Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Freedom of the press!!


Mistress wanted me to do this interview, Suzi was Her favourite writer for Her favourite magazine, a rather raunchy women's title here in the UK. I knocked on the door to her hotel suite dressed like a sissy hooker in 6-inch heels, hold ups and a tiny flared mini skirt. My satin top strained to contain the huge filled-out bra Mistress had put me into over my tightest corset!

The shortie smock coat, pink wouldn't you know, barely covered my stocking tops and I felt very exposed in the hallway in such slutty make-up and massive blonde wig!
I'd expected Suzi to be one of those jeans and jumper raggedy journalists but when she opened the door to her hotel suite I gasped at her strict but beautifully cut black pencil suit, patent 4-inch pumps and crisp arctic white blouse! 
Her hair was up in a french curl which accentuated her fine features but it was the fact that her scarlet lipstick matched perfectly with the polish on her long nails that told me this woman knew how to look good!!!
We sat near the window for the interview and I could feel Suzi's eyes roaming all over me but she was against the light and it was difficult to squint back at her. She sat very properly, legs sensually crossed to make best use of her legs, and her voice was like velvet, purring out her questions with perfect diction. 
And oh what questions, Suzi had seen all my flickr photos and wanted to know exactly how I'd felt at any one time!! She didn't spare my blushes at all and said the women who would be reading her article had a right to know why I was pretending to be so girlie, how my Mistress used me and why I let myself be used and humiliated at Her whim!! She wasn't writing anything down and insisted I speak to her recorder in a sissy lispy voice at all times!!



When the interview was over Suzi said she'd need some photos for the article so she had me pose in front of the window, in the chair and, of course, on the bed!! At first it seemed she was just getting shots of my outfit but then she started demanding I lift my skirt or touch myself or bend over. Some of the shots on the bed would never make it to publication and I'm pretty suspicious her editor probably never got to see those ones!!! It was sexy though to be bossed around by this seemingly disinterested lady and I got lots of sneaky peeks up her skirts as she squatted to get the best shot!!! I particularly liked it when she stood over me with her heels either side of my head to shoot directly down on my rather now disheveled outfit!!!! Needless to say something was stirring in my panties that I just couldn't control!!!



When it was all over Suzi said she'd run me home in her car. I fixed my make-up and outfit and was preparing to leave when Suzi told me it was a lovely day outside and I wouldn't need my coat!! Just carry it over my arm! I waited in the centre of the lobby while Suzi took an age paying her bill!! Every passer-by was staring at the slutty sissy apparition as they walked past and I heard several lewd comments about how much I might cost, etc!!! Even the girls behind the desk didn't help, not even trying to hide their amusement and giggling and pointing at me as much as they could!! I think every employee of that hotel must have got a call because I'm sure they all found a reason to visit the lobby while I was there!!! 
 Finally we got to Suzi's car and my scarlet face began to return to its normal colour! Suzi opened the door and relished a quick glimpse of my panties as I got in, 'Pink is such a good colour on a man!!' she sniggered!!
 Driving out into the traffic Suzi kept finding reasons to touch my leg....even though her car was an automatic her hand rested on the edge of my seat! 'I'm beginning to see the appeal of owning a sissy' she said abstractedly at one point and moved her hand full onto my thigh!!! We drove for some time in the rush hour traffic and Suzi's hand was now wandering all over my legs and she seemed to like the feel of sheer stockings! 
We had only been driving for a short while on a quieter country road when Suzi swung the car into a lay-by and pulled up!
 Without uttering a word she leaned over and pulled my face to hers, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth and I felt it dart in and out and roll around in a terribly suggestive way!!! Her hand was immediately inside my blouse toying with my massive breasts, kneading and squeezing them and I felt her shift her weight in the seat to lean into me. At that she released my chair back and I found myself almost under her as she forced her hot mouth against mine and her hand clawed at the hem of my skirt!!! Suzi practically ripped my panties to my knees, releasing 'you know who' which sprang against my belly in the rudest way!! 

