Alexa, punish!

Alexa, punish!  Sissies, your Amazon Echo Dot speaker can be used to  activate …. a Mistress who punishes, dominates, and …. according to the Daily Mail, electrocutes:

Engineer Gary made the ‘Mistress Alexa’ device for his partner Kirsty. He hooked up parts of an electrified dog collar to an Amazon Echo Dot speaker. Users initiate a session with the gadget with the phrase ‘Alexa, punish’. The device then issues shocks to its wearer’s genitals via a pair of pink clamps…

 

The amateur sex toy inventor hacked a smart speaker that doubles as a voice-controlled dominatrix. But does she sound like Alexa?

For those sex toy enthusiasts looking for the perfect voice…. email alexa@houseboys.net or call 888-411-1230

Sex Therapist Alexa

Sex therapist Alexa is in her lingerie after a run and feeling horny. She knows you want to call her and is making herself wet thinking about how she will humiliate you. Alexa has another client who calls her and has always fantasized about having a guy suck his dick and come from it….

Alexa knows that you’re dressed up and ready to suck… you are always ready to suck, aren’t you? Sissy bitch! You are allowed to call Alexa after you’ve put on your bra and panties so that Alexa can pull them off…. and show everyone what a little dick you have….

Oh, and take a photo before you call her. She wants to post it on her blog… ! Pucker up, bitch. And call 888-411-1230

My Sissy Confession

 

 

 

Mistress Alexa is compelling me to post a picture of my now locked cock.  Locked by her, for my own good.  I have been lying for far too long to everyone.  I am not a real man, rather, i am a pathetic, small-cocked sissy, that has no control over my desires and urges.  I confess, that i am not nearly enough of a man to satisfy a woman, much less a gorgeous and powerful Mistress like Alexa, or even my own wife.

Thank you Mistress for opening my eyes to my true role in life.  My role as a humiliated, cuckolded, chastized, sissy slave.

Sissy D

Lesbian Tranny Session

Just did a session with a new sissy who needs to be trained to worship Mistress as a lesbian whore. We did a fun fantasy session with the sissy (Jessica) being caught in a shop trying on a bra… (!) Mistress took Jessica’s name, address and phone number and explained to jessica that it was time for her to start living like a girl, and to come every day after work to Mistress Alexa’s house for her reconditioning. After two weeks of beauty treatments, hormones, and dressing up, Jessica is incapable of going back to work, or dressing in her male clothes! She moves in with Mistress Alexa and dedicates herself to matching her female persona to her material life as Alexa’s lesbian sissy tranny whore.

evil mistress part 6–doggystyle!

