As promised, here are a selection of the pictures taken last Friday at Lady Dynah’s house where i prepared a dinner for Her and for Her daughter “AJ” and friend “J” before singing late into the night on their karaoke.
It is really cold here in Toronto, especially after the hot and humid weather in Lima. i arrived here Wednesday night having left Lima in the early hours of the morning. On Thursday morning, i called Lady Dynah, the wonderful Mistress i was assigned to in my period of training in Mystress World. i get to see Her usually only once a year at this time, happily with the full approval of Mistress Ana. The two have been in touch and seem happy to share my services as their slave and i love serving them both. Mistress Ana had given me permission to serve Lady Dynah orally but i was under strict orders not to be too slutty. Mistress Ana’s idea of slutty and mine are quite different and when i think i am dressed modestly and behaving demurely, She will always find something slutty about me. So, on calling Lady Dynah, i was sure that whatever the outcome, i would probably receive some form of discipline and punishment from both Mistresses at some time or other.
Lady Dynah was at work until 7.00pm and i had a number of things to work on during the day so we agreed that i would arrive at Her home around 8.00pm. Of course, i had to travel there “en femme” which does not present a problem for me. Lady Dynah also outlined Her plans for me which involved going shopping for the groceries i would need to prepare a dinner for Her along the lines of the roast beef dinner i cooked myself in Lima last weekend. i would also have some housework to do during the day while She was at work.
So, at 7.15pm, shaved, with make-up and dressed in black bra and black lace panties, black corset, grey-white striped woollen tunic, skinny jeans, black high heeled booties, white woollen bonnet, pink scarf and pink faux-leather kacket, i left my hotel with just a change of clothes, my make up bag, toothbrush and handbag. i took a streetcar to Osgoode Metro and then the Metro to Lawrence West station which is just 31/2 blocks from Lady Dynah’s home. My, it was cold and the short walk froze my breath into my scarf but i arrived at Lady Dynah’s just on 8.00pm where i was greeted with a warm hug and kiss before being introduced to Her boyfriend, Rex.
i ate supper prepared by Lady Dynah before we sat all three of us together watching TV until Rex left to go home. Then i massaged Lady Dynah’s feet as we chatted and caught up with one another. i passed on Mistress Ana’s best wishes and Lady Dynah reciprocated. We then moved on to chat about when She might be able to take up Mistress Ana’s offer to come and stay with Her in Australia. It was then that Lady Dynah opened up about what a terrible year She had had. An accident at work in which one of the patients in Her care somehow fell backwards as She was helping him into a wheelchair so that he and the wheelchair ended up on top of Her, trapping Her and breaking bones in Her leg and her shoulder. She was some 4 months in recovering but had enormous trouble receiving work compensation insurance and the benefits to which She was entitled. Her finacial situation is tenuous to say the least and loss of income was the worst thing that could have happened to Her and it was this set back that killed any idea of Her coming to Australia last year.
The only good news though was moving into Her new home which is a big improvement on the shared accommodation She had last year, 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, lounge and kitchen – all in a basement apartment in a very nice part of town. Her boyfriend Rex is new but seems very nice and serves Lady Dynah as Her chauffeur, coming every morning to drive Her to work and he also does a lot of odd jobs for Her around the apartment. We all three seemed to get along together very well.
Lady Dynah shares Her apartment at weekends with Her daughter and two lesbian friends who are an item. All 3 girls live-in as cares for their employers during the week and get together on Friday nights at Lady Dynah’s which are usually great fun by all accounts. Lady Dynah explained that She would be working from 8.00am but back at 12.30pm before heading out again at 1.30pm but home again around 4.00pm when She would take great delight in playing with Her willing slave. While She was at work, i would go shopping and then retur to the apartment, prepare dinner, make beds, do washing up and a general clean of the place, none of which bothered me in the slightest.
We talked late into the night before sharing Her double bed, me in a borrowed nightdress. As i undressed and prepared to slip into the nightdress, Lady Dynah gasped and had me stop putting on the nightdress while She examined my breasts which have obviously grown and developed considerably since i last saw Her a year ago. She took great delight in fondling them, tweaking and playing with the nipples, squeezing them to feel the solid breast tissue beneath the nipples and all the time quizzing me about how i had achieved the breast development. Fascinated, She caressed and fondled my breasts for a long time before, sighing, told me to get into the nightdress and then into bed. This was not the first time that we have shared a bed but i know my place which is to lie there passively and simply go to sleep unless i am being toyed with by Her. i copped a couple of sharp blows to my ass by Her flogger as i climbed into bed, just to serve as a reminder of my expected submission. However, we both went straight to sleep, Lady Dynah needed to be up early for work.
We both got out of bed more or less together Friday morning and were ready to leave when Rex arrived on the stroke of 8.00am. He kindly dropped me off at the local supermarket where i went in and bought all of the ingredients i needed for the roast beef, roast potatoes, carrots, creamed mushrooms and brussel sprout dinner i was to prepare for Lady Dynah, Rex and Her 3 weekend house-mates. Of course, the meat fridge in the supermarket did not have a pice of beef big enough to do for 6 people so i had to ask them to provide me with one. i approached a lady filling one of the butchery cabinets and she happily went into the back of the store to meet with my request. A few minutes later the butcher himself returnned with my meat, smiling at me and making me promise not to burn it! We laughed together before i collected the remaining items and went to the check out. Whether the butcher or his female assistant picked me for transgender or not, it didn’t matter, they both referred to me as female, were very friendly and helpful and i felt a real boost in dealing witht them.
