I have got these badges and been trained in high heels

Another wet rainy day, a day to stay in I guess, Oh what to do????

Time for a walk, even though its raining. Time to have a think about todays fun time. Big and biggest I think

Whether you are a beginner or an experienced player, your fetish and BDSM desires will be teased, taunted and elevated until you are aching for release. Finally, you are left gasping and fulfilled, shivering with satisfaction at the best adult fantasy you will ever experience with the ********

I understand that for many submissives, your slavery is therapeutic. In your servitude to Me, you will feel release from the constraints of your vanilla lifestyle. As your ********, I am both your trainer and your guide, as we delve together further into the dark arts of BDSM, Kink and Fetish

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if you're ready to purchase your certificate form

I was feeling a bit restrained and held back today

Mistre ss arranged a training session for me last week, so I drove in a black dress and nylons. Lovely

Derby UK Lingerie CD Looking for Co ck

I'm looking for Co ck within 20 minutes of Spondon or Ilkeston for ongoing training purposes, I don't expect anything in return,

These are my criteria.........
1. Smooth Shaven Co ck and Sacks
2. Full Co ck Head Showing
3. Prefer 5" or more when hard
4. You must be Willing to wear Tights or Holdups/Stockings ( Which I could supply)

This is for training only, I don't expect you to do anything else at all, ideally you can sit on the edge of the sofa or arm chair with your legs spread, you can read a book or play on your phone or watch TV.... I'm there to gain as much experience at sucking co ck as possible, I will be trying different techniques and will leave No Mess at all... So long as you are happy for me to Swallow.
Hopefully this will be at least 3 times a week hopefully more...
No one needs to know anything so if your married or with someone then that's fine.
Feedback on how I'm doing and how I can improve my extraction would be even better as the faster I get my fill the better I'm doing.
Age and looks are unimportant so long as it's legal, you should be fit and healthy and free from anything catching.
I expect you to be Very Clean, Tidy, Discreet and pleasant and Trustworthy... What I do will go no further and I expect the same.
Please check out my Profile and Pics and my Favourites to see what I'm like and what I like.

Contact me for any questions or details..

This is my Profile:-
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These are my Favourites:-
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In all cases I tend to have a rather get on with it sort of attitude, obviously everyone says hello and introduces themselves but time is prescious so getting down to business asap is just what I'm looking for. We will have got to know each other before by txt email or phone so when I arrive if you can just get comfortable, spread those legs, and let me have your co ck to feed from, it will allow me to be elsewhere or even get a second helping if your up to it....
Look forward to hearing from you soon

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It's been brought to my attention that some people offering there cocks for practice do NOT want to see my doing the task at hand, which Is perfectly understandable... Well other than closing your eyes there are a couple of options as it turns out...
1. Is to sit at a Table with legs spread under the table, then I will be under the table doing my training... Uncomfortable but I don't mind if it helps.
2. If you get on all fours with legs apart I can slide on my back behind you, lower you co ck down untill I can train like this.. this is the Reverse 69....
Hope this helps xx

If you are a CD anyway and fit the above criteria then obviously we can have even more very naughty fun together so long as I get my fill lol xx

My Best Pics and Very Naughty Stories are in my Group Below:-
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Good morning lovelies Anyone else wake up incredibly horny at 5am, brain flushed with devilish thoughts of dressing up and having fun with other sexy CD’s? I’m guessing most of you, most of the time right? He he, love it 🩷

Got some lingerie through Amazon today. Was not expecting much-but the thong is lovely; crutchless and lets everything dangle but keeps pressure on my puss y and generally between my legs. The slip is much better than anything I have previously bought and will double as a dress. The lacey skirt and suspenders are gorgeous-tight enough to constrict and that means they will easily keep my stockings up. Am intending to wear them when I visit either mistre ss oor one of her trainers at the end of this week xx

Feeding my good little gooners the filthiest, brain-melting porn all night long 😵‍💫
Come crawl to Mommy, get that heavy **** in your hand and let me guide every single stroke… I’m gonna milk you dry, over and over, until you’re a leaking, blank, desperate mess begging for the next hit~
Who’s ready to edge for hours and spill everything at my feet? HMU with age if you wanna be ruined tonight

Well finishing up a rare work from home day when it’s not rained. Sun came out briefly, caught myself in a nice bit of natural light. X

sophie is feeling feminine shaved smooth as a subservient sissy should be at all times ooh yes somebody enforce training upon this willing subject

Will it ever stop raining ?

