Auntie Kittie’s Diary – What are Martin’s mummy and daddy doing up there?

Martin arrived this morning to help me with my shopping, he’s such a good little boy. He cycled over. I’ve been encouraging him to ride a little more since a taxi frightened him by blowing their horn as he cycled by recently.

He rang the bell of the pink bicycle he was riding in my yard and came rushing in.

“Auntie, you won’t believe what I have between my legs,” he said excitedly.

“Really?” I said a little surprised.

“Oh yes, Miranda said I could borrow her bicycle. It’s much bigger than mine and it’s fun to ride.”

“Of course it is, Martin,” I said, “and don’t let anyone ever tell you that size isn’t important.  I especially like the pink tassles and the unicorn motif.  How kind of your sister to let you have a go.”

“Miranda is the bomb,” he replied enthusiastically.

“The ‘bomb’,” I replied. “Is that good?”

“Oh, she’s the best! She let’s me use lots of her things.”

“I am sure she does, Martin,” I said gathering up a couple of bags to take shopping. “Help auntie with these bags, so we don’t have to use those nasty single use plastic bags in the store. We care about the environment, don’t we Martin.”

“Yes, auntie,” said Martin.

We climbed into the car and in a moment were off to get the groceries.  After a quick run round the shop to get some organic vegetables and a few tasty treats we came home in time to see Fiona and her personal trainer Sebastian going for a run.  They stopped outside my house in Huckleberry Close for a moment to catch their breath.

“Good morning, Martin,” said Fiona to my nephew. “How are your parents, I’ve not seen them for a while?”

“Oh they’re very busy this morning. They’ve been upstairs banging since I woke up,” came his innocent reply.

“Really,” I replied, noticing that Fiona was looking a little confused standing there in her little tennis skirt and trainers, her chest still heaving as she was a little out of breath.

“Oh yes, they’re putting together some new furniture from Ikea,” said the little scamp.

“Mummy’s very good at it,” he chimed in with enthusiasm, and continued “but that it’s sometimes better for Daddy to watch because his tool isn’t very big. She prefers to use her own equipment or get a man in, she says, but she likes Dad to watch. It’s just like you say, Auntie. Size really does matter!”

I glanced awkwardly at Fiona as Martin carried on.

“Mummy’s good with her hands.  Everyone says that. She’s very creative you know.”

I said, “I am sure she is. Now let’s hurry in and make some tea. Then we can get some oil and put it on that chain on your bicycle.”

“Mummy likes to put oil…”

“That’s enough, Martin.” I cut little Martin off and hurried him inside. One never knows what these little ones will say next. My nieces and nephews are such little scamps.

Have you been a good boy for Auntie? You can be a special star for me by going onto Fiona’s website and adding a comment on her new page, Member Experiences – where you can tell some of your own story.  Be sure to mention that Auntie sent you.

Be a good boy for your favorite auntie,

Auntie Kittie.




A fun competition. Figure out the link between the video below and Auntie’s Diary entry and I will give you free Good Gurl membership if you you’re not already a member. Email me on fdobson@zoho.com with your answer. The first 10 get free membership. FD.

There’s no ‘f’ in trannies!

The latest episode of Clothes Maketh The Man is out. You can find it here.

Before I go any further, I should clarify something for Mildred from Colorado Springs, in response to your question of how to prevent her puppy stealing food from kitchen surfaces I had advised her to put it in the fridge. I was, of course, referring to the food, and not the dog. I understand Spot is making a full recovery, but now avoids confined spaces.

Now that things are a little less locked down I am having more guests over at my place.  Last night Sylvester and I enjoyed a nice glass of wine while we waited for Marjory and Amanda, my wife’s appalling friend, to arrive for a night of board games. Apparently Amanda was a little late getting home, her industrial welding class having over run.

There’s no ‘f’ in ‘Trannies’ said Sylvester, as I arranged the letters on the Scrabble board.

“Don’t be so silly,” I said as I placed the lettered tiles on the board. “There, ‘Transference’ and the ‘T’ is on a double word score.”

I’ve been trying to keep Sylvester amused as he’s been moping about the place recently. I think he’s a little jealous of Marjory, who’s in a lesbian relationship with Amanda. All the same he did his best to be gracious, and put some music on while we played the game.

Marjory, who is very big on the competitive eating circuit, enjoys country music and Sylvester created a selection of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson classics.

“Sylvester,” said Marjory, “You have such good taste.  I’m a little surprised.”

Sylvester looked a little sheepish, and then Marjory added, “I’ve always liked Johnny Cash, but I’ve never really been a fan of Willie’s.”

Sylvester cast a sideways glance at Amanda, but wisely said nothing. Poor Sylvester.

But that’s not the main reason I’m writing to you tonight. I’m just letting you know that there’s a new episode of Clothes Maketh The Man out, part 52, and reminding all my members that I’ve recently added some wonderful new hypnosis files to the Seahorse ProgramMistress Meg has been particularly busy, creating some great material. There’s always plenty of hypnosis files on the site, many of which are free, and they can be found by following this link.

