Changes for Susan

Humiliation is an important part of Susan's training. It keeps her docile and sweet, making her a more appealing sissy. I spend a lot of time thinking about how best to humiliate Susan while keeping within the bounds of what is allowed by the Sissification School Board when it occurred to me that for a very long time, Susan had skipped out on something very simple that really is for her own good. It's something that every girl goes through and that a few lucky sissies do, too. Susan was due to get her period.

When Susan came in, I blindfolded her in order to dress her. This was a major deviation from our normal routine, so she knew something was up. Once she was dressed, her hair done and a little bit of simple make-up applied, I told her to go to the restroom and brush her teeth, use the toilet, and just generally make sure she was ready for her day at school. Susan knows better than to argue with me about whether or not she has to go, so she just went into the bathroom like a good girl.

As she brushed her teeth like a good girl, I slipped into my vintage style nurse uniform and cap and laid out a few things I'd prepared earlier. Then from the bathroom came a loud, girlish shriek. Susan had discovered the red stain in her panties!

Instead of finishing her toilet, she came rushing out, her excitement tempered with dread. Her shock at finding she was suddenly a woman was added to by the shock of seeing me in a nurse's uniform, another first for her.

Susan has a bad habit of putting her fingers in her mouth when she's excited, surprised, or afraid and being all three now, her fingers were again in her mouth. A quick order to hold out her hand for five slaps with a wooden paddle on each hand fixed that quickly enough and she was ordered to strip, put on a robe, and climb up onto the antique, green leathered exam table.

Her legs spread and her knees pointing to the sky, I proceeded to give Susan a very thorough exam. Her temperature was taken and she was examined with pen light and speculum. She shivered the whole time and even got a little wet. When you're a chaste little school sissy any attention at all is enough to get you excited!

I also gave Susan the rest of a basic exam, weighing her, listening to her heart, and checking her eyes and ears. In her shock at pulling down her panties, she had forgotten to actually use the restroom, so a urine sample was also taken as she squatted on the toilet, legs apart and I stood by holding the cup as she looked shyly away.

Of course, there was only one conclusion to draw. Susan would need sanitary pads. Of course, like any school nurse worth her salt, I was stocked with a good supply in all different forms. Poor Susan spent the next half hour being fitted for a sanitary pad, having to model them beneath her uniform skirt before I finally prescribed a single, un-gummed, overnight pad in a sanitary belt. And six strokes with the leather strap to the back of the legs was added to her punishment for soiling her panties and not even thinking of washing them out in the sink like a good girl.

From then, we proceeded to Susan's lessons. She had written an essay on an Angela Brazil novel she'd just read. When she received her caning for mistakes she'd made in it, the sanitary pad made a very amusing sound. Being sent home, Susan had to continue to wear her pad and, since I wouldn't be there to help her through the first scary night, I tucked a diaper into her bag as well with strict instructions to wear it to bed.

Here's a fun video that might help other sissies going through a similar change...

Becky's Place

The account of my latest session is in narrative form for entertainment purposes only. All scenes are negotiated in advance and take place between consenting adults.

My sissy niece Rebeca has recently come to stay with me in my home. Sadly, her parents' lives were cut short, but out of this tragedy, I've gained a sweet little sissy daughter and have decided to do my best to raise her as an old fashioned, sweet little girl. Her mother and father were rather lax in her upbringing, allowing her to wear pants and shirts like a boy. They even allowed her to cut her hair short and wear boyish underwear!

Immediately upon her arrival, I presented Rebeca with more appropriate clothes. Her new wardrobe consisted of a beautiful pale pink chiffon dress, a pink satin dress, a few cotton dresses, a pretty satin pinafore, patent leather shoes, and white socks with ruffles. For some reason, Rebeca didn't appreciate these wonderful gifts and, stamping her foot, refused to be a good girl. She felt that the other girls would tease her and that she would never be able to make any friends, to which I responded that she would only be associating with other young ladies who were similarly dressed and properly submissive. Still, Rebeca insisted that she would continue to dress however she wanted, even if she wanted to dress like an unkempt boy.

Of course, I know just how to deal with naughty, willful girls. They all think that their behavior is new to me, but it's the same old story and, more often than not, a bad attitude can be adjusted with a good, sound spanking.

