so sissy and i decided we couldnt do work at home.
but we also realised we cant do work without the internet. LOL.
wireless@sg at macs was being a bitch, and we both couldnt concentrate.
hence, the photobooth:

i izzzz ze evil gobblelyn

i izz ze evill seeko pervy

HAHAHA looks like one of gary basemans drawings HAHA.

HAHA me in a bob!

ST JOHNS reminds me of sissy

so nice it was so bright i couldnt see what i was snapping. but nice surprise.

thats all for now.
my god, i suddenly miss my black hair )-:
i shouldnt draw when im moody cause my drawings look really bad.

edit: new photos: kelly and the struggling gerbil

HAHAHAHAHA I WANNA BRING HIM TO SCHOOL!

No matter what we set out to do, the road we take to get there can’t be predicted. Having a goal, a desire is enough to set the thing in motion, but not to bring success. Eventually we will find where our roads lead, perhaps not in the manner we expect. Life offers nothing, sometimes burnt bridges can’t be unburnt. If that is what is to happen, then that is what should happen.  What is left for us is to look down the road. A moment of regret should be allowed, looked at and learned from. But then take the next step and the one after that.

What’s the matter Richard? Don’t you
like my little surprise?

With all the hormones we’ve filled you
up with, your poor little cock is just not
up to the job of pleasuring anybody
any more. So we’ll keep it tucked away
in it’s little metal cage tonight. I’ll only
be a distraction.

So, tonight you’ll be wearing this gorgeous
little dildo mask. You now have a cock
that’s even bigger than yours was when
we began your training. Ironic, don’t you
think? And a nice little cock on the other
side for you to spend the night sucking on.
All in all, it’s the perfect little training tool.

So tonight you are to facefuck anyone in
the club who demands it. Male or female.

If you don’t want to do it – say so now.
Oh yes, you can’t say anything. Perfect.
Now let’s get you to work….

Mistress reminds me of the steps I have already taken, the shopping trips, the dressing, the make up, and of course the panties. Lacy, satin, cheeky things. She knows me so well. I know that being near her gives me comfort, allows me to take those steps.  She knows what I am, what i need to be.

http://maid-victoria.com/
http://www.maid-training.com/

Just a quick Thanksgiving greeting from our corner of the Woods…  The girls have either been bouncing off the walls or curled up snoozing.  Can you believe Sis lets that brat sleep on top of her?!

We’ve had a great, quiet day.  There’s a Cottage Cheese Pie in the refrigerator and the Knight has been cooking his crockpot pot roast feast for ages.  We’ll get around to eating sooner or later.  I’m deep into book #10 of the Melanie Travis Mysteries.  I found it highly ironic that I was reading a dog show mystery while watching the National Dog Show earlier today. 

I hope those of you celebrating Thanksgiving are having just as nice a day as we are.  I have so much for which to be thankful, including your friendships!

What does Perez InsertFakeLastNameHere think?  Who cares?

Simulated Fellatio et al

Man on Man Kissing

Taylor Swift

Michael Jackson

Green Day

Black Eyed Peas

GMA cancels Adam

Controversial Kisses

Good Morning America!

You Tube!

Raunch

Lambert

Traveling Naked

Why you should never live together

Sexiest Man Alive

Relationships

Soap Operas and birthrates

Cat fight?  but no sex

Miss Universe contestants in three-way sex tape

Sex tape guy got screwed

The Hissy between two Sissies?

Carmen Electra Sex Tape

Indonesian Sex Worker

A little Tranny News

Tranny Snatch

Tranny Whores in Japan

The Tranny Tribue:  The Official Organ of the TrannyWeb Community

Trannies on the Telly

Tranny Movie

Tranny Smut

Megan Fox is a Tranny?

Painted Tranny

Tranny Werewolf

Is Sarah Palin Qualified to Squeeze the Cheese?

Traveling Naked

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

Going GaGa!

GooGoo GaGa

Oct 31 is dress up like Lady GaGa day.  Halloween is canceled!

Happy GaGaWeen!

Burned Tranny

Online Job Search

Government Work

Job Search

Job Search for the Older Worker

Dressed as Lady Gaga

Monster Ball

Ultimate Costumer

Becoming Gaga

Gagging on Gaga

Sexy

Which witch to twitch?