I have adjusted some of my pricing recently giving a discount to those booking for a one year subscription. Be sure to check out my programs here – http://FionaDobson.com/my-programs

Have a lovely week,

Fiona Dobson



The Travelogue Of Katia Thornwood – Part 1

All work and no play does make a person dull. And in my work, I need to always have an edge, or many, preferably sharp, pointed or at the very least, hard.

So I’m travelling to South East Asia for research, and of course a little respite. First stop, Cambodia, a little resort just outside of Seam Reap. Then Thailand – that heady mix of dirt, excitement, and mystery that I’ve always found so intoxicating a prospect.

Siem Reap is a harsh Mistress in herself. The heat is hard to explain, inescapable, it invades every pore and the only way to survive it is to surrender to it. My dewy skin breathes in temporary relief as the tuk tuk turns and the mildest hint of a breeze ripples through my cotton shirt, over my bare décolletage, sensually brushing bare skin and bringing me to life in a way I haven’t felt in a long while.

The road is an ordered chaos of interweaving tuk tuks, mopeds and cattle. The smell is a heady mix of boiling refuse and floral fragrance from the vegetation of the fields and forests beyond.

I contemplate being a stranger in a foreign land must be somewhat similar to how my submissives feel at times. At the mercy of many things that are beyond their control, trusting that things will work out because they have to, yet knowing around every turn is something that may just push them completely out of their comfort zone, at best, or completely destroy them, at worse.

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Does crossdressing make you a better man?

I read a very interesting email this morning and felt you’d appreciate it if I shared it with you.  It came from one of my members in Taipei. He said, “I feel terrible about crossdressing, and regularly throw out hundreds of dollars of expensive clothes and shoes. I’ve been through this so many times, I dread to think of the money I’ve wasted!”

He then went on to say that, “Even though I feel ashamed of dressing, I also have noticed how much more relaxed I am when I do dress – and how it helps me even in those moments I am not wearing women’s clothing. For example, if I have busy business meetings during the day, in the evenings I will often wear a long dress and adopt that more gurly side of myself, and I unwind. I find I feel happier, make better decisions, and feel more like I’m in control of things if I have these periods of self indulgence dressing.”

These are sentiments I know many of my members share and are very much part of the life of someone who crossdresses, particularly in a culture that is not accepting of liberal attitudes. What I found particularly interesting was the idea that there are times when, being allowed to express that feminine nature, one will subsequently perform at a higher level.

I suspect that we’ve all experienced that to some degree. The enjoyment gained from a little indulgence adds a certain spice to the feast of life which we enjoy every day.

There’s little doubt that when one does the things that makes one happy, we tend to feel more fulfilled and behave in a manner that shows confidence and self assurance. To repress some part of our personality can hardly be healthy. No end of times we hear of people ‘living a lie’ making poor decisions and failing in some aspects of their life.

It seems reasonable to suggest that by finding an appropriate manner to express one’s feminine self is not only healthy, but also results in one being more robust in all aspects of one’s life, dressed in a slip or dressed in a suit. You’ll see I used that word ‘appropriate’ quite deliberately there. That’s going to be different for nearly everyone. One of the objects of the program is to help you find exactly what is the ‘appropriate’ manner for you.

Perhaps you have some thoughts on the matter. Feel free to add your thoughts in the comments section below.

Wrap your lips around this.

First of all I should make a quick correction, for the benefit of one of my members who has contacted me regarding some confusion in advice I gave her recently. When I said that a pair of sugar tongs may be used to pull fur balls from a cat, I should have pointed out that these are found in the cat’s throat. Now that that’s clarified, I can get along with today’s post.

While I do not condone smoking in an way, I admit that at New Year I will sit in my conservatory and smoke a cigar with Sylvester to celebrate the arrival of the new year. I know it’s not very ladylike, but Mistress Meg and Katia Thornwood do enjoy the occasional puff and as long as it’s just once a year I don’t really have a problem with it.

As I sat in a ratan chair, blowing snow piling up outside the window, I remarked to Sylvester that nothing can really beat getting your lips round eight inches of Cuban and that it’s a lovely way to start the new year.

My long maxi pleated skirt fell about my stockinged legs, as we sat there watching the snow. I felt nice and cozy in the night, warmed by a sherry and a radiator which keeps this pleasant room toasty on cold winter nights.

Sylvester blew a smoke ring and then said, “I didn’t realise these cigars were from Cuba.”

“The cigars? Oh, no I think these are from Nicaragua,” I replied.

He really should follow the plot.

Anyway, that’s not the main reason I am writing. There’s a fun new self hypnosis on my site which I thought I’d tell you about. You can find it here.

I hope 2022 is getting off to a good start for you.

🙂

Fiona

http://FionaDobson.com