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Sylvester wants me to suck his twelve incher!

What an eventful week. It all started with Sylvester, but then doesn’t it always.  He had a nasty fall from the toilet after a particularly strong curry. I have been trying to be as supportive as possible, visiting and bringing over things he needs while he rests up.

I should point out that over the years Sylvester has become much more than simply my mechanic. He is a dear friend and we often used to travel together. A couple of years ago we visited England and explored my childhood home on the Isle of Wight. Apart from doing a few touristy things, we did visit one of my neighbours who has been a friend of my since childhood. He lives on a neighboring farm and apart from the usual stock keeps a few chickens and rare avian breeds. I always look forward to seeing his woodcock, pullet and swallow.

And of course there’s always the fun of buying a few souvenirs to bring back to friends at home. Last time I remember we brought back sticks of rock for friends. I should explain that these are long shafts of hard candy about a foot long, often with the name of the place it comes from set into it. I don’t really think there’s a North American equivalent of this, much to the disappointment of dentists throughout the new world.

When I dropped off a few things to make Sylvester more comfortable while he rests up this week he asked me if I’d like to suck on his twelve incher, and then handed me a stick of rock left over from our trip. You can probably imagine how surprised I was. So many of my trips provide me with memories that will never leave me.  At least, not without a long course of therapy.

I expect it will be a little while before we once again share the joys of being squeezed into economy seating on an airline next to a fat guy that brought his own salami. I may even get to the stage where I miss the body searches that Jeffrey at the airport always gives me when I arrive back home. Jeffrey is the sweet young man that looks after customs at our the airport. The last couple of times he’s insisted on doing the search even though I was just picking up a friend returning from a local flight and had just parked my car. He really is quite familiar. He could save us all a lot of time and just ask me out on a date, but I guess he’s just shy.

But that’s not the main reason I am writing.  I have been so thrilled with the following I’m building on Patreon, I thought I’d give you a quick heads up. I will be putting the base program price up soon, so if you’re not already in there and  want to get in to the $1 a month level it’s probably a good idea to get in there soon. As I said to Jeffrey last time I came through arrivals, as he gave me that knowing smile and pulled his glove on, “you’d better get in there quickly before I put it up.”

By the way I Max has posted my latest story on the Fiona Dobson Patreon, which you can access free here. It’s a cautionary tale for those members crossdressing in their senior years, and it’s really worth a listen.

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Fiona

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Sylvester’s got his knob out and is giving it a polish.

We had a little socially distanced gathering the other day which I feel I should tell you about.  Amanda, as you likely know, is my wife’s friend and the editor of Pig And Pig Farmer Weekly, the seventh most popular pig related publication in the Midwest. As such I have found inviting her to some brainstorming sessions has helped at times. On this occasion Bernard, my photographer, and Sebastian were also present.

Poor Sebastian, he’s very worried about his sister, who you will remember made a small error and applied for the job involving a little ‘light house keeping’, and is now positioned in the far north manning a navigation outpost alone in the northern arctic. Bernard is also feeling quite disrupted. He loves to go hunting and fishing. The cold months unfortunately reduce his leisure activities substantially. So, you can see the need for a something to destress us all seemed quite pressing.

“I think we should address the elephant in the room,” said Bernard. Naturally I glanced at Amanda. He continued, “we need some direction.  Something to help us see past how difficult things are at the moment. We need some goals.”

“You are so right, Bernard,” I agreed. “It’s like my friend Justin said just the other day. Spring is coming! We should remember that!”

It’s not unusual for me to have a call from the Prime Minister’s office late in the evening, with Mr. Trudeau looking for a little advice.  He often asks me for a helping hand, and I am always happy to give him one.

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Preparing yourself for your next adventure.

There’s a temptation to think of crossdressing as something people only do in the privacy of an intimate environment. In many cases that is true, though most of us would like to take it further, but stifle this desire.