i stood in front of Mistress Alexa and she yanked my panties down, freeing my eager meat which leaped up at her. she slapped it down and told ‘it’ to behave. she reached under my balls to gauge their fullness, weighing them thoughtfully. a smile crossed her face and she gently enclosed my cock in her fist, stroking it and feeling it swell within her finger prison. as i throbbed thru its length Mistress smiled and held it skyward and shook it saying, “there we go. a nice fat stiff prick. lets go upstairs with it.”  as i followed her up the stairs, i had a tremendous view of her exaggerated swishing ass, creating a code 4 with my about to burst nuts. in the bedroom Mistress lay across the bed, ass on the edge, feet on the floor and legs spread wide. “clean me out,” she ordered. had she gone out for 90 minutes to get FUCKED AND FILLED?–“I SAID clean me out you jizz drinking cumhound!NOW!!”—i crawled forward and licked the inside of her thigh, then kissed it gently and slid my nose up along her thigh and brushed her pussy with it. i paused and gently licked her moist lips and slowly inserted my tongue into her. withdrew it-and inserted it again. i pushed it as deep as i possibly could and then pulled out-covering her complete sex with my mouth and began slapping her twat with quick strikes of my darting tongue. as she began moaning i struck at her clit with my tongue tip and she closed her thighs around me while her fists filled themselves with my hair, pulling me tight to her crotch and locking me there skillfully. my tongue renewed its effort to get deep within her, and she rewarded me by splaying her legs wide, allowing me a fair chance to search for her honey. driving my nose upward across her thickened bud, my lips pinned her cunt spread open and my tongue drove into her as my neck rammed forward. i felt her tense as i sucked and licked for all i was worth as she screamed “thats it slut! suck it outta me! get in there! here i cum YOU WHORE!!”–and as i slurped at her box, a warm batch of sticky, sweet juice began a steady run onto my lips and tongue. i had to hold her down as she bucked away, in order to get my reward–i wasnt giving up ANY of these honey drippings. in the middle of her orgasm i inserted one finger in her ass and continued holding her fast, digging my toes into the rug to give myself more purchase. her pussy continued to erupt and its quantity was damn impressive. i glanced up and her nipples were harder than chinese arithmetic–causing my cock to hop about like a taser victim. as she wound down and her orgasm ebbed to a close, i relaxed a bit and she hoarsely commanded, “lick it all out of there bitch. get it all–you like it, no?” –“mmmmmmm”, i managed. moments later she was lying back on a pillow, looking down at me. “how did that spunk taste, sweetie?”–i told her it was hot, sticky and sweet. –“like berries?,” she asked. yeah, like berries, i thought, just like berr—-!! what the fuck!?? –Mistress Alexa howled with laughter as i realized the implications. “thats right, sissy!! the correct answer was ‘none of the above’!!  the spooge that you gobbled off the 4 saucers belonged to all strangers! yours i inserted up my snatch 2 hours ago until you successfully pulled it out of me and gulped it down seconds ago!”–i blushed and my cock began to hide as she laughed at my predicament. “but ill tell you what sweety. ill still give you a nice doggy style fucking. get on the end of the bed on your knees!!!! youve got much more to do AND learn this week, but right now im gonna love sissifying your tight ass!!”–she forced me to watch as she began the process of strapping on a large purple weapon of ass destruction………part 7 soon sissies, tweetmaid

evil Mistress-part 5 (whats for desert?)

…..there was but one dish of man-spunk for me to gulp down in order to take a shot at correctly guessing which of the samples were mine thus giving me a rare chance at doggy style fucking with my sneering Mistress. stepping forward, i bent and sucked the goop into my mouth-hoping it was sweet like berries! and although it was kinda tapioca-ish, it didnt strike me as sweet. and number 3 was decidedly porklike in flavor so my guess would have to be 1 or 2. and i figured that the first batch of cum that i swallowed didnt strike me as sweet and had maybe, therefore, tainted the number 2 load. reluctently i informed Mistress Alexa that saucer number 2 would be my guess. she smiled at me and told me i would learn the outcome at 5 o’clock and that i was to pull up my panties, put on my apron and nipple clamps and get some of the housework done. she went upstairs and i went to start her laundry. minutes later at 3 o’clock, she came down, dressed very provocatively, and said shed be back in a bit and the kitchen had better be spotless-floors also. i went about it excitedly all the while running the different semen samples over in my head thinking i had logically figured it out and, almost giddy about the prospects of feeling my balls bounce around the back of Mistress’ thighs. and wondering if i should fuck her hard or slow—make a memory–or make it last? of course, if she gave me a time limit i would just ‘unleash the hounds’ and move faster than an escaped convict. the visual of that (me behind her bare ass–not the convict) began to shrink my panties as i attempted to ignore that and finish the kitchen before moving along with the laundry cycle. at about 4:30 Mistress arrived back home and sat in her chair watching me fold her clothes. “excited, bitch?”—–kinda am, came my reply. “come over here and present yourself, you little spunkhound.”  with a slight tremble, i sashayed to my owner. ……..and i will feed something to all you sissies tomorrow—part 6!–tweetmaid

