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. Iâll start with our own team. FD
First of all Iâd say that itâs more accurate to say that I
like to feminize other peopleâs 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. Iâd 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
good.
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 donât. Itâs funny how
quickly they learn when properly motivated.
As one of my braver guests once said, âI wanted to appeal to
your better nature, but then I realised you didnât have one.â
He lived to regret that crack.
No, I like to see the interplay of emotions. I might tell
someone to do something they donât want to, and you can almost see the cogs
going round inside their head.
âOh, I donât want to do that⊠but if I donât I know
something bad will happen. Mistress Katia is very unkind sometimes⊠I donât
want to do this, but Iâll do it. Itâs better than the consequences.â
Iâve 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 theyâre
pleading with you. Itâs usually a sign
they need a good slapping about, you know.
But Iâm 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. Theyâd 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 youâre supposed
to be working on when youâre 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 Iâd had him in for hours. He just forgot to
take it off. Well, heâs more careful
now, so you see he did learn something.
Yes, Iâd say my brand of feminization is definitely a sort of âself improvementâ program.
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 Iâm 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 â that heady mix of dirt, excitement, and mystery that Iâve always found so intoxicating a prospect.
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.
Well, I thought what Sylvester was saying was that Hannibal, my dachshund had been interred. Wondering if this were some punishment for running wildly about the park, I assumed he meant heâd been taken by the bylaw officer. This is what you get for letting your friend walk your dog.
Iâd have walked Hannibal myself, were it not for the fact that I need my legs waxed. Rainbow has been kind enough to come over to help, and after weâve finished weâll be enjoying an eggplant yoghurt facial she has concocted. As you can imagine I am using the term âenjoyingâ advisedly. Iâm sure you understand thereâs a certain amount of scheduled maintenance has to happen to keep up appearances, as a crossdressing account executive at the advertising agency. Much as one would care for a beautiful object, or as Bernard, my photographer, put it rather unkindly a large public building.
Sylvester thinks Hannibal, who is extremely sweet particularly when he snarls at Amanda, is a chick magnet. Whenever he walks Hannibal young women who ought to know better come up to Sylvester and start fawning over him. I mean, Hannibal, not Sylvester. Fawning over Sylvester would be like fawning over a Caterpillar Tractor. As a result Sylvester enjoys walking Hannibal some days, usually after the local yummy mummies have dropped there screaming charges off at the Huckleberry Montessori Daycare Centre For Spoiled Brats.
He wanders around the park looking sombre and brooding like a poet or a man recently widowed who needs the loving embrace of a dissatisfied young mother. Preferably blonde, a former gymnast, and quite possibly with poor English skills.
âWhat do you mean, Sylvester,â I said into the phone. âThey canât inter my dog!â
âNo, heâs been âinterredâ. Itâs a fancy way of saying heâs got very dirty.â
I paused. I think Sylvester has been spending too much time with Ali, my Syrian gardener.
âI donât think thatâs what that means,â I said. âIf you mean heâs dirty I suggest you bring him back here and give him a good wash. And I donât mean like last time.â
I could tell Sylvester was about to protest and quickly added, âSylvester, throwing Hannibalâs ball through Mr. Singhâs car wash does not count as cleaning my dog. Iâm still getting abusive phone calls from him from the last time.â
I hung up the phone and returned to the business at hand, Katia having recently arrived and was presently sitting with Rainbow and myself contemplating the yoghurt facial.
âDo you plan to eat it or fix the grouting with it?â she asked.
As you likely know, Katia Thornwood is what I can best be described as a disciplinarian, working with some of my Seahorse members. These are those special members who require that extra little helping hand in their dressing. Katia and Mistress Meg look after them and can be found on my Patreon. However, Katia was visiting my house to discuss some minor business matters and was looking forward to seeing Sylvester.
âHeâs a very useful sort of chump,â observed Katia. âHe leant me some of that very fine oil for a pair of nipple clamps I use on my visitors. Iâve been using them a while now, and I hardly hear a squeak out of them.â
âThe clamps or the visitors,â I asked.
âBoth,â she replied. âI have these rather frightening surgical shears Iâd like him to oil. Theyâre most intimidating. They look perfect for castration.â
I winced a little and then said, âWell you can be sure your clients would speak highly of you after that.â
Katia sniggered and replied that theyâre really just for show and insisted itâs good to maintain her tools.
To say Amelia is a voyeur is a little simplistic. Amelia is downright perverted, and that comes out in many ways, ranging from the delightful to the distasteful.