Thus, I took naughty little Rebeca and pulled off her nasty, boyish clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. There was no need to waste time folding them, as they were to be incinerated. A few firm swats kept her more or less complacent as I dressed her in her new chiffon dress and even a pretty, pigtailed wig, but only when she was appropriately dressed like the adorably little lady that she truly was did I take her over my knee.

Spanking a squirming little girl is so much more fun when she's wearing appropriate clothes. I love to see powerless little legs kick while wearing Mary Jane shoes and see ruffles and lace tossed about with each stroke of my hand. And isn't it nicer of me to pull up a nice pair of silky panties over a freshly spanked bottom than some rough, cottony underclothes?

Once she was appropriately dressed and thoroughly chastised, Rebeca and I discussed how she would be spending her summer. Like so many girls her age, she wanted to earn a little extra pocket money. How fortunate that a friend of mine was looking for a part-time maid! I explained to Rebeca that she would most likely be kept in uniform and that this friend of mine spanked her maids if they deserved it and that Rebeca would get no special treatment just because she was my niece! Upon hearing this, she began to have second thoughts. I may just have to march her up to the door and force her into maid service!

To be continued...

The Babysitter

The role of the bratty, domineering teen is one that I often enjoy as a top, whether as a daughter, school girl, or, in this case, babysitter. O appeared quite confident in his email, even a little arrogant. When he arrived for the session, he strode right in and began marching down the hall. Standing calmly by the door, I asked if he had been there before. He stopped short and said that, no, he had not. Smiling, I advised that perhaps he should wait for me then. From there he became much more pliable. Perhaps it was seeing that I am, indeed, a person. Or perhaps he was just nervous.

We sat and talked for a few minutes in the sitting room. O was a disposable diapers and plastic pants kind of guy. For a long time I was, too, but now I'd say that I've branched out, though I may just be in a phase. (My fetishes ebb and flow.) He was also looking to try out spanking again, which had gone wrong the first time he'd tried.

O had gotten over this, but novices seem to come in two types: those who think that they wouldn't enjoy a "real spanking" and only want a sensual spanking and those who seem to think that a "real spanking" is somehow superior to a sensual one, though of course a "real spanking" is given by someone the spankee rarely finds attractive and only lasts a few minutes at most. Over time, there is usually a degree of compromise, with those fearful of a real spanking taking one much harder than they might have believed themselves capable of not only bearing, but enjoying. Those who feel that a sensual spanking somehow wouldn't count generally learn to enjoy their spanking and the sensual drawing out of it, the ticking tracing of fingers during intermediate chastising, the search for that one sweet spot that will make a submissive's back arch so becomingly. While I don't deny the good, moralizing effect of a "real" or punishment spanking, rather I enjoy it very much, I do tend towards more sensual spankings, which are nonetheless very firm and hard, but that teach a lesson by their positioning, their caring or stern application, and the verbal chastisement that accompanies them.

The scenario was that O was an unruly teen and I was his sitter. His parents were out of town for the week. On our first night together, O had gone out and gotten drunk (pissed, in fact!), then come home and wet the bed. Not only that, but he'd left his wet sheets for me to clean up! Obviously, I was ticked off!

Taking O into his room, I told him that his behavior was unacceptable and that I intended to do something about it. He didn't seem to be taking me seriously. At one point, I mentioned that he hadn't even apologized, something that always produces an immediate apology, though of course I say it doesn't count under that circumstance. O's response? "Why should I apologize? It was an accident."

There was clearly no need for further discussion. I stripped O of everything but his underwear and pulled him over my lap. The first flurry of swats was lighter and placed over the expanse of his bottom, my hand lifting up to skim his cheeks, pulling the skin so that it jigged in the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. O was not a wiggler, as most males are not. More's the shame! I love having a naughty, squirming, spanked boy in my lap. However, I feel that leg kicking is strictly for sissies.

As O's bottom became accustomed to being spanked, growing warmer and more yielding, I slipped down his underwear and began to spank his bare bottom, reddening it first with my bare hand, then with a heavy wooden hairbrush. O would tell me later that he actually found the hairbrush difficult to bear, but he did so stoically. It is always my advice to a spankee that letting it out in shrieks, moans, and even a little struggling can make a spanking that much easier to take.

From there, I placed O in diapers, after securing his promise to do exactly what I said for the remainder of our time together. After all, as I had taken a few snaps of him lying unconscious in his wet bed on my cell phone, how could he deny me? He proceeded to wet every single diaper I had with me. Seriously, he wet four or five diapers in about an hour! I couldn't believe it.