evil-part 3- jizzlips

…it was unlikely that semen sample number 2 was mine–it was NOT sweet at all, and i had eaten 3 lbs of damn berries. i informed Mistress Alexa of my ‘no’ vote and she slid saucer 3 at me. “go ahead you sissy cumbucket. get used to this. when im done with your training you will enjoy this dietary supplement in many fashions!”–dietary supplement?, i thought, this is a one-time deal, right?  and though Mistress was unpredictable, i knew, i hoped that was the case. that was dashed with her next statement:” soon you will crave a big sticky batch of worthless spunk-and you will do so in many ways. i will demand you to jerk yourself into my hand and lap up your leavings or just bring home a sample and feed it to you. or possibly retrieve it from my body somewhere with your talented tongue–i LOVE that idea!! maybe force you to also clean out my girlfriends and charge them a fee. and sooner or later, you will gobble loads straight from the tap!!”– what the fuck did that mean?—“EAT!!”–i bent, paused, and went down on the plate

As I Shaved My Balls…

as i shaved my balls with an intensity hard to describe-but meticulous and meaningful even in the absence of description–i took care to avoid nicking my scrotum. not that a nick therein would devastate me, but i would not have blood-even in its minutest sense, invade my panties. and despite this careful approach, i had a speed of impending importance– drawing the razor rapidly over the foam covered, uneven surface of the balls i held firmly in my fist–all in the same purpose; impress Mistress Alexa. if i was successful, i wanted her to study my balls in her palm-up close. if i botched it-even a little bit–i wanted my balls dismissed quickly; crudely. it was a fine line. it would be one of many. the past memories of my Mistress did nothing to help steady me or my nerves-or my nut-shaving abilities. i had been late once- 2 and a half minutes late–to a small party that Mistress Alexa was hosting, in which i was to provide a LOT of entertainment. so ill never be sure if she intentionally created this rubicon for me to meander thru—‘a closely shaved ballsack’, ‘no blood’, and ‘on time’. –closely shaved means at the last moment. no blood-self explanatory. on time means–start soon enough that you can stop the bloodflow of a sack nick, but late enough to ensure smoothness–and oh yes, be on time. study this little gem in your mind for a minute and youll realize its a small window. plus id have to finish, dress in the intricacies of whoredom, and be on time. i failed once–and it was very painful. i was set up , here again, to fail—and Mistress was an expert at devising, lets call it- BONUS entertainment–for her eager-eyed peers.

I should be whipped (R.S.)

i SHOULD be whipped for the way i allowed this to happen.

 

Seeing my (unbeknownst to me) new mistress and thinking: “this bitch is hot, I’ll take a paddling but I’ll get some.” Well, beauty doesnt mean daffy – she was out of my league in all manners and i would find that out the hard way. And in numerous ways. For starters, I’ve never worn lace but id learn to love it. And the virginity of my ass would soon be on the auction block, but the road she took me down was very unpredictable – as was the craving she would soon instill in me; for a nice dollop of sperm. But there was no reason i should have to lick it off of the floor, or her ass for that matter. And yet…..none of these were aspirations of mine, but the genius of this lady would soon cause me to BEG for all 3 – and more.

And she would do it using NOTHING you could find in her house-until i walked in- dragging it between my legs- my own cock. That was all that alexa needed. It started in a lady’s club where i was stripping and i say stripping because we would- to an extent. Dancing and stripping all the way down to our g-strings and stopping there. I did that in conjunction with my lifeguard job in San Diego and she and 2 girlfriends were there one night. At the conclusion of my set i was making the rounds and looking forward to a hot shower and the weekend when she approached and asked if id like to earn a fistful of cash on the side- doing what i had just done or anything i desired at a private party for her and some friends at her place.

I LOVED the look of this woman, i loved her accent, her smell, her tight ass and the fact that SHE came at ME- and the only one nervous was me. “yes, ill do it”, i stammered. “you mean, yes ma’am?”, she barked. “absolutely. yes ma’am.” now i WAS in trouble. i crave and desire women who are hot, smart and aggressive-and it was gradually manifesting itself in the front of my ‘cocksock’.