I hold none of this against her, however I am very much aware that when she arrives at my rooms dressed smartly, fresh from her office, and clutching a notebook in her hand I can be sure sheâs going to ask me to do something complicated, not to mention enjoyable, to her long suffering husband.
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 Ianâs 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
client simultaneously.
Dressed in a suspender belt, stockings, and heels I do
deliver considerable help â relief even â to my clients. I suppose at some
level that does make me a therapist.
âSo, Ian,â I asked while adding a further turn to the clamp,
âwhy is it youâre looking so down in the mouth today?â
The other morning I walked into my kitchen and immediately knew something was wrong. I should explain that my morning yoga is a sacred time for me, and I let nothing interrupt it. Iâm only ready to start the day once I feel grounded and settled.
I usually follow my morning yoga with some tea, and a piece of toast, so I was surprised to find a deputation of some of my team waiting for me as I entered the kitchen.
“An odd choice of last words, Max,” said Mistress Meg.
Max, Katia and Mistress Meg fell silent as I entered. I glanced at them, and walked over to the kettle and put it on. To say the atmosphere was tense was an understatement.
âWell,â I said. âWhat are you all looking so worried about? Has someone died?â
Max, who was backed up against the wall looking a little scared, was the first to speak.
âMeg wants to hang me up by myâŠâ he faltered.
Then Mistress Meg cut in, âI want to hang him by his wrists and have Stacy give him a damned good strapping.â
Katia just looked angry.
âWhat on earthâs going on,â I asked. âMax, tell me whatâs the matter.â
Now, perhaps you remember that Max is my neighbourâs twenty year old son, and looks after much of the technology side of the work I do. Thereâs a surprising amount of work running the blog. He also manages my Patreon and a few other things, including entering Auntie Kittieâs content. Heâs our tame techie.
âItâs Patreon,â he said and everyone fell silent.
âOh yes. They recently named me as one of their top adult writing creators, didnât they?â
âYes, theyâve done very well from your Patrons. Youâd think theyâŠâ
âTell her what theyâve done, Max. Stop blabbering,â said Meg.
Max, who by now was close to tears, turned to Mistress Meg and said, âYouâre not the boss of me! Iâm just doing my best. You canât tell me what to do!â
Mistress Meg picked up a breadknife, rubbed her thumb against the blade and then said menacingly, âOdd choice of last words, Max.â
âI think perhaps we should all calm down,â I said gently. âNow, Max letâs sit in my study and see whatâs the matter.â
I took Max through to my study, usually my sanctuary away from others, and sat him down on the couch. His eyes were brimming over, and a tear ran down his cheek.
âItâs ok, Max. Just tell me what the trouble is.â
âWeâve been kicked off Patreon. They say our content is too adult.â
âWhat? Make up tips and hypnosis?â I said looking a little shocked. âOr was it that joke you said I should take out?â
âYou mean the one about stuttering?â
âYes, where I said that jokes about speech impediments were a big big âno noâ?â
âNo,â he replied. âI pulled that out before we posted that piece. Itâs more Mistress Meg and Katiaâs content. They say itâs too adult and they donât want it on their servers. But thatâs not the worst of it.â
âReally? What else is there?â
âWe have hundreds of members there. And theyâre not going to be happy. And Mistress Meg and Katia depend on the revenue from there,â he said clearly upset. âIâve let them down. And I think Mistress Meg might want to do something horrible to me.â
âMistress Meg does horrible tings to people all the time. Itâs sort of her thing,â I said softly. âI wonât let her do anything to you, donât you worry. She just want’s to look after the Seahorses.â
âI didnât mean to get us kicked. Really. I thought we were ok, but theyâve just clamped down.â
âDonât worry, Max,â I said soothingly. âWeâll take care of Patreon. If we have to be off it then Iâm sure our members will understand. We got along just fine without Patreon before, remember? Weâll just have to accommodate the members on the website.â
I thought about it for a moment and then said to Max, âMistress Meg is just concerned because her writing is more edgy. She probably thinks it really her fault. None of this is anyoneâs fault. Patreon are just trying to be careful.â
Max looked a little awkward for a moment and then added, âWell, thereâs more to it than that. I was thinking of saying we should get off it anyway. Some people feel itâs a bit of a scam. You should see the review of it.â
âWell, if thatâs the case then we should get off it anyway. Theyâve done us a favor. I want the best for my members,â I said.
