4 Million Page Views! Get Ready for a Sissy Celebration!

Congratulations all you Sissies, Admirers, Masters and Mistresses! We have now reached 4 million page views! Isn't that wonderful!  I want to personally thank all of you for visiting my site and making this blog such a success.

Obviously, this proves just how many sissies are living out there -- all around the world -- in need of a firm, guiding hand to help them on their sissy journeys and to fulfill their sissy destinies.














Now it is time to celebrate!  I want all you Sissies reading this to join in our worldwide celebrations -- just like Sissy Ginger is doing.  I sent Sissy Ginger an email earlier with instructions. And Sissy Ginger is very obedient and will exactly as he is told.


First you need to do your hair and make-up. It has to be perfect for tonight.  Make sure those pouty, pretty lips are red and glossy -- your mouth will be definitely be put to work tonight!



Then put on your sexiest undies. Look at how pretty Sissy Ginger looks in his bra and panties!  Sissy Ginger has been on a strict diet for the last six months and it has really paid off, don't you think?  And he has tucked his little sissy clitty away so well -- you can hardly see any bulge at all in his pretty panties.

Did you buy a special dress for tonight?  Sissy Ginger bought two. Which do you think he will wear tonight?  I hope he picks the silver one.  I love how it sparkles!  I know he will get extra attention tonight if he wears that one.




















      








Sissy Ginger grabs his purse and his car keys and heads out to the big party. Tonight there are going to be big celebrations for our 4 million page views in LA, New York, Miami, Berlin, Marseilles, Hong Kong and Sydney! Sissy Ginger lives in Miami and  has been instructed to go to the club on South Beach that I have reserved for tonight.  The club will be filled with sissies and Admirers.  There will be music, an open bar -- and no rules!

Sissy Ginger will get a lot of attention at the club tonight because he is such a beautiful sissy. Men will be competing with each other for the opportunity to flirt with him, to dance with him, to run their hands over his soft, slender body.



Oh dear, it looks like Sissy Ginger has been drugged and taken back to some man's home.  Sissy Ginger's night is going to start getting really freaky now!  I think that's the perfect way to celebrate!  

Tell me, Sissies, how are you going to celebrate our 4 million page views?  Remember Sissies, you are required to leave comments to express your sissy feelings for all the world to see!

Lots more weird and wonderful Sissy stories coming soon!  

A Sissy and his Mother have a Weekend Adventure -- part 3

Janey had a little headache when he woke up the next morning.  But we weren't going to let a little hangover spoil out last "mother-daughter" day in the city.  Janey wore a pretty black and white sleeveless dress, which was perfect because the day was warm.  Our plan was to have breakfast and then head to church -- going to church gives Janey the perfect excuse to get all dressed up on a Sunday morning. Then some more shopping, a light lunch and then back to the hotel for Janey to put his dresses away before heading home.

But just as we were leaving the hotel to walk over to the cathedral we ran into Janey's young banker friend from last night. 

"Janey!" he exclaimed when he spotted us.  He gave Janey a quick kiss on the cheek.  "I'm so glad I saw you.  I was going to call you later, but now I can ask in person."   The young banker looked my son up and down, his gaze lingering on Janey's sexy legs. "Wow! You look...amazing," he panted.

The young banker seemed to have lost his train of thought staring at Janey -- and Janey was so mesmerized by his romantic young banker that he had no idea what was going on.  I helped everyone out.  "Was there something you wanted to ask Janey?" I prodded.

"Oh, yes, right," he managed to stammer as he collected his thoughts.  "I have these tickets to a big charity fund-raiser on Friday night at the Downtown Yatch Club. It's one of the big social events of the year.  It is going to very nice party and I was wondering if, well, if you would be my date for the evening."  

Immediately, and without consulting me, Janey replied, "Oh yes!  I would love to go!"  And with that Janey gave his new boyfriend a big hug.

I, of course, was terrified.  Janey was quickly getting into very deep waters here and I was not at all certain that he would be able to pull this off.

Thinkly quickly, I explained to both of them that Janey and I would again get a hotel room for Friday night and that Janey could go to the party provided that "she" was back to the hotel by 1:00AM.  The banker gave Janey some more details and promised to be in touch soon.  We said our good-byes --  including a big, long kiss for Janey -- and Janey and I continued on with our ladies day out.

The days that followed that magical weekend were very difficult for Janey.  Not only did he have to change back into his boy clothes for the week, but poor Janey was experiencing his first schoolgirl crush. The emotions were so powerful.  He was simultaneously mopey and sad because he missed his young banker boyfriend and wildly excited about seeing him again at a fancy, very adult, cocktail party on Friday.

The school days passed very slowly for Janey that week.  When Friday did finally come, I let him miss school so that I could take him back in to the city to shop for a new dress to wear to the party.   We checked back into our hotel and hit the designer boutiques.  And we found the perfect dress!  It was a black, sleeveless dress with little white polka dots.  It was a faux wrap style that had a bow on one side and was cut tantalizingly low in front. The full skirt came right to his knee, a layer of chiffon gave the whole dress a romantic, elegant effect.  Janey looked stunning in his new cocktail dress.

We spent most of the afternoon getting him ready.  I took Janey to a salon near the hotel to get a mani-pedi (I knew he wanted to wear his favorite open toed shoes with the ankle strap) and to get his make-up done.  

Janey's banker met us in the hotel lobby. I thought the young man was going to die from excitement when he saw how pretty Janey looked. The banker had arranged a limo to take them to the party.  I said goodnight to the young couple and whispered to Janey to be careful.  As the limo pulled away from the curve, I gave a little wave as I watched Janey head off for his first date as a young lady.  

Of course I stayed up waiting for Janey to come back to the hotel that night. When he did get home, he was wide awake and bubbling over with excitement.  Janey had to tell me about every detail of his dreamy, romantic evening:  the music, the celebrities he saw, the food, the drinks, the pretty dresses the "other" ladies wore -- everything.  He even had to describe the fancy ladies rest room at the yatch club.  But mostly he wanted to describe how charming and romantic his date was.  How they danced together and how they made out on the balcony overlooking the harbor.  

Then Janey said, "He wants to take me out on another date -- alone -- tomorrow night."  

I knew that this charade must not continue. Someone was going to get very hurt when the truth came out -- probably Janey.  "No Janey, that is not a good idea.  I can't allow you to do that.  This is all getting very...complicated.  Just what do you think is going to happen when he finds out you aren't really a girl?"

"I already told him and he doesn't care!" Janey replied.  My mouth dropped open and I almost fell over with surprise.  "It's true," Janey continued.  "I told him that am a Sissy during the limo ride after the party.  At first he didn't believe me until pulled down my panties and showed him."

"WHAT?!?"  I exclaimed.  "What did he do then?"

"He said that if I wanted to be his Sissy that I needed to suck his cock.  So I did.  Right there in the limo.  And after he came in my mouth he told me that I suck cock better than any real girl that he's been with.  And that he wants me to be his Sissy! Isn't that wonderful, Mother?  I am so happy!  I am in love with him, Mother."   

Before I fainted, the last thought that passed through my mind was that my sweet little Sissy daughter was now a complete Sissy slut!

Two Million Page Views! Time to Celebrate with Your Sissy!

In celebration of our TWO MILLIONTH page view, I want all you Sissy Masters and Mistresses to buy your Sissy a pretty new outfit and show him off!   Use this wonderful milestone as an opportunity to display your Sissy in public in his finest, most feminine attire.  Help us educate the world on the wonders of our forced fem creations while publicly humiliating your precious little Sissy.

Sissy Pinkie's Master bought him a very special new outfit for the occassion.  Doesn't this darling little sissy look soooo sweet.  His soft white blouse with the contrasting collar.  The acres of chiffon in his little black skirt. And the cute beret and the pink purse are fantastic.  Come now, Sissy Pinkie, you should be smiling because you look so pretty in your new outfit!

But my favorite part is his shoes!  The open toes platform pumps and the lacey little anklets.  Simply perfect!  

