Wednesday, April 27, 2011

A Saturday Afternoon

A Saturday afternoon can be spent many different ways.  Here is one of my favorite ways of relaxing the day away.

First is the outfit.  It is important to look your best when you are getting ready for a bondage session.  I have my larger size boobies on.  One of the advantages of being a sissy is that I can choose to have big boobies or smaller boobies.  Depending on the occasion.  My Mistress likes both.

I have on a baby blue t-shirt .  A yellow garter belt.  Cherry thigh-highs.  Cute little black shoes.  A black corset.  A yellow mini skirt.  And of coarse my chastity is on.

Mistress always starts things off with lots of kisses, and heavy petting.  It gets both of us going in a big way, before we get into the real fun.  The problem with that is. Having a chastity on while this is going on is very frustrating.  She knows this.  And enjoys it.

Right before the bondage begins the skirt comes off.  And by this time my little pussy is bright purple and straining to escape.  No hope of release yet.

It starts with a ball gag.  I like the pink one.  mmmm  Then the neck collar.  It's thick, with lots of places to fasten  things.  It also locks.  The bondage mittens are next.  I love that feeling of having my hands completely encased.  The bondage mittens are secured to the collar in back by a strap.  Next she positions me into a metal ankle restraints.  Then comes the rubber hood.  She carefully positions it on me.  Making sure the breathing holes are in the right place.  Then she zips up the back.  Finally she starts to pump up the hood.  Now I'm in total darkness.  And I can feel the tightness of the hood pushing all around my head.  It is a wonderful breathe taking experience.  Literally.

Last she puts some electric pads on my ass.  And turns on the current.  I can feel the electricity moving my muscles uncontrollably.  It takes a few minutes to settle down and get my breathing comfortable.  But then I relax into it.  And it feels like a warm hug around me.  I love bondage.

Mistress has left me alone there to enjoy myself.  She is not in the room with me.  But I know she is close enough to here my moans.  Eventually after a while it becomes increasingly difficult to balance.  Perhaps Mistress forgot that I was wearing heels.

I produce a few loud moans and she comes to check on me.  She makes the adjustment of tying my neck collar to a bar overhead to help secure my balance.  It makes me much more stable.  Now I'm able to rock back and forth finding a comfortable way to stand.  She also takes the electric pads off.  And while doing so gives me a little spanking to remember her by.  She then leaves me again.

Mistress was nice enough to leave the music on while she is gone.  My arms start to ache.  My feet start to hurt.  But I don't want to call her until I have too.  I can feel my hood filling up with my spit.  I can't hang on much longer...  Then finally I give in.  I can't go any longer.  I moan loudly again.  She asks me if I've had enough.  I shake my head yes.

The session only lasted a little over an hour.  But I'm completely spent.  I feel numb all over.  When she releases me.  I just hug her for a while trying to get my senses back.





We then take a short break and get some fluids.  After that we went and made love.  She eventually took off my chastity after I had pleased her and she had teased me to insanity.  I was dripping all over the place.  I almost cried at that point.  I was so happy.  My Mistress has truly made me one lucky sissy.  I love her so much.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

History

Shawna Steel didn't have a name until about a year ago.  I wanted to join Facebook so I had to come up with something.  Oh sure, I've been dressing up since I was a kid.  But I never bothered with a name.  I've been deleted off of FB twice now.  So this third time, I decided that I would just have to express my naughty side  somewhere else.  Perhaps a Blog.

I'm happily married.  Have been for a long time now...  My wife has always known that I dressed up.  But I never tried to throw it in her face either.  So she let me do my thing in private.  And we went on for many years that way.  Then I expressed to her that I would like her to be more of a Mistress to me.  I have always had dreams about being dominated by women...  We did that for a short time.  Then life got in the way.  And it stopped.

Then last year with Shawna getting a lot of attention from Facebook people things changed. She became more interested in the role of Mistress.  She started to understand the importance of me being Shawna.  I have to say that I always feel incredibly guilty about even introducing  being a Mistress, or bondage or dressing up.  Because my wife is a beautiful innocent southern girl.  And before me, never had any interest whatsoever in this life.  I feel that I have corrupted her.  It's true that many of us find the vanilla lifestyle so boring.  But lets face it.  There isn't anything wrong with being vanilla.

So we started playing games.  Dressing up together.  Bondage fun.

Some things that I've learned...  I actually feel more confused now than ever before... Let me explain.  I feel that my body goes in cycles.  There are times when I feel ultra feminine.  And there are times when I feel very masculine.  I always thought that I was extremely submissive.  But I have discovered that sometimes I like to dominate my wife.  Sexually I mean.  Our marriage is a 50/50 situation.  And I wouldn't want to change that.

But I don't know if there should be a progression into something more.  Or keep things the way they are.  Don't get me wrong I love bondage.  When we have a session, we both have mind blowing orgasms.  I mean to me, it doesn't get much better than that.

Then I read some of these FLR stories... It sounds like my dream come true.  But then I wonder if that would make me any more happy than I am now.  I'm not sure that it would.  Or maybe I'm scared to make that next step.  

Friday, April 15, 2011

Dreams

My dreams have always been so very vivid. The first time that I ever dressed up was in a dream.  I was putting on a leotard.  In the dream as I was putting it on.  Pulling it slowly up my legs.  It felt almost electric.  It was truly an amazing feeling.  Shortly thereafter I was able to put a leotard on... And it felt the same way as it did in the dream.  Electric.

I've had so many dreams being dressed up as a woman.  But that's not all.  Sometimes I am a woman.  Those are sometimes difficult dreams to wake up from.  To be this one person that feels so real at the time.  That feels so right.  And then to wake up.  And be a completely different person is a little hard to adjust to.

I was also introduced to many different kinds of bondage in my dreams.  Lots of different positions to try out.  Or different situations to get into.  And then see if I could get out of it.

I don't know why I have these dreams.  But I've had thousands of them.  They have been an inspiration to me.  To try new things, and explore the unknown.