I was speaking with a client the other night and he asked me a question that I get quite often.  The question was, “Have you ever cuckolded someone?”  Well, naturally, I have cuckolded many men.  But he specifically wanted to know about that first time.  To be honest, I didn’t know there was a word for it that long ago.  It wasn’t something I had planned to do or even discussed with my current lover.  It was just something that happened.  You see, Joe, my lover, wasn’t exactly spectacular in the lovemaking department.  But he was a nice guy and he spoiled me rotten.  I had always gravitated toward older men and Joe appealed to me on many levels.  He took me to the best restaurants and bought me the best clothes and perfume.  Being young and in college it was “cool” to have an older man fawn over me and take me places.  As I said, he was “ok” in the bedroom.  Nothing spectacular, to be honest.  In fact, what he didn’t have in penis size he made up for in money and he was very attentive.

I expressed to Joe a desire to join a very prestigious health club and of course he eagerly whipped out his credit card.  Little did he know that this would begin his cuckold journey.  I went to the health club daily and I loved it.  There were a lot of great classes, taught by excellent instructors.  One class in particular quickly became my favorite for a few reasons.  One, it moved quickly and had very hip music, which I love.  It worked me hard and I love to work hard.  But, the other reason was the instructor.  He was FINE.  I mean F-I-N-E.  He was handsome and muscular without being overbuilt.  I wasn’t the only girl that had a crush on him though so I assumed my chances were next to nothing.  Besides, I had Joe, right?  Wrong.

One night I went out with some friends from my dorm and we hit a few new clubs.  I just happened to run into the instructor from my class at the third club we went to.  I was pleasant and we chatted a little.  He even bought me a drink.  But, then, one of the girls I was out with whispered in my ear that she had heard he had a monstrous cock.  Well, that was all I needed to know and I made it my mission to bed him that night.  After all, Joe would never know.

I was successful in getting him to take me home with him that night and I just couldn’t get enough of him.  He did have an enormous cock but it was more than that.  He was a fabulous lover.  He worked me out even  more than in his classes and I was putty in his hands.  This went on for awhile.  A few months to be exact.  I had to really juggle seeing Tyrone (that was his name) and Joe.  I didn’t think there was any harm in getting from Tyrone what I wasn’t getting from Joe.

Then, it happened.  One night I was leaving a restaurant with Tyrone and we ran into Joe.  Joe was shocked, I could tell.  But, it was even more shocking to me when he called me the next day.  I thought for sure my days of having an older sugar daddy were completely over.

I went to see Joe and he told me how turned on it had made him seeing me with Tyrone.  He said all he could think of all night long was the thought of me being fucked by that big beautiful black man and he imagined that huge cock inside me.  He said he had never had such an intense orgasm masturbating as he had when he was thinking about me and Tyrone.  He asked me to tell him all the details and he was sure we had been sleeping together.  So, I did even better for poor sweet Joe since I had just left Tyrone’s bed less than an hour before showing up at Joe’s house.

I slid off my damp panties which were still slightly sticky from Tyrone’s huge load and the fantastic pounding he had given me before I left.  I handed them to Joe.  He put them to his nose and sniffed them, and he smiled.  Although it was all accidental, I had become a cuckoldress and Joe had become a cuckold.  Thus began my first cuckold relationship.  But, not my last.

I was wondering today, if I were a sissy’s mirror, what would I see? I suppose I would see all sorts of wonderful things, wouldn’t I? I mean, sort of like Alice in the Looking Glass or the Magic Mirror from Snow White, the mirror is an important part of a sissy’s life. The mirror tells the sissy if a certain color of panties looks better over another color or if the seams of her stockings are straight. But a mirror is much more than just a reflection, isn’t it? It’s a tool you use with which to fulfill your fantasy of looking more and more like the feminine woman you want to emulate or become. The mirror is you and you are the mirror. The mirror reflects the beauty you are achieving through dressing in frilly things and panties, lingerie, stockings, dresses, and heels. The mirror seems to validate your existence as a female, it shows you a glimpse into the world you desperately wish to be in, doesn’t it?  You use the mirror to admire your handiwork and assess your feminine transformation.  Believe it or not, I do the  same with my mirror.  I use it as a tool to tell me if everything has come together and I’ve created the ensemble I was aiming for.  So, we do have something in common, my dear sissy.  Next time you are standing in front of your wonderful mirror, put on a coat or two of the reddest lipstick you own and give yourself a great big kiss on the glass of the mirror.  You deserve it, darling!  You are fabulous in every way and I want you to remember that.

