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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 Program. Mistress 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
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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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
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I sat in the ships dark store room space with my head in my hands. The dull throb of the engine filled the air and became the background music of the dark drama playing out before me. Here I was, shunned by Devina, on a cargo vessel moving through the dark night, on a black river headed who knows where.
Good morning, and a Merry Christmas! I am so pleased to have my members to share this chilly Christmas day with. Many of us are not with family today because of Covid, and I am no exception. Here in Vancouver we are allowed just one other household with us this year, and I am fortunate enough to have Sebastian and his sister, Rainbow, over to enjoy the turkey I am just putting into the oven.
For those of you alone this Christmas remember there’s loads to keep you entertained on my site. You can find a lot of Christmas content HERE.
I was just mulling over the wines… No, that’s not what I mean. I was trying to decide which vintage to serve with the turkey, when the snow started falling in Huckleberry Close, as Sebastian and Rainbow appeared at my front door.
“I’m so pleased to see you,” I said as I took their snow speckled coats and ushered them into my kitchen.
“I won’t be going anywhere today,” I said looking out at the snow. “Besides my car has been giving me some trouble.”
“What on earth happened,” asked Sebastian as took the warm cup of cocoa I pressed into his hand.
“I stalled on the bridge,” I replied. “I got lucky though and a passing tow truck driver pulled me off.”
“Well, that does sound like a Christmas eve treat. Being pulled off by a tow truck driver,” said Sebastian.
“It’s not as much fun as you might think,” I responded. “My car’s at Sylvester’s. He’s hoping to get it back to me tomorrow.”
“Well, not to worry,” said Rainbow, placing a small gift on the kitchen table.
“Oh, Rainbow! I thought we weren’t doing gifts this year?” I replied looking at the carefully wrapped package.
“It’s just a little something,” she replied.
I should point out that Rainbow and Sebastian have not had an easy time of it through Covid. Teaching yoga when people are not able to get together in groups is a tough situation for poor Rainbow and she even had to sell the gold watch she got from her grandfather on his deathbed. Apparently it wasn’t easy. He put up a hell of a fight.
Yesterday I took some treats down to the local SPCA Animal Rescue Centre. I like to support them at this time of year. It’s shocking how many people still give pets as gifts and they show up at SPCA a few days after Christmas, so I like to support their work. I take food for the animals and a few treats for the staff. They always seem to appreciate it. They are all so cramped I their tiny office, huddled around the coffee. You can hardly swing a cat in there.
I had better get this turkey in the oven. I understand Sylvester may swing by in a little while. He can’t come in, with the guidelines we have in place, but that won’t stop him coming by and using my rear entrance and then having a glass of eggnog in the garden. It’s a little chilly, but… Oh – that’s not quite what I meant! ! I should consider myself lucky he’s not out somewhere hunting down a red nosed reindeer. Well, it’s is the season!
Have a lovely Christmas, and be sure to check out some of my programs if you’re not already in them. And try to remember, too many candy canes will make you sick. Being on antibiotics over New Year is no fun. You know what I’m saying. Oh, and by the way, Clothes Maketh The Man #51 will be out today.
Merry Christmas,
Fiona
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I don’t know how I’m going to squeeze it all in! All the shopping, parties, family events, and looking after so many members! Well, perhaps I should take my own advice and lubricate things with a little help from Amazon.
Here’s a few great Christmas ideas. I must say my idea of a wonderful Christmas would be for Amanda, my wife’s appalling friend, to emigrate to Molvania – though I doubt it’s likely to happen any time soon. And let’s face it, Pig And Pig Farmer would be unlikely to find another editor of her enormous caliber.