Careful who you bump into at ur local train station lol
#sexy #stocking #redboots

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Love this rain any excuse to go out in my wellies. ☔️

Random question. Has anyone here ever worn shoes or heels for that matter in mud? I know it might sound a bit random but let me explain. Ever since I can remember I've always loved playing in mud. Having had a semi country upbringing. I was always playing in mud. First it started with Rain Boots but then overtime I decided to try different shoes. I think I remember wearing my leather ankle boots in mud as well as my Converse Sneakers. Both an amazing experience. More recently I wore my Mary Jane Flats in mud and that was so much fun. Would be interested in hearing your thoughts and opinions on this anyway. :)

So rainy weather
For white skort...
But body needs
All warm comfort
Some touch of eyes
Some touch of lips
Some sudden meet
To be surprise...

I'm waiting waiting
In white skirt
Yes may be wedding
May be God
Though I do doubt
He would like
To see such Kate?
He does not mind?

I have no answer
No regret
I walk in skirt
I do my bet...

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Whether you are a beginner or an experienced player, your fetish and BDSM desires will be teased, taunted and elevated until you are aching for release. Finally, you are left gasping and fulfilled, shivering with satisfaction at the best adult fantasy you will ever experience with the ********

I understand that for many submissives, your slavery is therapeutic. In your servitude to Me, you will feel release from the constraints of your vanilla lifestyle. As your ********, I am both your trainer and your guide, as we delve together further into the dark arts of BDSM, Kink and Fetish

Text me on zangi 6869055896
if you're ready to purchase your certificate form

Crawl to mommy and get train to be the best ***** of your dreams forever ✨️

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am a ******** looking for a submissive male slut to be trained owned and collared by me. Im a very casual and flexible domme. I really care about making my sub happy!

I need a new ***** and cross dresser ready to be explored and trained forever

Whether you are a beginner or an experienced player, your fetish and BDSM desires will be teased, taunted and elevated until you are aching for release. Finally, you are left gasping and fulfilled, shivering with satisfaction at the best adult fantasy you will ever experience with the ********

I understand that for many submissives, your slavery is therapeutic. In your servitude to Me, you will feel release from the constraints of your vanilla lifestyle. As your ********, I am both your trainer and your guide, as we delve together further into the dark arts of BDSM, Kink and Fetish

Text me on zangi 6869055896
if you're ready to purchase your certificate form

Here's a 30 minute training video on how to spot a fake dom https://youtu.be/9twqEZre10Q?si=CZXPq1q6sPFI-EkV

******** is very stressful but ready for a training session

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It's easy to trigger your tiny beta brain

Whether you are a beginner or an experienced player, your fetish and BDSM desires will be teased, taunted and elevated until you are aching for release. Finally, you are left gasping and fulfilled, shivering with satisfaction at the best adult fantasy you will ever experience with the ********

I understand that for many submissives, your slavery is therapeutic. In your servitude to Me, you will feel release from the constraints of your vanilla lifestyle. As your ********, I am both your trainer and your guide, as we delve together further into the dark arts of BDSM, Kink and Fetish

Text me on zangi 6869055896
if you're ready to purchase your certificate form

It's so easy to trigger ur tiny b3ta brain Ss

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Sigh the weather is going to get nasty *cold and rainy*

Blue lighting ✨️

Whether you are a beginner or an experienced player, your fetish and BDSM desires will be teased, taunted and elevated until you are aching for release. Finally, you are left gasping and fulfilled, shivering with satisfaction at the best adult fantasy you will ever experience with the ********

I understand that for many submissives, your slavery is therapeutic. In your servitude to Me, you will feel release from the constraints of your vanilla lifestyle. As your ********, I am both your trainer and your guide, as we delve together further into the dark arts of BDSM, Kink and Fetish

Text me on zangi 6869055896
if you're ready to purchase your certificate form

I'm recruiting newbie subs that wants to serve me and get trained and completely owned by Me #sissyslut #femboy

Spent some useful train time getting co pilot to design me my dream dress today #wishilookedthisgood

I'm a total bottom, I like to be controlled I like collars and leashes, I love toys especially buttplugs with tails, I enjoy being restrained, I love giving head, I am a good sub, I like to lay in my partners lap and tease through their pants or shorts or skirt while watching tv, I like pet play but that really falls into the collar and leash thing, and I do my best to learn every Hotspot or anything I can do to please my partner because that's where I get my pleasure. Knowing I I did a good job is the ultimate reward for a sub in my opinion what do yall think makes a good sub?

