He stood there before me in the light of the mid-morning Sun, and I had to catch myself from showing amazement, as I was stricken by the fact that here was one of the most breathtaking examples of the masculine sex that I’ve had the fortune to lay eyes on. His stature was around 6?2?, with him appearing to be in his early-30s, and I could tell through the T-shirt and shorts he was wearing that he had a body that would make the Greek gods envious. He was Caucasian, but his skin was beautifully bronzed. He had dark eyes and hair—of which his hair was mid-length and lied down nicely with just the slightest waviness to it, with bangs hanging just off to the sides of his eyes. His face was warm and inviting, with youthful, angular good-looks, while being smooth-shaven.

“Oh—hmm—I’ve kind of let it go a bit, haven’t I?,” I replied to him in a feminine voice after discreetly clearing the lump in my throat.

“Well that’s quite alright, ma’am, or else I wouldn’t have any work. My name’s Brutus, by the way.”

“My name is Jamie. Good to meet you, Brutus,” I said, while offering my hand for him to shake.

He took my hand; gently, but with a firmness to it that evinced a powerful grip, he shook it.

“It’s good to meet you, too, Jamie.”

It was in that moment that I first became especially aware of my fragility and smallness compared to him. I weighed only 145 lbs. and stood a mere 5?8? next to his imposing stature. The largeness of his hand enveloped my dainty palm and fingers. The skin of his hand was thick, and rougher than mine. It wasn’t unappealingly course, but it gave me the impression that he could handle thorn bushes with little worry.

So then also, awareness came to me of my long, natural fingernails that were painted deep pink with metallic sparkles; and the feminine gold ring with diamonds and a pink tourmaline center-stone that adorned the ring finger of my right hand, given to me by my mother for my 29th birthday less than a year ago.

The contrast with his hand made an impression within my psyche.

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xo Princess

xo Princess

With the the four blogs I have now I had to decide where to write about Zach a guy that wanted a tease and denial session with some cbt and got finger fucked and sissified. It started out innocently enough guided stroking with some slaps to the nuts. I had made him put a rubber band around his cock and nuts and got him to snap them a few times. Occasionally he would sound weepy but assured me that he was fine as long as I was enjoying the call.

Then I get him to slip a finger in his ass, not all guys that agree to do this our sissies he was crying a bit (fuck that makes me hot) because it was the first time he had finger fucked his ass. I gave him some specific instruction about inserting his finger and got him to relax a bit by stroking his cock. Soon enough though he was really enjoying it so I got him to stick another finger up his ass. There was the same weepy drama but it just turns me on so it does not bother me at all.

Finally I ask how big is your cock? He’s says 4 inches, I told him it’s a good think then that he’s the one getting fucked and not me! And that he was only half a man because I need at least 8 inches. OMG can you believe that a four inch cock of course I’m going to treat him like my bitch that’s not a real man. I had a lot of fun with the small dick humiliation game–I started calling his cock a clitty and started to call him a bitch. It was so fun. I wish I add recorded the sounds he made they were the best from weeping, to crying to moaning. What an obedient little whore he is.

xo Princess

I’m sad today that sissy Tessa is going to have to learn the hard way that being a man was just not in the cards for her. She’s one of those types that has a great masculine cover and can use the sissy side of himself to win over the women. He’s very proud of himself right now: he’s gone off on a sexual rampage. I’m sure he’s trying to prove to himself that he’s not really a sissy. But Tessa is!

And she’s not going anywhere. Tessa confessed that during vanilla sex that she imagined the woman being very bored of his tiny dicklet. LOL. I know I would be. Six inches is not a lot to boast about. Though the worst thing, I think, is the purge—they are so silly. She actually threw out her CB 3000, her girly clothes, and a nice dildo with a suction cup base. She loved to stick that thing up on the wall, get on cam and show me what a good little whore she is.

Tessa loved sucking it for me and she did it so well. Cocksucking was like breathing for her—it was so natural. Cocksuckers like that are born, not made. I’m sure I’ll be hearing from her soon. I know her better than she knows herself at this point. I think a single girl like her should definitely indulge the inner-sissy before she runs off getting married and pretending to be a husband. Even now when she’s with a woman she imagines being cuckolded by them.

Well I’ll be patient with my little sissy slut running around pretending to be a Man. OMG, it’s so laughable to me that these women don’t see him for the little pansy he is. Oh well, I guess I can see that in a man, knowing what I know about my girls. Most women don’t think this type of thing is as common as it actually is. There are very few true men out there, but I know when I see ‘em. That way I get all the choicest of cock for myself.

xo,