Jensen And The Lady Of The Manor – Part 1.
When Jensen finds he’s been made redundant by the company he’s given twenty years service, he decides to turn to a life of crime. Unfortunately his latest victim has other ideas.
Enjoy the first story in this new series.
You can find all the Jensen stories HERE.
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I’m cutting off my member!
Now, you likely know that Max, my neighbours son, looks after the technology here at the enormous corporate entity that is FionaDobson.com. Max is a sweet boy, and Marjory is rightly very proud of him.
I was sitting in my kitchen just the other morning glancing through the list of new people who have recently joined my patreon, and looking back at some old data. It’s quite normal for someone to have joined the website in 2016, stayed around a while, and then unsubscribed. They then pop up in a mailing list two or three years later. And then sometime later they show up on Patreon. It builds a fascinating picture.
Looking at some of the oldest email addresses, I can see that some have bounced or haven’t opened an email in a year or two.
“We should probably clean up these old email addresses,” I said to Max, as he stared at his screen.
“But what about the members that go in and out, and then in again?” replied Max.
“I am sure many of my members go in and out frequently,” I replied.
“They seem to,” said Max, absorbed in the data and oblivious to the double entendre.
“Some people are just not quite sure if this is for them,” I replied. “And others have yet to accept it as a part of themselves. It takes them a little while to realise it’s not going away anytime soon.”
“Well, perhaps we should just archive the ones who have been idle for six months,” said Max.
“I think when people are going through cycles it can be a little longer than that. Perhaps if they’ve not been opening email for more than a year. That might be a good idea,” agreed Max.
“OK, one year and then we cut them off!” I said. It seems a reasonable approach.
These things may seem a little mundane, however there are some serious sides to this. For example, I am currently considering cutting off Facebook completely. There’s no question they’ve moved forward some anti trans policies of late, and should we be surprised if Zuck were to share that kind of data with people who don’t have our best interests at heart. After all, they share data in the name of marketing, why wouldn’t they just hand over data on people who have an interest in trans issues, if asked by – oh, I don’t know – some fat bastard in Washington, for example.
I think you can see where this is going. I don’t want to make that easier. So, I am consolidating a lot of our data. I will be concentrating on keeping the website and our Patreon presence secure. I will also retain our Mastodon ( https://mastodon.online/@FionaDobson ) and Bluesky ( https://bsky.app/profile/fionadobsontrans.bsky.social ) presences, but in most other cases I will likely close the accounts, to prevent them becoming targets for bad actors.
Now, any of you who are aware of online marketing etc. will know this is going to mean a financial hit for me. FB has been a major funnel into my site and Patreon. With this in mind I am appealing to those of you who do value what I do to join my Patreon and continue your support for me in that direction. You can join for as little as $1 a month. I have always believed I would rather have a couple of thousand supporters who are committed than 250,000 followers who are not. By the way, our membership peaked in 2017 at 250,000.
So, as we settle into the new reality of the rapist in the Whitehouse, let’s quickly just remind ourselves of some basics. Firstly, the gross man baby is likely only in for four years, after two years he will likely loose Congress, and be the lame duck he looks so much like. Next, he talks a lot but actually achieves very little. Interestingly, as much as many of the policies he talks about are financially likely to be a disaster, the stock market is soaring. What this means is that most realise he either cannot implement many of the policies, or they think he’s bluffing, as usual. An example is the idea of sticking tariffs on Canadian imports. Well, good luck rebuilding the houses in LA without Canadian softwood. They use it in the timber framing for most of those structures. Sure you could use US timber, and if you plant the type you need today it should be ready in about thirty years.
So, you can see some of those policies are just not going to happen. Sure, we have a couple of uncomfortable years. We will endure those and we will do so as we’ve endured prejudice and bigotry before. We will do it with grace and kindness to those who oppress us, as we always have. And we will come through it. Simply signing an executive order will not erase us. We are here and we are here to stay.