A number of years ago, I walked into a small back street Charity Shop on the edge of town. I wasn’t really looking for anything specific just browsing, killing time, letting my eyes wander over the racks the way I always did when I felt that familiar restless itch under my skin. Then I saw it. Hanging slightly askew on a padded hanger near the back wall, half-hidden behind a row of sensible navy blazers, was a floor-length satin bridal gown. Ivory, not stark white. The bodice was structured but not boned, the skirt a gentle A-line that flared softly rather than ballooning into tulle insanity. A modest neckline. Delicate lace overlay on the shoulders and upper chest. And pinned to the hanger was the tag: Size 32 Worn once £49. My heart gave a hard, guilty thud. I’m a UK 18" collar with a 50" chest in men’s shirts. But dresses… dresses measure differently. Especially wedding dresses. Especially ones made to accommodate curves most people would call “plus size.” I glanced around. The shop was quiet. An older woman with silver hair was sorting bric-a-brac at the counter; a younger volunteer early twenties, purple streaks in her hair was steaming something in the corner. I lifted the gown off the rail. The satin felt cool and liquid against my palms. Heavy in the right way. I carried it toward the changing cubicle like I was smuggling contraband. “Would you like to try it on, love?” the silver-haired woman called out. Her voice was kind, matter-of-fact. No trace of surprise or judgement. I froze for half a second. “Yes please,” I managed. My voice sounded smaller than usual. She smiled. “Curtain’s already drawn back there. Take your time. Shout if you need a hand with the zip.” The cubicle was narrow, just a full-length mirror screwed to the wall, a single hook, and a thin beige curtain that didn’t quite reach the floor. I hung the dress on the hook and stripped quickly out of my jeans, hoodie, socks, boxers, down to bare skin that already felt too warm, too alive. My **** was already half-hard just from touching the fabric, from the sheer improbability of this moment. I reached into the pocket of my discarded jeans on the floor and found the condom I always carried now just in case. Fingers trembling, I tore the packet, rolled the latex down over my throbbing length, making sure the reservoir tip was positioned correctly. The relief of containment was immediate. No stains. No evidence. Just secret, pulsing heat trapped safely inside. I stepped into the gown. The skirt whispered up my calves, over my thighs. I pulled it past my hips slowly, carefully and the satin glided over the soft roundness of my belly without catching. I tugged the bodice up over my chest. The cups were generously cut, there was room. Actual room. I reached behind and found the long invisible zip. It slid up smoothly, no resistance, no straining. When I let my arms drop, the dress settled around me like it had been waiting. I looked in the mirror. The reflection showed someone soft and full and blushing furiously beneath ivory satin. The modest neckline framed the gentle swell of my chest and the faint shadow of cleavage created by the way the bodice pushed everything together. My hips looked wide and womanly beneath the smooth fall of fabric. My belly made a soft, proud curve against the front of the skirt. I turned sideways. The line from back to front was lush, generous, unapologetic. It fit. It actually fit. A small, involuntary whimper escaped me. I heard footsteps outside the curtain. “Everything alright in there?” It was the younger volunteer this time. I swallowed. “Yes. Um… could you, could you maybe check the zip? Just to make sure it’s all the way up?” The curtain parted a few inches. She peeked in, eyes widening for only a heartbeat before her face softened into a genuine smile. She stepped inside careful, professional and fastened the tiny hook-and-eye at the top of the zip I hadn’t been able to reach. Her fingers were gentle. “There. Perfect. It’s like it was made for you.” I couldn’t speak. My **** was fully hard now, straining painfully against the satin lining. A bead of pre-cum had already escaped and I could feel the slippery warmth of it against the inside of the dress. I smoothed the front of the skirt with both hands. The satin gleamed under the fluorescent light. I looked sill looked like a bloke in a dress. A big, soft, blushing, overweight very happy bride. When I finally stepped out, both women were waiting. “I’ll take it,” I said. Whilst the younger woman unhooked and unzipped me, the silver-haired woman rang it up. “£49. Cash or card, love?” I handed over my card. I left the Charity Shop with the dress folded carefully in a large carrier bag, the memory of satin against every inch of my skin still electric. And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I was hiding. I felt like I was finally beginning to find myself.

Why ??? ...

I often think
About girls
Who like
To live
Me with...

