What a surprise Lenni and Jules had when they fell over these strapping curling team members earlier today. As you likely know our Vancouver members are often getting into trouble in one form or another.
“I just came down here hoping to score,” said Lenni, a keen athlete, in her own way. “I love to help out the team. Keeping score is just one small way I can provide a supportive hand.”
Jules spotted the team name and couldn’t resist. The team plays at The Hillcrest Centre, an Olympic venue in Vancouver.
“I was impressed by their strength, and the length of the shaft,” said Jules, admiring one of the brooms.
I pulled into the evening gridlock, the smell of Devina still in my head.Ā The way sheād towered above me, so controlled, her big eyes inspecting me had left me feeling both more unsettled about her motives and yet compelled by the undeniable feelings growing within me.
I couldnāt help but feel desire for Devina. The woman who
was the architect of my own destruction and this unchained slavery which she
had so skillfully imposed upon me. I
knew that, despite her releasing me from the abominable chastity device, after
I had done as she had told me, I would return and lock myself up as she had
instructed.
I would drive to Mandy, my girlfriend. There I would, as
Devina had instructed me, ādo my dutyā by Mandy and then I would return. Like a
slave returning to their master. And I would be grateful.
Now, for those of you who have experienced neither chastity
nor the powerful draw of a dominant partner this may all seem rather strange.
However, thereās no doubt there is a peculiar motivation that forces us to do
things that seem counter intuitive to the uninitiated. It has to be said
though, the wife who returns to the husband that abuses her, the person that
day after day goes to a job they despise, these are equally baffling, though psychologists
will offer plausible explanations. Yet here I found myself, consciously
considering that I was so firmly bound by these chains of desire that I had
absolutely no choice but to do as Devina instructed. Could this be something like a case of
Stockholm syndrome?
The image of Devina, tall and strong toying with me came
back to my mind. It was intoxicating. Her laugh, her power and her control. I
find it confusing and yet compelling. I wanted to obey.
The traffic was static.
My instructions were clear. Go and satisfy Mandy. How Devina knew this what
was needed I did not know, nor did I much care. My instructions were
clear. I tapped out a text message in
the frozen traffic and told Mandy I would be there as soon as traffic allowed.
I guessed this would come as a surprise to her, but a reply came moments later.
I get a lot of correspondence on my email and through the various chat channels, as well as Twitter. Now, without betraying any confidences here, and understanding that some of my lovely members are in positions of power that make their identities a matter of some delicacy, I will recount one such conversation I had today.
“Fiona, I get so tired of making decisions every day, I just would love for someone to make them for me. Sometimes, I just feel the whole world is against me.”
Iāve always loved photography. From the early days, when I worked for a local wedding photographer, to more recent years working in an advertising agency, Iāve never been far from a lens and shutter. And now as a crossdresser with a love of photography I am very happy to bring a few tips and tricks, suggestions and stories, that you may find of value. If you enjoy them be sure to comment and share them.
As Bernard unloaded the car, and I sat beside it on one of his large trunks full of gear while drinking a mimosa, I smiled at him and said, āGoodness, Bernard! I had no idea your equipment was so very large!ā
I lifted my phone, made sure the bright sunshine was bouncing off my upturned cheeks, beamed at the screen and took a quick selfie. A moment later it was shared on my Snapchat to my children and shared it to Instagram.
āItās not getting any easier to haul about the place with age,ā said Bernard. āMy backā¦ā he groaned as he moved another heavy case.
I poured a little more Champagne into my glass, and lay back on the trunk.
āYou really should take it easy, Bernard,ā I said. āDidnāt you have heart surgery recently?ā
āOh, yes,ā he groaned. āIām recovering. Slowly.ā
Some great pics from our team in Vancouver. What a wonderful Pride we had! I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends at Pride in Vancouver, and that they were able to bring back such lovely pics for this special day.
As you know I move in some pretty elevated circles at times. I knew our Prime Minister was in town and as soon as Justin recognised me he waved, and then mouthed ‘Call me!”. So cute!