Max stared into he distance and then said, âI can build a membership system on the site. We can ask Patrons to switch over. That way you can chat to them when they visit the site, using that chat window you use some evenings.â
âI love chatting with them,â I said. âNow, Iâd better go and calm down Meg and Katia. Donât you worry about a thing. Itâs not your fault.â
And with that I left and went out to the kitchen. It didnât take long to calm down Meg and Katia.
âWeâre just going to build a membership system on the blog instead,â I told them. âBesides that way we can service them much better. Patreon has never been that great. I know people canât find half the content you write, because their navigation is so outdated.â
Katia cut in, âYouâre right. Someone wrote to me the other day saying they couldnât navigate properly in their app. Half the time it doesnât work properly.â
âNow, letâs not be unkind to Max. Heâs going to have our website updated in a few days with a bunch more content for our members and weâll let everyone know exactly how to switch over to our website,â I said. âBesides, it gives us an opportunity to do more on the website itself, rather than someone elseâs platform. We can do even more cool things for our members.â
And thatâs why Iâm writing to you today. This has given us the great opportunity to improve the way we serve up content. Itâs also a heads up that Clothes Maketh The Man is soon going to be served entirely free. You probably know that the first 24 episodes are currently free, but that subsequent episodes have only been available on Patreon. Well, Iâll be making them freely available on FionaDobson.com in the next couple of days.
Now, if youâre a Patron youâll need to subscribe to one of the services here to continue your membership â and I want you to know how very much I appreciate each of you that does so. And if youâd just like to support the work my little team and I do then you can simply join for $1 a month in my Good Gurls membership here. You know how very much I appreciate each and every one of my members, and over the years weâve overcome hurdles like this plenty of times.
If youâd like to tell Patreon what you think of their decision to throw us off their platform, donât let me stop you. You can email them here: platform-support+id1217903@patreon.zendesk.com – It wonât change their decision but it might remind them that theyâre a bunch of homophobic self righteous dicks.
Donât worry. This isnât going to stop us delivering the very best crossdressing content, just as I always have. Now, I have to hide the cooking sherry. I can see Auntie Kittie coming up the drive, and if I donât sheâll be here all night.
I have an affinity to beautiful birds. I like that the males have such extravagant plumage. And yet there is more that draws me to them.
Consider this. The cage, for most of us a symbol of constrained freedom, for birds is something more. I have opened the door of a cage and watched as they escape and find freedom. Can you imagine that moment, a loved pet fleeing to freedom through the opened cage door. A moment of panic, and then they are gone through an open window. All that fondness and happy memories gone in a flutter of wings.
And two hours later, as I look at the cage, there he is once more. Silently returning to his captivity. A warm sensation of relief in my tummy. Yet, itâs more than relief. Itâs a sense of rewarded trust, for I left that door open quite willingly.
I trusted. And arenât all good relationships based on trust?
Well, this is a story of trust. I think you will enjoy it. Perhaps so much so that you will play along with me. I will ask you to make this an interactive story.
Thatâs right, you can join in. I wonder if you dare. Well, thereâs the opportunity for me to trust you⊠Letâs see how you do. Are you ready to play? I hope youâll feel inclined to use the comments section in this post to let me know.
Mistress Katia Thornwood.
The Lovers â By Katia Thornwood.
Those of you who have been following me for a while know about Paulo, the sentimental poet, who got a little too lost in the compelling world of his Mistress. I am, as you know, all about balancing extremes, and so you can imagine my delight when the sorry little fellow finally got himself a girlfriend – Fern. An actual woman.
And it wasnât his usual thing. Worshiping some completely unattainable woman from afar, and languishing in his own pathetically amusing pain. Such a typical poet. Itâs a pity he has so much of the poetâs nature and so little of the poetâs talent. Not to worry though, his role is to suffer. Regardless, Fern is a real flesh and blood woman.
Katia’s interests are many and varied. She has something special lined up for Christmas.
I am so pleased to thank all my lovely Seahorse members for their recent kind wishes to Stacey, who has been unwell with Covid. She is now recovering and will be back on her feet soon. In the meantime I can tell you some exciting news.
Katia Thornwood has a new series about to be released for all my members. Now, as you probably know Katia generally writes just for our treasured Seahorse members â those naughty boys and gurls who so desperately need a little extra discipline. However, in line with the Christmas season, sheâs asked me to put this new series out to all my Patreon members. Her generosity knows no bounds (particularly when I am paying her wages).
