Your Doctor will see you now, Lilith Hex

Your Doctor will see you now

Fantasy Role Play by Lilith Hex

  It’s a windy and frigid Saturday morning in Chicago. Our offices are open for walk-in patients and the few that are scheduled with Dr Jacoby, even though he has failed to arrive as promised. Typically I wouldn’t even think to complain about this, but we are rather short staffed and my temper has been getting the very best of me. I hope our yelp reviews won’t reflect this!

Normally we are closed early on Saturdays, opening our doors only for a few special patients. Today is different and because of everything I previously mentioned, we are open later than usual. It’s our one Saturday in the month that  Dr Jacoby (our men’s sexual health expert), takes the rather difficult patients. Today he isn’t here for his patients, and this means the patient roster is filled with male health issues. I swear to you, he would pull today of all days to call off. I do hope his patients won’t give me much grief over it, heaven help them if they do. They will have more of a sexual health issue when they leave than they had when they came in.

Dr Jacoby has a noon appointment, a patient that never wants to keep his appointment will likely choose today to actually show. I suppose I should get myself together in case he does decide to grace us with his appearance.

-Signed by Dr Lilith Hex at 1100 hours.-

Normally I keep my Dr / patient notes rather short and simple, rarely do I go into detail that isn’t needed for a treatment plan. Today though, today I must write about everything. I need to sit here and go over every tiny detail, every single moment and write it down. I will of course keep this for my private files, deleting a majority so that Dr Jacoby doesn’t view it. I have a feeling if the Dr did read this though, he wouldn’t be angry but he would want to schedule his own appointment with me.

At 1200 hours, Patient X signed in for his annual exam with Dr Jacoby.  Dr Jacoby is not in today, as I mentioned earlier in my notes; Nurse Vivian thought it would be better to take the Patient aside to tell him that I would see him instead. Patient X constantly no-shows his appointments and we are worried that he would walk out today if given any reason. This would only add in my frustration, causing another year to go by without his required updated insurance exam.

Nurse Vivian ushered Patient X into my office at the end of the hall, having passed Dr Jacoby’s office he became confused; Patient X asked the nurse why he was passing his Dr’s office. The nurse assured him it was nothing to be alarmed about, she guided him into my office and had him take a seat. Once Patient X was seated, Nurse Vivian informed him that Dr Jacoby wouldn’t be able to see him and that I would see him instead. The nurse told me the patient appeared not only nervous but slightly frightened at the idea of a female Dr! If he was frightened at the idea, could you begin to imagine his fright when he nudged my anger towards explosion?

I suppose Patient X had decent reason to have flushed cheeks and a sense of humiliation, he will be telling a female Doctor about his “problem”. This problem of his is one that only Dr Jacoby knew about, an issue that was not just sensitive but also very embarrassing. This particular patient was well known for being a “ladies man” in our very small city, even though he was married to a beautiful faithful lady.  The office often jokes that his wife placed a “dick curse” on him after one too many affairs.

As Nurse Vivian turned to leave the office, Patient X stopped her with his hand.   “Nurse? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so pathetic earlier or as if I doubt Dr Hex’s ability to do a great job with my little problem. It’s just that when you told me I would be seeing her instead of Dr Jacoby, well, I suppose I was nervous.” The nurse looked over to Patient X with warm eyes and a knowing smile, “It’s quite OK. I know how startling it can be to schedule with one Doctor and see another instead. If I can ease your mind a bit though, Dr. Hex is amazing with this problem you’re having. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this before, but she’s cured many of these cases with her progressive treatment plan.” Patient X looks up to Nurse Vivian with amazement and a feeling of relief, “You mean, I may walk out of here today… cured?”, he asks. Nurse takes his hands into hers. “I promise you.” She warmly smiles “You’re going to walk out of here today a new man. To make sure you get the full treatment she offers, keep a very open mind. I know that her method is a tad unconventional for most offices, but we aren’t like most offices.”  Nurse Vivian lets go of his hands, and softly places them back into his lap. She pats his right shoulder and walks to the door to leave the patient alone in Doctor Hex’s office. He sighs with relief as the door closes behind her and begins to relax for the first time in many years. An end of this situation was finally in sight, he probably thought to himself. His money would be well spent and his insurance file updated without the humiliating issue making an appearance one more year.

Patient X is left alone in my office to wonder about the many treatments I offer and what his solution may be. A mixture of anticipation and excitement washes over him, he almost feels euphoric from the happiness as his thoughts race. Happiness for him was about to turn into an abundance of bliss, although he had no idea what is headed his way.  From the security camera at the nurses station, I could see him visually scanning the items in my office. If you ever wondered what the Dr is doing while you’re on the exam table or in their private office, like Patient X, we are watching you on CCTV. Yes, we see when you go through the medical drawers and steal our lube that’s meant for the internal exams we give. Yes, we see you take tongue compressors (popsicle sticks) and draw faces at the ends to entertain fussy children. We see it all, the funny and disgusting. Hell, we even write it in your files for laughs later. Patient X wasn’t going through my jars, drawers or helping himself to the bottles of lube; instead, my patient was looking closely at the art on my walls.

I do love a man interested in art, but this isn’t just any ole art you may find in a Dr’s office. Patient X wasn’t just any man looking over the paintings on the wall either, he’s a man of refined deviant tastes. If I had to guess, I would say that he wasn’t expecting to see my many artistic renderings of male genitalia hanging from my office walls. I’m sure he didn’t think he would see the models of large and small cocks on the shelves either. He not only noticed them, he also took interest in them and apparently their size too. I do think he was horrified to find that the specimens in the jars on display were exactly what he possibly assumed, male testes. Castration is an old “specialty” of mine, something I had to retire when I no longer could keep up with the demand. I may not provide this elective (but much required service), to the deviant men in my office, but I do like to look at my handy work and for them to see it too. I can’t say that Patient X felt the same about those tiny destroyed balls that are floating around in my jars, but I had his undivided attention with them. That must mean something, right?

Just as Patient X attempted to touch the jars, to pick them up and look closer – I walked in. I had been observing him via CC TV, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to say, “Please don’t smudge the glass, Sir.” Which I promptly said with a stern voice, as I entered the office and shut the door behind me. The Patient stumbled back a few steps, tripping over his own feet and landing safely on the chair. Walking behind the desk to look at his file, I began to soften my voice “Mr Peon, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I extended my hand to shake his but with a certain sternness to ensure my place of superiority above him. I needed him to know I am as good, if not better than Dr Jacoby. I needed him to know I am taking charge of his problem today. “I do apologize about Dr Jacoby’s last minute cancelation with you today. I’m sure you’re more comfortable seeing him but as you can see from the art and those jars, I do specialize in the betterment of mens lives.” Mr Peon (aka Patient X), nervously shifted around in his seat when I said the word “betterment”. I’m not so sure he believed me, but I knew that by the time he walked out of my office he would.

As a way to show Mr. Peon that I am comfortable discussing his issues, I reclined back in my chair and left the file open upon my desk.  It may seem silly but I have found this to allow the patients to talk to me as though we’re friends. People open up more to friends than their Dr. Maybe it’s the formal setting or maybe it’s because they feel judged by just being there. Normally the patient relaxes a bit, unbuttons their suit coat or loosens their tie. Quickly they forget the worry and formalities and often slip into a friendly conversation with trust. Mr Peon wasn’t like most patients though, having a female Dr looking over his medical file made him insecure. This is also the point that I noticed he wasn’t just curious about the specimen jars, but also what his file said. He began wriggling around and stretching his neck, he wanted to catch a glimpse of what Dr Jacoby had written about him.  I leaned in towards my desk to peer into the file, lowering my glasses I look down at the file and then up at him. “It appears your file is very out of date, Mr Peon. Now, this isn’t by any error on our part, this is YOUR error. Do you know why, Mr Peon? Do you know why this error falls upon you and only you?” I sit up straight in my chair, I take my glasses off and lay them upon the file. Mr Peon looks at me nervously and then at the file, his eyes darting between the both. He seemed unsure whether to speak up for himself and question my accusation, or to sit there and take the verbal humiliation. I decide the best action is a direct one; I get out of my chair, push it in and walk to the front of my desk. I could see Mr Peon swallow hard and that sweat had begun to bead on his brow, he was officially nervous. I also had managed to make myself angry, and I think he sensed from the tone of my voice that I meant business.

“I … I don’t know what I did wrong. I’m not sure what my error is, Dr Hex.” he said nervously with a slight stutter. Looking at him as I leaned back upon my desk, “Your error and again one that you and you alone had made, is that you consistently made your appointments but never once bothered to cancel or g-d forbid – SHOW UP!”  Now I have his full attention. “Do you know how many times Dr Jacoby stayed here waiting on you? Do you know how many pages are in this file that were unnecessarily filled out for you? Do you even care, Mr Peon?” and with my anger causing my words to grow more tense, I took a deep sigh and walked back to my intercom system.“Nurse. I would like you to take our patient into exam room 3.” Nurse Vivian quickly responded that she would be with us in a moment.