She looked down– stared for a few seconds, during which it visibly twitched for her, and then raised her eyes and with an incredibly sensual, knowing smile-which grew just as i had-handed me directions to her house and said “be there-one hour”. My heart skipped. “Yes ma’am”. She smiled anew and walked off in her heels and to this day, I can pick that ass out in a lineup.

I arrived on time, smelling of men’s bodywash and dressed sporty. And she answered the door dressed in a tight grey skirt, a tighter lavender blouse and evidently in a GREAT mood-or braless, sheer stockings and black spiked heels that strapped around her ankles. We walked in and she introduced me to Tamra- a giggly blonde and gretchen- a brunette with a stern smile and very large breasts and on the coffee table were two empty wine bottles. They must have really rushed back here! alexa told me that i was really overdressed compared to the last time she saw me. i said, “yeah. i wasnt sure if— “YOU MEAN, YES MA’AM!”?—“yes ma’am-yes ma’am”, i was quivering. “So lets get that shirt and shoes off, after you help me out of these heels”.

I knelt and hoisted her left foot to my thigh as Gretchen and Tamra stared in rapt anticipation. I finished and Alexa said i should strip for tamra who had a birthday coming in 3 days. “a leo, like me, cool”, I proclaimed. and when Alexa asked me when my birthday was- i told her-tomorrow. she smiled, as did tamra and gretchen. “well, strip birthday boy and lets have a party!”  as soon as i got down to my g-string, i was made to strut around so they could all check me out and alexa told me to bend over the couch for my birthday whipping. I walked over to the back of the couch and bent my torso over it- feet wide apart as Alexa handed tamra a paddle. “you first, birthday girl!”—“FIRST?”, i thought.

What in the fu…..WHAP  WHAP. –and they took turns-their endurance outlasting mine by a long shot, as my tears were flowing after Alexa and before Gretchen. Mercifully it ended and i was allowed to stand- completely exposing a massive hardon entrapped in my panteez. (as alexa called them).  “well somebody either loves a good whipping OR birthday cake! and i dont see any cake. do you, slut?”– she didnt bother to let me reply. “no, we certainly dont have any fucking cake, but look at your panty bulge! and from now on bitch, you call me Mistress or Mistress Alexa!!”  – “yes Mistress”. i heard laughter. “Good slut. Now shake that meat!”

i did as told. she turned on some music as i shook like i was allergic to nylon. and the lights dimmed and the 3 of them cheered and laughed and attempted an assassination –of a third bottle of wine-and at the pace they were going , charges could soon be filed. as i strutted and vamped, like a complete skank-afterall i didnt want her angry- i shook my barely covered meat and uncovered ass, both of which were pet, pinched and prodded. and i could not have been -happier.

Make me a pantyhose slut

Mistress Alexa, Please give me the direction I deserve and desire.  I am a pantyhose slut who has fallen for your web site and want you to make me into a pantyhose slut that my wife can accept and dominate. Please show me the way….. John

Oh by the way, yes I am wearing a pair of nice sheer black pantyhose with a pair of panties, thongs, to remind me of who I am and what I want to accomplish in being a pantyhose slut.

