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 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 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

I know it’s been a while since I’ve been here but I’ve been giving this blog post quite a bit of thought. I’m sure when you read the title you thought, “What an odd title for a blog post”, and I completely agree. However, let me explain in detail why I titled this blog post the way I did.

Truck Drivers

Let’s start with truckers. I’m always amazed by the number of over the road truck drivers I have the chance to speak with in my line of work. Being the wife of a truck driver, I know a lot of the lingo. So, I’m fully aware of what a lot lizard is as well as a portable parking lot and of course the old standby, smokey. But I guess what I find the most interesting is how many truck drivers out there on the road are currently sporting a pair of frilly pink panties underneath those Carharts. Don’t worry if you are one of those, your secret is safe with me. In fact, I encourage you to take whatever downtime you have while on the road and do a little shopping for those frilly panties and undergarments you love so much. while you’re at it why not pick up the phone sex line and talk to me about your various shopping excursions or confess that you were the lot lizard slut that was sucking cock all night last night.

Transgender and Implants

Now for the second part of the subject. Actually, the second and the third portions combined. I had the chance to talk to a wonderful cross-dressing sissy by the name of Cheri. Cheri informed me before our conversation on the phone that she had implants. In fact she had D cup implants! Cheri lived her life in a heterosexual relationship and did so, for all appearances, as a woman. Now, of course her wife saw other men and had many boyfriends. But, this was to be expected, since Cheri could not fulfill, or should I say FILL, the duties of a real man. When Sherry informed me that she had implants I thought she meant the removable kind, but I was mistaken. I had so much fun talking to Cheri and listening to her giggle. I admire Cheri for being true to herself and going so far as to have actual surgery in order to become the woman she feels she should be. In fact, I am starting to realize that implants in males are much more common than I had first thought. Right after my conversation with Cheri, I spoke to another cross-dresser who told me he also had actual implants, although they were a bit smaller than Cheri’s.

Til Next Time

So remember all you truck drivers out there, fetishes have no boundaries, nor do kinks.  You can find someone who is kinky or has a particular fetish almost anywhere, even on the road.  Till next time, Ms. Tia.

I bet you’re thinking, “Well, wait a minute, an orgasm is an orgasm”.  How wrong you are.  There are types of orgasms and some of them might not even be considered an actual “orgasm”, but more of a release.  I get asked a lot about the difference between a normal regular orgasm, a coerced orgasm, and a ruined orgasm.  So, I thought I’d take a moment and share with you what I’ve learned over the years about these types of orgasms.

Coerced Orgasms

What is a coerced orgasm?  Well, it’s the exact opposite of orgasm denial.  A coerced orgasm comes after that first orgasm.  You are not allowed to stop stroking.  As we all know, most men need a little rest after an orgasm because of the heightened sensitivity that occurs.  This is where the coerced orgasm comes in.  My particular favorite way of coercing an orgasm is to use your own cum as actual lubricant and coerce you into stroking on and on, until you are begging me to let you stop.  Naturally, you will only be allowed to stop when we’re sure your balls are completely dry and empty!

Ruined Orgasms

A ruined orgasm is just exactly what it says it is.  It’s an orgasm that gets ruined.  What that means is, you don’t get to fully enjoy it.  At the exact moment of orgasm, I remove all stimulation.  This leaves you with a pulsating, pumping cock that is spurting cum everywhere and you are stuck with a feeling that you never actually had an orgasm at all!  Your cock has a mind of it’s own, as I’m sure you know.  So, once it is engaged in orgasm there is no going back, no matter how hard you try.  It’s the law of force, you know.  What goes up, must keep going up before it comes down!  HAHAHA.  The sheer frustration a ruined orgasm causes for YOU is so enjoyable for ME!  Yes, I’m a bit sadistic.  But that’s why I’m the mistress.

Til Next Time!

What is it about summer that gets our juices flowing?  Is it the warm air sweeping against our bodies like the caress of a long lost lover?  Is it the fact that we start wearing much less and showing more skin?  Or is it the fact that the days start to lengthen and so do the chances of daydreaming or fantasizing?  I don’t know the answer to this one but I do know I think summer was made for sex.  Sex outdoors, sex in the pool, sex everywhere.  Naturally, that includes hot phone sex.

Erotic Fun with the Ladies of LDW

I had so much fun earlier this evening.  Tuesdays have now become my absolute favorite day of the week.  I get to spend two hours on the radio, playing some great beach tunes and party music and talking to all my wonderful friends, both mistresses and chatters.  But, tonight was special because I also got to spend some time with Mistress Alexandria and her new show, Smooth Jizz.  We had a wonderful time and turned the pool party into a backyard jazz club.  Now, next week Ms Alexandria will of course have her jazz club completely remodeled and she’s even put out an advertisement for a bouncer as well as a few other club duties so be sure to get your resume’ in and grab a great spot in the coolest online adult radio jazz club ever.

Cuckolding Fantasies and Body Worship

I had the opportunity tonight to explore two of my favorite fantasies with some really great guys.  They know who they are so I won’t mention names.  The first fantasy of the evening was a great fun fantasy of my cuckold boy being transformed into the new nanny for his now pregnant wife.  It seems her lover and her had been quite busy and she was expecting the love-child any day now.  It was exciting to me, telling him how my belly was growing with my lover’s seed and how he would now be the wet nurse for my child instead of the unsatisfactory lover and husband he had once been.

The next call was all about the worship of my gorgeous body.  I have to say, body worship is something I completely adore also.  The thought of a man burying his face in every inch of my body and smothering it with kisses and pure adoration makes me wet just thinking about it.  But, I love it when a man seems to almost inhale my essence.  I want to make him drink the perfume of my body and become drunk with desire.  I want to feel his hands and lips on my body for as long as I demand or as long as he can physically keep going.  If it is a test of wills in that respect, I know I will win.  But, the journey through the contest is the best part.

Later babies!