Leaving the office to go into the exam room, I began to wonder what I could do to Mr Peon. In order to ensure he would keep up with his scheduled appointments, I had to rectify the situation while he was here. On one hand I could do the basic run through, chastise him a bit about being a complete fuck off about his appointments. On the other hand, I had free-reign today with him and our time together. After all, who would tell on me? I knew I needed to release my pent-up aggression and I knew Mr Peon is pathetic enough to endure it. Before I opened up the exam room to prep it, my mind had been made up. Today I’m going to solve Mr Peon’s problem and our issue with him keeping his appointments.  I quickly took out a few cock props from the false floor in toy chest, that I kept full of random trinkets for “good boys”. I always sigh with relief when I see it’s not been discovered, my career would end if it had. I looked at the mixture of dildos; I had the tiniest of pricks to the largest, blackest cocks one could find for sale and I had the harness I use to attach them. I wasn’t about to allow Mr Peon to marvel at them with his eyes, or manipulate how they were going to be used either. No, this patient wouldn’t get it that easy. Instead, he was going to get fucked as though which ever cock I chose, were physically attached to my body. After carefully displaying the dicks by size, I took out a few candles and lit them nearest the counter where my computer is. Now I had to quickly find the nurse with the patient. I must intercept them both before she discovers my set up, by following protocol and taking him into the room herself.

I found nurse Vivian in the hallway, she was making small talk with our male nurse Sebastian.“Oh there you are! I really feel like Mr. Peon is on edge because of the situation with Dr Jacoby. I believe its best that I make small talk and ease him into the exam room. Don’t you?” I said to her with a reassuring glimpse.  “um well, sure. I mean, yes absolutely do what you feel is best for him.” Nurse Vivian responded. I didn’t want to give her a second chance to rethink it or to feel like she should not have agreed to let me. I opened the door to my office, and found Mr Peon nervously sitting on my leather sofa with his hands folded in his lap. He appeared stunned to see me standing in the door way, with one hand on the door handle and the other hand firmly on my hip. I made sure to move the lab coat aside so he could see my skirt. “Mr Peon, I decided that I wanted to walk you into the exam room myself. I’m sure that’s not an issue with you.” I said sternly and slightly annoyed. I wanted him to begin to feel he was in trouble. I wanted Mr Peon to understand that I was going out of my way, because he is such a pain in my ass. Little did he know that I soon would be a very large pain in his ass, literally. “Yes, Doctor of course” he stuttered. Looking at him with a warm light in my eyes,“You will leave your items in here, they are safe and will just take up space in the exam room. That room is small enough as it is, and we are going to need all the room we can spare.” I leaned close to him as I said the last part. I needed him to feel my warm sweet breath on his neck. I needed him to feel my presence getting closer. I needed him to know I controlled him, even now.

Mr Peon began to trip over his own feet, the second he walked out of the office door. I had him walk in front of me a few steps, I wasn’t about to let his nerves cause him to escape. Sure, I could have walked in front of him, swaying my hips and flirtatiously turning around to smile. I’m sure that would have been cause enough to not run away frightened. Today though, I’m not in a flirty seductive mood. I am going to manipulate him in different, many ways. This man, if I can call him that, doesn’t deserve seduction by the way of swaying hips and a come hither smile. He deserves a stern presence lingering behind him, almost pushing him to the exam door with a glare. Now, I wasn’t going to deny him the right of viewing my full hips swerving, swaying and shaking; he would see the movements I make with them, but more in a thrusting sense. When we reached the end of the hallway, I glanced back as I wanted to see his last moment of innocence.

It only took a split second for my patient, Mr Peon to notice the deviant display within the exam room. I’m not sure if his jaw dropped first or if it were his eyes lighting up. I guess I expected a man running for the hills and not a deer in the headlights. I’m pleased with his expression though, as this means his submission will be much easier than anticipated.“Is there a problem Mr. Peon?” I asked him. He stammered for a moment, almost as though the wind had been knocked from him and simultaneously he was tongue tied. Breathlessly, he managed to utter.“No. No, there isn’t any issue here. I, well I guess I… (he trails off) I just haven’t ever seen a Doctors exam room like this before.” He catches his breath. “I’m not trying to be rude, please don’t think that. I might be naive this or something.” He says quietly, bowing his head in shame.“I promise though, I have an open-mind and I do want my problem solved, not just addressed. I trust you completely.” It seems Mr Peon isn’t so scared after all, but maybe a tad bit overwhelmed.

I smile, my eyes flickering in the light. I’m intrigued with Mr Peon, in the dirtiest ways. My stressful week, the upset because my shortened weekend and all my personal problems were about to halt for a bit, thanks in part to Mr Peon. I hope he’s as grateful (in the end) of our time together, as I am for having him here. As he stood close to the exam table, almost leaning against it, I edged closer to his body. My lab coat is unbuttoned and my breasts are pushing through. I brush my long curly hair off my shoulder and allow it to cascade down my back. I smile wickedly because I know I’m pulling him into my “space”. He steps back and his heel bangs against the steel table. He’s nervous. He’s anxious. He’s lusting for me. “Mr Peon, I want you to take your belt off and hand it to me.” I whisper in his ear. He shivers from my breath automatically and without hesitation he takes his belt off. The leather feels warm from his body heat, as he places it in my hands. I fold the belt and snap it, a smile lights up my face. “Did your parents ever do this to frighten you? Did it make your ass clench?” I asked. He looked down at his shoes, his hands trying to keep his pants from falling down around his ankles. “Yes, they would do that but my mother was the one to deliver the whipping.” He sadly mentioned. “She frightened me. I would hide under the bed and watch her walk around looking for me, to beat me. Her heels were so loud on the hardwood floor. I would hide under there watching her pace around looking for me.”

Knowing now that Mr Peon had been a victim of his mothers restless anger, I feel I have a decent idea on the cause of his “problem”. “Mr Peon, I know now what the cause of your problem is” I said as I moved as close as I could to him. I slid my lab coat off and let it hit the floor with the belt that was in my hands. I stood in front of him, wearing only my camisole and black pencil skirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra under the satin camisole either, the excitement of the moment and the feel of satin made my nipples poke through. I placed both of my hands on his hips, moving his hands away from them. I pushed my left leg in between his, separating and spreading them with my thigh. With my bent knee I grazed against his balls and cock, I moved my thigh back and forth slowly causing his dick to swell. Finally I rested cheek against his, as I wanted him to feel me and to submit to my desires completely. Into his ear I whispered “It’s time we fixed your little problem, Mr. Peon. Don’t you think so too?” Being so close to him I could feel his heart pounding through his shirt. HIs pulse began to quicken while his breathing deepened, it was time to begin treatment.

-Dated March 13th, 2017-

Want to know how it ends? Does Dr. Lilith Hex solve Mr Peon’s problem? Does Dr. Hex let it slip that she moonlights as a Mistress to Chicago’s elite? Will Mr Peon keep his appointments from now on? Continue to check this site for the rest of Mr. Peon’s visit to the Doctor.

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A moment in the life of a Chicago Illusions’ sissy house slave

Told by Huntress Sapphire

Chicago Illusions’ sissy house slave kit

I just received the most intriguing gift, an app controlled butt plug. What a most delightful gift! I received my new toy from a long distance slave. He thinks that I might want to try it out here, before we have our face time session. I think that’s a terrific idea. I have my cute little sissy maid coming in for weekly house slave duties. She will be coming in soon and I will be trying it on this hot little sissy.  Poor little thing! I’ll have to put a diaper on that very excited bitch. I think I’ll play a little game with our dear little sissy; she will be busy with her domestic duties but when she would least expect it, I would turn it on. This house slave is going to love sissy Saturday’s a hole lot more. I love this new toy! Now that the butt plug has arrived, I’m truly looking forward to long distance whore training. This session just got a lot more exciting. Thank you my dirty whore! Your ass is in for it. So, make sure you’re ready.

Huntress Sapphire’s sissy sally on Sissy Saturdays

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My Master Part 2, give into her Dominant

Told by Miss Lola

Miss Lola’s paddle

     It has been a week and I cannot get Him out of My head. I can’t even find words to do justice the few moments I spent with Him. His voice was that unlike anything I had heard before. His voice commanded my attention. None of my slaves look me in the eye and it is a rare circumstance if they have to at my order. This Man though had eyes that looked so deep into mine it was as if He was searching for my soul. He seemed amused slightly at my boldness to look at Him right back. I could see women at other tables glancing at Him and breaking eye contact or looking down when His eyes met theirs. Not me. In the animal kingdom the only animals that meet eyes are Alphas and I was not a beta nor would I behave like one. I know this is not the middle of the jungle of course but it was a primal hunting ground in its most elegant form.

      I can still smell His scent in my skin like He marked me in some invisible form. I can still feel His arm when He appeared out of nowhere attacking my senses. I know a Dominant when I see one. So many portray that they are when they wouldn’t know a Dominant if they walked right into them. You see their slaves disobedient, gossiping, with other Dominants, untrained, abused, neglected or worse they toss their arrogance around with diarrhea of the mouth about how Powerful they are. I always approach such arrogance and smile and give a slight chuckle and leave this thought to shame them “Being a true Dominant is like being a King. If you have to tell them that you’re the King, then you’re really not.” I make it a point to look them dead in their eyes, I am in their space not disrespectfully but enough to thrust into them be mindful and be respectful of the craft and the lifestyle. 

