When I started My Little Black Book four years ago I was surprised by how many of my members immediately joined the system. It’s a very simple method of connecting with other crossdressers and admirers, and to be honest it’s a pretty bare bones type of tool.
I help many people get in touch with their feminine side, and many of them want to reach out to others, both for support and friendship. I often hear that people struggle to connect with crossdressers, and that crossdressers struggle to meet admirers – both male and female. It seems to me this is a problem in search of a simple solution. So I built one.
I was a little concerned that the simplicity of the system would not appeal to people used to online dating apps that are pretty sophisticated. My intention was to keep costs minimal, but more importantly put the members in control. The idea was that people set up an email that they felt safely put all correspondence in one place, and then list themselves in My Little Black Book. Members could then use that email to reach out to others, and to have others connect with them.
Very soon it turned out that people loved the fact that it was so very simple, which has become the single most important part of the system. Now we have members from all over the world talking to each other, and enjoying correspondence from near and far. It’s proved a great success. People were even connecting and sharing group holidays.
While sitting in my garden, enjoying watching Ali bent over working on some of the flowerbeds, I was surprised to see Sylvester (my mechanic) arrive and use my rear entrance (phrasing) sitting astride his enormous chopper.
He’s spent much of his time polishing up his chopper recently, but then haven’t we all? This lockdown can be a little tedious, can’t it? Sylvester does enjoy riding his Harley and keeping it pristine.
Maintaining social distancing he joined me in the garden and we sat and talked. He looked quite agitated. It takes a lot to phase Sylvester. Naturally, in my role as both friend and counselor I felt I should help.
“It’s Amanda. What am
I supposed to do about her?”
“Euthanasia?” I asked helpfully, adjusting the way my sun dress hung from my shoulders.
“Please,” he insisted, “try to be helpful!”
“What seems to be the problem, Sylvester?” I asked.
“Well, I asked her if she’d like to come for a ride on my chopper,” continued Sylvester.
“But Sylvester, Amanda is with Marjory now,” I said.
“I know. But sometimes I like to take people on my bike. It’s
“Well,” I said, “I suppose it’s fairly harmless. Even though
I understand you’ve ‘checked her fluids’ on more than one occasion.”
The soft sensation of nylon against my skin is almost the perfect form of foreplay. Pulling on the nylon stockings, and smoothing them up my leg, unhurried and luxuriously before a date is always enough to make me wet.
Perhaps it’s a response to my desire for something to
happen, or maybe it’s just a learned response. After all, most times I do go
out dressed in this manner I get what I’m looking for, so it’s only a matter of
time before my body, hungry for the lecherous and desperate touch of a lover, is
served to my satisfaction. You’ll note that I said ‘my satisfaction’. I point
this out as I do like to play a little game.
It’s been about five years now that I’ve followed a rather particular dating practice. I usually use one of the more popular apps, Tinder or some such, and there I will select a – now what should I call them – a project. Yes. I select a project. You know if you go to some of the apps you can even find me. Of course, I’m not going to make that too easy for you, as I really don’t want to give away all my secrets.
My goodness, I do have to put up with some nonsense from some of the children in the neighbourhood. One doesn’t like to have favorites, but I can’t help but thank heavens my nephews and nieces are rather better behaved than some of the other neighbourhood children.
Several of the local children like to play in my garden. I’ve started having Ali, Fiona’s gardener – you may have heard of him – pop by and take care of my flowers. He rigged up a nice swing from an apple tree and some of the youngsters like to come over and play on the swing. Generally they are sweet, laughing and giggling away there. I love the sound of happy children. Of course, there’s sometimes one obnoxious little trouble maker in the group, but one hopes the positive influence of my neighborhood kids will have a beneficial effect. Little Angela, Jacinder and Boris are all playing nicely. It’s not easy for the little ones while we have this virus to contend with.
At the time of writing we are in the midst of a Corona Virus
lockdown. We’re 8 weeks into it, here in
Vancouver, and most of us have not seen many people throughout this period. For some it’s been a period of reflection,
and a chance to rethink many of the things we have formerly taken for granted.
Many of us have struggled with the idea of how we identify
with genders. This is nothing new and is a confusing and troubling subject that
is often hard to discuss. I’ve said many times that we shouldn’t concern ourselves
with gender labels, or for that matter sexuality labels. My experience is that
they’re confusing, mean different things to different people, and really don’t
serve us well. They may serve those who wish to judge us, or shove us into a pigeon
hole – a prospect that doesn’t seem either appealing or comfortable – but exactly
how does that serve us?
Yet there is always that question, “what am I?” Am I ‘trans’, or ‘gender fluid’ or some other
label that helps me understand myself. What are the boundaries here and where
do I fit?
My constant mantra here is not to judge others, nor allow
their judgement to hurt you. Placing a label is doubtless a form of judgement. While
dropping judgement is a lofty goal it’s a very solid one to have in mind. I try
to practice it, but I could probably try a little harder at times. When someone
cuts me off as I cycle to the store, I may pass judgement and express it with
my middle finger, and I am the first to acknowledge this doesn’t really further
I am so pleased to see that my personal trainer, Sebastian, is finally calming down. In isolation, along with his sister, Rainbow, he’s been struggling a little with the stress of the process. Here in lovely Vancouver people have been observing the lockdown very well, and as a result we had just one new death yesterday. Of course, even one is one too many, however the process does appear to be working.