Please be aware that media coverage in the US is changing quite substantially as anti-trans sentiment is stoked. It can become very hard to remain informed without independent news stories. If you have any doubt about this, check a US news source against any of those below. It’s quite startling. You can always find reasonably independent coverage (leaning neither left nor right) at the following new sources:
Keep checking the site and my Patreon for updates. If you have genuine concerns for your safety email me at fdobson@zoho.com
Have a great week,
Fiona.
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According to the government, I officially no longer exist.
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Have you read Julie’s story?
What a delightful and unusual girl Julie really is. Working away here to help my members, she looks after the nuts and bolts of things. Meanwhile she has a fascinating story of her own called The Sweet Stench Of Revenge.
Be sure to check it out.
🙂
Fiona
Become a member!Two genders?
It’s time to get a little more comfortable.
You can start your journey here. My Premium Program is going to help you feel delicious. You can also find my hypnosis files HERE. Many of these are free. Enjoy them.
Become a Patron!I was thinking about going to the inauguration, but I have a hair appointment.
“That’s a nasty gash you’ve got there,” I said to Amanda, as she was bending over.
“Yes,” she said, turning from the flower bed she was weeding. “I caught my finger on that rose bush.”
“Perhaps you should come into the kitchen, I can put some ointment on it,” I replied. As you know, I am really quite compassionate, even with my wife’s dreadful friend, Amanda.
Amanda hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing in consideration, but then she nodded and followed me into the house. The kitchen, with its warm, golden light filtering through the curtains, offered a comforting sanctuary from the sharp thorns and relentless sun outside.
I rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found the ointment, along with a clean bandage. Amanda sat down at the table, cradling her injured finger gingerly. I couldn’t help but notice the way her face softened in the light, revealing a vulnerability rarely seen behind her usual abrasive demeanor.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.
“It’s no trouble,” I replied, carefully applying the ointment and wrapping the bandage around her finger. “You’ll need to be more careful around those rose bushes. They’re beautiful, but they can be quite treacherous.”
Amanda gave a small, rueful smile. “I suppose that’s true of many things.”
“It’s remarkable what modern medicine can achieve,” I said. “Take that rapist soon to take up residence in the Whitehouse. They cured his bone spurs magically shortly after Vietnam war conscription ended. And soon he’ll be the commander of American forces. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Amanda looked at me skeptically. I must admit, I was thinking about attending the inauguration. When my invitation arrived in the mail I thought seriously about it, however I have a hair appointment that day. I rarely mention this, but I am also a little sensitive to odors and I had heard that Elon Musk was attending, so I should have opted out. Instead, I put my invitation on Craigslist, but no one has come forward for it.
Interestingly, Epiphany (Rainbow’s girlfriend) has managed to get herself a job in the new administration. She’ll even be working in the Whitehouse. For someone who I thought was basically unemployable I thought this a little surprising, however after seeing her credentials it turns out that if anything, she was over qualified.
Not to worry. By the way, as you may know I do have a support group running for any of my members who are concerned about the incoming rapist. It’s a nice group and they are quite talkative. If you feel in need of a little support come along and join the free service. If you feel you’d like to contribute to this support group please feel free to jump in.
If you’d like to support my efforts here feel free to join my Patreon, for as little as a dollar a month. You can join here.
Have a lovely week,
Fiona.
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.
Continue reading “Rainbow whips out her crackers.”The Pastor Comes To Tea – Mistress Meg.
I looked at the young pastor and offered him another cup of tea. He sat in my room with a look of hopeful expectation.
“I would love to contribute to your fund, and I must say that, in principle I am of course an avid supporter of anything that helps disadvantaged inner youth,” and with that I paused and leaned a little closer, my cleavage spilling into his eyeline.
I continued, “But, I wonder, Pastor. What can you do for me?”