      I needed some air. I summoned my slave and told him we were going out for dinner and to put on a fresh shirt and jacket from the pairs I put in his closet. I enjoyed clearing my head and relaxing without obsessing of Him. The smell of my rich red wine, the tenderness of my steak and how fresh my salad was with its colorful greens with red tomatoes and the deep orange of the carrots was pleasing to my senses. My slave was joyfully going on about the new chastity he ordered and the many features it entailed. I had to smile, he was like a child excited about a new toy. 

     Suddenly it hit me. His smell. I wasn’t imagining it. It was literal, the command it took was striking to me. I knew it. I have finally gone mad, but no, wait. I know that voice. I turned slightly to my left and there He was walking to a table with a tiny dainty young lady trailing behind him. I saw how he pulled out her chair, took her coat and purse and handed it to the host. I saw as He gazed down at the menu she just fumbled with hers and just stared at Him with such adoring loving eyes. His wife perhaps? No. He never was wearing a ring and neither is she. Girlfriend perhaps. She doesn’t seem His type she is not collected enough, she fumbles and fidgets far too much like a little nervous wreck. I see the waitress come back and the young lady never utters a word. He orders, she doesn’t protest in the slightest and seems content with whatever is asked of the server. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. As I walk past trying not to be obvious it hits my ears when the young lady speaks. “Master, may I be excused to use the restroom.” I knew it! It was worse than I thought. I had become infatuated not with Joe Shmoe but with another Dominant. Its official I am in hell. 

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My Master Part 3

Miss Lola’s My Master Part 3

        It wasn’t until the third “Miss Lola.” it occurred to me that I was so lost in thought of Him (my Master) I was completely neglecting to answer my intercom and  my  poor secretary was in a frenzy about a shipment mistake. I was inclined to tell her to deal with it and stop panicking like an adolescent; however I am not in the business of giving into panic. I can hear it now “Miss Lola the break room is on fire!” I would shake my head and say “Well David telling me and the rest of us screaming does no help does it? No. Get a fire extinguisher, call 9-1-1 or pull the panic lever.” Not that circumstances of that nature occur in my office I enjoy a stern yet calm environment. I am not the type of woman that entertains chaos. I get up calmly and exit to go deal with the issue personally and of course it is a minor issue and a simple one to fix. (Surprise there huh.)

        I got home after a nice long commute and found my sweet sissy slave ready and waiting at the door on his hands and knees his diamond collar around his neck, platinum chastity device polished without a single mark on it. Good boy he hasn’t been toying with it. At least someone is listening to me today. He greets me and presents his leather leash that looks clean and polished. He is so detailed it warms my heart. He asks me what type of day I have had and as soon as he hears the sigh he rushes to assist me in siting and takes his place at my feet on his black satin pillow to begin massaging my feet as I ramble on about my day. I was halfway through describing my rising desire to choke a business partner before it occurs to me that I was thinking of Him again. He had no part in my day but yet I was wishing that He was. My slave detected the change in my speech and asked if he could do anything to help me relax. The answer was no. My sweet sissy slave had already done his domestic servitude the house was immaculate you could eat off the floors, he was a vision of perfect mannerisms and behavior he was perfection but it was my own mind that needed tending to. 

            I sat and had the perfect little sweet sissy slave sitting at my feet, collared, leashed, chastity, massaging and worshipping me after a long day of work for both of us and yet here I was thinking of Him. I pictured that frumpy young lady that was with Him the other night. It wasn’t until the restroom I got to really look at her. I cant say she was very much to look at but it might just be me being critical. She was not sexually attractive there was no appeal to her. I found myself asking why her? What is her silent appeal? Is she special to Him? Does she serve with a willing heart or does she simply look to merely belong to someone for validation of her existence. I had no business obsessing like this I needed a distraction. I am not a woman who covets objects, opportunities let alone a person and yet here I was. I had it all I was the most powerful  business woman in Chicago, hell even men wanted to be me or at least be in my presence. Who is this small frail, tea sandwich of a young lady still wet behind her ears have that I do not? Ok Lola get it together. You know what you need to do. 

 “David.”

 “Yes Mistress?” 

“Bring me my phone, laptop, wallet and go get the suitcases. “ 

In one swift motion he was up and running. A project is just what I need to stop thinking of Him (my Master) and a little change of scenery will do David and I well. I just hope the office doesn’t go up in flames for real while I take a few days to get my mind together.

This is not over Miss Lola has yet another tail about My Master or to see if you are part of this fantasy call

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Body Worship 101

Miss Reyna’s Body Worship 101

By Miss Reyna

For Mistresses such as myself, there are very few things that provide as much pleasure as body worship executed properly by an eager, yet disciplined submissive. Allow me to take you into one of my sessions where I will show you what it feels…sounds…and even tastes like to worship a Goddess’ body to full effect… :

I enter the room, and you are already anticipating my arrival. You are kneeling on the lacquered, wooden floor, eyes cast downward…possibly in respect for my Dominance over you or perhaps even in fear or hesitation in becoming overly excited. I’ll soon find out as we get to know each other’s bodies. For now I can only perceive based on your slightly trembling body and quickening of breath that it is, in fact, that you are overcome with anticipation and therefore the thought of lifting your eyes to me before I address you is too much to bear.

This puts a satisfied smile on my face. You are already doing well.

“You may greet me,” I tell you. You lean forward and gently kiss the toe of my left shoe and then my right one. They are tall, patent leather boots that are shiny, smooth, and cool on your lips. You look up at me, seeking my approval for a proper greeting of a Mistress. I look directly into your eyes and smile, nodding before I walk over to the big, leather bed in its four-poster metal frame and take my seat at its edge. I lean my head back and stretch out my neck, letting my hair fall softly past my shoulders and along my back…fully aware that you are watching me, waiting for instruction.

“Come here, on your knees,” I demand, though somewhat quietly; I don’t see a need to reprimand or chastise you (yet).

You crawl over to where I’m seated at the edge of the bed, and I tell you to unlace and remove my boots. You do so, carefully and slowly so as not to damage my boots nor rush the exquisite feeling you get from releasing my feet from the leather. The soft pressure giving way to the slip of the loosened boots over my pantyhose-encased feet is fluid…sensual…and evocative of another kind of release of pressure…

“Stop,” I tell you curtly. You start as you snap back to reality and realize how lost you had become in sensation. The price you will pay for losing focus is up to me. Of course, becoming absorbed with feeling and sensation are not bad things—it is, in fact, one of my goals as a Mistress…to take you completely out of your head and into the world of feeling and the body. However, I want this to be in my control and at my discretion; you haven’t yet earned that pleasure. So, I decide, you will spend the next ten minutes polishing my boots. I explain this to you, and you go to work with the supplies found under the bed, cleaning and polishing to my satisfaction.

“Now,” I say, “I know you will remember to stay focused with me this time.” Out of nowhere, I grab your hands and bring them to my bare feet.

“Touch,” I say.

The quickness with which I had snatched your hands and pressed them to my body surprises you, and actually leads you to wonder whether I am also becoming impatient and anxious for your touch on my skin. You slowly stroke my feet, feeling the silky, soft pantyhose stretched tight over my feet and ankles. Your hands slide slowly up each leg and you increase your pressure, massaging—worshipping—my legs.

You are doing well once again, and you will be rewarded.

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David’s a sissy now, Part 1 of sissification

Sissification

David’s a Sissy now  – Part 1 sissification

My brother is once again having friends over after school. I have no idea why my parents allow this, they are so loud when they are here. I’ve seen David leaving my room several times lately, but I never confront him. I don’t know what I’d say if I did confront him. I’m not too sure what he’s doing while he’s in My room. Everything appears to be the same as it was when I left it, when I go in afterwards. Is he snooping? Is he putting on my clothes? This time I will catch him, I am determined. In order to catch him though, I have to get crafty right now. I’m situating myself in My bedroom closet. He can’t see Me from where I’m crouched. Even if he opens up the doors and starts to look around, he won’t be able to spot Me.

Within moments, just as I had anticipated, David is in my room. He must’ve excused himself from my brother’s “man-cave”, by saying that he had to use the bathroom. The nice bathroom is right next door to My room. I’m guessing that this must be his typical excuse to get upstairs and in My room. Anyone wondering what’s taking him so long, would just assume he’s having issues going to the bathroom. David has crafted the perfect alibi. From inside this closet I can hear him opening My dresser drawers. I bet his heart is pounding from excitement. I have to cover My mouth with My hands to keep from laughing from nervousness . Poor David, he has no idea what he’s gotten himself into today.

I peek through the slats in the closet door and I can see David quietly rummaging through my panty drawer. He’s not sniffing My panties like I had assumed he would, instead he seems to be stealing them. Wait, David’s not stealing them. I think he’s pushing them into his underwear and jerking off. Okay, this is officially not what I had anticipated catching him doing. I thought for sure David was a dirty panty sniffer. Hmmm, I wonder what he gets out of this? Is he thinking about how they feel on my skin, while he’s doing this? Is he thinking how they would feel against his body all day long in his classes? I wonder if he thinks about wearing satin panties while he hangs out with his “bros” without them knowing his secret? I will have to change things up a bit today, because this is very amusing to Me.