Shout Outs

Speaking of sissies, I’ve spoken with quite a few of you lately and I want to be sure and give you a shout out.  No, I didn’t forget.  To Michele, who I miss horribly and haven’t spoken to in quite some time:  Michele if you’re reading this, you know I miss taking you and making you my sissy whore.  I love how you describe what you’ve purchased and what you are wearing for me.  Barbara is a self proclaimed sissy cunt and services her wife’s lover on a regular basis.  I have to admire that.  Cheri, my dear Cheri, you always say hello to me as you BOUNCE by with those HUGE tits of yours (real, by the way).  Last but not least, I want to tell Aubry that I really enjoyed our conversation and I look forward to exploring her transformation into the feminine world even further.  Let’s go shopping, get a mani/pedi and a facial together, shall we?  Whatever you want to do, let’s do it!  It’s a new year and you are a new feminine you.  Let’s celebrate!

Til Next time!

Ms Tia

I know, it’s a play on words of sorts.  You know it and I know it.  But, anyone who knows me knows I love some occasional CBT phone sex action.  I just can’t get enough of it.  Some good old fashioned ball busting is still one of my favorite sports.  That’s why I think it’s so funny, the word nutcrackers.  Well, hell, I think the device itself is pretty ingenious also.  Especially if I get to wrap that device in rubber and actually use it on a boy’s balls.  It will only hurt for a moment or two, I promise.  You’ll forget all about it when I let go and give you a good swift kick in the nutsack.   I have to admit I also enjoy biting, slapping, pinching, and just generally torturing a man’s testicles until he begs for mercy.  Don’t worry, I’m not completely merciless.  I do stop….eventually!

Cock Suckers

Wow, I’ve spoken with a lot of cock suckers lately.  I mean downright genuine shameless cocksucking sluts.  In fact, I think some of them were still wiping the fresh cum off their lips when they called me!  I was almost jealous of Jordan the other night, I think he might actually be getting more cock action than I do.  Imagine that.  Jordan confessed that he loves getting together with two other guys and sucking their cocks all night long.  In fact, he invited me to watch him suck some cock on webcam.  I was so delighted, I can’t wait to see him down on his knees getting a face full of man meat.  Some of you dream about doing it and some of you actually get out there and do it.  It makes no difference to me which category you fall into, I still enjoy it.  Maybe that’s because I enjoy sucking cock myself so I can certainly understand your desire to do it.  So, next time you get the urge to put your mouth around something long and hard, give me a call.  Or at the very least, let me listen.

Later babies!

Tia

This week has been sissy week so far and I’m adoring every single second of it.  Particularly with the holiday season upon us, it’s even more fun to shop for sweet sissy panties and sexy lingerie together.  My absolute favorite thing for any sissy is to send them out for a pedicure and manicure along with a facial and of course some shopping assignments.  Then, they have to come home and model for me!  If they are feeling really slutty we might even take a little trip to the adult toy store for a new dildo.  You can’t imagine the thrill of listening or even watching a sissy suck and fuck her new dildo for me on the phone sex line or on webcam.  I have discussed so many things with my sissies this week.  Everything from stockings and garters to high heels and hairdos.  I love it all.  Being a woman is truly a wonderful thing and the fact that you want to step into my world and you want me to guide you there makes me feel especially honored.  It’s an adventure I really enjoy taking and together we can enjoy exploring your feminine side, which just truly makes my heart swell.  So, come on, get your frilly panties and your pretty pink lipsticks out, let’s have some fun!

Fancy Faggotry

In addition to sissies I have come across quite a few closet cocksuckers lately.  I love how you slowly confess to me your ultimate secret.  You love to suck cock.  You ask me over and over again if this makes you gay and I answer you emphatically.  What do I answer?  You’ll have to find that out for yourself of course.  But, if you’re a closet cocksucker or even if you’ve never ventured out to suck a cock, I can help you make that fantasy a reality.  I love coached cocksucking so much!  I love whispering in your ear and giving you very detailed instructions on what to do with that luscious hard cock.  It makes your mouth water just thinking about it, doesn’t it?  I have to confess, mine too!  I feel like the queen of coached cocksucking, one fancy faggot at a time!