Who I am?
Prince in funny dress?
A doll?
Or just Caprise?
Or do they feel in me
Princess
Who's different and soft?
Not too agressive at the end
"With money , tools and worth..."

I do not know...
When I'm dressed
Some look on me
With interest...
So I am not
Prevert for them...
But who?
Hermaphrodite?
Not yet?

Or maybe many are
Just blind....
Attracted to my legs?
Or envy?
I did never mind
If girls have interest

Some few who knew me
In the past
Are still confused
And cold...
I do not know
Should or must
I take off all my shorts?
Should I be naked
Or be in tights?
What difference it makes?
Or visous circle locks so tight... in there
By witch spelt...?
Why we're rejected
Being in tights?
Why liked to be just naked?
This problem's wondering
My mind
Why it is sin to be so stright.
To walk
To show legs...
Why it is frightening
For whem
If not about sex...?
I do not know
In my brain
There is perhaps a gap ..

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my dimly lit bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation. At 64 years old, my body had softened over the years—my ample belly and wide hips a testament to a life of indulgence, now embraced in my secret world as a sissy crossdresser. Layers of shimmering satin enveloped me like a cocoon, not restraining but caressing every curve. A voluminous satin nightgown draped over my frame, its glossy fabric pooling around my thighs, while beneath it, satin panties hugged my skin, and a satin slip added another silky barrier. I felt shrouded, encased in luxury, every movement sending whispers of fabric against fabric.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached for the condom on the nightstand. I tore open the packet with care, the latex unfurling smoothly. Sliding it over my hardening arousal, I savored the initial cool tightness, a prelude to the symphony of sensations to come. It fit snugly, ready to capture the climax of this intimate ritual.
Now, I turned my attention to the fabrics that called to me. My fingers glided over the satin nightgown, tracing the smooth, slippery surface that clung to my obese form. The material shifted with each breath, rubbing against my skin in waves of electric silkiness. I ran my hands down my sides, feeling the layers bunch and slide, the overwhelming sensuality building as the satin whispered promises of ecstasy. My belly, soft and round, pressed against the inner layers, amplifying the friction—cool satin warming to my body heat, turning into a second skin that teased every nerve.
I moved to the dresser, where my collection of headscarves awaited. First, I selected an oversized satin one in deep crimson, draping it over my head like a veil of night. It cascaded down my back and shoulders, the edges brushing my neck. I tied it firmly under my chin, the knot secure but gentle, then looped the excess around my neck in a loose bow, adding another layer of encasement that framed my face in glossy folds. The satin pressed softly against my cheeks, its texture so smooth it felt like liquid silk pouring over me.
Not satisfied, I layered another—emerald green, even larger, overlapping the first. I repeated the process: over the head, tied under the chin with a double knot for that extra hug of fabric, then wrapped around my neck in elegant loops that nestled against my throat. The combined weight was delicious, the satins rustling together with every turn of my head, sending shivers down my spine. A third layer followed, ivory white and billowing, tied and looped in the same manner, now creating a multi-hued shroud that muffled the world outside, focusing all sensation inward.
To complete the encasement, I added the sheer voile chiffon veils. These were lighter, almost ethereal, like mist. I pulled the first one over my head as a hood, its transparent layers fluttering down to my shoulders, veiling my vision in a hazy dreamscape. The chiffon whispered against the satin scarves beneath, a delicate contrast to their heavier gloss—airy and teasing, brushing my lips and eyelids with feather-light touches. I added a second chiffon veil, then a third, each one encasing my head further, the sheer fabric layering into a translucent barrier that heightened every breath, every subtle movement.
Encased now from head to toe, I lay back on the bed, the satin sheets beneath me adding to the chorus. My hands explored freely: sliding under the nightgown to feel the panties' slick embrace, then up to my chest where the slip's fabric bunched against my skin. The sensations overwhelmed me—the cool slide of satin on satin, the warmth building where layers met my body's curves, the chiffon veils shifting like a gentle breeze across my face. My arousal throbbed within the condom, begging for attention.
I gave in, my hand wrapping around myself through the thin latex. The strokes were slow at first, savoring how the satin panties amplified each motion, the fabrics around me rustling in rhythm. The headscarves tugged slightly with my movements, their knots and loops a constant reminder of my shrouded state. Faster now, the sensations cresting—silky textures merging into a tidal wave of pleasure. With a muffled gasp beneath the veils, I released, filling the condom in blissful waves, my body quivering in the satin embrace until I lay spent, utterly satisfied in my encasement.