O also spent some time in the corner, with more swats to keep his bum red. Beyond that, most of our time was spent just changing diapers with lots of baby powder, baby lotion, baby oil, and more.

Types of Hypnosis

Even clients that I see who have some experience with hypnosis usually have questions about its application, purpose, and success rate as well as questions about my style as a hypnotist. Of course I also did a podcast on hypnosis a while ago, but so many of my playmates have moved beyond those first tentative steps and need something a little more.

Most of the time when a new playmate approaches me about hypnosis, they are in fact asking about something more akin to stage hypnosis or hypnosis role play than actual therapeutic hypnosis. Now there is nothing wrong with either kind, but the perception seems to be that genuine hypnosis is preferable somehow or will result in a deeper submission. This is not always the case, though. And they don't have to be used separately either. They can work together to deepen submission and give a more enjoyable experience.

What I will call here "therapeutic hypnosis" is what a therapist might use to help a client overcome some mental block or resolve some traumatic issue. It is driven by a clearly-stated goal, towards which the client is directed via the hypnotist's word choices and post-hypnotic suggestions. The goal is to change behavior or perceptions to allow the client to lead a happier, more fulfilling life.

Generally the script for this type of hypnosis has a longer induction and uses more analogies. There is also more repetition. Language is used to empower the client to change his behavior and perceptions using his own innate abilities. However, as the client obviously does not know how to bring about these changes on his own, he is actually less in control of the session and script than a client interested in hypnosis role play might be. The script also tends to be less sexual, but more sensual in that it plays upon the senses to deepen trance. For example, lighting, music, and scents might be used to ease the transition into trance.

Though I'm calling it role play hypnosis, this type of hypnosis often does result in the client actually entering a trance. However, the only goal is ongoing enjoyment. There is no goal that can be met that will end the client's interest in hypnosis. It is about the fantasy of losing control to a beautiful woman who tinkers with your thought processes. Rather than being discreetly led, the client gains satisfaction from being controlled and feeling helpless.

The client who is interested in role playing hypnosis will have certain expectations about how he will feel once he has been hypnotized. Often this fantasy includes post-hypnotic amnesia. I had one client complain that he wasn't experiencing it, to which I simply responded, "How do you know?" As the client is chasing a feeling with this type of hypnosis, he is often more involved in developing the script, a minor paradox since he wants to feel controlled. The script is often more sexual with less time spent on the induction than on the body and more dirty words are used. For this type of hypnosis, I'm more likely to use a prop, like a pendulum or pocket watch, since the focus is on the sexual and using something like that allows the client to focus on the prop, which is often swinging back and forth before my decolletage!

While in the context of dominance and submission hypnosis is purely recreational (if you are genuinely looking for therapy, you need to see a licensed therapist), I would say that role play hypnosis is more entertaining than therapeutic hypnosis. Both types of hypnosis are useful tools for deepening the submission of a playmate and invite a special intimacy between hypnotic mistress and hypnotized slave.

Good, Clean Thoughts

While I am a sensual Mistress, one area of play where I'm able to divorce myself from the overtly sexual elements of a scene is age play. K contacted me about experiencing a more realistic age play session. When he had pursued such sessions in the past, they had devolved into a sex show or even FBSM. This was not the type of release he was looking for.

The scene revolved around punishment (his first spanking scene!), potty training, and of course regression. I would be playing the role of his Auntie Penny and K would be my visiting nephew. I suggested that he was having bedtime accidents, which he felt should be due to insufficient potty training by his parents. We discussed safe words and other basics of negotiation, then dived right in.

I left for a moment to allow K to compose himself, then returned en role, telling him that I wanted a word with him in the other room. I had K sit down and proceeded to chastise him very thoroughly. I pulled all the stops, being sure that my voice was nothing but condescending, maternal, and brisk, with hints of deep anger. There was nothing sensual in my reprimand.

And yet K could not help but giggle! He had warned me that this was something that happened in his previous sessions. Obviously he wasn't taking his verbal punishment seriously. Sternly I asked what was so funny.

Nothing but giggles answered me.