Prepare to go Gaga

A Hottie does GaGaWeen right

Rush Limbaugh

How to find a Government Job

How to make Money

It is better to Drunk than Wasted

Job Search for the Older Worker

Alternative Job Hunt

Get Free Stuff

MARXIST MEDICINE

COMMIE CARE

ENEMY OF THE STATE

YouTube Lady GaGa Bad Romance

Amy Leaks?

090909

How to Lead a Secret Life

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

Let us say that you find your selves in the throes of ardor with some hot neoprene nymph when your supposed flesh and blood beloved enters the room.  Is she amused that you cheated on her with a Latex Lover.  Well that’s what Chicken Choker first class would have us believe:

Copping a Rubber Feel

Fashion and blow up dolls

Sarah Palin Sex Doll

Sex with an Android

Doing the Doll

Plastic Orgy

Choking that plastic chicken.

090909

How to Lead a Secret Life

Exotic Vacations

Traveling Naked

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

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Runes and Moons

Zazzle!

Angelic Verses

DeviantArt

Rumors of Angels

LuLu

CafePress

Luck

Digital Art

Angel Sightings

Cyber Rainbows

Selling Rainbows

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More “simulated oral sex?”

Tranny involved?

We never really stopped looking for another vehicle for me, but I did stop obsessing about it.  At the moment, we’re in negotiations.  You see, we both love the Knight’s personal truck.  Scratch that; all four of us love the truck.  The girls have more room in his back seat than mine, although they still wad up in the middle.  (Can you believe I don’t have a photo of them sleeping together in the car?!)

OBX 2-09 ... pretend it's the backseat of my car

Anyway, what with the chiefmobile and his work truck, his personal truck sits undercover, unloved, so we’ve declared it our travel vehicle, at least until gasoline prices top $4 again.  That opens up a new world of car shopping for me, because it means I don’t have to give a second thought to cargo room.   

Mugsy and the Knight on the big green tractor ~ 2005

Now, I could be really practical and go sedan, as the Knight would like, but I don’t like cars.  I’m a country girl, born and raised, and since I can’t toodle around on a big ol’ tractor, and since I do have enough decorum to realize dresses, heels and pick-ups don’t mix well, that still leaves me with SUVs, or preferably, a cross-over.

Now…  here’s where I need your input.  We’re having a premium fuel debate in The Woods.   The Knight says it’s not a big deal, especially since many manufacturers “recommend” premium fuel but don’t require it.  I say if they think we should use it, we should, and it gripes me to pay more for premium fuel if I’m not getting something out of it.   (And we’re not looking for performance.  I would rather have better fuel mileage.)

Am I being hard to get along with?  I know a few of you have Subarus, which I think of as wonderful, practical cars, and they take premium fuel, so educate me here!

(Now, since it’s taken two hours to type this much, I’m going to publish.  Some of it is because the girls wanted to go walk in the sunshine, and some of it is because of a customer, so I’m not REALLY complaining…)

With each number pressed, my heart beats a little faster, my breath quickens, there is a nervous stirring deep inside me. There, the last number, the phone rings, once, twice, three times, more….

Learning is difficult

Just went shopping. Mistress wanted me to pick up a bra and panty. So off I went, wandering about trying to find something she might like.  She didn’t indicate any particular color, so it was left up to me. I looked at several different colors and styles before finally settling on red. Red’s a good color, reflects the slut in me I suppose, it tends to peek out from underneath what ever is above it pretty easily. So red it is, I hope Mistress approves. There were many lovely items, many that I wanted to get, but Mistress said one bra and one panty,nothing else, so that is what I got.

She also instructed me to remove all the hair from the lower half of my body. I had gotten lazy and let it all grow out. But just the lower half? I would like to be rid of it all, but I am sure she has Her reasons, so I shaved, slowly carefully removing all that hair. But looking at myself in the mirror, this highlights just how ridiculous I look, soft and smooth below, coarse and hairy above.

Work is over, I’ve showered, prepared my new clothes (even though I don’t dare put them on). I have a camera ready in case Mistress wishes to have a visual record, and all that is left is to dial Her number. What will she say? What will she require of me? Will we be going somewhere? What will she ask me? I know she will be direct, penetrating that is her way. I’ll answer her completely, I can’t do any less. her words will probe deeply, touching nerves. She commands me, and she knows it. I don’t know, I can’t even guess. All I can do is dial the number.

