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Showing posts with label Body Confidence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Body Confidence. Show all posts
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
Sunday, 27 May 2012
The Reluctant Doll
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BDSM,
Body Confidence,
Dolls,
Domme,
Fetish,
Kinky,
Nina Susser,
Second Life
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Real life Dolly
I'm often asked, "How do I become your sub?".
My answer is often something like, "Do something exceptional" or "Impress me" -- very few do.
Then I got this:-
http://desireesissy.blogspot.com
Anyone who admires the female form is going to say, thats a lovely shape right? You wouldn't know it was a man just by looking.
He asked me to publish some of his photos, I said they are so good that he should publish them himself. He said he was shy and wanted me to do it so there was no going back.
So anyway, I said he should do more, he said he needed somebody to direct him.... a few IMs and a phone call later and we have ourselves the beginning of an art project!
I asked him if he could photograph himself in the women's outfits he has, he said that he didn't have much and could do with help choosing clothes on eBay. I thought, "Oh this just keeps getting better!".
When I told Vinter that he would need help choosing clothes, she made a sould like, "Ohhhhh!", and I'm sure I could hear her clapping.
When I told Zev, she said she wanted a few photos of his inner arm so she could get an idea of his skin colour, and a few full body shots so she knew what shape he was so she could recommend certain types of dress.
Not much resistance eh? Let this be a lesson to you all. If you have something to offer, you will find a Domme... or in this case, several.
Lets look at this in detail. I have always said I'd never take on a man. As far as I'm concerned I haven't. The end result of any future photos will portray a photo of a woman. It's not sexual, the moment it becomes sexual the illusion is shattered. The chap wants to be feminized so thats fine for him, and I like photography and erotic, glamour and fine art, so it's good for me.
As for the work, we expect him to do all the work. He's the one who has to go take the photos. I'll set up a blog where we can discuss ideas and do the preparatory work. I may even have to set up a Tumblr account where we post the finished photos. But actually there will be very little effort on the part of the ladies who will be directing him. (Since when has surfing eBay for clothes been effort?).
This guy sent me a whole folder full of photos he has done already. Just goes to prove he is willing to put in some effort. I envisage that as time goes on, between us all we can make a nice little collection of photos. There is nothing quite like the promise of an end result and the chance to be creative to get me excited.
My answer is often something like, "Do something exceptional" or "Impress me" -- very few do.
Then I got this:-

Anyone who admires the female form is going to say, thats a lovely shape right? You wouldn't know it was a man just by looking.
He asked me to publish some of his photos, I said they are so good that he should publish them himself. He said he was shy and wanted me to do it so there was no going back.
So anyway, I said he should do more, he said he needed somebody to direct him.... a few IMs and a phone call later and we have ourselves the beginning of an art project!
I asked him if he could photograph himself in the women's outfits he has, he said that he didn't have much and could do with help choosing clothes on eBay. I thought, "Oh this just keeps getting better!".
When I told Vinter that he would need help choosing clothes, she made a sould like, "Ohhhhh!", and I'm sure I could hear her clapping.
When I told Zev, she said she wanted a few photos of his inner arm so she could get an idea of his skin colour, and a few full body shots so she knew what shape he was so she could recommend certain types of dress.
Not much resistance eh? Let this be a lesson to you all. If you have something to offer, you will find a Domme... or in this case, several.
Lets look at this in detail. I have always said I'd never take on a man. As far as I'm concerned I haven't. The end result of any future photos will portray a photo of a woman. It's not sexual, the moment it becomes sexual the illusion is shattered. The chap wants to be feminized so thats fine for him, and I like photography and erotic, glamour and fine art, so it's good for me.
As for the work, we expect him to do all the work. He's the one who has to go take the photos. I'll set up a blog where we can discuss ideas and do the preparatory work. I may even have to set up a Tumblr account where we post the finished photos. But actually there will be very little effort on the part of the ladies who will be directing him. (Since when has surfing eBay for clothes been effort?).
This guy sent me a whole folder full of photos he has done already. Just goes to prove he is willing to put in some effort. I envisage that as time goes on, between us all we can make a nice little collection of photos. There is nothing quite like the promise of an end result and the chance to be creative to get me excited.
Thursday, 11 August 2011
You thought i was joking?
When I said I wanted a Go-Go dancer, did you really think i was joking?
Oh no. Vinter had an alt which she used as a clothes horse, so she fixed me a shape, and i gave her L$2000 to go and get her a skin and some clothes. The result was the adorable Poppy.
I then made a prim, stuck an animation in it and a script borrowed form a chair - next I downloaded a text browser and set the preferences so she would auto sit on an object, in this case the pose ball.
