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Sissyville and the Spankmistress

Administrator — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 04:58:05 +0000

I wonder how many of our darling sissies are even aware of the great interactive community we have set up JUST FOR YOU at www.sissyville.com ? This webspace, presided over by the talented and dedicated Ms Carmen, is FULL of those assignments so many of you seem to crave from your mistresses. Several of us send Ms Carmen assignments that we personally create just for you, and she post a new one every week or so for you to perform and experience. Some of them are funny, some are designed to be a little humiliating, all are supposed to care that special sense of sissy fun over into your real lives! Are ou there, reading them and living them as we hoped? I don’t know because even though I command AND ask, no one is commenting and posting pictures of your successes.(and the occasional failure as well. You KNOW those would be fun!)

I would so love to see the floral beauty corner you create for yourself. To share your excitement opening your newest lipstick, nailpolish or perfume. I want to hear your songs and cheers, and while it’s lovely for you to call me and tell me what you have been doing, just think how much more exciting and sexy it could be if you chose to share your secret sissy talents with the whole ‘Ville!! So go visit www.sissyville.com the next time you are all dressed up and in need of a way to play, you’ll be glad that you did!!

Hugs

Miss Tara

Remember to listen to me every week on www.cockradio.com, Wed and Thurs at 6pm and on Sat at 4pm, est. See you there!!

Why be a slut?

Administrator — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 03:58:56 +0000

Sluts. This used to be an insult! But among the majority of my callers, being called a slut makes them even more excited and ready to play. I talk to a lot of sissies, and when they want to play dress up, I always ask if they want to be dressed like a good girl, or like a little slut.Â You can guess, 99 percent of them are little whorish sluts at heart. They want sheer black seamed stockings or sexy fishnets, a scanty little silk scrap of panty, garter belts, sexy bras and the highest fuck me heels to be found. And the dresses should match, leathers cut and laced to show off every curve, or sheer little slipdresses with low necklines and skirts that barely cover their stocking tops! Total slut clothes. And while some of them want to be my delicate lesbian lovers, they still eventually want to be sucking my strap on and spreading their thighs to be penetrated by their Mistress. My all access phone sex sluts are even more eager to get fucked, I take them to wild clubs full of hungry men just waiting to grind themselves against a sweet sissy ass before taking her to a sleazy back room for hot cock action. Or out on the stroll to make her Mistress some extra coin, swishing her moneymaker down the street, waiting to be used in a dirty alley by men looking for a quick fuck. Sluts indeed!

But why? Why is the fantasy of being used like a whore so exciting to these panty clad vixen wanna bes? It could be the idea of being so desirable when they are wearing their sexy feminine lingerie, dressed up to look like the glamour girls they have always admired. I’ll bet the feeling of being pursued, rather than always having to pursue, is a wonderful one. Plus, the curiosity about being female, feeling things from a woman’s point of view, being the one on her knees facing a big throbbing piece of man meat, or spreading her legs to learn about being penetrated and filled with cum…who wouldn’t wonder? Who wouldn’t want to be the fair maiden tossed on the bed to be ravished, at least one in their lives? Well, I’m sure some people don’t, but my sluts do! More power to them, may your bodices be ripped by large handsome rogues, my sissy girls and may their towers of manhood be throbbing:)

Hugs

Miss TaraÂ

Real Dolls(tm), Real Women and Men

Administrator — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 04:58:41 +0000

Real Dolls are another set of things I find fascinating. Silicone molded dolls with fully articulated skeletons, three orifices lined with a softer grade of silicon around them. Custom made, the dolls offer a variety of body types, a choice of faces, hair, eye and skin tint. Even green, blue and purple for those who prefer an alien toy. Theyhave lovely eyes and even the pubic hair, or lack of it, can be styled to choice. Isn’t that amazing? I mean theseÂ things, on first glance, look REAL! They mass about what a human woman of their body type masses, so the weight is similar.Â Some men are devoted to their dolls, giving up human relationships to be with “her”. Some are owned by artists, some by fucking scary people. And if you have around seven thousand dollars, you can have one too.