Taking K by the ear, I led him into the kitchen and made him stand by the sink while I grabbed a fresh bar of Ivory soap from the bathroom. I placed a glass of water next to him, laid out a white hand towel, and unwrapped the soap. K was visibly nervous. We had not discussed mouthsoaping, but it was clear that something was necessary to show him that I meant business and that I could really punish him, if I so chose. I asked if his mouth had been washed out with soap before and he said that, no, it hadn't. Good, then this would be the ameliorating, awakening action he so clearly needed.

As I slid the soap into his mouth, K's eyes widened and watered. He clearly wasn't enjoying the soap. I've never had much of a problem with Ivory soap, but it always seems very unpleasant for those taking it for the very first time. I only left it for a few seconds before putting it down on the towel and allowing K to spit and rinse his mouth with the water. However, I made sure that he knew that the soap was still available, resting on the towel.

The effect was immediate and very satisfying. K went instantly from being a role player who felt rather silly to a chastened little boy who was ashamed at being punished by his stern Auntie.

From there, I administered a sound spanking to K's recalcitrant bottom, giving him a simultaneous tongue lashing that he seemed to feel much more acutely this time around. It was a punishment spanking, but had to be given slowly to avoid marks. I didn't want K's phantom Mommy and Daddy to think I'd been too hard on him! ;)

The scene ended with two big bag enemas to force K to go potty before bed. I made it very clear that I wasn't going to be washing any more sheets!

Susan in School

Yesterday I had a great session with Susie, a lovely little sissy who likes to role play as a school girl. I say Sue is a sissy because she is a male who likes to dress, act, and be treated like a female, but our play is much less, shall I say, ruffled, than play with the average sissy. She is a more genuine school girl, rather than an ultra-feminine one. While I usually prefer the super-frilly aesthetics of the sissy school girl, I prefer the institutional discipline administered to the truer-to-form school girl and we get along quite well as pupil and Headmistress.

Sue wears a genuine school uniform, which we purchased from French Toast. I selected it to match the one I actually wore to school, just to make myself laugh and because it actually was a very nice uniform. She is a 32" waist, so she can wear the size 16 quite comfortably. Her uniform consists of a skirt, blouse, cross tie, sweater, knee socks, saddle shoes, and white cotton panties. Usually her hair is in pigtails, but this time she just wore a side bow.

Sue is probably the most disciplined school girl that ever was. Everything is a punishable offense. To begin with, when Susie arrives, I answer the door and show her into the sitting room, where she is left to change. I don't often leave playmates alone to undress, but Sue just feels so unnatural in her male attire, that I really don't like to look at her. Besides, she has other tasks to complete.

Her uniform will be left neatly on the leather couch. She changes into it and leaves her old clothes draped on the valet. She is allowed to touch a lipstick to her lips and fix her hair in the vanity mirror before taking a chair into the Parlor. She is to get everything ready: lay out the implements I will use, arrange the spanking horse, lay out her composition book, and be sitting up straight like a good girl before I come to her. During this time I've been getting myself in order, perhaps getting a glass of water, going over her previous composition once more, or just straightening my stockings.

When I enter the room, Sue is to stand and greet me. Then she presents herself for uniform inspection. Are her socks straight? Are her shoes tied prettily? Is her hair in order? Is her shirt tucked in? Are her panties bunched? Is there any lint on her skirt? She has yet to get it completely right. This is my first opportunity to punish her, usually by caning her calves, as was the case yesterday.

From there I go over the errors of fact, style, grammar, and penmanship in her latest essay. Each time I see her, I issue Sue with a new assignment to be written in one of her two composition books. We trade off so that each of us always has one. She completes her assignment in the book she takes home and I correct the one I keep with a jaunty red pen. Her latest was a fun read, "Feminine Fashions That Have Been Adopted by Men". Evidently cuff-links were originally worn by women!

Still, it fell short of my expectations. What makes this assignment more difficult is that little Susie is not permitted to type her essay out beforehand and may only check her spelling in the dictionary. I also correct her style. Of course she may make notes by hand before beginning to write, but the end result must be handwritten in her composition book, double-spaced, in black ink. I believe she received ten strokes on the hands with the strap.

After she was issued with her next assignment, I took my seat and Sue, seated in front of me, was made to recount everything naughty she had done since we last saw each other. As usual, she had touched herself while looking at my picture and trying on a pair of my stockings. She had also been intoxicated not once but twice and failed to hold the door for an older woman. Usually she has also cussed, but I think her last punishment session with a prolonged genital torment may have cured her--at least temporarily.