David is hunched over with one hand on the panty drawer and the other with My panties balled up in his hand. I fling open the closet door and stand sternly with both hands on My hips. “David, what the fuck are you doing with My underwear?” I asked him in my harshest tone. He jumps back and drops the panties down into his gym shorts. He throws both of his hands up into the air, as if he’s under arrest. “Um I … I had no idea you were here.” He stammers. “I wouldn’t have come in here. I mean, FUCK. I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t be in here. I can’t help it. ” His face drops and he stares at his feet. “ I’m so sorry Lily. Please, please, please don’t tell your brother!”. David stammers out, on the verge of tears. For a moment it seems as though he may just drop to his knees and beg Me.  I am staring at him, part with sympathy and part with utter contempt. I have no idea what to do with him or this entire incident that is now unfolding in front of Me.

“I bet you don’t want Me to tell. I bet you really hope I won’t say anything to My parents or My brother, right?”I step closer and I’m now invading his personal space.  “Do you know what they’d think of you if I told them about this?” I point to the bulge growing in his pants. “My brother would kick your ass! “ Now he’s trembling and the look of defeat has washed over his face. “That’s of course, if I don’t kick it first!” I yell. Now My voice is trembling, only it’s with excitement and aggression unlike his. Who would have thought that I would have David Black, high school quarter back and all around big shot, trembling with fear.

I’ve always wanted to get back at David for being a cheater to my best friend, Marissa. It looks like I finally have my chance. He will have no choice but to do exactly what I tell him. No matter what I say or do to him, he won’t be able to tell on Me without telling on himself first. I bet Marissa would pay big money to see him like this! A raging hard-on poking from his shorts and his face as red the satin panties in his hand, David is every bit humiliated . Unfortunately she’s just gonna have to settle for the story not the actual scene, unless of course I can find my phone to record it. As I stand in front of David, my heart racing double time and my head swarming with deviant ideas, I know what I have to do.

“I can find a way to resolve this, David. I can find a resolution without involving anyone else.” David stays silent and stares blankly for a moment, I’m not sure he believes what I’ve just said.  I decide his non-answer is still an answer.  I step onto his feet and now My feet are now on top of his. David will be going nowhere fast.

“What do you want to do? I mean, what are you going to do to me? I’ll do anything, anything you want – as long as you won’t tell anyone about this. No one can know, Lily. I will lose everything and all my friends will hate me if they know about this. I can’t help it. This isn’t something I want to do” I stop his rambling. “What do you mean you can’t help it?” I ask him as he’s looking at Me pitifully. “I can’t help who I am and I can’t help what I love” he says. “So who are you then David? (I slink closer to him) Or should I say, what are you?” I say quizzically but with total seriousness.”I am not trying to be demeaning or rude David, only just ruthless and unforgiving. I want you to know that I don’t allow people that aren’t friends into my private bubble, and especially boys, David!” He looks around for a second and then stares at my feet, which are still weighing down on his. “I’m just a bitch I guess” he says solemnly. “A bitch?” I shriek, almost in a fit of laughter. “How are YOU a bitch? I mean, you’re an asshole, I will give you that much (I place My hand over his that holds the panties) and you’re a panty thief, but a bitch I don’t know about that.”  Tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. “I’m a bitch because I’m not the man people think I am. I am not stealing your panties because of you, Lily. I’m stealing them because I’m too embarrassed to buy my own. I want panties of my own but where could I keep them?” he says defeated. For a moment I feel pity, but then I snap back to reality. “You’re not a bitch David, you’re a sissy and today you’re MY sissy.” I smile sadistically at David and finally step off his feet.

I waited to see if he sighed with relief from My weight being lifted from his feet. I would be so upset if he acted like I was heavy, when I only weight 115 pounds. He doesn’t though, instead he smiles back, and that was not expected at all. “What are you so smiley about, David?” I ask him in a sing song voice. As I begin to run my hands over the bulge in his shorts with My nails dragging against the nylon, I could feel wetness seep through them. “Did you like getting caught David? (I lean in, My breasts against his chest) I’m sure you knew one day it would happen. Do you like it when I run My hands all over you? I bet you do. Or maybe you’re getting wet because I called you a …. (My whisper is almost a hiss) … sissy.” David quivers, he can’t contain himself at the first “S”. He looks at Me wide-eyed, his dick throbbing within My hand. “Yes, I like the word (he grunts), sissy.” I put My face as close to his as I can, our noses are now touching while My lips graze his. I rub My lips against his softly. “Tell me you’re a sissy not a bitch. Say it David. Say to Me you’re a Sissy not a bitch!”

David’s cock is hard and he’s beginning to sweat, and it’s not because he thinks he’s in trouble. He’s hard because I am enjoying this. With My lips still close to his, I lean back a bit so I can see into his eyes. “David, I want you to take off your basketball shorts.” He seems to hesitate for a second, unsure what I will do with him near nude in my bedroom. “I want to see you without your shorts on, David. Once they hit the floor, I’ll let you know why.” I say to him softly. He slips his shorts down to his ankles, My panties he’s tried to hide also fall. His eyes dart around after noticing the panties are exposed, the shame has returned. I step back and examine him, slapping his hands away as he tries to hide his dick. “There’s no need to cover yourself, David. It’s not like you have much to hide anyway!” I cackle. His face is fifty shades of red now with his hands shaking at his side. I kick My panties with My right foot and point to them with My long red nails. “Pick them up.” David bends down and picks up My panties. “Now, (I step closer) put them on.”

David struggles to get them over his athletic thighs, the satin sides of the panties stretch to capacity. I think he may break them but then again, that’s half the fun. Once David has them on, I can see the wet spot forming from his excited dick. “Oh my God, David! (I point) Your pussy is getting so wet!” I shriek. He looks at Me confused. “My pussy?” he asks. “Yes, your pussy! If you’re a sissy then you can’t have cock, can you?” I ask him. It dawns on him finally, like a breakthrough of some sort. “You’re right. I guess, I guess I wasn’t thinking.” He says. I laugh and put my hands together. “That’s the problem David, you never think things through. Starting today that is going to change, I think so at least. I hope so, for your sake at least.”

The panties on David are wet from pre-cum and his tight ass fills them out quite nicely. I complement him and spank his cheeks with My bare hands as I walk around him, examining every inch of his flesh. “I want you to bend over, David. I want to see what your pussy looks like when you’re touching your toes, while wearing MY panties.” He bends over and I step so close to his ass that I thrust into him. “Oops! I guess I better start watching how close I step towards you.” I giggle. As David starts to stand back up, I push him down to touch his toes again. “I didn’t say you could stand up, did I?” yelling at him seems to work a bit, because he is now gripping his toes. I lean onto his back, My breasts pressed firmly onto him and I run my nails sharply down his arms. “You’re going to stay like this until I tell you otherwise.” Goosebumps are forming on his arms from my touch. “I want you to feel exposed, David. I want you to feel just as violated as I did, when I caught you in My room. I want you to feel humiliated and vulnerable, David. Today (I move around until I’m standing in front of him) you are going to be all Mine. I am sick of you ignoring Me in the hallways. After today, you are going to be My best girlfriend.” He smiles sheepishly. “Girlfriends? I’ve never been anyone’s girlfriend before.” I look him in his eyes and say sweetly “Today that will be changing.”

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Chicago Illusions’ Latex Fetish Party Part 1: The Discovery

Chicago Illusions’ Latex Fetish Party Part 1: The Discovery of my latex fetish

I have just had the most incredible, intense experience, and all I can do now is go over it in my mind again and again.  Now I must tell you all about it—or I’m afraid the thought of it will never leave my head. Perhaps sharing this fantastical story with you will help it seem more real to me…this thing, this fetish of latex I thought would only ever exist as a fantasy for me.

Let me start by telling you that I’ve long had a fascination with latex and rubber and the skin-tight effect of garments made of it. A small, latex thong is the only latex garment I was ever able to own as it’s the only thing I could keep hold of discreetly. Wearing latex in secret (as titillating as having a sexy secret can be…) never really satisfied me though. I began searching online for ways to explore this fetish and maybe even a partner to explore it with. Then I found them…the Ladies of Chicago Illusions.

My heart began to race and my palms sweat with excitement as I read more about  Chicago Illusions and their local latex parties  and private events. I will admit…I became so excited that I reached over to the bottom drawer of my desk and dug around impatiently for my favorite latex toy…a shiny, latex butt plug that filled me with pleasure and, in combination with the photos of the gorgeous women clad in skin-tight latex, made me climax almost instantly upon pushing it inside of me.

Several weeks later after an excruciating wait, it was finally time to meet the Ladies of Chicago Illusions, and I could hardly contain my excitement. My full, latex outfit was ready, and I savored every aspect of putting it all together and on… Pulling the long, black, shiny latex stockings onto my feet, up my ankles, over my knees, and finally snapping them snuggly onto my thighs was a delicious experience in and of itself. In combination with the short, latex mini-skirt, crop top and hood, I was in ecstasy already, and I hadn’t even arrived at the dungeon yet.