I have a short tale to tell you that probably will go down
as one of my less stellar moments in my career in advertising. Because of some of the people concerned you
will understand that I have to be a little vague on some of the names. Needless to say, the primary protagonist in
this little adventure was none other than one who shares their name with a
certain occupant of the White House.
“You must be very proud,” I said.
Well, I had no idea at the time, of course, only aware that one
of the charities that we work with at the advertising agency wanted me to
organise Bernard (my photographer) to come to one of their locations for a
photo opportunity that I was informed could be very valuable in the fund
raising campaigns that we typically manage in the fall.
As a result Bernard and I took the flight from Montreal to Vancouver, and then north to the Yukon, where a local company flew us on to a remote hunting lodge. Now, hereās the back story. Apparently some hunter from the US had decided they want to shoot one of our bears. Itās not that we are short of bears, but the area of incredible beauty that this particular āsportsmanā wanted to hunt in is designated as a national park. Now, we take these things rather seriously in Canada. Thereās meant to be no hunting of certain species in the national park, however I was informed that a large donation would be made to the conservancy were this particular hunter allowed access, and a special dispensation had been granted.
Andy discovers a little more about what happened to him the previous night. Whatever self respect he had left is swiftly evaporating. Episode 35 of Clothes Maketh The Man is now available on Patreon – https://www.patreon.com/posts/28578309
Sit down and enjoy the latest episode of Clothes Maketh The Man. Think of a nice warm fire on the beach, the waves, the soft sea breeze, and the gentle smell of the last of Andy’s self respect disappearing in a puff of smoke.
As you likely know the advertising agency which I work for has some diverse and interesting accounts.Ā One of the most interesting is the local wildlife park. Just this morning I was out there, wearing what I think was a rather fetching safari suit, with a zebra print blouse, and safari boots.Ā I do so love the look.
You can see some of my favorite choices on my Pinterest – https://www.pinterest.ca/fionadobson22/
The wildlife park is quite forward thinking, and thereās
always something exciting going on. A
recent addition to the park is a polar bear, unfortunately this is one thatās
been displaced due to loss of northern ice floes, the polar bears natural
habitat, caused by climate change. This
800 lbs creature is truly magnificent and is in a very well thought out
enclosure. You can also see an
additional recently added attraction of delightful baby seals, as long as you
arrive before lunch.
Bernard my photographer and I were down at the park
attending a marketing meeting during which we were helping identify some
talking points for their fall marketing campaign. Whilst there a rather unusual
incident occurred. Montreal is a hotbed of alternative lifestyles and spiritual
practices. Today an absent minded keeper from the wildlife park took an orangutan
to be treated for some mild stress issues to an acupuncture clinic, but by
mistake went next door into the voodoo temple. When the needles were plunged into
the orangutanās flabby orange backside 400 miles away Donald Trump collapsed
clutching his face.
Bernard ended up with some wonderful images, and will be
busy editing them all weekend. In the meantime heās been helping me with A Guide
To Selfies For Crossdressers. Hopefully I will get that out to you this week.
Watch out for it on the site or on Patreon.
Hanging upside down hooded in some kind of arena, in front
of an audience of unknown size I found I had a moment to reflect on the
misfortunes of the last few days. As I did so I noticed the crowd fell silent,
and only soft footsteps came to my awareness.
I tried to look round in the direction of the footsteps, and as I did so I heard a gasp go up from the audience. What was that? Something surprisingā¦ something revealed? I struggled to throw off the hood but it was no good, and I heard laughter coming from the audience.
I was sitting in my kitchen this morning with Bernard, my
photographer, going through some proofs from the advertising agency that I work
for, when Bernard started lamenting the decline in the business of photography.
As an advertising agency photographer he remains in demand, but beyond the work
at the agency he sees work falling off quite substantially.