The rest of our time together was spent with my cleansing Susan of these misdeeds by any means necessary. She was punished severely, with her uniform slowly coming off. First her skirt was lifted, then removed. Her blouse was undone and taken off. Eventually she was stripped of everything but her cross tie and hair bow! And her bottom and thighs positively glowed.

When I felt she had been thoroughly chastened, I had her lie down on the table and I rubbed something soothing into her welts. Sue always becomes excited when I do this, so it is necessary to milk her to prevent her from disgracing herself.

I assure you I only have her best interests at heart!

Error Proof

My little sissy daughter Laura sits on the toilet with her eyes shut tight. Her legs are pressed together and her hands are clenched at her sides. As I stand over her unwrapping the pregnancy test, a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Spread your legs."

Sniffling she complies. She's already been well-spanked and may be crying from the stinging in her sissy bottom, but I suspect that it's the humiliation that has driven her to actual tears.

"Pee."

Her little sissy stick, shriveled to the size of a lipstick tube, trembles.

"I'm waiting."

Eventually a thin, almost clear stream of urine sprays over the tip of the pregnancy test. I hold it there for five seconds, as the box directed, and then set it on the sink. I roll up a bit of toilet tissue and tell Laura to wipe herself.

"What a slut you've turned out to be."

She doesn't answer. She just sits on the toilet and sniffles, her skirt hiked up and her knees pressed together again. She would almost look demure, in her ruffled ankle socks and pig tails, except for the thick-heeled, black patent sandals she wears.

"We have ten minutes until that test is done. I'm sure you can think of something more productive to do that sit there with your sex hanging out. That's what got you into this situation in the first place."

"Yes, Mommy." Laura pulls up her white, cotton panties. I know she's only wearing them for show. I've seen the silky thongs in her drawer. Does she think I'm blind?

As she walks past me, I swat her bottom hard. She is surprised by the impact and stumbles forward a bit, her short skirt bobbing up to show her panties again.

I follow her into her room, where she begins folding a basket of laundry--mostly our lingerie.

"Look at me."

She looks up shyly, grasping a pair of my panties.

"I don't want a slut to touch my intimate things."

She puts the panties down quickly and starts to fold something else.

"I wasn't done, Laura. Put that down and come kneel in front of me."

She obeys. She wouldn't dare otherwise. The long, leather strap is still on her bed from the harsh spanking she received earlier.

"No, that's not quite right, is it?" I ask. "Nuns kneel." I bend forward so that my lips are next to her pierced ear before I whisper, "And you're a whore. On your hands and knees with your cunny in the air."

Laura assumes the position without complaint or comment. I'm sure it's one she knows well.

"Lift up your skirt and show me your pussy."

She does.

I meander over to the bed and pick up the strap. I run it over my palm slowly and circle my naughty, slutty, dirty little sissy daughter.

"I'm going to whip the place where all those horny boys fucked you."

She moans and twitches. I've not punished her there before. I can't help but think that perhaps, if I had, she would not have grown into such a wanton little slut.

Without further explanation or chastisement, I bring the whip down hard on her sex. The full force is on her anus, but I also slap her balls on the backstroke. Her whole body spasms and a thin stream of cum drips from her sissy stick.

"Disgusting! Lick that up!"

Crying again, Laura lowers her lips to the carpet and dabs at her own pre-cum.

"Will anything get you off?"

Laura sobs, "I don't know, Mommy."

"Then we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Again I strike her. This time her back arches and she throws her head back.

"Perhaps I'll just flog this little pussy raw then have a whole string of boys fuck you, one after the other. Will that teach you your lesson?"

Another strike with the whip and Laura cries, "Yes, Mommy!"

"So I should arrange that?"

I hit her again. She's getting confused. "No, Mommy!"

"Which is it, you little whore?"

Another blow. "I don't know, Mommy!"

And another. "Do you want the boys to fuck you?"

I'm beating her rhythmically now and harder than I usually would have dared, but the way she's arching her back and moaning through her sobs tells me she can take it.

"Do you want the boys to fuck you, young lady?" I almost scream.

"Yes, Mommy!"

With a final, particularly brutal blow, she collapses on her stomach, her face pressed into the floor. I drop the whip and heave a sigh.

"Let's go check your pregnancy test and then we'll talk."