To be continued….

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Miss Lola’s Forced Feminization Blog
Part 1: Let the training begin

Miss Lola’s Forced Feminization Blog

Part 1: Let the training begin of Forced Feminization

I don’t have employees who fly by, if you make the cut you stay for many years. I have a staff of fifty of the most classy, powerful, and aggressive ladies in the city of Chicago. I have the biggest and most successful advertising and marketing agency in the Midwest and we are expanding and I have a new hire coming in for intense training and I know through this training how hard they will work to get the job done.

In walks my new muse my sweet Victor. I see my partner Miss Scarlet leading him as he follows Her like a love struck puppy. His eyes fixated on Her long statuesque legs, lace stocking, red and gold high heels with her perfect red manicured toes peeping through the front of her peep toes. He is smiling and cheesing like a child at the circus who is ready to play all the games and take home all the prizes. Well he is going to play all the games that is for sure. As he takes his seat I drink him in. His skin is nice and smooth, like I could lick it like an ice cream cone, cool and smooth. His hair is neat and short, its combed and clean that’s always a good look. Not that it will matter later but a good look none the less. His nails are short but clean, not as nice as I want but nice none the less. I can work with them. He has delicate hands. I have been flirty in my mannerisms with him, he thinks he is the big man today meeting with Me.

I lay it all out before him, contracts, forms, insurance, pay rate, schedule and he signs and signs and signs. Only a fool signs without reading but I threw such big numbers at him I could of asked for his first born and the idiot would have signed away that too. I had my partner Miss Scarlet take his files and I went to put them in his employee folder for safe keeping in my armour. I see from the mirror on my wall Miss Scarlet makes Her move. She is whispering in his ear and he has his eye go as wide as silver dollars. I saunter my way back to the desk and see She has planted the seed.

I take a seat next to Her as She sits in his little black leather chair with our feet on either arm of the chair. I know as I look over him exactly what I want from him. I want him in lingerie, I want him clean shaved all over, I want manicured hands and feet, I want contouring on his fresh sweet skin, I want a wig with long spiral locks. I underneath he is in lace cut out panties so Miss Scarlet or Myself can have our way with him at any moment. I know this transformation may have some resistance but how much could he really resist from two powerful Goddesses as ourselves. I look over at Miss Scarlet and the look on Her face as She smiles a wicked sexy grin of the fantasy She is playing in her head gets my nipples hard and I feel my pulse rising. She planted the seed She got him in here She has been teasing him via email for days.

“So, Victor, Miss Scarlet and I have Friday night at 7:00pm and Saturday night at 8:00pm free to begin training of his forced feminization. Which time will you take?” I leave him two options the last option I will ever give him again.

He looks quizzically at us and slightly puzzled before he responds with “Those options are two days away. Can we start now?” The color that rises in Miss Scarlet’s face says it all. She is ready to start now as well. She glances in My direction and smiles. “Now? Absolutely! I will send a car for you at 5:30pmand it will take you to meet Miss Lola and I.”

XOXOX,

   

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Sissy Lissy: Part 1

SLAP! The left side of my ass cheek was burning. I could feel a sting like fire and a giggle come from above me. I turned my head knowing exactly who it was. “Good Morning Miss Reyna! You little sadist you.” I could see the smile on my roommates face as she smiled ear to ear knowing I would have a nice red mark for the day right on my ass thanks to her. “I made breakfast fruit bowls and coffee.” she declared in her singsong voice. I am so not the morning person and usually neither is she but today is a good morning. One more day and we have a fabulous seven day vacation. Bags are packed, we leave tomorrow night and we cant wait.

I grabbed my black slacks, tossed a sheer blouse over it and threw on my sling backs. No fancy clothes today. I am ready to get out of that stuffy office. Miss Reyna looked fabulous as always in her peplum dress and peep-toe pumps. I love the red of her toes, so perfect. It’s a great look for the end of a long quarter at work. We hit all our marks and quotas. I looked over at our suitcases and trunks. This will be amazing! We did extra sessions at the Dungeon for the last six months to buy all the new clothes, shoes, first class tickets, hotel, all inclusive package for snorkeling, swimming with dolphins, all access to the clubs and spas we were dying thinking of it. I took one last gulp of coffee and shoved a banana down my throat as Miss Reyna teased me for choking on it in my haste.

We raced past coworkers just throwing casual waves and smiles, it was all business for us today, to our separate offices. We fervently pounded out through emails, faxes, reports and set up things to run smooth while we were gone so we wouldn’t even be missed. Then doom hit, I heard footsteps pounding the floor, I heard that nagging rough 105yr old smoker voice shrieking through the office. If I could have crawled under my desk I would have. I silently chanted in my head, please stay out of my office, please stay out of my office. I heard the knob clatter and all I could think was, oh sissy lissy.

Stomping in, all of 5’3, came my walking, talking pain in the ass. Mr. Leslie swore that he was six feet tall and gods gift. In reality, he was knee high to a ducks dick, his body limp and weak, no muscle tone at all. I could probably throw him over my shoulder. Yes he dressed good, maybe too good, but he was so full of himself the little sissy. “Miss Lola we are in need of your assistance. Actually you and Reyna are needed in this matter. You both did the presentations for the quarter, well we want to hit this one really hard so I need a flash presentation tomorrow morning. I want to see what you two have cooked up. Bring all materials in the morning and be ready at 8:00am. It should be about two hours.” I was in shock and I didn’t know what to tell Miss Reyna but I had a feeling I didn’t have to. I saw sissy lissy’s assistant in her office and the look on her face said it all. She looked past the assistant to me and made a face I knew all too well. What the fuck? I began to protest in a calm, intelligent and professional tone. “Mr. Lissy, with all due respect, Miss Reyna and I have been diligent in adhering to tasks delivered to us and we execute with all energy and focus. As you know, we leave tomorrow afternoon and we needed the morning clear in the event of any emergent events. This presentation presses us to a very hard time management position.” I saw the look in his eyes completely deaf to anything I was saying. He gave a small smirk and nodded in a dismissive manner and said in a very matter of fact tone. “Consider this an emergent event.” UGH!!!! You inconsiderate sissy slut!!! I wanted to choke him. I wanted to hog tie him and stuff him in my closet. Pathetic little whore, how dare he?

As soon as he left the office Miss Reyna was coming in hot and with one hand, my door slammed shut. She and I pitched a fit, last time we did a last minute presentation that was supposed to be an hour, he kept us for three with stupid questions, suggestions and stories of his old glory we didn’t give a damn about. “Seriously, the only way were going get out of this is if we tie and gag him.” Fumed Miss Reyna. In an instant it all made sense what had to happen. I suddenly had an amazing plan, a sexy, sissy, slutty plan. I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. Suddenly Miss Reyna began to gauge me quizzically. I could feel her eyes taking me in. “Good Lord what have you come up with Lola?” I simply smiled and told her. “Let’s relax and get through today so we can leave early and get home. We have a little extra packing to do. Trust me.” She just let out a sigh and went on her way to her office, pouting the whole way.

I was all too focused now on what had to happen next. I have had it with sissy lissy and she is gonna catch it now. Miss Reyna and I practically flew out of the office at a quarter to three. I was in a delightful mood by then. I couldn’t say the same for her though. She was still fire and brimstone. I could tell she was over me and my plan, that I refused to share until we got home. We got in the door and she dropped her bag. “Ok damnit what has you so damn chipper where we face missing our flights?” I coyly took her by the hand a lead her to my bedroom. I sat her in my big black leather chaise. I flung open my closet doors and crawled in. I felt like I was crawling to China until I finally found it. My giant hot pink trunk that weighed a million pounds but it was my pride and joy in situations like this. “I could see Miss Reyna watching confused. I stood before her with my giant trunk, eyes sparkling with devious plans of sissification. She continued to look at me confused. I took my keys, unlocked it, and opened it wide for all its glory to hang out. Oh, the smile that spread across her face was priceless! “Oh, Miss Lola. Yes. Fuck yes. I love your dirty little mind.” I wasn’t done yet. I had a little present I wasn’t going to give her until we got to the resort. She was going to need it now though. I went under my bed and pulled out a beautiful pink box with a thick white bow. I presented her with the box and awaited her reaction. She took off the bow and it was obviously love at first sight as she had a brand new latex harness and a new cyber skin cock for it. Her eyes lit up like it was Christmas! “Miss Lola it’s amazing!!! I can’t wait to shove it inside someone’s ass. I know exactly who is first!”

We were in over drive the rest of the day. I called in a couple house slaves to assist with the packing, loading the car, deep cleaning and anything else we may need. The trunk loaded with all things for vacation. Our backseat was another story it was all things for the presentation we had planned, both of them. I had the house slaves scheduled to come back the day we came back and groceries to be delivered, coming home to a clean home and dinner and our sweet house slaves ready to unpack, wash and tend to us would be a perfect ending to our vacation. The plan was set and we were not going to miss that flight, especially for sissy lissy.

