Do you think you’re worthy of being Mine?
I’ll be the judge of that.
Do you think you’re worthy of being Mine?
I’ll be the judge of that.
Copyright unknown. Circa 1950s.
If you’re a man who is interested in exploring your “feminine” or “femme” side you may feel embarrassed or ashamed. Though it’s common to feel this way, you don’t have to. You can release the fear or shame you carry about exploring yourself as a whole human being.
Why do you feel so embarrassed or ashamed? One reason stems from the way men are socialized. Men are taught to believe that comparisons to women — whether in the tone or cadence of their voice, body shape, clothing preference, or mannerisms — are emasculating and ultimately an indicator of their lack of authenticity and value as a man and person. In short: if you are in any way like a woman, you are defective; you aren’t “man enough”.
I’m here to tell you: none of it is true. You have been lied to.
You may feel that the entirety of the construct of “male” doesn’t apply to you. Or maybe just some of it. You may feel that you’d prefer to act or dress differently. Even if only on special occasions. You might want to have different interests and hobbies. Express your emotions freely. But you feel trapped by the expectation that’s been created for you.
Know this: the template that men are assigned to is only someone’s idea about who they think you should be. And it is likely in some way rooted in their need to control the existence of others to compensate for the fears they have about their own. The great news? You don’t need to let someone else’s fears become yours too and rule your life.
So you think you’d like to explore your femme self but you have some apprehensions. You don’t know where to start. You’re afraid you might be judged. You feel like you might not relate to what you see other men do, so you think that maybe it’s not your thing.
If you would like to explore these parts of yourself with someone you can feel safe with, I welcome you. You are free to be who you are without fear that you will be mocked or judged. In fact, I explicitly state under femme/feminization on my interests page that, unlike the typical approach to “feminization”, I don’t do any femme play as a form of humiliation. Aside from my not seeing femme as anything to be degraded for, but as one way of being beautiful and sexy, I find it antithetical to Female Dominance.
I’m highly competent with this idea we call “gender” and the way in which it can be expressed. I have spent a lot of time both working with people who have unconventional ideas about their gender or don’t feel the identity they’ve been assigned applies to them, to having done a lot of thinking about the phenomenological and epistemological aspects of identity, including gender and sexuality, and how I personally feel about and relate to them.
My awareness extends from the commonly-understood constructs of “male”, “female”, “masculine”, “feminine”, “androgynous”, etc.; to the fusion of seemingly contradictory concepts like “boydyke” or “girlfag”; to gender not actually being a real thing.
If you see how others express their “feminine” or “femme” selves and you feel alienated, it’s important to know that “femme” is a range of expression. It doesn’t have to be done in stereotypical ways or with hyperfeminine clothing, as is commonly depicted in BDSM.
This means it doesn’t have to be:
Here’s some images that depict a range of femme expression by men (or at least people who were likely assigned male at birth):
Expressing yourself in a femme way also doesn’t mean:
How you explore your femme side can be as lighthearted or as deep as you want it to be. It can be the entire focus of our session or it can be almost a “non-issue”, like your hair or eye color. This means your femme expression can range from highly eroticized (you sexy slut in your pretty panties and garter belt) to devoid of intentional eroticism (you’re wearing panties, sure, but this is really about me tying you down until you can’t move a muscle).
Whatever feels good, I’d love to facilitate an experience for you!
I know you might feel shy. Embarrassed. Maybe even a little silly.
I assure you that you need not.
I know who you are…or who you’re hiding…or who you want to become.
You disrobe for Me.
I move closer to you and present you with a pair of silky smooth stockings or fishnets….
You pull them up, against your skin…
They feel soooo good.
Then, sexy panties glide up and gently nestle your most vulnerable parts.
I slide a pretty garter belt atop your hips…and we attach your stockings together…
Would you like that? Would you like to be pretty for me? Would you like to look sexy for your Mistress?
Do you ache to be My pretty boy? My sweet sissy? My plaything? My slut?
Does it make your cock or clitty throb to know you’re pleasing your Mistress?
Get on your knees, My sweet sexy toy, and…
Good boy…good girl…good slut.
I received this gift from slave john…
(I blurred his handwriting and typed over it for privacy purposes.)
I received this surprise from a “Long-Time Admirer”…
And I received these thigh-highs and a body stocking from a lovely lady I happen to get to play with tonight…
Thank you, everyone!!!
I’ve received some lovely gifts this week.
Bmore sent an always-useful Amazon gift card…
…followed by a lovely pair of fully-fashioned stockings…
Thank you, b.e.! I love Cuban heel stockings!
My “newest admirer, C” sent two pair of sexy boots…
…and a replacement for one of My favorite pair of thigh-highs that began falling apart…
Thank you, admirer c! They are fantastic!!
…and finally this beautiful rug from pauletta!
It may not look large in the photo but it’s 7′ x 10′. It reminds Me a bit of a medieval astronomical drawing.
Thank you, pauletta! I love it!!!
I hadn’t seen pauletta in a couple of years — and it was time to change that.
After agreeing that it would be fantastic for her to serve all day long, she hopped on a plane to Philly.
First, she had to prove herself worthy to serve by cleaning My floors.
I think you missed a spot, bitch…
She then graduated to serving My feet. (Which I enjoyed so much that I neglected to take any photographs.)
pauletta then had the privilege of taking Me to a lovely dinner.
Once we returned, I demanded that pauletta strip and then restrained her on the cross.
See how she thrusts her ass out for Me? Further, pauletta, further…show Me how much you ache for it…
pauletta had asked for the honor of being whipped by Me. Specifically, she had never been whipped hard and wanted to know what it was like.
After giving her a taste, it was time for one to remember…
she shuddered and clung to the cross. I smiled.
I then moved her to My bench. It was time to have her truly earn her place.
…and that she did.
A short excerpt from pauletta:
O/our session allowed me to let go of my ego! It was so much fun!!
You were so gracious, and generous, and fun last night.
… I can’t thank You enough.
Thank you, pauletta! What a lovely day I had with you!
Issue #1, 1955.
Trying on some of My new things…
Love how these wet-look stockings have a sexy mesh bottom, for an enticing tease of My lovely toes: