 My name is Sandra Cockswell, I
am a 58 year old closet TV and I am currently living in
the West Country. I have always been interested in cross
dressing ever since I can remember, even though I did all
the things boys are supposed to do, the urge has never
left me, and even after getting married when I thought I
surely must become "normal" I only found the
urge even stronger and the opportunities for CD even
greater even though I didn't dare to tell my wife.I used to buy dresses at the sales and have secret dressing up sessions when my wife was away. I also used to buy magazines about enforced tranvestism and Female Domination, till one day I plucked up courage to arrange for a CD Domination session with a girl in Earls Court. |
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 I was a bit scared of
going to the appointment, but the girl was very kind and
helped me with my dressing and make up, and then gave me
a good introduction to what Female Domination was all
about. I went to see her several times but then changed
to another mistress who was much ,more dominant and who
found my cross dressing highly amusing and who quickly
and painfully transformed me into a very submissive and
obedient girlie-boy.She started to dress me in my smart business girls suit and take me to the pub on the corner of the street. Here I was introduced to the bar staff and some of the regular customers. I found it acutely embarrasing, but Jaqui only laughed at me. Then she would take me back to her flat for some training in submission. When I visit my mistress for a training session, I have to do half an hour's house work - clean the front windows and sweep the street stairs - before the session proper begins. My mistress likes me to wear a Bridal Gown at the end of one of my Fem Dom sessions, she thinks I look very submissive when I'm dressed up and feels her efforts at training me to be an obedient Girlie Boy are beginning to work. She likes to see me spreadeagled on the bed in a white satin gown when she milks me as the last act of the session. I'm always sorry when I have to take off the beautiful clothes and go back to wearing my rough old mens' clothes - makes me feel so scruffy be comparison.
Now my ambition is to try and visit Mrs Silk's establishment for the training of Sissy Maids,I should love to wear one of those gorgeous frilly satin maids dresses and be trained to be a sissy maid. If anyone has similar interests or experiences, - I'll love to hear from you. |
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My
mistress soon realised what wedding dresses did to me,
and arranged for us to "get married". When I
got to the flat on the "wedding day" I found
two of her girl friends had arrived to act as my
bridesmaids, and a gorgeous new wedding dress hanging in
the bedroom. I was taken to the bathroom, stripped,
shaved and bathed. Then back to the bedroom where my
ears,nipples and balls were pierced and decorated with
large pearl drop ear rings. Then they strapped me to a
chair and I was left to wait till the others were ready
for me.
Presently the two bridesmaids
returned and put on my make-up then they dressed me in
frilly satin underwear and the fabulous satin wedding
dress. At last I was led into the sitting room, where
Jaqui my mistress was waiting wearing in a black trouser
suit. A male friend acted as the vicar and I promised to
obey and submit etc, and after the wedding ceremony we
celebrated with champagne and a wedding cake. Then came
the finale of the day I was taken me to the bedroom where
my beautiful wedding gown was removed and I was dressed
in a figure hugging nightgown of sparkling shiny white
satin and laid on the bed. Soon my new "husband"
came to me and made sure I was really aroused before
kneeling astride me and pumping me until I was empty and
she was satisfied; it was a most marvellous experience, I don't know what she did to me, but the earth moved and the stars jangled out loud. 