The young man looked a little surprised, then replied, “Naturally, I’d like to help my benefactor in any way I can.” I couldn’t help noticing the struggle he was having averting his eyes from my breasts.
I smiled at him, placed my hand on his knee, at which he nearly jumped out of his skin, and then I said, “Don’t worry, I’m sure there will come a day when you can do some sort of service for me.”
“Y,yes… Of course. I’ll be happy to…”
“Good! And that day is today!” I replied quickly.
Continue reading “The Pastor Comes To Tea – Mistress Meg.”Canadians Tell Trump “F**K OFF”!
We must never forget Nex Benedict.
Nex was a non-binary girl whose death was the result of anti-LGBTQ policies in Benedict’s home state of Oklahoma. Today would have been her birthday.
At the time of their death my members and I were outraged. No charges have been laid. You can read about her here – https://fionadobson.com/owasso-police-department-fail-to-safeguard-children/
A comprehensive article about Nex can be found here: https://www.cbc.ca/news/world/nex-benedict-death-explainer-1.7156530
Below is a picture of the coward who failed to investigate her death, Police Chief Yancey.
Wondering where the police were during this incident? Yes, so is everyone else. You can call the Owasso Police Department at 918-272-2244 to ask them. Here’s their website – https://www.cityofowasso.com/161/Police-Department
What’s in a ‘femme’ name.
When chatting online I often ask my CD members and friends what their femme name is. Most of us have one and as we develop this side of our personality we learn to treasure it. After all it is something we have given ourselves.
One of the reasons it’s important is that it gives us something on which to hang all the complexities of the identity we’ve chosen. It gives ‘her’ personality. When we are first called our femme name it gives us a thrill, and each subsequent time it’s used it subtly nails home this part of ourself. It’s a continual reinforcement of who we are.
Each email, each time a friend online and each time someone in our daily lives use this name we are further confirmed as who we really are. This is true whether you are just dressing now and then in private or out and working toward transition. In either case it’s an important part of us. For this reason I encourage all my members to select and use a positive name and give themselves to it.
I’ve even got a great hypnosis file to help reinforce the name. You can find it here – – https://fionadobson.com/your-feminine-identity-self-hypnosis/ – I suggest you use this self hypnosis file even if you’ve been using your name for years. It will help you adopt the name as part of yourself.
For those who have yet to choose a name, here’s a good way to do so. Think back to when you were in high school. Likely there was a girl there who you admired. There were some aspects of her character you liked, and you’d like to have today. Perhaps it was her winning smile, or the way she moved. Maybe it was her feisty attitude, or perhaps her depth and thoughtfulness. By choosing her name you are doing a few things. One is to honor the memory of this person, even if you’ve never seen her since and never will. You’re also affirming subconsciously your admiration of the characteristics that she exhibited. By using her name you’ll find that you are quietly reminded of how good you can be. Your name will silently influence you to be a better person. A person you can admire.
While some people like a very Sissie name, like Trixie or Candie, these names communicate a rather different message. Yes, you can call them ‘stripper’ names. Well, chances are that if you’re using a name like that those are messages you are trying to communicate. There’s nothing remotely wrong with that, as long as that’s the image you wish to present to the world. Personally I like to dress femme everyday, so whether I am in a client meeting at work or going to the sports centre I want my name to fit.
If I were introduced to a new client at a meeting as ‘Trixie’ they might think the entertainment had arrived. So, your name says a lot to the world in general and also to yourself. If you’re at a total loss to find the right name then here’s a little trick. Take your year of birth, and then put it into a google search preceded by ‘popular girls names’. It’s likely that in the first four or five names there will be a name that feels right. I’ve helped many members with his and it usually works. Apart from anything else, if you’re 45 and stumble on a name that was never popular among people of your own age it will probably never feel quite right.
The first few times you use the name it will feel a little strange, but before long it will begin to feel right. If you sign up to a few mailing lists ( here’s a good one – http://FionaDobson.com/my-programs) with this name and start getting used to seeing it in your inbox you will soon delight in it. When someone calls you by your new name you will find it a delight. And before long it will feel as natural as… well, as ‘Fiona’ does for me.
