truth, now.”

She put her arm around my shoulders. Her body was warm and soft, and she said softly, “Michael, you’re not the first young man to put on panties. It’s ok, you know.”

Continue reading “The Long Game. Part 2.”

The Long Game. Part 1.

A young boy is caught crossdressing.

The long game.

My step sister would intentionally pose provocatively, knowing I was watching.

I was twelve years old when my step sister caught me.  I was in her room, returning her panties. She was older than me, a beautiful 19 and fully a woman. I stood in her room, guiltily holding her red silky panties.

Inside I could feel the tears welling up. I was confused, and had been taking her panties now and then, unsure why, but enjoying pulling them on and posing in front of the big mirror in my mother’s room, when the house was empty.

“I should tell your mommy, you know. It would break her heart, of course,” she said condescendingly. “You wouldn’t care about that though. Why would you care for other people’s feelings, if you think it’s ok to creep around taking their clothes.”

Continue reading “The Long Game. Part 1.”