Enjoy my Christmas list and add some ideas of your own in the comments section. FD
| Who | What |
|---|---|
| Sylvester, My mechanic just loves messing around in his workshop. If it’s not covered in oil and slippery to the touch, it’s just not his thing! Here’s a few ideas. | |
| Sebastian. My personal trainer is a health nut. He’s all about vegetables, getting sweaty on the mat and working up a sweat. I hate to disappoint him. He’s going to love these yoga accessories. | |
| Ali. Ali is often a dirty boy in my garden. He’s a wonderful gardener, but being a Syrian refugee is still getting things together here. I’m always happy to lend a hand. | |
| Bernard. He’s a wonderful photographer and a great artist. He loves to travel with me on shoots and assignments for the advertising agency. Plenty of good ideas here. I had thought of giving him a carrot, in view of recent events but it seemed a little unkind. | |
| Julie: She’s hard at it with our Admirer members. Always very diligent and communicative, I thought a nice little piece of technology would help her out. | |
| Katia. Buying for Katia is easy. She love anything lacy and sexy – though leans toward leather and studded. | |
| Amanda: My wife’s appalling friend would do well to have a walking tour of Molvania. Taking in the oldest operating nuclear facility in eastern Europe, and meeting interesting people who have never visited a dentist sounds right up her street. | |
| Everyone else! I never like to be caught off guard and find I’ve forgotten about a friends gift. With this in mind I always have a few Amazon Gift Cards about the place. Being able to pull one out and hand it to a surprise guest leaves me looking particularly generous and them feeling totally embarrassed at forgetting to bring a gift! |
I’ve been having some dreadful trouble with my colon lately. Now, I know what you’re thinking, but ever since Max changed some of the settings on my computer keyboard I just keep getting a problem with it! I think he reset the layout to the French keyboard!
In the cold wintery weather we’re having I’m going to remind all my girls the importance of moisturizing your skin. Using a nice aloe cream helps, and you can find them at any pharmacy or health food store. It keeps you looking fresh and really helps your skin. You can also find some here.
I am busily chatting with a few of the suppliers who sometimes give some great discounts to my members. It’s always nice to nail down an agreement with a company that provides great clothes and makeup for my members. Be sure to check out my shopping list here.
I can see Ali working on my bush, in the garden – he’s saying something about that not being the only thing that going to get nailed. Ali’s English is very selectively intermittent.
Now, if you’re not already a member I suggest you do join up soon, whether you choose to as a Good Gurl, for just $1 a month, or one of the more extensive programs.
Oh, I have to go now… I can see Auntie Kittie heading up the drive, I’d better hide the sherry!
Have a lovely week and be sure to let me know how you’re getting on.
Ciao.
Fiona
Here are a few Christmas ideas.
The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me… from Fiona Dobson on Vimeo.
It’s Christmas in Vancouver, and we’re enjoying some of the great local drag performers. These clips come from some of my members and friends who have been at The Junction ( http://www.junctionpub.com/ ) and The Fountainhead pub ( https://thefountainheadpub.com/ ), two of the top locations on Davie Street, Vancouver.
I do not know the names of all the performers, however if you are familiar with them, please mention them in the comments as they all do such amazing work and have been so creative as we’ve gone through the Covid pandemic.
I should also give a shout out to both Byron at The Junction and Astrid at The Fountainhead for their contribution. Vancouver wouldn’t be Vancouver without them.
If you’re visiting Vancouver, make a point of dropping into The Junction and Fountainhead Pub on Davie Street. You won’t regret it.
Fiona.
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I felt the heat of the head of Dwayne’s dick pressing against the slippery wetness of my buttocks. Devina had covered me in so much lube, it would be impossible to squirm away. With her sitting on my neck, while I could have put up a fight, I found myself shocked into total submission.
“Wait,” I gasped, and once more I felt the stinging slap of Devina’s hard palm on my back. God she was strong!
For a moment I caught sight of myself reflected in the plate glass windows of my balcony. There I was, kneeling, Devina astride my shoulders, and Dwayne. My god, he was a big man.
I could see the black skirt hitched up, the nylons, and my pathetic body, knees wide apart, wiggling and trying to resist. Dwayne sniggered and I suddenly felt his strong hands on my hips.
I know I, and the many other daydream believers out there you brought so much joy to, will miss you. Let’s make a point today to remember those that leave this world a slightly better place for their presence.
I could hear voices in my living room. There was a little light laughter and I could tell that Devina and her guest were making themselves comfortable.
I found myself flushed and felt my heart racing. I ran the tap and put my wrists under it, the cool water calming me. As I looked in the mirror I could barely recognise the face that looked back. Devina had done a masterful job on my makeup.