Thank you, Flickr ghosts in the machine, for allowing me to see my own photos again, even in the larger sizes.   I maintain it was Flickr’s problem, not mine…

Girls, meet Poppet

Just a little catch-up here, now that harmony has been restored in my bloggy world.  

I had the BEST weekend.  I read a bunch of books; I’m now on #6 of the Melanie Travis Mysteries.   I didn’t knit the first stitch, although I did carry my hooded scarf around with me, just in case.  I did ply and soak my Gypsyknits BFL, and I started spinning my Gnomespun.   (That Polwarth is a DREAM, I tell you…)

How was your weekend?  What’s your week look like? 

From July, but still...

My week looks like that.  The cat’s away, so the mice will play!  Gretchen bounced right up in the car this morning like she’s always loved a ride.  Hopefully, that means she’ll weather the beach commute without incident.

Please pop over to Dogs n More.  Sue has a series of holiday ideas for pets going.   Don’t tell the Knight, but the girls have winter all-weather coats on the way, thanks to a gentle nudge from Sue!

Who says you can’t go shopping with online friends?

Los extraterrestos son buena gente

Probablemente extraterrestres habrán raptado los jóvenes en esta noche. Probablemente los jóvenes habrán desplegado sus carpas en el bosque y habrán tenido una fogata. Con la luz del fuego los extraterrestres habrán sabido donde habrán estado. Habrán esperado hasta que el grupo de excursionistas se acuestan. Quizá habrán emponzoñado el grupo con un somnífero para no lo despertar. Cuando el grupo habrá dormido, los extraterrestres habrán venido y raptado los jóvenes con el OVNI. Seguro que están bien ahora, pero los extraterrestres no quieren dejar los libre, porque probablemente quieren hablar con ellos del nuestro mundo y cultura. Es posible que puedan hablar nuestra lengua porque hace mucho tiempo habrán estudiar nos.

Avistamiento de ovnis en Málaga

Mucha gente piensa haber visto ovnis en la noche de 23 de junio. La verdad es que era una fiesta de ‘Noche de San Juan’ en la playa cerca de Málaga. Per eso la gente encendió muchos fuegos para celebrar estas ceremonias. Algunas personas que no supieron eso, inesperado vieron unas luces en el cielo. Naturalmente fueron estas luces los fuegos de la fiesta, pero probablemente estas personas creyeron que estas luces fueron ovnis. Este es la más lógica explicación del fenómeno paranormal.

i slept wonderfully in the sexy new snakeskin patterned satin baby doll PJ’s but still had a recurring dream that is becoming more and more frequent these days – or should i say nights!  The dream, or perhaps nightmare sees me being discovered “en femme” by my wife and all sorts of other people.  The circumstances vary but i always finish up being embarrassingly discovered to be the sissy that i am.  Because it is happening more and more frequently and is something that has only started to happen recently i am wondering if it is some sort of premonition.  i have had dreams before that have come true and so this is all a bit unnerving.  Not that it has stopped me dressing “en femme” whenever i can but it has certainly got me wondering.

In some ways, discovery or “outing” would be a great relief for i have often wished that i could “come out” and just live my life as i wished without having to respect societies norms for the sake of family but always these thoughts lead to “at what or at who’s expense?  i simply could not bear to be alienated from my family and fear that by “coming out” i would do exactly that.

So, after sleeping soundly, i awoke somewhat troubled.  i pulled on a tracksuit over my PJ’s and went and made some tea and kept them on all morning while i waited for my business partner and flat mate to head out for lunch, wishing all the time he would get a move on so i could dress properly.  i spent the morning working but did catch Goddess Joyce on line.  Still no move from baby Vincent but Goddess is fine and did give me some errands to run for Her so i did finally pull on some male outer clothes over my PJ’s and slip out to the shops for Her.

When i returned, i still did not have the office/apartment to myself and there was a strong smell of something having been burned.  My associate, not known for his culinary skills, had decided to cook himself lunch and managed to boil a pan of vegetables dry and burn them, ruining the pan in the process and pervading the whole building with the smell of burnt offerings!  At least this meant that he would go out for lunch, finally, leaving me to slip into fully “en femme” and prepare my own lunch.  i stayed in my PJ’s but slipped into a pair of white flat heeled open toed shoes while i was cooking, pulled an apron over my PJ’s, slipped on my wig, a little make up and some jewelery and i was set.  Gin and tonic while i cooked and a glass of red wine washed down a lovely roast boned leg of lamb with roast potatoes, creamed mushrooms, beans and carrots, all with a delicious gravy made from the juices of the lamb.  i cooked enough for another meal tomorrow and then there will still be enough meat left for a sort of hot pot or hash after that.