We were awake bright and early, Miss Reyna looking stunning in her black, leather corset with its industrial metal buckles in the front, gold trim, lace garter belt and sheer black thigh highs. She threw on a wrap around dress that with one pull of the belt would be on the floor. So devious. I love it. She was all smiles as she packed her briefcase of everything but files. The lovely strap on belts, cocks, nipple clamps, blindfolds, ball gags; Granted the trunk was in the car but the little things are what count. I pulled out my corsets. I was in a corporal punishment kind of mood. I ended up going for a soft, black corset with silver buckles and zippers that had a thick tie in the back. I paired it with a pencil skirt that hid my garter belt and I had a blouse tie in front so I could remove it quickly if need be. I grabbed my favorite red lipstick and heard Miss Reyna calling me from the living room. I checked myself one last time and headed to the car. I saw Miss Reyna in her lovely glory sitting in the drivers seat smiling. I jumped in the driver seat and sat our coffee cups in the holders. I turned to Miss Reyna, “Let’s give sissy lissy a presentation she wont forget.”

XOXOX,

 

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Divine Domination: Chronicles of A House Pet

Part I

        There is truly nothing more beautiful than a submissive in their true form. I love to watch them vulnerable, exposed and obedient in service. I find this to be heartwarming. This little houseboy I took a particularly keen interest in, as his eagerness to serve was so endearing. I remember our first encounter him begging to be at my feet, scrub my floors & worship. (This of course does not set him apart from any other wanna-be slave, but the tears filling in his eyes at my hesitation to respond were just downright decadent). “Enchantress, please, please I beg of you. I’ll do anything to be yours”, like music to my ears. Watching him kneel there trembling as I looked down upon him from the throne of my great room. Naked in worship pose, mine for the taking to do with what I please. It was such a lovely site. I slowly bent down from my throne and pulled his face close enough for our noses to touch, and when his eyes met mine and I was certain that I had his complete attention, I asked him the most important question of all, “Who do you belong to?” and at that moment all of his trembling stopped. I could see the fear of the unknown dissipate. His pupils were dilated and I could see he was completely taken over by the euphoria of what was to come. His response was sheer perfection. He spoke with more clarity than I had heard since he stepped foot in front of me. “I belong to you Enchantress, and you alone, to be used as you see fit.” It was done. He had submitted fully and was now allowed to worship. The testing period had begun.

XX

 O,

 

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Miss Lola‘s Forced Feminization

Part 2: New Muse

Miss Scarlet and I have the senior sissies get the spa and sissy boudoir fresh and ready for our new muse. It is such a spectacular sight; over twenty-five wigs of human hair, all professionally styled before each use. We can definitely find the right choice each and every time. I had all the closets unlocked and drawers opened with everything ready at our fingertips. The most vast array of shoes all laid out, fresh towels laid out, nail lacquer, make up and every tool needed in its place. Miss Scarlet has the restraints ready in the event we would need them. Leather cuffs, soft to not leave marks, rope to keep the limbs from getting in the way of the transformation, handcuffs, ball gag in case he decides to scream, which wouldn’t matter anyway. The room is sound proof. Candles lit, chandeliers with a soft glow, and wine on ice.

We position ourselves in the sitting room. The setting is perfection. The fireplace roaring and the room nice and warm to begin our evening. Alexandria, my sweet sissy, walks Victor in. I see Victor eyeing my sweet sissy. I can’t blame him; she truly is a vision in her long satin robe that falls to her feet and her pink toes peeking through the bottom. Her ruby studded collar with matching cuffs; the perfect accessories to her green eyes. Her skin so soft, so fresh, lips red and full with her long black hair cascading down her back. My exotic sissy love, I recall the hard time I had with her. She didn’t like the idea of shaving daily and had the worst tantrums when she needed a pedicure for her awful ingrown toe nails. She cried and threw shoes when she couldn’t get her walk perfect in her heels. “They are only a few heels for crying out loud, stop being so damn pathetic Alexandria. How are you ever going to be worthy if you cant even walk. You’ll never get it right on the floor. Get your ass up!” I was so hard on her but she has proven to be the best sissy slave. Nobody who looks at her would ever guess she was not always a “she”. She would sit at Mine and Miss Scarlet’s feet for hours chatting on and on about how she always felt like a woman and never truly felt like a man. She would cry at first during her transformation thinking she was “wrong” or she was not “a real man”. It wasn’t until she saw herself for who she was on the inside that she realized being Alexandria was more her than who she was told she was. Alexandria was so precious because she really truly wanted to be the perfect sissy. She still stays in chastity at all times unless when it is medically necessary to remove it or when catching a plane. She serves very well.  There is no moment when she is dressed as a male. She has left behind that life and has a new one with which she is all smiles. She is an excellent sissy detector. She sees them coming before I do some days. Miss Scarlet spent much more time with her than I did. She was the great manipulator. I just would sit back and watch from the side of the wall and listen to how she so eloquently manipulated the sissies into wigs, make up, waxing, photos, strap on play and the best of all when they dressed properly. She didn’t have to train them but once to always have a collar and cuffs on. Each had two sets so one was always available.

I see Miss Scarlet’s eyes light up with excitement as she exclaims, “Victor. We’re so happy you made it. Have a seat. Would you like a drink?” His eyes shift to the wine and he smiles.

XOXOX,

Miss Lola

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Finding Freedom

It is an emptiness, a hollow feeling deep inside somewhere that is difficult to describe and seemingly impossible to fill. It gnaws at you from within, a tiny itch that grows every day as you go about your normal daily routine. It is a tiny voice that interrupts you at the office, walking down the street or even at the dinner table surrounded by the familiar, asking, ‘Is this it? Isn’t there something more? I want to feel whole. I want to feel alive.’

It was this voice, this unquenched thirst, that first brought me to Illusions, nervous, anxious, longing for a new kind of sensation that could remind me that the world is still as full of wonder and excitement as I once believed it to be. It wasn’t a lack of life experiences that led me down this path. It wasn’t a lack of travel, a lack of culture, nor a lack of lovers or relationships. It was a realization that the ‘norm,’ the “vanilla,” the desk job, the scheduled car pools and play dates, mind-numbing television, artificial social media — none of this was particularly interesting or invigorating. I was stuck in a bubble of my own making. Life was a constant cycle of ennui and disappointment, complacency and longing. I didn’t want to just sip on what life had to offer anymore. My thirst had grown too dire and nothing I did to quench it was enough to satisfy. I wanted to dive headfirst into deep and dark waters of mystery, immerse myself in something new and powerful. I wanted passion.

That’s the thing about limits. We forget to stretch them, or we grow accustomed to the lesson that the boundaries set by society, by those around us, are set to keep us safe. In many ways, they are. But there are those of us who understand that life is not about playing it safe, it is about pushing these boundaries, testing ourselves at every moment so that we may grow. Innovation and inspiration do not come from the safety within a corral, but from what we encounter when we see what is beyond. It is when we push, take risks, try something new that we better understand ourselves, our own experiences and strengths. It is only when we see the world from a new perspective that we can truly appreciate what we have.

The world is made up of dualities, and we cannot truly understand one without the other: victory does not taste as sweet without failure, pleasure is nothing without the experience of pain. A “vanilla” life, a mundane routine, is like lukewarm water or bland food. I wanted more. My biggest wonder now is where I learned that we are not supposed to ask for more. Why do we as a society feel such a need to dictate what is right or wrong, what is deemed okay and what is judged as failure? I was determined to find out what was so wrong about the ‘wrong.’

BDSM was a culture I had yet to experience. It felt as though Lifestyle players were in an entirely different world from mine. My personal exposure had been limited to experimenting with light bondage or superficial spankings with romantic partners, but these experiences always felt off, a cheap masquerade of confusing emotions leaving me with more questions, more emptiness. Nothing felt right, nor did it feel like enough. I was always worried — worried not only about technique but about the consequences of expressing my desires to my partners, my need for more, more, more. I was worried about the stigma attached to ‘sexual deviancy,’ what my cravings said about me.

Working and learning at Illusions, I now understand what was missing. I realize now that there was a lack of knowledge, wisdom and especially a lack of safety. I was missing the major component of trust, and this kept me from truly opening myself to… everything. BDSM is truly a Lifestyle with a code of Honor, Loyalty and Dedication embedded within its core and within the men and women who honor the fact that it is not a world of aberrance, but a space of freedom. Freedom to explore, freedom to be open and honest without consequence, freedom to express who you are and what you want out of life. Freedom to seek, freedom to embrace, and freedom to grow.

It was not until my first one-on-one session with an experienced Mistress as a trainee at the dungeon that I truly felt this freedom. I began with anxiety and fear, but I believed in the trust I had for Her and decided to push myself: to exercise my will, to test my fears, to push the limits of my pain, and to finally let go of all of the control I have always tried so hard to hold onto. I closed my eyes as she placed a blindfold over them and focused only on the sound of her soft yet penetrating voice lulling me into what I can only describe as a meditative trance of extreme mindfulness in which all that mattered was pure sensation. All of my fears subsided as I began to understand. It was an experience involving a connection that was somehow spiritual, healing, rejuvenating. I came out of the session grinning, my muscles loosened, my mind cleared. It was a transformative hour, comparable to a day at the spa complete with a full, deep-tissue massage. I felt powerful. I felt free.