Fiona Dobson.
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In conversation recently with a friend, they shared a story about a family member and it put me in mind of this clip. If you’ve not seen it before it’s a remarkable piece of advertising from J and B Scotch Whisky.
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Sylvester and Max are jacking off in my garden!
My goodness, if you could see what’s going on outside my window. I can hardly believe is! I’m standing here in my Christmas lingerie, and my heels, and quite shocked at what I can see going on out there!
Ali, my gardner has just told me, “It’s ok, Fiona. It’s just Sylvester and Max jacking off in the flower beds.”
Now, I know you can imagine me standing here in my flowing red silk robe, mouth open in surprise. I am staring out at the snowy Montreal scene, and everybody seems to be having a wonderful time! Oh, perhaps you should even be here!
Let me explain. I’m watching Sylvester’s muscle bound arm pumping up and down and Max, my next door neighbours 20 year old son laughing – I think he’s licking his fingers – yes, he’s spilled some Bailey’s Irish Cream on his hand, or at least I think that’s what it is. And Ali is watching, engrossed in the unfolding scene.
They’re laughing and very jolly, Sylvester’s face red with exertion, and he has a look of deep concentration. Apparently, Ali’s Smart Car slid off the drive in the snow as he pulled into the icy driveway. It slid into the flower bed, and onto a rock in the rockery. Max and Sylvester were already at my place enjoying a Christmas eve drink, and now the three of them are working away to lift the little vehicle off the rock and manhandle it back onto the drive. What Christmas excitement!
I should hurry along! Amanda, the queen of tweed will be here soon, and Bernard is coming over. My wife, sadly is travelling. She’s a slave to her job! In the meantime, we are a fun gang, all hoping that Christmas will go with a bang!
I know Sebastian wants to show me his mince pies and sausage. He has been making so many delightful treats lately.
I hope you have a lovely Christmas! Have a wonderful holiday and remember, be careful if you are driving in the snow. Otherwise you too might find yourself licking Irish cream from your fingers after jacking off in someone’s garden!
Merry Christmas,
🙂
Fiona
Anyone for a turkey enema?
As the new year rolls into action I have been working with Sebastian, my personal trainer, to tone and shape my body. He is a very helpful young man, I must say.
I am determined that this year I will eat more healthily and reduce my carbon footprint in 2025. Perhaps a few less flights, and a few more vegetables are in order. Don’t you think it is important to enjoy a healthy amount of fresh fruit in your diet?
Last night it was a delightful surprise to be invited to a cocktail party held by a friend of Sebastian’s sister, Rainbow. While Rainbow is a certified carrot crunching yoga hippie, some of her yoga clients are quite unusual people. It was pleasant to be invited to one of their parties at a very exclusive address and I was interested to see how it would work out. After all, it can be exhausting having parties with Sylvester, Ali and Amanda, that often disintegrate into mayhem and occasionally someone being tied up and abandoned naked in a public park at 3 am. I suppose this is what you get for associating with people who need to have their back shaved periodically – and that’s just Amanda. How nice it would be to meet some people of quality.
By the time I had got dressed and ready I must say I really did look quite spectacular, if a little overdressed. Nonetheless, it’s nice to go over the top now and then.
Sebastian and I arrived and were shown into the ornate house and met by Carina (there’s always a Carina), Rainbow’s client. She swept up to us looking spectacular in her little black cocktail number. She carried a tray loaded down with hors d’oeuvre.
Sebastian introduced us and our hostess beamed an expensive smile.
“Would you like a clam? Or perhaps a cocktail sausage?” she asked. “Oh, and which pronoun do you prefer, he, she or them?”
The tiny woman was almost vibrating with energy. I sensed she’d been doing a few too many yoga classes. She would likely benefit from a nice cleansing turkey enema.
