Sissy Bo Peep

The San Francisco Chronicle is running a wonderful photo piece about crossdressing in the 20th century. As the article notes, we don't know much about these individuals. Was is a hobby? A costume party? A lifestyle? A kink? I think it's important to note that almost every face is beaming brightly with the pleasure of gender transgression! This image is one of my favourites: the ruffled bonnet, bloomers, corset, and stockings really fulfill my secret Bo Peep kink! It's not very secret, really; those who came to visit me when I was sessioning at The E. I. will recall the portrait of me as sultry, aloof Bo Peep with a wide-eyed and willing baby goat at the end of a leash. Perhaps I can somehow digitize it and put it on my site!

It's interesting to speculate on the person behind the camera in this image. Is it another sissy partner in secret dress-up crime? Is it a wife or Dominant Lady who is force feminizing for her own pleasure? Is this frilly little lassie smug? Embarrassed? Giddy? The face below that lacy little cap certainly doesn't give up its secrets so readily.

Compact, Sexy Control! Just What I Always Wanted!

Tara Sterling just introduced me to this gorgeous little piece of genius: the Kali's Teeth Bracelet.

I can't wait to have one of my very own. There are certain individuals who shall remain nameless to whom it should definitely be applied!

Does everyone love it as much as I do?

New Phone Schedule

Recently I had a very funny message on my voicemail. It was a very cranky voice saying "Ohhh! She never answers her phone!" and then hanging up. I suppose it has been hard to get ahold of me by phone lately for those who are unable to leave a number and a few windows of time in which I might return their call.

Beginning this week, I'll be posting my phone hours on my calendar each week. Click on "Phone Hours" for that day to see the start and end times. You're welcome to try me outside of Phone Hours, but you may end up having to leave a message or try back another time.

Speak with you soon!

A Sadistic Governess? Me?

I always love to play in the morning, when everything feels fresh. I like the feeling of going from bright sun into a candle-lit dungeon, and brightness again after. The rest of my day feels enchanted and the stars all align for me. I find the book I've been looking for for 6 years. Food tastes better and I can hear the birds through the city sounds that usually obscure them.

The right music, the right stockings, the right paddle. Texture feels more important in the morning. I'm more verbal in the morning. I don't know if ch. expected to get such a scolding with his corporal punishment. I didn't stop to ask. As his Governess, I had been entrusted by his parents to give him an education not only in the usual scholastic matters, but also in moral hygiene and general behavior.

After a very good week, I allowed him out to attend a party being thrown by some other adolescent boys in the neighborhood. When he wasn't home by curfew, I lied to his parents to protect him. After that, ch. was really over a barrel. When he finally showed his face the following morning, I pulled him by his ear through my rosy bedchamber and into the study. Nose against the wall. Stripped down and dressed down, interrogated and made to answer for his actions. Choosing the implements of his own punishment, he began to whimper and quake. Lining them up on the bed, I smirked in pleasure.

Up until now, he had been punished like a child; ruler across the knuckles, quickly taken over my knee. But his progression into teenage misbehavior tells me it's time to punish him like a youth. The first punishment must be so severe as to deter future misdeeds, which would then require further disciplinary measures.

Used: Paddle. Strap. Cane.
Him: Touching his toes, over my lap, bent over the bed.
Me: Hard. Swift. Endless.
Him: Yelping. Sobbing. Pleading mercy.
Flesh: Pink then red then purple.

He lay still, head in my lap, for quite a long time after. It was just what he needed.

"You don't mention anything about being a true sadist on your website!" he exclaimed joyfully afterward.

Consider this my confession, but remember that I cradled him tenderly!

What Has a Few Holes, Two Stockings, and One Purpose in Life?

It's good when you do your homework. It's good for you and it's good for me, and it's good for the nice boys and girls at home who are reading along.

My sissymaid needs the kind of discipline that can only be administered while wearing a girdle and stockings. This discipline should fall painfully across the rear of a bestockinged submissive, bound over a spanking horse, spread and ready for whatever it takes to produce compliance!

Dear Miss Thorngate,

I do so apologize, business travel called me away; of course there is no excuse in my statement.

Thank you for the attitude adjustment in our recent session. As a sissymaid for the domestic and sexual service of my wife, it is most helpful to have my views and attitudes towards service adjusted through corporal discipline. I shall not forget the taste of soap, the spreader on my mouth inviting deeper penetration than any willing slut would have allowed, and I shall consider that lesson when opening my mouth to my wife in the future.

Your training of my body posture and feminine walking was also of great insight. Women wear high heels to please men, I wear them in service to women. Being corseted, chained and hobbled while walking in them again pushed my appreciation for women well beyond what a women endures.

Your training has taken me to a good place in the service of women. My chastity cage keeps me focused on the sexual needs of my wife, and the corporal punishment was reinforcement of my role as service provide, domestic hand and house husband. And I am the better for it. Thank you!

Final Days, First Times, and Photos in France

I have less than 48 hours left in the Paris and as always, it's never enough. Never enough good cheese and ice cream, never enough time spent with old and new friends, never enough walks along the Seine or Moroccan tea or picnics at the Buttes Chaumont. I tell myself I won't wait a year to return, that the lure is much to strong, and Paris truly needs the firm hand of a Dominant Lady. I particularly regret not having time to play with the satin fetishist! I thought I was the only one!

Every time I come to Europe, there's a handful of firsts- things I see or do for the first time which leave me changed forever. In a nutshell:

-Seeing Amsterdam for the first time and falling in love with it
-Exploring the underground catacombs, but not the legal tourist section
-Seeing the Eiffel Tower on the 14th of July, illuminated by the best fireworks on earth
-Staying (and playing) at a chateau in Aix en Provence built in the 14th century
-Sharing an apartment in Berlin with Tara Sterling and having German adventures together

Not one, but two photo sets to share! The first set was done in the south of France, with Robert Chouraqui. The second set in Paris, with Kael T. Block. They'll be filtering out into my website and blog in the coming weeks, but here's a taste of a few of my favourites.

The Princess

Tease and Deny

Under Foot

School is in Session

Keyword: Luxury

Luxury is the keyword when one is on vacation in France. Simple things are so expensive anyway, it seems foolish not to go for the most indulgent thing one can find. Last week I spent an afternoon at the Turkish baths, being scrubbed and rubbed and steamed. I've been enjoying the best shops for fine lingerie, a new found taste for Hypocras, and the agreeable habit of alternating between decadence and discretion.


I spent a day with p. in a precious little bijou hotel room, right next door to where Oscar Wilde died. (The wallpaper wasn't bad at all!) We had the most delicious dinner which I am holding myself back from describing in ecstatic detail- I love good food, prepared simply and well, accompanied by impeccable service. The important parts involve his giddy squeals and girlish writhing to escape a figging for my entertainment and a lovely souvenir bracelet, fit for a tramp. I'm sure he'll write a bit to share with the class.



The next day I left early for Aix en Provence, where I met up with Robert Chouraqui to do a photo shoot. By last minute twists of fate, I ended up staying in a beautiful four-star chateau built in the 14th century. The cicadas were singing their strange buzzing song in the heat of the early evening when we finished shooting. Melon, tomato, and olives around the swimming pool. French doors open to a little private garden for naked moon bathing. Luxury is the keyword.