After clearing things away and washing dishes, i relaxed with a coffee and watched some tennis on TV before returning to my room to carry on with some administration work which took me well into the evening.  i put on my new shoes again to keep working them in.  i just adore stiletto heels and ankle straps and these are nothing if they are not strappy.  What i like about the ankle straps is that they tighten as my leg angles forward, restricting how far back i can let my legs go as i walk forward.  As a result, i am forced to make my steps quite short and mince along very daintily.

Later this evening, Goddess Joyce came back online and we chatted some more.  i was unable to get the particular wine She requires from the local stores so need to go to a specialist wine store tomorrow.  i also need to find some raspberry leaf tea for Her, it is apparently good to drink when in labour!  i have a couple of ideas where i might find some but it is not an everyday item!

So, at that, it’s bedtime and i shall be wearing my new PJ’s again.  i wonder whether tonight i will have the same dream…………………………….

Thats a lovely word, it brings thoughts of  desires, of wishes and daydreams. It’s a good thing. Soon my knees will be sore, my body uncomfortable, my mind fucked. I will be bruised battered and humiliated. This will happen, but without it I am lost. It isn’t just that i want it, I need it. It is who and what I am. Mistress knew that all along, well before I did. It was only being apart from her that I realized how much of that was me. Some people are made to rule, thats where they belong, but some of us were made for other things.

Anticipation

Oh I am to be sure. Silky and satiny things, trimmed with lace, soft and fragrant. So smooth next to my skin, making me so soft and so wet.

But that is a dream without a doubt. I have no idea what Mistress has in store for her wayward slut. It could literally be anything,  Will it be enjoyable? For Mistress I think yes, for me I’m not so sure. But after what I did, running away, hurting her, I know I must earn any place she desires. She is so creative, so devious and delicious, I can’t even guess. Trying to prepare myself for this is impossible, so all I can do is focus on Her voice and obey. I need Mistress, I need her in me, I need to be serving her in whatever manner that she thinks is best. She is guiding me, teaching me and some of those lessons shall be hard-earned. She is Mistress.

Check out this ad from Subaru, rippin’ on the Snuggie like a schoolyard bully stealing lunch money and giving out wedgies. When was someone going to tell me that the Snuggie is for sissies? I’m so out of the loop.

Seriously though, good strategy on Subaru’s part. But I wonder, is Snuggie OK with Subaru using 11 seconds of their famous infomercial? Maybe. Maybe they are OK with being branded as the antithesis of “rugged.” I mean, they basically rule the market in that area of sissydom. So why deny it?

It must be paying off—I saw Snuggies in Target yesterday.

Happy little friday!  We’re about to wash away here, what with some localized flash floods and a bonafied thunderstorm this morning, but life is good.

Flickr, it is YOUR problem.  I’m sure of it.    There are my darling girls, sunning and hunting and being adorable.  I can only show “small” sizes or smaller, but that’s better than no photos, right?

I don’t dare edit the photos, but at this point, I’m giddy with delight.  I figured out how to skirt around this unsolved mystery!

I intend to follow the fur-girls’ lead and take it easy again this weekend.  I’m hoping there will be another pleasant, sunny day or two for nice walks down the lane, but I also need to take a few minutes to figure out what we’re going to do for Thanksgiving Day. 

What are your plans for Thanksgiving?  What does it mean to you?

        “I intend to make you fully give in to exactly what I have always known you are. You KNOW I am the one to make it happen.”

Mistress Jane’s’ words. If you knew her, you would believe them as I do. Those words both thrill me and intimidate me. I know as much as I have ever known anything, she will do as she says.  I will be truly what she desires me to be. I will be changed, broken down and rebuilt to suit her. She knows me better than I know myself, She is capable of creating the creature she desires.  and I will be the creature I was meant to be.

Mistress has allowed me an opportunity to show I am repentant!

 Trust Mistress, believe in Mistress, obey Mistress! This is my faith.
She knows me, she knows that without her I am weak, useless to even myself. I know that with Her I can become what I truly am!