But her hand went straight past my boy parts and I felt her fingernail insist on entering my behind!! I lifted my hips a little to make her way in a little easier and there was a sharp sting as her manicured probe drove straight into me!!! My clitty was fit to burst as she began rhythmically sliding in and out of me and she whispered for me to stroke it for her! 
SLOWLY!!!!! My own hand was guided by her deflowering digit and I pumped my dolly at the same speed she was fucking me!! Her tongue was also probing my mouth at the same speed and before I knew it I was at the point of no return!! My Candi-juice shot out in hot jets against my belly and I was jerking uncontrollably under her, bucking and writhing and moaning onto her tongue!!!!
Pulling back Suzi yanked on the door handle and pushed me out of the car, tearing my knickers right off "as a souvenir!!!" 

'Your Mistress will pick you up in an hour or so....or you can try to get a lift off a lorry driver!!!' With that Suzi slammed the door and sped off leaving me giggling at the thought that I'd just had my first PRESS RELEASE!!!!!

How did all this start?

How did all this start?

I'm completely new to blogging so please be patient.

I suppose I should begin by explaining just why I'm even starting this blog, I'm a sissy crossdresser and have been for about four years now. I'm not trying to emulate a real woman, or become one. I'm a male who wears the most feminine clothes I can find, usually pink and frilly, but always very very girly.

My heels are always very high so I have to teeter and mince around the place, making my usually short skirts jump and swish to reveal my panties for everyone to see. I answer to the name Candi and always wear quite big, bimbo-style bosoms. Wigs in an assortment of colours but mostly blonde or pink.


I'm sitting here in front of my computer today in a teensy grey pleated skirt, candystripe pink blouse and black stockings. Sky-high 8"heels, pink bra and blonde wig complete the ensemble. I'm conscious I can hardly see the keyboard past my enormous diddies and I'm constantly correcting typos because I can't touch type.

I'm also very aware that skin is all tingly because I just shaved my whole body and it feels so deliciously smooth and girly. I am allowed to keep a tiny landing strip for my Mistress's amusement, she says a lot of men shave completely nowadays so my bikini line will be even more embarrassing if I'm caught with my panties down.





Earlier today I was terribly aware of how my flaccid little thingy was squeezing in between my legs and it felt so smooth and small. I wondered why I do this, what makes me want to dress up as a sissy secretary and go about my day dressed up in the girliest ways. I have to admit, it's because I like it. No, that's not the whole story, I really like it. It's who I've become, a submissive crossdressing sissy.

So how did I come to this?

It all started, innocently enough, one Valentine's Day, I'd bought my girlfriend what I thought were some very sexy pants but she went ballistic and was ranting on that she wasn't a slut, etc. As I tried to justify my gift by saying I thought they looked pretty she said I should wear them then, we've all done it at some times. Immediately she felt me through the satin her mood changed, she got very turned on and assertive, she was calling me her little toy, slut, sissy and made me eat her like a girlfriend until my tongue was tired. Then she put me across her knee and spanked me for being too easy!! She said I should be glad there would be one slut in our relationship....I didn't know it was gonna be me!
 

The very next night she turned up with a stack of undies in bright colours, mostly pink, and made me model every pair. She rubbed me through every one then made me wash them all by hand, she even brought her own and I had to wash them too!! It was pretty nerve racking standing at the kitchen sink in front of a window with only pink frillies on. Finally I had to wash the pants she was wearing with my tongue, and she was very exacting I can tell you.


After that it was no sex unless I was in cute knickers and then I had to try stockings so she could feel me up in them too. I was ordered to buy six-inch heeled shoes, I can't tell you what it was like in the shop having to try them on. My first night in them I was teetering around in front of Mistress in stockings and panties while she had a friend over to watch shemale porn and compare me with the models. I don't think I could get any redder! Now I have dresses and skirts and am under instruction to build up my wardrobe, Mistress doesn't want the guy I was anymore, just her sissy Candi available all the time!!!