Master is taking Sissy Pinkie out to dinner later with another Master and his Sissy.  Sort of a Sissy double date.  The restaurant will be very busy -- they will probably have to wait at the crowded bar before they are seated -- and the Sissies will have to endure lots of stares and comments from the other diners.  But first the two Masters and their Sissies are going to do some shopping at the mall.  The Masters want to show off their Sissies in their new outfits.  I'm sure the Masters will insist that their Sissies hold hands with each other as they traverse the mall.  The mall will be very crowded this afternoon and these Sissies will certainly get lots of attention.

To all you sweet Sissies and all you demanding Masters and Mistresses, thank you for reading these stories and for bringing us to two million page views.  

Remember:  Sissies are required to leave comments!  Do not disobey me!  Masters and Mistresses are kindly encouraged to share comments -- your thoughts and experiences are very important to all of us.  

Always seeking Sissy perfection,
Mistress Linda Trainer

The Sissy Debutante Ball

Mother had been dressing her son Jimmy up as "Ginger" for years.  At first Jimmy had resisted but his mother was very strong-willed and Jimmy was weak.  Over time, Jimmy stopped fighting his feminization and accepted what his mother was doing to him.

"I had always wanted to have a daughter," Mother told him a million times. "But unfortunately you were born a boy.  But just because you were born a boy doesn't mean I can't make you into my daughter." 

So ever since he was a little boy, Jimmy spent most afternoons -- and every weekend -- dressed as Ginger. And while wearing his pretty party dresses and nightgowns, Ginger and his Mother would spend countless hours doing things that mothers and daughters do.  Mother taught Ginger how to do his make-up and his hair and his nails.  They would do chores around the house like cooking and cleaning and ironing.  At night they often watch chick-flicks together while wearing their pretty night gowns.

So Ginger was brought up to be a perfect little Sissy.  But Ginger was growing up and tonight they would celebrate the lovely Sissy lady that Ginger had become.  Tonight was the Sissy Debutante Ball!

Tonight, nearly fifty Sissies, aged 18 to 20, and their Mothers would celebrate the long and sometimes difficult journey of raising a son to be a Sissy.  Mothers from all over the country brought their lovely Sissy darlings to this lavish affair at a posh hotel in New York City.  

Ginger and his Mother looked heavenly in their coordinated, custom-made outfits.  Mother wore a tailored suit of beautiful golden silk jacquard. Ginger wore a long gown -- made of the same gold silk jacquard as her mother.  Ginger's gown made him look sweet and sexy at the same time. Ginger and his mother had spent most of the aternoon at the beauty salon. Their hair and make-up were perfect.

Even though he looked very beautiful, Sissy Ginger was so nervous as he and his mother rode the evevator down from their hotel room to the ballroom below.  Sissy Ginger didn't know what to expect. 


They made their entrance when the Master of Ceremonies announced their names over the speaker: "Presenting Sissy Ginger and his Mother, Lady Annette!"  The other guests clapped as Ginger and his Mother entered the room.  Ginger was quite stunned by the applause and by the flashes of cameras capturing his big entrance. They found their seats, Lady Annette at one of the Mothers' tables and Ginger at one of the Sissies' tables.

As Ginger introduced himself to the other Sissies, he noticed there were several other tables in the ballroom that were occupied by men. Ginger asked one of the other Sissies who the men were.

"Don't you know?" answered one the other Sissies with surprise.  "After dinner is finished and the announcements are done, the Mothers will all leave and go to another room for the rest of the evening.  That's when the men are free to talk to us and dance with us and..."

"And WHAT?" Ginger asked, somewhat panicked.

"Well, they can ask us to come up to their rooms with them, of course.  And you are not allowed to refuse.  That is all part of the Sissy Debutante experience.  Tonight we become real Sissy Ladies with the Gentlemen that pick us.  Are you saying that your Mother never explained this to you?"
Poor Sissy Ginger.  He nearly fainted when he heard this.  Of course Mother had never told him about all this.  He would have been too terrified to even come here tonight.  

Tears started to well up in poor Ginger's eyes.  "Here, take this," said one Sissy offering Ginger a Xanax and a glass of champagne.  "Just relax and remember that this is what your Mother wants for you.  You need to be brave and do what your Mother expects you to do."

The other Sissy was right, thought Ginger as he downed the pill and the champagne in a single gulp.  "May I have some more champagne?" asked Ginger trying to prepare himself for the frightening evening ahead.  "A lot more."

Sissy Attends a Tea Party



"Now don't look so glum, sweetie," Mistress said.  "You are going to have a wonderful time at the tea party. And you look so pretty in your new dress.  I'm sure all the other sissies will be jealous of you."  She patted me on the cheek as if I were a little child.  "Now hurry and get my coat and get in the car."

I did as I was instructed.  I felt ridiculous in my new dress.  It was pink, covered with ruffles and had a wide satin sash around the waist.  Mistress made me wear pink anklets and open toes burgandy platform shoes to complete the ultimate sissy look.

I dread going to sissy tea parties.  Every Wednesday afternoon, my Mistress dresses me up in some frilly, lacy dress and drags me to the weekly sissy tea party.  The tea parties are held at a huge mansion outside of town that is owned by one of her friends.

We arrive at the mansion right on time at 3:00.  I follow my Mistress inside in silence.  She greets her friends, who are all sissy owners just like her.  I curtsey to each of the other Mistresses in silence.  The Mistresses make a fuss over my new pink outfit.  I greet the other sissies with a small kiss.  Today there are four Mistresses each with her own sissy.

The sissies move into the kitchen where we prepare the tea and plates of food for our Mistresses.  We serve our Mistresses in silence while they chat among themselves, treating us sissies as if we were invisible.  While the Mistresses eat and chat, the sissies stand in silence at the edges of the room, quickly attending to any needs of our Mistresses.

At 5:00, the Mistresses have finished their tea and conversation and the sissies have cleared the table and washed all the dishes.  Now is the part that I hate the most.  The sissies stand in a line in front of the Mistresses who pair each us off with another sissy.  We then have to make out with our sissy partner in front of the Mistresses.  The sissies have learned that it is important to put on a good show for the Mistresses, so we really get into it, running our hands over each other's boobs and bottoms, grinding our hips into each other, moaning and gasping as we deeply french kiss each other.  The Mistresses love the show.  They shout demeaning and filthy things at us.  

"Time for some sucky-sucky fun!" one of the Mistresses shouts.  Two sissies are instructed to remain standing, while two are sent to their knees to administer a sissy blow job.  Today I am told to stand while Sissy Annabel is told to kneel.  I gather up the full, frilly skirt of my dress while Sissy Annabel lowers my panties and puts my tiny little cock in her mouth.  Now the Mistresses go completely wild.  They are shouting at us, laughing at our tiny penises and joking about how much sissies love to swallow cum.  Some ever start touching themselves as the excitement of the show becomes too much for them to handle.  I close my eyes as I begin to cum in Sissy Annabel's mouth.

The party ends and we begin the drive home.  I know that I will be up late tonight licking my Mistress's pussy for hours as I help her to relieve her excitement from the afternoon.



Sissy Cheerleader

For the last three years, there has been a new tradition at State U football games.  After every big play -- a touchdown, a sack, an interception -- a cute little cheerleader named Stacey rushes onto the field and leaps into the arms of whoever made the big play and gives him a big wet kiss!  The crowd at the State U stadium really enjoys the new tradition.  They laugh and chant, "Slut!  Slut!  Slut!" as Stacey leaps onto one of the massive players to lock lips while everyone watches and cheers.

The players, of course, love feeling Stacey wrap her arms around their big strong necks.  And Stacey doesn't just give the boys a little kiss.  Oh no!  Stacey has been instructed to "open wide" and to suck eagerly on the players' tongues.  Stacey does this while the whole stadium -- and the television audience -- watches.  Some players like to give Stacey's ass a squeeze which always make the fans go even crazier!

Everyone enjoys the new tradition -- the fans, the players, the media -- everyone expect poor little Stacey.  You see, Stacey isn't really a cheerleader.  Stacey isn't even really a girl.  Stacey is a little Sissy that I had feminized.  Just another teenage crossdresser that had fallen into my clutches.  State U's Athletic Director had purchased Stacey from me as a "motivational tool" to encourage the team.

And it has really worked!  Ever since Stacey has been part of the "team," State U has been 22 - 6!  And they received Bowl Game invitations two years in a row!

When the team wins a game, there is an all night party in the locker room -- and Sissy Stacey is the "entertainment."  The hulking players take turns having sex with their Sissy cheerleader until they are too tired to fuck him anymore.  The players don't care that Stacey is a Sissy and not a real girl.  After all, no real girl would tolerate the humiliation and abuse that Sissy Stacey has to endure.  Plus, Sissy Stacey makes for a wonderful little fuck toy.  He can deep throut even the biggest cocks.  And the team loves ramming their dicks into his tight little "Sissy Pussy." And when the party is over, Sissy Stacey has to walk home all the way across campus in his cum-soaked cheerleader's uniform, much to the amusement of any students he passes along the way. 

"Home" for Sissy Stacey is the Athletic Director's house, where Stacey lives in a lonely cell in the basement.  And when Stacey isn't entertaining the crowds and "motivating"the team, the Athletic Director himself often enjoys Stacey's "talents."

This morning, the Athletic Director was up having his morning coffee when his cum-drenched Stacey staggered home from last night's locker room victory party.  "Ah, Stacey, you're finally home.  I've been thinking, since you've been such a help to our football program, I've decide that this winter you should do the same for our basketball team.  Isn't that a great idea?"

Sissy Stacey collapsed onto the floor in tears at the thought of being a sex slave for both the football AND the basketball teams.

Helpless Sissy Love Doll

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Graduating Sissies

It was Graduation Day at the Sissy Academy!

After nine months of intensive behavior and body modifications and training at the Academy, the six Sissies had been fully transformed.

None of the Sissies had "enrolled" in the Academy voluntarily.  Three were deposited at the Academy by vengeful wives, one by  an angry stepmother, and two had been runaway teenage boys kidnapped from the bus station.

The training and transformation process had been brutal and relentless.   Any resisitance or display of masculine behaviour was swiftly and harshly punished.  Extensive plastic surgery was performed and hormones administered against their will.  Perfection was required in all classes at the Academy, from hair and make-up, to ballet, to housekeeping, to "techniques for pleasing your man sexually."

After nine months at the Academy, the poor Sissies were deeply confused and disoriented.  Despite their resistance to the training, all of the Sissies felt a unsettling sense of pride for having satisfied their trainers and graduating.  They all smiled as they posed for the group photo following the awarding of diplomas.

And of course, all of the Sissies were looking forward to going home -- or at least being free again.  Silly Sissies!  That wasn't going to happen.

At 6:30, the post-Graduation cocktail party would begin.  What the Sissies didn't know was that at 7:30, the Sissy Auction would begin.  And by 9:00, all of the Sissies will have been sold to their new Masters and whisked away to their new homes and new lives.  For a lucky few, a life as a Sissy housewife might await.  But for most, a life of servitude and humiliation awaits, serving their new Masters as Sissy slaves, Sissy maids and Sissy whores.

Sissy Drugged for Party Night

Sissy Maria was just starting to regain consciousness, having been heavily drugged earlier in the day -- as always happened before the weekly "party nights" that the Master arranged.  As Sissy Maria re-awakened, he could see that he had been dressed in a very sexy and revealing belly dancer's outfit.  In the mirrored ceiling he could see that his hair and make-up had done -- he had been primped and painted and dressed as a super sexy harem girl.  The room was still spinning as he started to become aware that he was surrounded by a dozen men, all of whom were starting to remove their pants.  He tried to move but the drugs left her with no control of his body.  He couldn't even scream.  He was stuck, on display on the table in the middle of the room full of his Master's horny and perverted friends.  Poor Sissy Maria, the drugs had now worn off enough that he was fully aware of the gang rape he was about to endure -- but was unable to defend himself in any way.  He squeezed her eyes tightly shut and began to silently sob at his fate. 

Sissy Party Preparations

Sissies prepare for their dates