This makes me think, of course, because everything does. What if we all had this kind of sex companion? Would we become a society of doll lovers? What if they improved the tech, to where the doll responded and could even move as programmed? Could sex androids, the perfect and always pleasing sex slave, end real violence, rape and sexually motivated crimes? A man into humiliation could have his full time domme doll, mocking his tiny cock and fucking a big black stud Master doll while the “cuckold” moans in fulfillment. Sissies would have an always ready shopping companion, a life sized Barbie to share their wardrobe and validate their panty loving lifestyles. Imagine begging and pleading for release with a domme doll programmed to not allow it until a certain threshold or date had passed… a mistress who could not be moved or swayed by tears or tribute. Wouldn’t the strokers be in heaven? These women would tell them just how to touch for as long as they wanted to be guided, and these chicks would have all the computing power in the world to come up with new techniques.

So, are we in danger of becoming Asimov’s Solarians? A race of humans who come together only to procreate and live their lives surrounded by sterile robots. I don’t think so. I think sex and fantasy needs the human element, on both sides. Men and women need each other for more than procreation, we need each other for laughter and bitching and the exchange of ideas and soft whispers in the dark. You can program a doll to watch you, but how can that compete with the idea that a real woman finds you interesting enough, funny enough, even pathetic enough to spend time with you? And if you happen to be paying her…well, that just makes you even more interesting, doesn’t it? And maybe her too!! Besides, there are some men I won’t pay attention to no matter HOW much money they offer, and I know my fellow ladies feel the same way. If we share our time and our creativity with you, when we make that human connection, it’s because we want to make that connection with you. I assure you, I would never order the one male Real Doll. A seven fucking thousand dollar dildo? I think not. I like Real Men. Fuck, I’d rather have a tiny little dicked whiny bitch who is human ( and would really whine when I gave him something to whine about!!).I’m not putting down dildos, or my beloved Hitachi Magic wand, but they’ll never replace the smell and taste and FEEL of a man. And neither will those fascinating, I’d love to get my hands on one of those silicone bitches not to fuck her but to PLAY for an hour or so, Real Dolls.

Hugs,

Miss Tara

PHONE SEX IN THE CITY-part deux

Administrator — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 04:07:27 +0000

Would our intrepid band of phone sex Mistresses have pity on the poor sniveling creature they had caught jerking off on the street? After all, there were SEVEN of them! Lilith, Tia, Tanya, Cassandra, Courtney, Dana and Tara were too much to handle on a one to one basis, surely they wouldn’t be so unfair as to gang up on one poor helpless vulnerable victim like that! HEH, it’s exactly the sort of thing they would do, in fact, they were in practice from ganging up and tormentingÂ charlie boy in the way he feared and craved most. A multi mistress attack! They gathered around the pathetic pud puller and demanded that he stop. He stared up at them, fascinated by the expensive stiletto heels and their beautiful long legs, trying to see more as they crowded closer, his hand moving faster on his pathetic little cock. But these experienced mistresses were wise to his perverted ways, Cassandra’s red crocodile Jimmy Choo reached out and pushed on his scrawny chest, knocking the silly stroker onto his back, Lilith was there immediately with her spare fur handcuffs, pulling his arms up and back, fastening them to a pipe above his head. Dana ripped his shirt open and Tia bent down, her least favourite lipstick in hand, scrawling the words “LOSER BOY” on his bare skin, then adding a decorative coat of Screaming Scarlet to the head of his still pebble hard pricklet. Tara was laughing so hard they thought she’d choke when she borrowed the lipstick, now wet with precum, and painted the masturbator‘s mouth with it. Then she tossed it aside and they left, after Courtney stuffed a pair of scanty panties into his mouth. Everyone looked at her as she pulled them out of her bag, but she giggled and gave them the perfect explanation. “See? You never know when the opportunity to sissify a man will present itself. I like to be prepared.” Then, “Oh please, you didn’t think twice about Lilith having handcuffs.”Â “This is true”, Tanya agreed and pulled out her cell phone as they walked away. “Hello, police? Yes, there is a man handcuffed in an alley at ” and she gave the street names. “Me? I’m just a concerned citizen. Bye now!”Â She hung up and tucked it away. “Ohh, lets go to Chinatown for dim sum!”

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