THE CONTINUING CONFESSIONS OF YOUR PANTYHOSE SLUT

My Dearest Mistress,

I sit here, trembling in my seat, knowing the pleasure that you will have when you read my latest adventures in being a pantyhose slut and how well I serve you.  Taking a trip always brings its excitement, but being a pantyhose slut makes it a little bit more exciting and pleasing.  I am currently in San Diego, staying next to the Horton Plaza, the meca of pantyhose slut shopping for me.  But first I must start at the beginning when I took off from Hawaii and slipping into a pair of Leggs body toning pantyhose at the airport.  After check-in and going through the security checkpoint.  I slipped in the men’s room or pantyhose slut room and slipped into a pair of Leggs body toning pantyhose for the trip.  I especially like this brand of pantyhose because of the extra material they have and how I can cover my whole upper torso with them.  It is like no other brand that I have found so far, but the most pleasing aspect of them is that I can pull the extra material between my ass.  It brings an extra sensation of the pantyhose riding between my legs.  When I finally arrived at my gate only to find that the plane was postponed for another two hours, I was the only happy one, enjoying myself in pantyhose waiting for the boarding time to start. Once I was on the plane, it was heaven knowing that I would have them on for the whole flight.  Once I landed in Los Angeles and was waiting for the connecting flight, I was needlessly running to the restroom and adjusting my pantyhose and then making my little clitty hard knowing what to expect when I finally arrived in my hotel room.

When I finally arrived in my hotel room, I couldn’t take it anymore.  I stripped off my clothes and in the process of straightening out my pantyhose; I put a run in them. Knowing that I don’t like to wear any pantyhose with a run in them, I guess I cheated just a little bit since they were nude and I had to look really hard to see it.  I throw myself down on the bed and got my clitty nice and hard.  Just about the time I was ready to explode, I dropped my hands next to my side and was whisked away into a pleasure that you could only teach me.  Then when I was totally relaxed, I started to rub my legs together sending sexual electricity to my little clitty, teasing it again and again.  Then I allowed my hands to caress my little clitty just to the point of just a little bit of precum came out.  And then you commanded myself to lay my hands to my side again and your voice filled my excitement about who I am really am and what was expected of me.  I then started to stroke my little clitty again, again, and heard your voice commanding me to cum into my pantyhose.  Then I lay in my bed, knowing that I have pleased you again.

I then got myself ready and did the first day of business to hasty get it behind me.  After I was done, I slipped into a pair of black pantyhose and panties; sheer to toe and a pair of hip huggers panties that I assure you were pulled up my ass to accent my beautiful behind.  I then lay in bed again knowing what I had to do next.  My acceptance of myself has come in stages and each stage you have helped me along the way.  I knew what I needed to do next….  I went to a shoe store next to the hotel, rather calmly and shopped for a pair of heels to accent my feet in hose.  It was rather relaxing wondering through the many rows of high heels they had and when asked by the young female sales clerk if I need some help, it was nothing to say, “I was hoping to purchase a nice pair of high heels for myself.”  She assisted me and pointed me in the right direction.  I don’t know why it is so relaxing shopping for myself in ladies department stores, but I will always enjoy it.  Especially when I picked out a couple of high heels to sit down, take my shoes off and show everybody in the store my pantyhosed encased feet while trying on the heels.  I picked out a pair of cute little pumps with a 3” inch that I am consistently getting up and checking myself in the mirror.  Then I went to the Victoria’s Secret store and shopped for some more panties and a bra.  Yes, a bra, which I have never before shopped for and you can imagine the confusion when looking for my first bra. Am I a 36C, 34D or what should I be asking for.  I picked out some more hip hugging panties and tried my best to settle on a bra for myself with no luck.  There just wasn’t anything lacey enough for me and to much the rest of my ensemble.  I then went into Fredrick’s of Hollywood and a nice middle age lady tried to assist me, but there just wasn’t anything that caught my eye.  Yes, I am getting a little bit picky on what I will wear and always want to look my best for you. Before going into Fredrick’s of Hollywood, I spotted the GAP store which had a display, you guessed it, of bras right out in front of the store’s entrance.

I casually walked around the store and zoomed in on the bra that I was hoping to wear and grabbed it with no hesitation.  I lacy, black see through number that just sets my breasts off right.  When the sales lady asked me if I found what I was looking for, I shot back to her in a very kind way, that yes I have and no need to look any further.  You can’t imagined how excited I was, or could you, that I had in my hands my naughty little outfit that was going to make my week.  I raced back to my hotel room, stripping off my clothes, and sitting down in my pantyhose, panties, high heels, and bra; all of them black and lacey.  Each one of them accenting my desire to be your panty boy, my desire to please you.  This posting has taken me a couple of hours to write just due to the fact that I am getting up and gazing at myself in the mirror.  How my ass is pushed up in the air by wearing heels and how my panties and pantyhose accent them, then my bra; yes I am wearing a bra for the first time and like I said before, what was I waiting for in wearing a bra.

