Rainbow whips out her crackers.

As you may know, my personal trainer, Sebastian, has a delightful sister named Rainbow. The west coast has many people named by well intentioned hippy parents, that have grown up to be very unlike their free wheeling parents. 

While Rainbow is decidedly whimsical and likely in line with what her parents expected, not all my acquaintances are so well named. For example, Rainbow is a yoga teacher and perfectly qualified, being both gluten free and lactose intolerant. However, another friend of mine was blessed with the name ‘Swallow’ by her parents. If the swallow really is the bird of love, then one would hardly expect a corrections officer working in a high security prison to carry such a name and yet that is indeed where she has had a quite successful career.

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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.

I am thrilled to release these notes in their original sordid and salacious form. They are available to all my Seahorse members – through my Patreon Pages. Be sure to sign up to my Patrion and enjoy these extraordinary documents.

 

 

A new take on the term ‘Lockdown’. Mistress Katia Thornwood.

On many occasions I find my disciplinary advice being delivered almost as a form of counselling.

I have been cooped up in this St. James’s apartment for the last two months, and have been enjoying catching up on correspondence and doing a few of the administration tasks I should have addressed months ago.  It’s not exactly thrilling work, but to be honest I don’t mind it.

The apartment overlooks London’s beautiful St. James’ Park and the lake within. The location is made all the more poignant by the fact that the park is named after a hospital that once stood nearby, for the treatment of leprosy. Imagine, putting a hospital for a highly infectious disease in the centre of what was at that time the most populous city on earth. That sounds almost as sensible as holding a rally in Tulsa and expecting it to be a roaring success.

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Poison! Part 1.

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.

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Sylvester gets a poke from behind.

When Sylvester suggested I paint breasts on the back of my life jacket, thereby giving him something interesting to look at as he paddled, I refrained from the desire to beat him in the head with the paddle in my hands.  We’ve taken to getting out and about in the nearby locality, as the lockdown here in Vancouver eases.

Being locked down I think I’ve done every gardening job on my to do list, with Ali, and Sylvester has been helping with a few odd jobs about the house. Just yesterday afternoon we were cleaning up an old chest of draws that had been neglected. Some candles had burned down and damaged the surface. We’re taking the finish back to the wood. I’ve been stripping while Sylvester scrapes the varnish and wax off.

As we get a little more freedom I’ve started looking for interesting things to do outdoors as we continue a slightly eased lockdown. Getting out to kayak, or to sail (as long as we maintain distance) is ok. One activity we’ve found that works very well is sea kayaking. There are a couple of things worthy of pointing out about this activity. First of all, you can crossdress, wear a wig and anything else you want, once you’re out on the water no one is going to be able to either do or say anything about it. Another great advantage to be gained from this activity is the wonderful work out it gives you.

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Auntie Kittie’s Diary – 2020-06-13

I have always felt that the more time my nephews spend dressed in lovely girls clothes the more they behave in a polite, soft and gentle manner.  Isn’t that a nice thing to know? Of course it is.

Well, recently one of my nephews has had a visitor, young Donald, a really quite vulgar boy.  He seems to think it ok to push others around and one of my nieces recently came to see me about him. Annette told me he had been peeking in her bedroom when she was changing, which I found a most distasteful thing to do.  He’s also been picking on some of the other children in the neighbourhood.He also refuses to wear a mask, which I find extremely disrespectful. I am sure you’d agree, this is really not the way a young boy should behave.

“If he’s unwilling to behave like a nice boy,” I said to Annette, “then we can’t treat him like a nice boy.”

I thought about the situation for a moment or two, while offering Annette a small serving of frozen yoghurt.

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Time to take out the trash.

Generally I find approaching things with an open mind is a good idea. Sebastian, my personal trainer, has suggested I take the same approach when working on my legs.

This morning I was walking on the beach and noticed some litter in the dunes. It was just some detritus left by a parent, likely overwhelmed by their excitable kids. Nothing to really be upset about.  I picked it up and disposed of it in a litter bin not far away.

I would have forgotten the incident entirely but for something that happened later in the day. I’d finished the days work and took Hannibal, my dachshund for his walk, and as I made my way through one of our beautiful parks I noticed a young woman with a handwritten sign on her back picking up litter. She had a stick and a garbage bag and was working her way through a number of the people enjoying the summer evening. As I got closer to the young woman I noticed the sign on her back read “Volunteer” in hastily scrawled hand.

I was curious and so walked up to the lady and asked, “what’s the story?”