Illusions has since become a safe haven for me. The forceful and foreign energy I first encountered upon stepping into the Dungeon is one of passion, of strength, of community. BDSM is a world where I can fully embrace myself as a woman, as a sexual being, as a human. The experiences and interactions I undergo here are not about the physical pleasure I thought I was seeking, but more so the mental and metaphysical growth and exploration I did not know I needed. It is this liberation and wonder that now drives me every day and which I hope to share with any who have felt this same emptiness that overwhelmed me for so long.

I invite anyone who feels lost, wandering in a cloud of mediocrity, dissatisfied and unsatiated, to break away from the everyday confines that bind you. Let go of the anxieties that plague you when considering all that you are searching for, and quiet the voice within questioning you every step of the way. You are beautiful, you are worthy. There is no need to fear. You, too, are worthy of this freedom. You are worthy of this power.

When you finally allow yourself to let go, it will be like nothing you have experienced before. When you are ready, we will be here waiting.

There is no need to fear. Freedom awaits you. Embrace it.

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The Secret Life of a Dominatrix: The Inside Scoop

“BDSM is an abomination! DOMINATRIXES are evil people with evil intent!” Every time I hear the way individuals bash BDSM I just smirk and demeaningly chuckle at them. The fact of the matter is that none of those idiotic statements are even close to the truth. The truth is that their ignorance is the abomination. No one who TRULY understands BDSM is evil. The misconception is absurd. People compare BDSM and domestic abuse, but in reality, they aren’t even close to the same thing. No real Dominant inflicts pain out of anger. Nothing in BDSM is about being evil or angry. A submissive needs their Dominant. A submissive feels rejuvenated after their session. That probably seems hard to understand but as professional Mistresses, we know how to make the session therapeutic.

We are trained so well that we understand the psychology of the submissive mind from the inside out. There are individuals out there that claim to be “Dominatrixes” and take out their stress on clients. These unprofessional Dominatrixes have no idea what they’re doing and can actually be highly dangerous. Just one simple mistake can easily put someone in the emergency room. Holding the knowledge and experience of BDSM is rare. Being a professional Dominatrix means you are a Mistress, a Goddess, an UNATTAINABLE WOMAN! You must know all implements, all technique, what to do and what not to do. You have to be highly intelligent to be one of Us.

When I walk into Chicago Illusions I walk into paradise. I enter a Castle and Not just any Castle, a Castle where We are all one! Each and every one of Us is to be highly respected and obeyed. We have our submissive’s high on our presence. I’m proud to be a part of our High Class family. It is empowering when I wonder to myself… since there’s only one family like Us, are We endangered or limited edition. All of Us Mistresses are immaculate from head to toe; from Our beautiful hair to Our perfectly pedicured feet. We are kind, interesting, sexy, and stern. We are truly a different breed with no desire to be average. Therefore, We don’t tolerate being treated as if we are average. If anyone uses the wrong tone, or is disrespectful in any way they’re out!

I’ve had people ask me “Doesn’t being a dominatrix affect you?” The obvious answer is no. I enjoy what I do. I know we all love what we do because we’re all Lifestyle Mistresses. We are adrenalized when it comes to having variety and exploring new things. When you can take someone and snatch away their empty habits its literally breathtaking. Having the ability to help someone in a way no average woman can is a real gift. True Mistresses are misunderstood, but our intentions are nothing but sincere. BDSM isn’t all just whips and chains, it’s a wide range of acceptance, encouragement, and letting individuals be their true selves without any judgement! There is honestly no real way to describe our passion for BDSM, you’d have to see it to believe it… and maybe one day you will, if you have the privilege to.

Sincerely,

Mistress Lexi

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A Lifestyle Switch Lives BDSM at Chicago Illusions

The life of a Chicago Lifestyle Switch can be a tricky one to refine, and I frequently battle to balance my own desires with what I know is expected of me.

My Master being in his hometown of Washington D.C. on business, I felt I could relax a little. He would be so busy and distracted with no way of checking up on me to make sure I was completing my duties (which include, but are not limited to: the maintenance of the dungeon’s domestic space, keeping myself groomed and dressed to his specifications, and of course… my remaining disciplined and chaste in his absence).

But then in walked Mistress Harlow.

Reclining on the couch in front of the toasty fireplace, one leg dangling over the edge and the other curled up under me, I jumped up when I heard a key in the lock of the front door. My heart beat uncontrollably and my stomach sank—I was suddenly sure he had just caught me being lazy, un-groomed, barefoot, and inattentive. But it wasn’t my Master at the door. It was Mistress Harlow, who my Master occasionally has check up on me (though always at random intervals so that I never know she’s coming). I sighed with relief, put my hand to my chest and smiled at her. “Oh, my God, you scared me! I had no idea you had a key, but I’m happy it’s you.”

Mistress Harlow smiled back, but strangely said nothing as she walked into the house, tossed her keys on the kitchen counter and began helping herself to a bottle of wine from the wine rack. My training kicked in instantly, “Let me help you with that, ma’am,” I said eagerly as I hurried over to get her a glass and began serving her the wine.

“Thank you,” Mistress Harlow smiled and took the glass from my hand. She had a deep, sultry voice that I hadn’t remembered from the one or two times we’d run into each other in the hallways of the dungeon. I was now all too aware of this woman—her deep, commanding voice, her confident stature (almost my Master’s height in her black, patent leather heels), the curves of her body displayed exquisitely by the tight, red dress she was wearing. Oh, no… I thought. I know myself well—and this is the struggle of a Chicago Switch—and this woman was an incredible temptation to me. Already I could feel my body tighten with the anticipation of contact with Mistress Harlow. And I didn’t realize it, but my lips had parted and I was staring at her as she smiled knowingly—wickedly—at me.

My own desires were bubbling up, starting to overflow and overpower my submissive training. Thoughts of my Master began to slip away, and I knelt at Mistress Harlow’s feet, looked up at her and began sliding my hand up the length of her leg to her strong, shapely thighs and in between them…

The door again. I heard a key in the lock but not in time to move or do anything but freeze in place. My head turned and I saw my Master walk swiftly through the doorway, eyes locked on mine, immediately understanding the situation. He was furious. But only I, who know him so intimately, could see it. His calm, assertive demeanor as he approached me hid the anger very well. Before he even reached me, I knew a punishment was coming. Unwisely, I spoke to him, “I thought you were in D.C…” I stammered.

“So you thought you could shirk your responsibilities? Disobey my rules? Forget your training completely? And show me disrespect by touching another in such an intimate way?”

These were questions that weren’t meant to be answered. I stared at him silently, until I couldn’t bare the shame I felt looking at him anymore. I lowered my eyes and turned to him, still kneeling on the floor and awaited my punishment.

My Master grabbed a large handful of my hair and began to drag me forcefully across the floor toward the cleaning rag and bucket in the corner of the room. “It looks like I’ll have to remind you what my expectations are when I’m away, naughty girl,” he said.

His arms surrounded me, his hand covering mine as he forced it into the bucket (full of filthy, cold water that I had neglected to dispose of the night before), making me grab the rag and begin scrubbing the floor. He stood up, and I continued scrubbing. My Master walked away and then returned immediately with a paddle in his hand. As I scrubbed, hurriedly, trying to do well even with a filthy rag instead of a fresh one, he brought the paddle down hard on my backside. Wearing a short, white lace dress and no stockings (another rule broken…), I was left exposed to his spanking. Again and again he spanked me with the paddle. I was too afraid to make a sound, but my hips jolted involuntarily every time I felt the impossibly hard wood of the paddle make contact with my tender skin. My eyes closed briefly, and my body tensed with the knowledge that my punishment was only just beginning…

Mistress Harlow, for her part, stood watching from the kitchen. Arms crossed over her chest, that same, wicked, knowing smile on her face… The pleasure she appeared to take in my punishment was too genuine and too calm and knowing to have been spontaneous. I was left almost to wonder if my Master had planned this with her…

Miss Reyna

To find out more about Miss Reyna’s lifestyle as switch you may contact her at

missreyna@chicagoillusions.com

773-777-0555

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Wig Care

Ah, your crowning glory – but is it really? These tips will help you decide the best wig possible for your lifestyle, and the starting tips to wig wearing.

With so much focus on make-up (which we’ll discuss in later Tips of the Month), wigs are often overlooked when in reality, a bad wig will tell on you like nothing else. It is crucial that you take care of your hair because if it looks good and natural, it makes passing so much easier.

Let’s start with the basics, or as I like to call it So you’re looking for your new ‘do:

First things first,
You need to decide the best wig type for you – synthetic or human hair. This is a very personal choice, and a very important one. Let’s look at the two different kinds of wigs in more detail.

Synthetic –
Synthetic wigs are easier to maintain, hold their style longer, and are definitely less expensive than human hair wigs. The quality can range from rather rough (think Halloween wigs) to very silky and luxurious. This type of wig is best for those who do not wish to do a lot of brushing and setting, and do not want to wear their wig in several different styles. Be careful, setting your synthetic wig can be tricky because it melts with heat, so make sure you know what you’re doing!