 

Please Mistress Alexa, let me download your “Pantyhose Sissy” MP3 from you, I need your constant assurance that I am going down the right path…. I beg of you.

 

CONFESSIONS OF A PANTYHOSE SLUT

My Dearest Mistress Alexa,

I want to thank-you for the work you do, tell you how you have touched my life and how much freedom you have given to me by allowing to accept the female side of my body.  I have been wearing panties and pantyhose for the last month straight and I never realized what I have been missing.  You can’t imagine how confused and frustrated I get when I am not able to wear them during the weekend.  But right now, I am sitting at work wearing a pair of pantyhose and panties showing a small token of my affection to you. You can’t imagine, or can you, how nervous I am writing my confessions and acceptance of being a pantyhose slut.  When I was growing up, my mother gave me a pair of pantyhose after I repeatedly asked to try them on.  I am pretty sure my mother gave them to me to get it out of my system, but it just made want another pair after that and then more and more.  While growing up and throughout the rest of my life, I have always enjoyed wearing pantyhose and masturbating in them.  Each time I would feel ashamed and throw them away, but would buy another pair later on to enjoy myself again.  A few years ago I purchased your tape, “Pantyhose Sissy” and I don’t know how to explain the affects it has had on my life.  Instead of feeling ashamed of being a pantyhose slut, I have embraced my decision with your care and guidance.

I still remember the first time that I listened to your tape.  I was surfing the web looking for pantyhose sites to visit during a business trip and stumbled across your website.  I immediately bought your tape and prepared myself to listen.  I put on a pair of pantyhose, my headphones, and lied down on the bed; not knowing what to expect.  Your voice put me at ease and I was floating on a cloud, easing into a deep dependence on you to show me the correct way to accept being a pantyhose slut.  I was caressing myself in my pantyhose, rubbing my legs together, each time sending shivers up to my little clitty.  When you commanded me to place my hands on my sides and to lie still, I let you guide me further and further into a state of relaxation and bliss.  I felt like I was floating, relaxed, and proud of myself for accepting who I really am.  When you allowed me to rub my legs together, which I really never did before, it was like sending sexual electricity throughout my whole body and then straight to my little clitty, just waiting to fully explode.  Then when you allowed me to caress my little clitty, I was on a path of no return, you voice so assuring and the pleasures you were allowing me to enjoy was leaving me weak and excited at the same time.  Then your command of making me drop my hands to my side again and then to caress my little clitty to make me precum.  I listened and soaked in every one of your commands and yes, I am just a little girl who wants to wear my pantyhose every day.  Then your commands of silky smooth made me precum more and more and when you allowed me to cum, I was hopelessly lying on the bed, shaking in a pool of amazement and wondering what happened to me.  Then you bought me out of trance, not wanting to leave the state that you put me in and enjoying every minute of it.  It was the first time that I ever been hypnotized, I was weak; emotionally and physically spent from your lesson you let me experienced.

