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There are many reasons women love to play with gender roles. In this series of interviews I talk to some of the women who love to feminize their partners. I’ll start with our own team. FD
First of all I’d say that it’s more accurate to say that I
like to feminize other people’s husbands.
I enjoy watching them do as I tell them, but most of all I enjoy seeing
their supplication at a psychological level.
For example, with my sissies, I will rarely use anything
like cuffs, or any form of physical bondage. I’d far rather watch the look of
conflicted confusion on their face as I tell them to do something, and they are
not sure if they should protest, or not, but then they realise it will do no
I find I can usually set things up in such a way that my sissies
obey. They know the consequences will be grave if they don’t. It’s funny how
quickly they learn when properly motivated.
As one of my braver guests once said, “I wanted to appeal to
your better nature, but then I realised you didn’t have one.”
He lived to regret that crack.
No, I like to see the interplay of emotions. I might tell
someone to do something they don’t want to, and you can almost see the cogs
going round inside their head.
“Oh, I don’t want to do that… but if I don’t I know
something bad will happen. Mistress Katia is very unkind sometimes… I don’t
want to do this, but I’ll do it. It’s better than the consequences.”
I’ve seen the same sort of things going on behind the eyes of
a cocker spaniel I once had. Men are quite like cocker spaniels really.
Especially when they look up at you with those big eyes as though they’re
pleading with you. It’s usually a sign
they need a good slapping about, you know.
But I’m really only doing things for their own good. My guests usually come back. Well, grovel
back. But the effects are the same.
I know most of them would really love to let go of the
pressure of their life. They’d like to relax.
Well, I just give them that push that forces them to let go. After all,
how much thought can you give to the profit and loss statement you’re supposed
to be working on when you’re dressed in a frilly pink maids outfit and I have
you sucking a pacifier? It just helps people let go of their stress.
Mind you, one of my clients did show up to a board meeting
once wearing a pink lacy collar I’d had him in for hours. He just forgot to
take it off. Well, he’s more careful
now, so you see he did learn something.
Yes, I’d say my brand of feminization is definitely a sort of ‘self improvement’ program.
As I watched his inspection of me I noticed him lick his lips
imperceptibly. Yes, he was interested. No doubt about it. His gaze rose to my
chest, which in this sweater at least appeared to have a little breast mass
slightly hidden beneath the fabric. I’d caught sight of myself in a reflection
earlier and been surprised how my body did seem quite feminine. I put it down
to the effect of the heels. There’s no doubt they force the body into a shape
that exaggerates the bum and chest.
Claude was still sizing me up. His eyes moving over me like
the exploring touch of a blind man. I could almost feel his stare.
I took some pleasure from the idea that this man, who ever he was, had clearly developed a lustful desire for me. It was, of course, ridiculous. I was not interested in the man. My interest was in how he was responding to me. I felt something curious. Power. Yes, that was it.
What a wonderful day to remember our lovers and our past lovers. On a lovely day like this such thoughts are top of mind.
I have always taken a keen interest in medical and biological research. For example, when in 2010 UCLA researchers announced that they had proof that Neanderthals mated with homo sapiens it came as no surprise to me. But then it wouldn’t. As anyone who has met Sylvester, my mechanic, would realise, the evidence has always been there right before our eyes.
The spread of the recent corvid19 virus is something I am watching with interest, knowing that my many members look to me for advice on such matters. For example, if they were to go on a cruise, just how would they manage being locked up for so many hours should they find themselves quarantined. After all there’s only so many hours of yoga you can do in a cramped cabin of a cruise ship.
Well, rest assured, I am watching the situation carefully, and will of course be there for any of my members that do need advice. So far though, I have found that there is indeed a silver lining associated with the very dark cloud of this particular illness. And that is that Amanda, my wife’s appalling friend, has taken to wearing a surgical mask. I’m not quite sure if this is to protect her from viruses or to protect us from her. Either way, aesthetically it seems to be an improvement.
Perhaps she can find one in tweed.
But that’s not the main reason I’m writing today. It’s Valentine’s Day, and the time we celebrate our relationships. Max, my neighbors son, attempted to deliver a Valentine card secretly, but was picked up on my security cameras. He has no idea I know it was from him. Poor boy is only a breath over twenty years old. I’ll probably have some fun with that.
Sadly my wife is travelling at present. However, although I may have to battle the sadness of solitude and isolation, I wouldn’t want my members to suffer. With this in mind you might be interested in checking out My Little Black Book. It’s a pretty cool system, in which you contact three people a day until you build up a network of crossdressing friends and admirers. Anyway, you can read all about it here. It’s one of the benefits in my Unicorn Tier on Patreon, though you can by it as a stand alone product for as little as $2.95 if you wish.
So, sign up for My Little Black Book today and you can be sure you’ll not die alone, as Sylvester put it. Quite a few members have formed long and meaningful relationships in My Little Black Book. If you’d like to connect with other crossdressers it’s a great way to do so.
My Little Black Book is a great way for the modern crossdresser to connect with others and form firm friendships and more. You can simply browse or join to get listed.
I encourage all my members to email between one and three members a day to say hello to people listed in My Little Black Book, and to build of their network of crossdressing friends. As you gradually do so you will find that many of my members are genuinely open and kind-hearted people just like you.
With over a thousand members you become part of an exclusive membership who are regularly sharing contact and friendship with other admirers and crossdressers. It’s a lot of fun and a great gift to yourself around Valentines day.
With so many of us now connecting and meeting it’s hardly surprising that people love My Little Black Book. I hope to see you in there soon.
Does the family know? Do you share it? There’s a lot of questions about crossdressing, and gender fluid life that are likely to emerge. How does one handle that? Enjoy this discussion with Jules and Lenni, as they explore the subject.