I looked at Carina quizzically, trying to decide whether she was joking, and to see if her choice of hors d’oevre was somehow connected with the pronouns question. At that moment Rainbow appeared, and gave her brother a hug.
“Hey,” said Sebastian smiling at her. “You look…”
Sebastian was searching for words.
Carina chimed in cheerfully, “Earthy! That’s what I said! Rainbow you look so very ‘earthy’. I wish I was so brave,” she added.
Rainbow looked confused and replied, “Brave?”
“Yes, I mean I would never have been so brave as to make my own clothes. And wear them out,” said Carina. “Fiona, would you like a drink? I have a couple of special cocktails. Perhaps you’d like the carrot and Kale with a shot of vodka. Or maybe the Orange and langoustine gin. You should try them. I invented them myself.”
“Well, I am trying to eat and drink in a healthy way for the new year. Perhaps the orange and langoustine gin.” I glanced around the room at the very fashionable set of guests. The ratio of chins to people was definitely on the low side. “And you’d better make it a double. But do me a favor and hold the orange.” I paused a moment and then said, “and the langoustines.”
Sebastian slipped off in search of a proper drink and headed toward what looked like a bar, followed by Carina.
As she hurried off, Rainbow turned to me looking confused and said, “Did she just say my clothes are worn out? I think I’ve been insulted, but I’m not sure.”
“Oh,” I said, “You’ve been insulted. But I wouldn’t worry about it. Let’s drink the silly cow’s gin and go and get some poutine at The Junction. They’ve got a show on at 10.”
Sebastian reappeared at that moment and said that Carina’s husband, Nigel (it had to be), had offered him the most disgusting cocktail he’d ever tasted.
“It’s one part gin, one part coca cola and a teaspoon of olive oil. He calls it an Exxon Valdez. I had it on the rocks, but it was so disgusting I spilled it into that aquarium.”
Across the room there was a very expensive looking aquarium that was looking a little the worse for having an Exxon Valdez poured into it.
Carina returned with our drinks and then went on to circulate with some of the many other guests.
“I think it’s time to bounce,” I said to Sebastian and Rainbow. Let’s go somewhere everyone knows our names.
I hope you’re getting the new year off to a wonderful start. If you’ve not already singed up to my Patreon please join me at https://www.patreon.com/fionadobsonCD
Fiona Dobson
Have you seen the Christmas flasher?
Preparations for Christmas festivities are creating an air of expectation and excitement around Huckleberry Close this morning, and I couldn’t help noticing that next door people seemed to be stopping by at my neighbor, Marjory’s house looking at the rather imposing Christmas decorations in front of her house. A truly excited sense of seasonal cheer has developed in our little community.
The children have had their last day of school, and inspite of the unseasonably warm weather they are playing in the street and throwing snowballs at one another and laughing. Indeed the festivities this morning spilled over in a rather unusual incident worth recalling. It all started with Auntie Kittie rolling into my kitchen at 9 am, a little bleary eyed, looking for coffee and advice.
“Fiona,” she said a little groggily. “I think I may be experiencing hallucinations.”
I did my best to calm her down, as she sat looking worried.
“I swear that Santa Claus in Marjory’s garden just flashed me,” she groaned as she shakily took the coffee I offered her.
Continue reading “Have you seen the Christmas flasher?”J.K. Rowling is at it again!
Not content to spread hate through her vitriolic claims that trans people want to take over the world, J.K. Rowling had a run at John Oliver recently.
Some time ago I made the suggestion that while we did love J.K’s Harry Potter series, we can show our disdain to her misguided and heartless attacks on the community by placing her books for sale on Craigslist and FB Marketplace, and then donating any proceeds directly to Trans organizations such as:
https://mermaidsuk.org.uk/ – https://mermaidsuk.org.uk/?form=donate
https://transrescue.org/ – https://transrescue.org/donations/donate