Ms Tia

Lately I’ve been having a lot of phone sex calls with the same theme; hair.  Now, these fantasies do take different turns.  Some want to talk about the bare and bald pussy and lack of hair.  They want to examine the smooth lips of the vagina and worship it’s soft sweetness.  Some want just the opposite.  They prefer to see a vagina with hair.  I must confess I have a lot of antique erotic art and I collect it mostly because it is woman in her true form, before airbrushing and shaving became the norm.  Although I do shave for the most part and I like the smoothness of having a bare bikini area, as do my lovers.  They enjoy worshiping my soft sweet pussy and savoring it like a delicate flower.

Now, I’m sure you all have your preferences about hair in the pubic area and you most likely think this is a common fetish among men and it is.  But, lately, I’ve been talking a lot about Trichophilia, which involves hair on the head more than that of the pubic area.  The interesting thing about this is that it takes on so many forms.

So, we enjoy conversations involving long hair, curly hair, shaving the hair completely off of either your head or mine and that’s not to mention those who love the barber shop or beauty shop fantasies.  Haircut fetishism is less discussed but still very interesting and I fully enjoy these conversations.  If you are among those with a haircut fetish we should talk.  I love the buzz of the clippers and the visual stimulation of watching the hair fall from your head.

If we look back through history it’s no surprise that hair in general or lack thereof would be a fetish.  I mean, Lady Godiva was famous for her long hair and naked body, right?  What about Samson and Delilah?  She cut off his hair and thereby took his strength from him.  There are many eastern religions that combine the removal of all body hair with the purity of the body.  For many, attractiveness is associated with hair length.  A lot of men prefer women with long hair.  I can certainly understand where the tale of Rapunzel originated.   But, shaving it off, that’s an entirely different idea and I love it.

So whether you enjoy long hair, wavy hair, curly hair or no hair at all, I’d love to discuss this very interesting fetish with you.  If you want to talk about going to the beauty shop and getting your hair cut or getting it set in rollers and teased into a bouffant, I’m all for that idea also.  I enjoy taking sissies to the beauty shop.  After all, hair is sexy!

I asked my chastity pet recently to write an essay about what chastity and being a chastity pet means to him, as well as why it is important to him.  I mainly did this because the poor dear has had not one but TWO accidents during his training and we’ve had to start all over from square one both times.  I’m sure he’ll begin to see the error of his ways soon or he’ll get writers cramp from all the essays.  Either way, I’ll get my point across because I ALWAYS do.  So, I asked him if I could share this essay with my readers and he agreed.  I thought it would be nice to share this with any future chastity slaves or those who might be considering being a chastity pet.  Enjoy.

An Essay from My Chastity Pet

Some of the reasons that my being in a position of chastity is important are that it prevents me from wasting time masturbating and thinking about other women, as i am immediately reminded that i am clearly owned and my concentration turns to You anytime that i begin to think of my (Your) cock.  It reminds me also that in order to even hope for release, i need to please you and obey you as you literally hold the key to any sexual pleasure i might have.  If i obey, which i always want to do, i have the hope of being rewarded.  But if i misbehave, i understand the confines that i am placed in, and it is also a reminder of the work i need to do to improve for You and the error that I need to correct and make amends to You for.   Chastity also strengthens my bond to you this way, because i know you are in care of my cock and you are simply protecting it for your own use, whether for pleasure or play.  The longer that i am locked up, the more sensitive my cock becomes to your touch and the more i crave your attention and mercy.  It is a small torture to wear the tube, but my orgasms will intensify and this greater feeling is directly linked to your control over me and the small pain is worth the great pleasure you will hopefully provide me once i better learn how to prevent edging too far. (My apologies again for that)  Being locked up prevents me from acting on urges that i might have if not locked up, or from doing what another Domme might encourage me to try if my cock was free and i was having a moment of weakness.  So i guess it promotes faithfulness to you in this way.   The chastity also acts as a training tool that makes me obey you too. For example, if i wanted to be defiant, i could skip my training and there would be no repercussions.  As it is though, i am willing to be much more open minded to your suggestions/commands and there is a clear goal that is noticeable and present.  I will volunteer to do practically anything for you.  I am a very willing sub to you, but this also makes me willing to experiment and is exciting for me to participate in doing daily too.  My wearing the cock tube is also a symbol of my submission to you and you are able to tell your friends and the other Empresses of LDW of Your little cock trophy that you keep locked away for when you wish to use it.  This also allows me to feel good that i am a benefit to you and that i am owned.  I want to be a good boy for you and with your training and guidance/control, i feel like i am truly yours.  I also know that being your sub is not defined simply by being in chastity to you, but is one method that you use to train me and may change whenever you feel it is necessary or more convenient for you.  For all of these reasons i am happily locked up and thankful to you for your patience, your generosity, and all that You do for me.  I am proud to be your pet.