The suspender belt around my waist felt firm, the nylons wonderful and the material of the short skirt felt good against my legs. I wore some black panties, full, and enclosing my carefully hidden cock.
Again, the laughter, and then Devina calling, “Andrea, come along. Don’t be shy dear…”
I felt my heart pounding. The collar was tight on my neck, but I didn’t want to loosen it. In a strange way it felt reassuring.
When Ali, my gardener, came in to my kitchen and announced that my next door neighbour, Marjorie, had old man’s beard in her bush I was most concerned.
“But Ali, you realise Marjorie is in a relationship with Amanda, don’t you?”
“It’s the same every year,” he said in frustration. “She doesn’t take care of her bush at all. And with this rain… It’s so moist. If she’s not careful it will get into our garden.”
“Well now,” I said feeling a little awkward and not quite sure where to look. “How very disturbing,” I said.
It’s so very easy to have misunderstandings when your gardener has an understanding of English that’s less than perfect. In fact, this very morning after I had pulled on some stockings and a lovely little kilt, I found myself answering one of the many emails I get to clear up a rather disturbing misunderstanding. Having advised one of my members, Mildred from Colorado Springs, on some issues she was having with training her new puppy she reached out to me feeling most distressed.
As you probably know I am a font of assistance to my members. I had, as I remember, suggested that to help her acclimatize the puppy to it’s new surroundings she should take the animal into each of the rooms in it’s new home in turn, and then put it down on some old newspaper. Well, you’d think those instructions were impossible to misinterpret. Apparently I was mistaken.
I really do make every effort to help my lovely members. And of course, that unusual group, my Seahorses, enjoy the attention of Mistress Meg, who has been busy uploading some new content to the site. If you’re a Seahorse member you may already be enjoying the excitement of The Stories Your Mother Never Told You. When one of Mistress Meg’s clients asks her to look after a journal written years ago by his mother she agrees to do so, on condition she can read the content. As she learns of his mother’s lascivious behaviour what can she possibly do, but read the content to her client, while he is bound and made to listen.
These disturbing accounts are perfect for my delightful Seahorse members. You can learn about Valerie and her friends in this 1950’s story that draws back the curtain on a decade of naughtiness. If you’re not already a Seahorse member you might want to join this special group in the run up to Christmas.
If you’re looking for ideas for a treat why not check out my Shopping list. There’s always ideas for a few fun things to get yourself there. And don’t forget, if you’re not already in one of my programs they’re a wonderful way to enjoy yourself over the holiday season.
Have a great week.
Fiona.
Faced with the threat of blackmail and exposure, reluctant crossdresser Andy is forced to confront his conflicting desires. On the one hand, playing along with Devina’s filthy plan would be dangerous and could make things worse, but on the other his curiosity and secret wish to take things further was growing with every passing moment.
“I suppose I could…” I found myself saying.
“Of course you can. Now, let’s get you ready, shall we?” said Devina.
I don’t know what came over me. I suddenly not only wanted to see what might happen, I actually found myself craving the thought of being there, for some random man. He would doubtless take me, probably violently and use me like some kind of, well, tramp. And the thought excited me.
I tried to stop myself, “Devina, how could you do such unspeakable things to me,” I stammered. “And now this?”
I stood staring at the computer screen. I felt my heart pounding and I was short of breath. How could it be?
How had Devina got me dressed – so passable – and photographed me blowing a guy? Why was it I had no memory of it, and most of all, why did I look like I was enjoying it so thoroughly?
The ‘how’ of the situation was perplexing, but other questions flooded my mind. What else had I done? Why did I have no memory of the events?
I took my mind back to that thoroughly perplexing trip to San Francisco. When I thought about the way my body had ached as I flew home, things started to add up. My jaw, almost as though it had been forced open. My legs, not to mention the whole shaving thing.
The next couple of weeks past without incident. I will admit that when I did have a quiet jerk, I found myself slipping into panties and enjoying the sensation. Really, what harm could there be in such a discrete and private game.
I also found myself from time to time gazing longingly at a woman on the bus, or in the queue at the store and thinking, ‘I could wear that differently… Why doesn’t she…” But each time I would catch myself and I’d pull myself back to the here and now.