She replied very politely that lives nearby and she walks in the park every day, and doesn’t like seeing litter left around.  She’d noticed that if she comes out now and then and picks up the litter now and then the people in the park notice her and start to clean up after themselves.

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Sylvester enjoys a good pounding.

Sylvester, my mechanic, enjoys a good pounding now and then.  Don’t we all? And that’s precisely what was happening the other day as I entered his workshop.

“What on earth are you doing?” I said, as I watched him sitting on a stool, beating a piece of metal on an anvil.

“It’s called..” bang, bang, “contouring.”

The heavy blows were shaping the metal and shaking the entire workshop. He held the glowing metal with tongs as he worked on it with the hammer.

“Well, that’s not how I do it,” I replied.

“Contouring the piece,” he said as he continued bashing the hot metal with a heavy hammer. Once satisfied with the shape he dipped it in a pale of water and it gave a satisfying hiss, steam rising as it did so.

This did, however, remind me to post something for so many of my members who are struggling with make up advice.  I often steer clear of this, as there are so many wonderful sites giving great make up tutorials. Most of these are run by women who have been excelling at this since they were 7 or 8 years old, and I realise they are much more accomplished than I. However, I do feel that so m any of my members need a little guidance, I try to select the best ones to reproduce here.

Contouring is also of special interest to my gurls.  Most of us have facial shapes that are quite masculine. However, with the correct contouring we can refine the shape considerably. As my friends who are drag queens have demonstrated many times, good contouring completely changes the way people see your face. In a busy club drag queens, like high heeled feathered galleons sail across the dance floor and we’re naturally in awe of their appearances, their faces sculpted like Greek goodesses. Knowing something of these techniques is a valuable skill. While many of us will never come close to attaining the skill levels some of these performers have reached, we can do our best to improve our makeup skills, nonetheless.

Have a good look at the video above.  I’m sure you’ll learn something valuable. Hopefully this version of contouring your face will have more positive results than using Sylvester’s.

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Fiona

We all get to swallow our own medicine.

“Swallow, Fiona!” said Sebastian, pushing me onward.

“But…” I protested, my mouth almost overflowing.

Rainbow, Sebastian’s sister, added, “Go on, Fiona. You’ve taken more than a couple of mouthfuls already.”

She gave me a knowing look and whispered, “I know you love it really!” Then she lay back on her yoga mat in my garden, the soft fragrance of lavender wafting over us.

I should explain, Rainbow and Sebastian are at my place this morning and brought some healthy kale and ginger smoothies with them. I know how good it is for me, so even though I may gag a little, I manage to force it down. I don’t mind Sebastian and Rainbow coming over for breakfast as long as we enjoy it in the garden, and maintain a reasonable social distance.

“It tastes very,” I searched for words, “…healthy.”

It tasted so healthy I wondered if I was going to throw up. It’s not the first time I’ve been exposed to this recipe. To be fair, one does feel wonderful when one finishes drinking it.

Rainbow brings a couple of interesting points to her interpretation of yoga poses.

Sebastian is a very diligent personal trainer. This dreadful virus business has hit his business quite hard. He and his sister come over to my place every two or three days for morning yoga, which helps me keep nice and trim and as long as we are reasonably careful I feel glad of their presence. I get to dress in a beautiful leotard and tights as we do our yoga class, and Max my next door neighbor’s young son watches us through his binoculars from his bedroom window.

“You know,” said Sebastian, “your body is the sum total of all that you put into it. It’s best to choose things that are wholesome.”

I briefly thought back, remembering a long and and enjoyable youth, and smiled.

“See,” cut in Sebastian, “the thought has brought a smile back to your face.”

“No, you misunderstand,” I replied. “I was just thinking about a little encounter I had last fall. Very wholesome.”

However, that’s not the main reason I’m writing today. We’re living in turbulent times. You don’t need me to remind you of that. I do however want to encourage you to do a couple of things this week.

The first is to stay focused on social distancing and wearing a mask in areas where there are groups of people. Just because there’s a lot of protests going on, the virus doesn’t just go away. Guard your health with common sense.

Second, as I often suggest to my members, let’s not rush to judge others this week. Asking oneself, “what would I be doing if that were my brother?” is a good first step to trying to understand some of the events unfolding. Those of us who explore the gender spectrum understand about being judged harshly. Let’s try not to make that mistake with others.

If you’ve not already done so, be sure to join my Patreon, I’d like to try and get up to 175 Patrons this month.  It’s just $1 a month and you know you’re going to get a lot of joy from it.

Enjoy the beautiful song by Marvin Gaye. Be sure to let me know how you’re getting along.

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Fiona

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So many people struggle to meet crossdressers.

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.

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