Breaking out of this mold and dressing outdoors is a major step for many of us and leads to a better understanding of the fluid nature of our gender. Once the initial trepidation is over come – and, yes, I could write a book on that alone – then a new world emerges. It feels wonderful to find this, and for many it’s the first time they feel entirely comfortable and can be themselves.

As one enjoys the freedom to wear what we want, and be who we are, it starts to feel increasingly comfortable. I often point people toward this article to get a better basic understanding of crossdressing, and what it means to you. It’s the experience in the end that is our best teacher, though. It takes courage to make those first steps. You might think of it as the price you have to pay to be your true self.

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Are you lactose intolerant? Don’t tell Mistress Meg.

I am so pleased to see that my personal trainer, Sebastian, is finally calming down. In isolation, along with his sister, Rainbow, he’s been struggling a little with the stress of the process. Here in lovely Vancouver people have been observing the lockdown very well, and as a result we had just one new death yesterday. Of course, even one is one too many, however the process does appear to be working.

He does help me online each morning as I work out, but I can hear the stress in his voice. I mentioned this very thing to Mistress Meg just yesterday.

“He does seem to be a little on edge,” I said. “It makes it hard to relax as I am doing yoga. He is rather highly strung.”

“Yes,” replied Meg. “He probably should be.”

Sympathy is not the primary emotion that springs to mind when chatting with Mistress Meg. Many of you will know her from her writing in the Seahorse level. Never one to stifle her opinions, I think she thinks of Sebastian rather like a puppy that continually looks for approval. She seems unsure whether she should laugh at it, pet it, or give in to the inevitable urge to give it a hefty kick over the nearest fence while no one is looking.

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Even when you’re on your own, I’m right here with you.

Hi there,

I hope you’re enjoying the weekend as we move further into this strange period. I have been told this is the blog you’ll love, even if you’ve never tried on your sisters panties. There’s a wealth of crossdressing advice, ideas and stories. There’s humor and there’s horror.  There’s even hypnosis. We’ve got it all. Be sure to come on in and explore.

Many of you have enjoyed Clothes Maketh The Man. This is an ongoing story, and I am currently working on Part 44. Here’s a link to the Clothes Maketh The Man posts.

One of the most recent additions to my Patreon is Poison! Another serial, part 9 will be out shortly. Can you imagine, a woman slowly altering the genetic code of her suitor. Well, things turn out rather differently to what you may imagine. 

Mistress Meg and Katia Thornwood generally write for our Seahorse Patreons, with their forceful approach to encouraging their guests to embrace all aspects of feminization. As Mistress Meg has pointed out, “few dare protest, for fear of what might be pushed into their easily silenced mouth.”

Mistress Meg is also the keeper of Stories You Mother Never Told You, a disturbingly erotic series of pieces drawn from a set of dusty notebooks secured from a client. These will be of special appeal to all my Seahorse members.

Auntie Kittie, an unbelievable force of nature in her own right, continues to work Max hard, having him put her Diary entries up. 

“He’s such a good boy,” she said as she dropped off her notes this morning. I have visitors sit outside my kitchen window as I am indoors. Sitting on my deck she looked really quite pleased with herself. I think she’s got something very questionable going on with young Max. 

I am also excited to say my delightful friend Molly Blake in England is hard at it. She is working on a very exciting little project for you. That will be at the $1, Good Gurl level.

Of course, my Premium Program and Whatsapp Group is still a great success for my Unicorn members. While these can be bought separately, they are all included in the Unicorn level. And for the more cost conscious I am always happy to add new members to My Little Black Book – still a very popular way to connect with other CDs and Admirers.

As ever, and particularly at the moment, I want you to remember I am here for you. I spend a lot of time online and should you have any questions I am always pleased to answer them, even if it takes a few days for me to get to them.

I love to see your comments on the posts I put up. Be sure to continue to communicate – and don’t forget, you’re not alone. We’re getting through this together.

Fiona