Katia is keen on her tropical birds. She has been known to stroke a large cockatoo from time to time.
Those of you who know Katia will realise she is quite a strict disciplinarian. She longs for the days of the past when the kindly local policeman, that everybody on the street knows, would give a recalcitrant teenager a clip round the ear as they were hauled off to the gallows. Now, of course, she applies a more impacting version of discipline all of her own. Her new series is called The Lovers and will enthrall all who read it.
What few people know is that Katia is also very keen on her tropical birds. She loves parrots and conures, and has been know to stroke a large cockatoo from time to time as well. Anyway, I know youâll enjoy the upcoming series, The Lovers. If you’re not already a member just join as a Seahorse member for December at just $10 for the month to enjoy this great collection. What better way is there to make Christmas special?
I will be spending a little more time online this month, so if you’d like to check in with me just go to the site and you might find me there chatting through the site chat system. I love to connect with my gurls.
First of all, I feel I should address a matter of concern to many of my members. Angela in Arkansas asks, âIs it possible that White House spokesperson Sean Spicer and Sarah Huckabee Sanders are the same person? I have never seen them appear on camera together.â
I am so glad you asked me that. Naturally I am a keen commentator on political matters – my views being held in very high regard in some circles. I have several sources close to this matter and letâs just say that youâll be seeing a lot less of âSeanâ in the coming months. I protect the confidentiality of my members very diligently as you know, so I am precluded from saying more. Suffice to say that Sean may be accepting himself as he is, and creating himself as he wishes. I can neither confirm or deny whether he is a member of my programs.
This weekend I have organised a barbeque for my friends. Sadly, my wife is travelling, leaving me to entertain myself. As I slipped into a new bikini and tiny pink skirt today, I found myself considering how very lucky I am.
I have such an eccclectic group of friends. Sylvester with his unusual tattoos and enormous chopper. Bernard, my photographer always wanting to expose himself. Sebastian, my personal trainer, who incidentally has just taken up pole vault. I very unusual choice of sport.
And of course, who could forget Max and Ali – still rummaging about in the arboretum looking for his hoe. This weekend I am also playing host to Katia Thornwood and Julie, whoâs been hard at work (literally) stimulating new male members.
Perhaps I should explain that. We had a special promotion last week, for fatherâs day. This resulted in some wonderful new men joining my Little Black Book as admirers. I am thrilled to see the list of members growing and firming up all the time.
I said to Julie just the other day, âJulie, you need to take the members in hand, firm them up and make them grow!â Sheâs been breathlessly applying herself.
As my friends started to arrive for the barbecue and Sylvester busied himself at the grill, I joined the boys in conversation.
“But, Sebastian, darling! Why pole vaulting. It seems so… I don’t know, suggestive.”
“Not at all!” He insisted, turning his sausage on the grill. “Personally, I think it shows great self coonfidencel”
“Well, if you say so,” I said. “Mind you, it’s all a little dangerous, if you ask me. Plunging your great pole in a slot and getting up like that. It reeks of over compensation!”
“Its all about keeping it stiff,” said Sylvester, ever helpfull
Sebastian glanced at him, doubtfully.
“We’ve got pills for that,” chimed in Ali, from where he was showing Max the difference between a Chrysanthemum and Chlamydia.
Ali has been doing rather well with his English classes. One would never guess he arrived from Syria just six months ago.
“Sebastian ,” he called over toward the grill. “You’re obviously overcompensating, my young friend. I have some friends who can help you with that.”
I sometimes wonder what they teach him at that English class. Nonetheless, his integration seems to be coming along nicely.
Iâm watching as Max tries to engage Katia in polite conversation. Now that really is the lamb attempting to lie down with the lion. I think I should go and interpose myself between them before Max ends up being served up on a skewer.
For those of you who donât know Katia, she is a somewhat stern woman. Statuesque and beautiful, but very commanding. Her wonderful travelogue is being published on my website at http://FionaDobson.com in episodes â look for The Travelogue Of Katia Thornwood. Youâll be hearing more from her. Suffice to say that her holiday entertainments went far beyond looking at temples in Cambodia.
I hope you have a lively weekend and enjoy the summer weather. By the way, as I mentioned, we’ve had an influx of male  members (phrasing) in My Little Black Book. Now’s a great time to join, if you’re not already a member.
We have a major expansion of our website underway. My objective is that there should be something new almost daily for you to check into and occupy yourself with. Check it out and come back whenever you feel a little femme. You’ll love what I’m doing!
😊
Fiona
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