Human Hair –
A human hair wig truly is a luxury, and also a mighty responsibility. It fans much more naturally than a synthetic wig and has better flow with movement. Also, it can be set and rest without fear of dulling or getting that fake look. Grade A (not grade B, be sure to check the label) wigs can also be dyed or even permed if you wish. Human hair wigs are more expensive than synthetic wigs, and are for those who prefer to restyle and often change their hairstyles.

Once you have found the hair that best represents you, you need to be aware that all wigs are made with extra hair length. This is done so that you can cut and style it to your own taste. It is imperative that you see a good stylist to cut and style your wig for you before you wear it out. This makes you wig more realistic, and of course that is what we are going for! We highly recommend bringing a notebook and writing down the steps that your stylist is doing to style your wig so that you can do it yourself in the future. Don’t think that you can remember – you won’t! One of the biggest mistakes women make is popping their wig on right our of the package and not getting it cut and styled by a professional.

Now, on to continued care –
You should wash your wig every six to eight wears in the summer, and in the winter every 12 to 15 wears. IF you are using heavy hairspray, or happen to perspire a lot, it is best to wash your wig every five wears.

How to wash your wig –
Before washing, smooth a straight wig or hand-fluff a curly one and brush it with a wire wig comb. Then you want to add a capful of wig shampoo to a sink full of cool water (not ever warm or hot water) and immerse the wig in the cool shampoo water for about two minute. Then rinse the wig in cool clean water until all of the shampoo is out. Gently squeeze the water out of the wig. Remember: squeeze, don’t twist! Twisting wet hair on a wig can severely shorten the life of the wig. Once the excess water is out, apply wig conditioner and let sit for five minutes; then rinse again in cool clean water and squeeze excess water once again.
Place the wig on a wig stand and let dry naturally. Remember: do not use any heat appliance on a synthetic wig! Also, do not comb, brush, or pick a wet wig unless you want to completely restyle it. Once the wig is fully dry, you can style as you normally would.

Well, that covers it. If you have any more questions about wig care, feel free to e-mail us at info@chicagoillusions.com !

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The New Sissy Maid

You may imagine the endless fantasy that occurs in a multi-level dungeon, I can barely realize it myself at times. Sometimes I walk these halls, letting my fingers trace delicately along the walls, my heels softly clicking with precision. I feel the dynamic energy that pulses throughout this haven. I breathe deeply the perfumed air, and take in the candle-lit sights. The firelight bouncing and reflecting on metal, leather and wood delights my senses. Often times I wear my harness as I wander throughout this sanctuary of fantasy and illusion. It hugs my thighs and waist tightly, and reminds me constantly of the power that burns within me.

As I approach the next doorway, I hear subtle moaning. I press myself against the door, already knowing that the newest sissy maid is deep in the throes of his training. I let myself in, knowing full well that it is my right. He must make himself available to me, and to all of the powerful Mistresses that walk these halls. He is bent over the spanking bench, blindfolded and unaware that I have entered. My fellow Mistress greets me with an intoxicating smile and beckons me closer. I can’t help but tighten the straps that hug my thighs as I approach, subconsciously preparing to take what is mine. I trace my fingernails along the frilly panties that hug his red hot bottom, and he shudders beneath me. A surge of power fills me as I look upon him. He is completely unaware that his training has been made public, and in fact we have never met. I circle around to his front and lean close to his ear.

“Hello pet.” I whisper.

He gasps and raises his head, but catches his tongue before speaking. I watch as the humiliation washes over him. He does not recognize my voice, and realizes he is splayed and vulnerable to perfect strangers. I watch as he grapples with this fact, studying his body language, watching him slowly internalize the fact that he is but a plaything for us. My fellow Mistress raises her hand and lands a satisfying *CLAP* onto his bottom, shocking him back into corporeal delight. He is entranced yet again, and even deeper into submission now. So deep that he does not notice the clicking of heels as the remaining Mistresses enter the room…

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Chicago BDSM and Toilet Fetish

Blessings from My Body

You exist for My pleasure. You understand this, because you receive all of your nutrition from Me, My toilet in training. My obedient full toilet, you are blessed by taking such gifts from Me. Everything I produce is a manifestation of My Superiority. you should be lucky enough to approach, let alone consume what I create. Beneath your Goddess in Her splendor, you are one of the few allowed to subsist on My effluence. You consume nothing but what I feed you, and you feed often. Come to Me, My toilet, and feed from Me. Lay below Me and be showered with my nectar, feed from the earth of My being. I am your Bread, I am your Water, you approach true submission beneath Me. There is nothing I give that you will not receive. You accept it all with sublime submission. You know nothing else but service while beneath Me. This is your peace, this is your sustenance, this is your destiny. Service to a Goddess is your sole purpose. You are My property, and I do with you as I please. I will mark you, I will claim every cell of your being inside and out. You are a slave to My taste.

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Some of my favorite play partners are my sissies. I love forcing a sexy man into my silky panties. I get my way, whether it be through teasing them with suggestions of what will come next if they follow my every wish. Or by forcibly taking away a masculine man’s strength by tying them up securely and gaging them, so I can move forward with their transformation. Putting a man through the works makes him appreciate the time that we ladies put in. Chiseling a man’s facial structure into a softer, more desirable feminine look with just contouring is an art. I take great pride in my sissies. They are my canvases, whether they are a sissy slut, a doe eyed damsel in distress or my perfect doll. Every look is not complete without the perfect makeup, wig, clothing, nails and of course, the perfect set of heels. But the best part of all is when I see them catch a glance of themselves after being revamped, and seeing the surprise of the person they’ve become. When infatuation fills their eyes.

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Head Mistress Scarlet’s slave training

Slave Training: Preparing to test a new submissive at Chicago Illusions

A new potential slave is on his way in to be considered for training. As I enter the room to start preparing, I feel an instant rush of excitement. The pleasure I get from testing and exploring a new submissive is indescribable. I take a moment to let the feeling wash over me as my body tingles with anticipation and my mind wanders through the endless possibilities. Then I hear a light knock at the door. My well trained submissive is right on time to assist. I command her to enter, sitting back upon my throne as she silently and ever so gracefully approaches. I gaze upon her with pride, making note of her perfect posture. Every carefully calculated movement looks fluid and natural. She will make a great example of what I expect from my slaves. I love to give new slaves a challenge, something to strive for. Besides, it’s extremely satisfying to bind two slaves together to share in the blissful agony of my torment. They feed off of each other, pushing each other further. And what beautiful music they make as their screams and moans echo off each other in perfect harmony. I bring my attention back to the task at hand as my submissive finishes setting up the room. I send her down to get my new prospect as I look around, allowing my mind to wander back to the journey I am about to take. I can’t wait to discover this new slaves true potential and begin our next thrilling adventure…training.

To start your training today with Head Mistress Scarlet contact her today to find your true submissive side her at Chicago Illusions.

~Head Mistress Scarlet~

Email missscarlet@chicagoillusions.com

Phone 773-777-0555

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I seem to field the same handful of questions over and over again, so here are my
answers to the most commonly-asked questions:
Q: Do you play with novices?
A: Yes. In fact, I love playing with novices! Inducting new players into the BDSM
world is one of the most gratifying parts of my job. I truly love what I do.

Q: How long have you been with Chicago Illusions?
A: Since June 2016

Q: Do you play/live the BDSM Lifestyle outside of Chicago Illusions?
A: Yes, I am a true Lifestyle player. I enjoy BDSM here at the dungeon as well as
privately in my personal life.

Q: Do you do trampling sessions?
A: Yes.

Q: Do you do Switch sessions?
A: Yes.

Q: What is a Switch session/Switch?
A: A Switch session is any combination of the switching of Dominant and submissive
roles within a particular scene. This can mean physical or mental
Dominance/submission being swapped among players for any length of time in the
scene. A Switch is a Lifestyle player who enjoys both Dominant and submissive
roles and is truly fulfilled by either or both roles in their play.

Q: Can I be your slave/submissive/servant/dog/etc. etc. etc.
A: Yes. I am always open to receiving submission from new players. However, you
MUST FIRST CALL THE DUNGEON TO MAKE AN APPOINTMENT WITH ME. I receive
far too many requests from potential slaves/submissives via social media messages
to write back to every single one. I ONLY book appointments via phone calls in order
to assure that I am being contacted by serious, committed players only. I have no
need for casual slaves/submissives who see BDSM as a game or who want my
attention via endless DMs—what I DO need are dedicated submissives with whom I
can truly foster a rapport and can rely on to take their training seriously.

Q: I’m new, and I’m really nervous. Is this going to hurt?
A: Not unless you want it to.

Q: I’m visiting from out of town and want to have a session with you in my hotel
room. How do I go about setting that up?
A: You don’t. I play exclusively in the Chicago Illusions dungeon. A four-story facility
with over a dozen themed rooms and TONS of implements and toys, I promise you,
you will enjoy yourself here! I do not do out-calls.

Q: Will you go on a date with me?
A: No.

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