Tiaspet

If you are interested in embarking on a chastity journey with me, give me a call.  You will learn much more than simply controlling your masturbation habits or learning not to stroke quite so often.

I went shopping yesterday.  Now, normally I wouldn’t even mention the fact that I went shopping but this was quite a mentionable experience, to say the least.  I was in one of my favorite department stores, in the lingerie department as a matter of fact.  You see, the anniversary of my first date with my husband is coming up and we have plans for dinner, etc.  So, I thought I’d pick up something slinky and new to surprise him.  Little did I know I was the one who would end up being surprised on this particular shopping trip.  I was standing next to a large table, going through the silky panties on display, looking for a particular color and cut when he caught my eye or actually I caught him in my peripheral vision.  He was wandering through the lingerie  and looking very conspicuous.  I tried not to look at him but I couldn’t help myself.  I could tell this man wanted so badly to be there but at the same time he was wishing he could disappear into the muzak and red carpeting.  Poor dear.  He quickly saw me and moved to the other end of the lingerie department, toward the sale racks.  I could tell he was not shopping for a wife or girlfriend.  No, he was looking for something for himself.  Then, as I started to take in more about him, I realized he wasn’t even wearing men’s clothing.  He was wearing women’s  jeans, a pair of women’s flat shoes, a plain white women’s blouse, tucked in of course.  I’m sure if anyone else would have glanced his way they wouldn’t have noticed the feminine clothing.  But, as you know, I have an eye for that sort of thing.  I discovered a panty sissy on a mission.  At the very least, I discovered a crossdresser.  My immediate thought was to walk straight up to him and ask him if he wanted any help with his shopping decisions.  But, I thought better of it and decided to give him some distance.  He was so intent on wanting to purchase something sexy and soft.  I didn’t want to keep him from making his purchase so I moved on to my other favorite department; shoes.

Later on I did see him walking through the mall with a shopping bag from that department store.  I really hope he got himself something soft and luxuriously sexy to wear.  Too bad we couldn’t have shared our secret with each other.  But, it was a nice surprise and I enjoyed it, knowing that I shared his secret even if he didn’t know it.

Wonderful Surprises

I thought I would take a moment to mention that I have had several very generous clients lately.  I adore presents, you all know that.  I never expect them but they are fun to have and when the FedEx or UPS man arrives it does excite me.  I never know what I’m going to see when I open that box.  But, it’s much more than the gift, really.  It’s the fact that you enjoyed our time on the phone sex line together enough to say thank you.  So, thank you to those of you who have tributed me in one way or another.  I do appreciate it deeply and look forward to speaking with you again.  For that special boy or two who sent some very personal toys…well…you know we’ll be having fun with those on the phone, won’t we?

I am, I confess, a cocksucker.  I love giving a great blow job and I pride myself on knowing all the little nuances and signals my lover gives out while I lovingly perform the art of fellatio.  I respond to his moans and movements perfectly.  I listen to his breathing and pay close attention to the areas of his cock and balls that make him pant with desire.  Being a great cocksucker takes practice and I have lots of it.  I sometimes prefer sucking a cock to sex, to be honest.  I know you’re thinking it’s not a very “mistress-like” quality.  But, it truly is.

Being a good cocksucker is a form of control.  I have complete control over whether or not he gets to cum.  I can slow down or speed up and tease him for a very long time.  I control the pace and degree of his pleasure.  I enjoy the fact that he is completely at my mercy.  My mouth is my instrument and I play it like a seasoned artist.  There is so much more to sucking a cock than getting down on your knees and slurping and groping.

With that said, if you long to learn the art of cocksucking we should talk.  I can teach you quite a bit about it and you can become a seasoned and sought after cocksucker.  I can coach your cocksucking dreams into a reality that you never thought possible.