āItās no good,ā he said. āThese days everyoneās a
photographer and no one is interested in having enlargements done.ā
āWell, I wouldnāt say that,ā I interjected. āI can think of a number of friends that need enlargement.ā
Getting a great selfie is a wonderful excuse to try a variety of different looks and explore what works best for you.
āI mean, all they want to do is put it their pictures on Instagram. Hardly anyone prints pictures anymore,ā he said.
āBut so many more people are enjoying photography,ā I said. āItās
so much more accessible now.ā
āWell, yes. But where
does that leave me,ā he asked.
āYes, I see your point.ā I said.
It took my mind back to those summer days several years ago
when weād do so many fashion shoots in the park for the agency. I can still hear
Bernardās voice in my memory as I would slip into a different outfit, and heād
shoot me on his long lens.
āNo,ā heād shout from the distance as weād cycle through
various looks. āJacket off! Jacket off!āā
āIām sorry?ā Iād shout back.
āTake your jacket off!ā
āOh,ā Iād reply and remove the jacket and weād do a load
more pics.
Such memories. As crossdressers we have a great opportunity to
take great pictures using ourselves as the subject. In the quest to āaccept yourself
as you are and create yourself as you desireā getting great images of yourself
is a great exercise. It does take a little effort, but what a wonderful way to
enjoy your crossdressing.
But all of this puts me in mind of the skills needed to do a decent selfie. Bernard and I will be posting a few things on the site and on Patreon to help you get the perfect selfie over the coming weeks. Be sure to register (itās free) to avoid missing these. In the meantime enjoy this wonderful video from our favorite singer, Boggie. If youāve not heard her before, have an open mind and watch her video.
I stepped out of my office and jumped on my bicycle, having pushed the package that had been delivered to my desk into my back pack. My pink cycle helmet matched my pale pink tee shirt and as I pulled into the afternoon traffic in the spring sunshine.
I find cycling the best way to get around the city.
I would say I was hardly looking my best in a pair of jeans and runners in the Montreal spring sunshine. I usually like to bring at least some femininity to my look, even when just cycling through the traffic on my way back to Huckleberry Close.
Just then, between the slow moving vehicles and the pedestrians hurrying to their buses I caught sight of Robin, who Iāve recently found very attractive and certainly seems what I could best describe as āan exciting diversionā. Doubtless they were on their way up to the coffee shop on the corner, where Iāve often seen them hang out. If I were to hurry, just a littleā¦
I opened up my back pack and rummaged around finding some makeup. What a shame I had barely any clothes in my pack that might add to my gurly look. I took a moment or two to work with the makeup, and once satisfied looked to my clothes.
Just then I remembered the package Iād received from Maureen at Glamour Boutique. I opened it and was thrilled to find a wonderful pair of patent black ankle boots. The heels were sensual and long, and the shiny black surfaces almost liquid black. They were both elegant and slutty at the same time. Exactly what I needed.
How to turn from bland clothing to power crossdresser in just a few moments? I rolled my jeans up a few turns, pulled a strappy belt from my pack, untucked my tee shirt and fastened the belt around my waist. I then stepped into the languid new black boots, feeling how comfortable the fit was. I am a size 10 male ā or 12 femme ā and they fit perfectly. I fastened the laces nice and firmly and felt the stiletto heels securely supporting me. No tottering too and fro today!
Looking at myself in the mirror I was quite satisfied that I combined that blend of sporty sophistication while retaining a sense of being vaguely accessible. āYes,ā I thought, āRobin will like this!ā
I turned around and checked the back view. These boots were helping my posture in just the way I like with a heeled boot. My bum was just right, being both round but lifted nicely by the way the heels worked with my physique. I was going to love these boots!
āRobin,ā I said happily. āWhat an unexpected surprise!ā
āOh, Fiona,ā they said. āYou look stunning.ā
I watched their eyes slide down my body and check me out. How indiscreet of them, I though. Delightful.
āOh, Robin,ā I said trying to be bashful. āItās nothing. Iām just cycling home, and happened to stop in here. Now, I wonder if I can press you to some banana loaf. You do like banana, donāt you?ā