I didn’t know what to think until after I was fully awake.  My mind was confused on what just happened and I immediately took off the pantyhose and throw them in the trash. I was feeling ashamed and humiliated, but it felt so right for me.  I slipped into the bath to try to wash away these feelings but at the same time I caught myself, calling myself a pantyhose slut and how I should be proud of myself in taking the next step.  Well, as you can imagine, the next day I was back at the store buying a couple of more pairs of pantyhose and enjoying myself again with your gentle love and caresses, directing me to accept who I really am.  I immediately bought a couple of more tapes from you site, Panty Boy, Transformation, and Sissy Training.  I have experimented with other aspects of feminization, high heels, and dresses, make up, but never really felt comfortable with them and usually ended up throwing them away after awhile.  But during a business trip to Southern California, I took a side trip to a mall, walked into the Victoria’s Secret (while wearing a pair of black pantyhose), had a very pleasant conversation with a young lady on which panties I would like to purchased, and walked out being the proud owner of six pairs of panties.  I always thought that I would be crossing the line if I ventured over into the panty realm of cross dressing, but how wrong I was in thinking so for so many years.  I went back to my hotel room and slipped them on, knowing that I was going to take pleasure in them, but not knowing how much pleasure they were going to give me.  I can’t fully explain the sensation of wearing pantyhose and panties at the same time.  What a waste of time it was before when I wasn’t wearing any panties while I was wearing pantyhose. The way the panties ride up my ass, constrain my little clitty in front, keep my pantyhose in place, and how my ass looks so cute and sexy in them.  It kind of feels like someone has their hand on my ass, caressing my ass throughout the day, making me feel sexy.  What was I thinking of not wanting to wear them?

So now, thank-you for your help and guidance in this journey, my favorite part of the day is preparing myself in the morning with my pantyhose and panties.  At first, I usually just threw them on at work hoping that nobody could see through the walls and making sure my clothes were covering everything up.  But now I am taking my time to ensure that my pantyhose are put on correctly (no sagging), my panties are pulled up between my ass, my little clitty is restrained in place, and then a couple of minutes of gazing and enjoying the site in the mirror.  I have learned to take my time now-a-days because I was getting too many runs in my pantyhose, not like I didn’t have an extra pair on hand, but also didn’t want to waste the pleasure of wearing them also.  No matter how small the run is in a pair of pantyhose, I just can’t put them on, if I am a pantyhose slut, I want to make sure I look right and sexy and not too cheap.  I also look forward to matching my daily outfit with my pantyhose and panties, just getting a little fashion sense going on here.  Living in Hawaii hasn’t been the idea place to purchase pantyhose since it isn’t ideal pantyhose weather.  The department stores don’t have much of a variety; they usually just carry the Hanes line, which is not too popular with me.  I just don’t like the silkiness of the material.  I usually go with the Leggs brand, but they don’t come in a smoother top to toe, but I still like them because they are a little bit silkier then the Hanes brand.  I also go for the No-Nonsense brand, which is very sheer from top to toe, but not very durable.  The tension strength isn’t that good, but does allow my clitty to flop around to get it a little bit more excited.  I also bought a couple of Wolford pantyhose, but just wasn’t that too impressed with them, not for the amount of money they were asking for.  There is also a couple of off brands but nothing worth mentioning about them.  So, as you can see, I have been enjoying myself in accepting who I really am.  I take real pleasure in seeking out the sales ladies and asking them about their products and every now and then, they let go with a little smile of approval of knowing that I am buying pantyhose and panties for myself.

I don’t know where this is all going to take me, but I am looking forward in taking the next step and having the pleasure of putting on my first bra.  Like I said before, I was always on the line of not wanting to be part of the cross dressing crowd.  I was too good for that, but at the same time wanting to accept my feminization.  But I am not part of the crowd, I am separate from the crowd and will take pleasure in any form of female clothing that I feel comfortable in.  I am excited, just thinking about what type of bra I will have the pleasure of putting my breasts into.  Then just thinking about the pair of black high heels, 3 to 5 inches… I am getting just excited about just having the mental image in my head and can’t imagine the actual rush that I will receive when I slip on my bra and heels for the first time.  I am planning on taking the next step and planning on pleasing you as much as I can to ensure I receive your guidance and direction.

So in short, I am sorry for the long e-mail, but there is one more request that I must beg from you.  May I please download “Smooth Legs” tape again, you agreed in an earlier e-mail, but I haven’t received the link.  Long story short… please let me take pleasure again in my feminization and the guidance and comfort that you bring me.

I hope to hear from you soon…..