He does help me online each morning as I work out, but I can hear the stress in his voice. I mentioned this very thing to Mistress Meg just yesterday.
“He does seem to be a little on edge,” I said. “It makes it hard to relax as I am doing yoga. He is rather highly strung.”
“Yes,” replied Meg. “He probably should be.”
Sympathy is not the primary emotion that springs to mind when chatting with Mistress Meg. Many of you will know her from her writing on my Patreon in the Seahorse level. Never one to stifle her opinions, I think she thinks of Sebastian rather like a puppy that continually looks for approval. She seems unsure whether she should laugh at it, pet it, or give in to the inevitable urge to give it a hefty kick over the nearest fence while no one is looking.
It’s Playtime With Fiona and today we’re look at breasts.
So many of us look at drag queens and wonder just what that is beneath their lovely fabrics and designs. And as a crossdresser wanting to look their best, of course we want to get our hands on them! Well, here’s the short story on what’s going on. Enjoy this offering and be sure to explore the website thoroughly. Here’s a good place to start – https://fionadobson.com/site-guide
I am always interested in the private lives of my
clients. While not wishing to be a part
of them, I am interested in the process of observing them. Understanding what makes them tick makes it
so much easier to help them.
I see myself as something of a therapist, albeit in an unusual
manner. As I was tightening a nipple clamp on Ian’s chest, I remarked that I am
here to help him, after all. A couple more turns, after the whimpering and the
wincing has subsided, when observed closely I can enjoy the process and help my
Dressed in a suspender belt, stockings, and heels I do
deliver considerable help – relief even – to my clients. I suppose at some
level that does make me a therapist.
“So, Ian,” I asked while adding a further turn to the clamp,
“why is it you’re looking so down in the mouth today?”
I hope you’re enjoying the weekend as we move further into this strange period. Today I am writing to remind you of some of the great content you’re able to read on my Patreon. There’s a good deal of material hear, both written, video and audio.
I have been told this is the blog you’ll love, even if you’ve never tried on your sisters panties. There’s a wealth of crossdressing advice, ideas and stories. There’s humor and there’s horror. There’s even hypnosis. We’ve got it all. Be sure to come on in and explore.
One of the most recent additions to my Patreon is Poison! Another serial, part 9 will be out shortly. Can you imagine, a woman slowly altering the genetic code of her suitor. Well, things turn out rather differently to what you may imagine.
Mistress Meg and Katia Thornwood generally write for our Seahorse Patreons, with their forceful approach to encouraging their guests to embrace all aspects of feminization. As Mistress Meg has pointed out, “few dare protest, for fear of what might be pushed into their easily silenced mouth.”
Mistress Meg is also the keeper of Stories You Mother Never Told You, a disturbingly erotic series of pieces drawn from a set of dusty notebooks secured from a client. These will be of special appeal to all my Seahorse members.
Auntie Kittie, an unbelievable force of nature in her own right, continues to work Max hard, having him put her Diary entries up.
“He’s such a good boy,” she said as she dropped off her notes this morning. I have visitors sit outside my kitchen window as I am indoors. Sitting on my deck she looked really quite pleased with herself. I think she’s got something very questionable going on with young Max.
I am also excited to say my delightful friend Molly Blake in England is hard at it. She is working on a very exciting little project for you. That will be at the $1, Good Gurl level.
Of course, my Premium Program and Whatsapp Group is still a great success for my Unicorn members. While these can be bought separately, they are all included in the Unicorn level. And for the more cost conscious I am always happy to add new members to My Little Black Book – still a very popular way to connect with other CDs and Admirers.
As ever, and particularly at the moment, I want you to remember I am here for you. I spend a lot of time online and should you have any questions I am always pleased to answer them, even if it takes a few days for me to get to them.
I love to see your comments on the posts I put up. Be sure to continue to communicate – and don’t forget, you’re not alone. We’re getting through this together.
Join me today in the great feminization program that gives you tasks and training every few days. My program helps you dress, understand the world of crossdressing, conditions you to become more feminine and uses hypnosis to help you along the path.
Get help with clothing, make up and the full aesthetic of crossdressing. Learn how to behave in a more sensitive manner. Then find that gentler side of your mind. You will learn to look, act and feel more like the gurl you know you can be.
Sign up for the fun way to get the most out of crossdressing and exploring your feminine side. Whether you’re interested in occasionally enjoying crossdressing, or you’re on your journey to complete transition, this is a wonderful way to explore the crossdressing and understand it like you never thought you could.
In an exclusive block buster expose we go behind the scenes at the White House and give you a fly on the wall report from the Oval Office. As you likely know, in my capacity as an Account Executive at the advertising agency I am often asked to contribute to some very detailed discussions with various clients. In tonight’s interview I am pleased to reveal some off the record comments shared by certain members of the White House staff.
For reasons of security some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. And when I say innocent, I mean as innocent as a large pot of Vaseline in house of ill repute.
Now, through the magic of the internet I’d like to transfer you to the 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, as several administration staffers are looking through the morning papers.
Stephen: “I don’t understand it. This rag says I have the dead eyes of a landed bloater.”
Kelly: “I believe a bloater is a type of fish. Don’t let it worry you. You’ll learn a bigger vocabulary when you graduate to grade 12.”