Now when i load her in my text browser she pops up onto my coffee table and dances. I wasn't happy with her belly dance but luckily Prometheus83 came to the rescue. there is still room for improvement but it's a great start.
Thursday, 21 July 2011
Quest for the Hairy Grail
We moved yesterday. As a convicted chubby chaser, it's an ideal place for me and I already know one for the neighbors, but as for the rest of them, I can only say, there are a lot of very funny people about.
So we got talking about tentacle sex, and I thought I may go try it out, after all, what can happen to me when I haven't even got a vagina.
"Damn! I haven't got a pussy!"
I was obviously aware that I was lacking a Tuna Taco, but had not previously felt any desire for a snatch of my own.
But suddenly I felt incomplete, like there was a hole inside... or to be more accurate, the lack of a hole. I felt humiliated, like I was somehow less-than a woman. I deserve a slit, I should have one. Muff isn't a privileged, it's a right.
But why would I need one? Would I even use it.... does that matter? Then I felt a bit pervy for wanting an item which is essentially for doing stuff on pose balls. It's fap-candy.
But then the anger welled up inside of me, "No, I won't feel guilty, It's my right, I want a CUNT!"
Yes we laughed about it my baby and I. We had seen them for sale in a shop a while ago, and giggled like school girls that there were a range of options... even sound effects. We wondered if we could get fart noises.
Then it occurred to me, if I'm going to get a smush mitten, I want it to be a good one, in fact it has to be the best beaver! I'm not going to have just any old rubbish between my legs.
It's unlikely that anyone will ever see my trim close up, let alone use it, but I'll know, I will know. So what to get? It's not something you normally get a chance to choose for yourself... then the thought hit me! I should let my significant other chose my love tunnel for me. After all, she's the cunny connoisseur, I'm sure she'll find me a gash as gorgeous as the rest of me, with flange that suits her delicate taste. Then I'll be sitting on something special... I'll cherish wear it always!
But where do you find SecondLife's premier poonani? I'm sure there is likely to be the full range of minge available, a panacea of pootang. From mouse-ears to wizard sleeve, hospital corners to a clowns pocket, bacon kebab, camel toe, melon, Chewbacca, Hitler, Enoch and Vin Diesel (*winks at Chaz*).
So the quest is on for the perfect pudding mound, the cutest cooch - preferably a self cleaning model. I don't want to rush into anything, some serious research is called for. Choosing will be a tough job and we wouldn't want to make a ham-fist of it. Expert help is required, a wise woman with knowledge of such things... a slut of epic proportions with experience of handling pink-purse and flipping fur-burgers. If you know anyone, please put their name forward in the comments section. Meantime I'll be trawling the clip joints and titty bars.
So we got talking about tentacle sex, and I thought I may go try it out, after all, what can happen to me when I haven't even got a vagina.
"Damn! I haven't got a pussy!"
I was obviously aware that I was lacking a Tuna Taco, but had not previously felt any desire for a snatch of my own.
But suddenly I felt incomplete, like there was a hole inside... or to be more accurate, the lack of a hole. I felt humiliated, like I was somehow less-than a woman. I deserve a slit, I should have one. Muff isn't a privileged, it's a right.
But why would I need one? Would I even use it.... does that matter? Then I felt a bit pervy for wanting an item which is essentially for doing stuff on pose balls. It's fap-candy.
But then the anger welled up inside of me, "No, I won't feel guilty, It's my right, I want a CUNT!"
Yes we laughed about it my baby and I. We had seen them for sale in a shop a while ago, and giggled like school girls that there were a range of options... even sound effects. We wondered if we could get fart noises.
Then it occurred to me, if I'm going to get a smush mitten, I want it to be a good one, in fact it has to be the best beaver! I'm not going to have just any old rubbish between my legs.
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| "Now we know it fits like a glove, we just have to find one in red." |
But where do you find SecondLife's premier poonani? I'm sure there is likely to be the full range of minge available, a panacea of pootang. From mouse-ears to wizard sleeve, hospital corners to a clowns pocket, bacon kebab, camel toe, melon, Chewbacca, Hitler, Enoch and Vin Diesel (*winks at Chaz*).
So the quest is on for the perfect pudding mound, the cutest cooch - preferably a self cleaning model. I don't want to rush into anything, some serious research is called for. Choosing will be a tough job and we wouldn't want to make a ham-fist of it. Expert help is required, a wise woman with knowledge of such things... a slut of epic proportions with experience of handling pink-purse and flipping fur-burgers. If you know anyone, please put their name forward in the comments section. Meantime I'll be trawling the clip joints and titty bars.
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