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Live Performance at Oasis: Sissification at CFNM

It tugs at you. You flush red when the thoughts sneak in. You walk by certain shop windows a little slower. You imagine what it would be like to be her. To feel the softness and restriction of feminine clothing, to be sensual, provocative, slutty. If only you had the permission.

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TOMORROW NIGHT! Come to Oasis Aqualounge to watch Miss Violet and I perform a live sissification at the Clothed Female Nude Male event. Men and couples are $60, women are free. Tickets can be purchased at the door. The night begins at 8, and we are on stage at 1030. Enjoy the outdoor heated pool, hot tub, sauna and kinky fun. This event is great for beginners who have always wanted to know more about being a sissy. If you want to meet Miss Violet and I in a relaxed and discreet environment, this is your chance.

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Yes the scene plays over in my mind too.

Being a sissy doesn’t make you a woman. It doesn’t make you a man. A sissy is just what we make her. The corset laces tight, the stockings glide over, the makeup dusts on, and finally, the wig sits snug and changes the shape of your face and décolletage. Try on the heels. They change the way you carry yourself – your legs lengthen, your derrière is more pronounced, your back straightens and your chest lifts. Head high, shoulders back. Don’t worry, you won’t have to walk very far, in fact crawling is better. Just come over here where I have a …surprise for you.

Spanking Therapy

bum.jpgThe paddle, the spoon, and I can rattle off any implement, but it’s the intention that stings. It’s the therapy of absolvement, paying the price for the thoughts and memories that go round and round your head, feeding the guilt that festers.

A spanking shocks the system and can purge those feelings, and with a loving hand it draws it out further, that no judgement is passed and this is for your own good, truly. Because the satisfaction that I get from it is that you will feel lighter after a good, firm round of measured beatings, knowing how it will be played out, being able to mentally prepare for each set of spankings.

Whether I deliver 5 or 50 beats with my bare hand or with a copy of Forbes Handbook, it ceases to matter once you are in a headspace of receiving penance for your wrongs, however great or small, however long ago, and whether or not you wish to share the details with me.

I remain a kind and understanding authoritarian, and the reason I pay such close attention to the number, speed, and severity is because I am committed to you going through something intense and coming out the other side feeling light, feeling freed of your burdens. Over my lap with your boxer briefs somewhere around your knees squirming on my body, your bottom getting ever more red, your cheeks blushing with pain and desire for more, you reach a state where rational thought and conscious cognition ceases to be. There is only anticipation for the next round of punishment/ therapy/ erotic embarrassment. I love watching the intellect dissolve and be replaced by the deep body experience of receiving corporal training. The body becomes so malleable once it’s warmed up.

I understand and am honoured by the responsibility that comes with caring for someone who is in a state of physical ecstasy and release from a firm, loving spanking, and I do not take it lightly. I take care of those who are willing to travel down into a deep place of letting go, whether by crop, cane, paddle, or my hand. The marks and bruises that follow are medals of endurance and dedication to the purge.

Clothed Female Nude Male (CFNM) at Oasis

I’m oiling up my paddle in preparation for a public spanking demo at Oasis Aqualounge tomorrow evening. Come to the Clothed Female Nude Male (CFNM) event for 9:30, where I will be holding court in the dungeon, discussing safety and negotiation around impact play / corporal punishment, revealing why it feels good to give and to receive in a sensory and a psychological frame, and then I will be putting my lucky submissive through the paces. If I feel like it I may even allow others to come lay over my knee and have a go at getting spanked. It might hurt, but you might like it.

Mistress sobel CaneI’ve been to CFNM at Oasis a few times now and it’s always great fun.There’s nothing like savouring the power of choosing to be clothed whilst the naked, vulnerable men squirm in the corner trying to keep their dignity. Men pay $50 and women get in free, so there’s usually more Dommes in the room than subs (free access to a swimming pool, sauna, and human footrests, yes please).  The hostesses are fantastic and come up with games to get folks in the Mistress/slave mood. Men decide what level of interaction they are up for by wearing coloured ribbons on their wrists: Green – available for interactive play, Pink- verbal humiliation, White – servitude. I was at this event for my birthday, and it was my only wish to spank 29 people in one night. All the men lined up along the pool deck with their bottoms ready, and it was the first time I’ve ever spanked whilst jogging. A spank marathon.

Come along and join the sadistic fun tomorrow, it’s only one pink note ($50) to meet me and maybe even get a rosy rear.

Saline Infusion Tutorial – A Domme Learns From A Dom

TRIGGER WARNING: if language around piercing squicks you out, this may not be your idea of  leisurely reading.

Look down and see your body manipulated into shapes you can’t comprehend. Your testicles bulge grotesquely, your tiny cock disappearing into the freakish deformity I have made out of your bag. Your breasts swell wantonly, inviting my gaze to rest there. How did you get in this predicament? How did you allow yourself to give away control of your body? I have penetrated you and made you into a clownish caricature of both masculinity and femininity for my amusement. Your junk slips out of lace panties but you fill out the bra perfectly. From here, anything can happen. You are safe under my skilled hands.

Saline infusion in the testicles was originally a medical procedure to check for irrecularities in the scrotum. With the skin stretched and the tesicles out of the way, a light was shone into the ballsack, where any lumps or inflamations would show up as dark spots. So there’s a short history lesson for you.

I have been trained by MasterTony to administer this transformative exercise. His sadistic clinic is cosy and impressively equipped. He smiles with genuine pleasure upon greeting me at his door, happy to be sharing a skill that he says is close to his heart. Our test subject is a little nervous, since we are going to be injecting his treasure with foreign substances, but he has done this before and trusts MasterTony to be safe and sane.

I watch him closely as he hooks up the IV tube to the saline bag, clipping in the butterfly syringe. Black latex gloves snap on (why are some colours so sexy?), and then a good application of alcohol swabs to sterilize the ball sack. He pulls the skin out and away from the testicles, because we don’t want anything going in there. The needle is short enough to stay in the sack and not stick into any place it shouldn’t.

The physical pain? Comparative with razor burn. The psychological pain? That all depends on who’s inflating you and how you want to feel.

MasterTony and I chat catheter play and suction pumps as the sub’s ball bag fills up. He takes 200cl in under 20 minutes, which I’m surprised to see since I’d heard that it can take hours. He’s drunk a lot of water and had a full meal not long before, so that helps things along. The cock ring does also its job well. Once the saline bag is emptied enough, MasterTony removes the syringe. An itty bitty dribble of liquid seeps out, and he stoppers up the entry point with some PoliGrip and a small bandage. The sub is delighted with his strange new toy, squishing it around and bouncing it back and forth.

MasterTony explains that if I were to give breasts to someone, multiple injections with a syringe would be the fastest way. I can imagine really toying with someone’s head as I slowly stick in each dose, gradually pumping them up and turning them into my big-tittied fuckpet. Oh my. A girl can certainly dream.

After the tutorial, I made a fully satisfying trip to Medical Mart. I am proud to say that I am all set up and ready to fill up all the sissy sluts, slaves and masochists that have the balls to be strapped on to my transformation table. How big is your desire?