Crossdressers Are Not Always Cocksuckers

Are you a crossdresser?  I adore crossdresssers.  I adore sissies also but crossdressing is quite different because it has some nuances that being a sissy does not and I’d like to point that out.  Most of the time a crossdresser enjoys the feeling of completely dressing up as a woman, from head to toe.  Most crossdressers love makeup and wigs as well as girdles, corsets, panties and stockings.  But, most crossdressers are not gay.  Now, I admit there are a few who will suck cock from time to time but only when dressed in full drag.  The rest of the time they are heterosexual men and they never think of being anything else or having sex with men as part of their dressing up fantasies.  A sissy, however, is a sissy in or out of panties.  Most of the crossdressers I encounter enjoy the thrill of being all made up to look and feel like a woman in every way.  Being passable is the ultimate fantasy and the rush a crossdresser gets from enveloping herself in womens clothing.  A crossdresser becomes my lesbian lover and enjoys it so much when I take her with my strap on.  Most crossdressers want nothing to do with other men unless they are also crossdressers or transgendered.  Now notice I say most.  There are always exceptions to the rules, as in anything.  But, for the most part this is the difference between the two.  Either way, I enjoy both and I have a lot of fun exploring all the different scenarios and fantasies that arise.  I must say, you girls get very creative.  I love that!  Remember, if you are a crossdresser that likes to suck transgendered cock, I’m happy to help you fulfill that fantasy also.

I love November.  I love watching the leaves change color here in Oregon.  The bright reds and russets and golds just amaze me.  Mother nature is a powerful woman, I’m sure of that.  In fact, she can be quite the femdom this time of year teasing us with her beauty and then throwing in the snow storm from hell to get our attention.  But, the best thing about this time of year is that I get to spend it cuddled up by a warm fire having erotic conversations with the boys I love most.  I sip my hot cider or hot buttered rum and purr in your ear as I hear you breathlessly moan for me.  Makes me all warm and tingly in my naughty parts just thinking about it.

Femdom Fantasies

I’m sure you’ve wondered what it might be like to be taken and owned by a beautiful woman, haven’t you?  To me, the best way for this to happen is a natural and slow progression, ending in complete devotion.  I like to get to know you on a personal level.  I like to know what sort of things really trip your trigger.  It’s a journey of discovery for both of us.  Sometimes, just letting me know a few simple things about you and your fantasies can set my mind racing.  Just as it is in your sex life with a physical partner, so it is with phone sex.  The more you learn about the person you are with and their body responses as well as their thoughts, the better the sex gets.  With phone sex, we have the meeting of two minds.  These two minds (yours and mine) share their thoughts and feelings and their darkest secret desires.  The end result is an explosion of epic proportions if done correctly.  Phone sex lets your imagination take over.  After all, your brain is your largest sex organ.  Over the next few weeks I will give you some examples of this, but for now…let your mind wander.

Kisses,

Tia

I’m sure you’ve probably read the latest information on the Enchantrix Empire, haven’t you?  We’re having a Halloween Party this Sunday, October 30th Live on Cock Radio.  The party starts at 6PM Eastern and I’m lucky enough to be kicking off the festivities.  There will be some contests and naturally some free phone sex minutes as prizes, either by text or by phone.  The Theme is the Rocky Horror Picture Show because after all, we all want to not just dream it, but be it, right?  I’m sure the sissies all enjoy this movie as much as I do but it has a lot of juicy kinky content for everyone.  If you’ve never been to a live showing of Rocky Horror, you must experience it at least once.  Virgins get to act out all sorts of wild fantasies before the fun begins and the kinky fun is the best part.  In fact, a few years ago I took some Rocky Horror virgins to the local showing.  It was so much fun watching two friends of mine lick whipped cream off of each other.  Of course, it was also great foreplay for the evening attractions after the show as well!  HAHAHA

My Halloween Fantasy and YOURS??

I’ve always loved a lot of things about Halloween.  As the comedian Jamie Kennedy observed a few nights ago, it’s the only time of year most women will proudly proclaim they are dressed either slutty or as a slut of some sort.  I suppose Halloween gives us permission to venture into the kinkier side of ourselves.  So, look for that woman in leather at your Halloween Party this weekend, I’m sure you’ll have a fantastic night.  If that’s not your style, maybe a seductive vampiress who takes control of you and drains you of more than just your blood, huh?  I have to admit I’ve been exploring that fantasy a bit lately.  In fact, I’ve put up a few free sexy audios to that effect and there will be one more posted before the weekend.  I’m sure you’re getting hard thinking about it, aren’t you?  Well, I must admit, it’s the “R” rated version of what I’d like to do.  For a more erotic and explicit version you’ll have to check the Enchantrix Audio Store.  I’ll keep you posted as to when I get it done.

For now,

Kisses, licks, and of course, BITES!

Ms Tia