Then the 71/2 block walk back to Lady Dynah’s apartment. i was really glad i was wearing an elasticated mini-skirt, black with ruffles, purple tights and purple blouse with pink woollen cardigan beneath my pink faux leather jacket because it meant that as the hand carrying the shopping bags began to freeze in the -13 degree temperature, i was able to swap hands and then slip the frozen hand inside the elasticated waist and under the top of my tights and warm it up as i walked. Foolishly, i had not taken or acquired any gloves!
Once back at the apartment, i made myself a coffee and some breakfast, thawing myself out before putting away the shopping, making the bed, washing up the previous night’s dishes and generally cleaning and tidying the apartment. Next, knowing that Lady Dynah would have only about an hour and a half alone with me that afternoon before the girls began returning, i began preparing dinner, peeling the vegetables and getting them so that all i had to do with them was put them on to boil at the appropriate time.
Lady Dynah returned home before i had finished preparing the vegetables and took great interest in the way i had prepared the brussel sprouts. The reason? She had never even seen such vegetables before never mind eaten them and, it seemed neither had any of the girls! She had seen them in the picture i took of my meal last weekend and just had to try them. We had lunch together and chatted and She showed my the toys, bondage straps and cuffs she planned to use on me that afternoon before going to Her room to check things on Her laptop. All went very quiet for a while as She fell asleep and so was late leaving for Her next appointment. This meant that She would now be returning a little later than planned.
By the time She returned, the meat and roast potatoes were in the oven, the other vegetables in pans on the stove ready to simply finish off in the last half hour before we ate. It was however closer to 5.00pm than the 4.30pm She had anticiaoted returning and so, with the first of the girls usually arriving back around 5.30pm there was too little time for any bondage games, oral worship or discipline. So, we had a coffee together and chatted a little. She was pleased with my work around the apartment and complimented me on the way i had made the bed.
At 5.30pm, the first of the girls, “J” arrived, one i had not previously met. She greeted me warmly and joined us chatting while we waited for the other girls to arrive. Next to arive was Lady Dynah’s daughter and the last was “G” the tomboy partner of “J”, a friend of Lady Dynah’s daughter “AJ” who i had met last year when we all went clubbing downtown together. The girls all complimented me on my appearance which prompted Lady Dynah into a photo session during which She took great delight in showing off my breasts. The girls were equally fascinated and questions flowed about how far i was going to go with the hormones, my relationship with my wife, family and more. They were even more intrigued when i mentioned that Mistress Ana wanted me to be albe to lactate and that i had plans, now that i had the breast tissue, to intiate lactation at some stage in the future. It all felt really nice to be in the company of 4 genuine women all of whom accepted me as if i were one of them and treated me like the woman i so feel inside.
Rex declined the dinner invitation so i served dinner for Lady Dynah and the girls. All are Filipina which is why i guess thay had never tried brussel sprouts. i was quite concerned because sprouts are a vegetable that people either love or hate. For example, i am the only one in my own now extended family that will eat them! i really didn’t want the girls or Lady Dynah not to like them but was very fearful that they would. i need not have worried. Dinner was a great success. The meat was perfectly cooked and the butcher had done me proud in providing a piece of beef with sufficient fat still on it to baste the meet and make it really tender. My roast potatoes were a big hit too but not as a big a hit as the brussel sprouts and creamed mushrooms. We all over indulged both on food and wine before adjourning to the lounge.
“AJ” then switched on a karaoke machine and so began a night of singing. Lady Dynah had contemplated going out clubbing but the girls did not feel up to it and preferred to lounge together, chat and sing and, i suspect, above all else, stay warm! The songs flowed, one after another and we all took our turns, Lady Dynah and i discovering our musical tastes were very similar with so many songs that we both enjoyed that we sang together, scoring a maximum 100 on quite a few song too i might add! Together, Lady Dynah and i raked up some wonderful “golden oldies” while the girls of course went for more modern stuff.
The girsl gradually driften off to bed, leaving Lady Dynah and i to sing and drink wine well into the night, til 3.00am in fact before, slightly inebriated, we took ourselves to bed. No playing or worship in bed Friday night either and we both slept through til Lady Dynah received a phone call around 9.00am. Wide awake after She had dealt with the call, we both dressed. Lady Dynah very kindly gave me a lovely pale blonde wig in a short cropped style after She had insisted i try it on and we discovered how much it suited me. i gratefully accepted it. We had a light breakfast and coffee together before both heading out at the same time. i had dressed as i had arrived apart from now wearign the new wig and as we said our goodbye’s to the girls, again the complimented me on my appearance and another brief photo session ensued.
We kissed and hugged and promised to be together again next year before Lady Dynah and i stepped out into the cold and walked had in hand together to the Metro Station. Lady Dynah was heading north and i was heading south, back to my hotel on the edge of Chinatown. We waited together on the platform, aying our goodbye’s and chatting more on the possibility of Lady Dynah coming to stay with Mistress Ana in Australia and She promised to keep the idea in mnd and to act upon it as soon as She felt that she could. Our respective trains arrived together and we hugged and kissed our final goodbye.
A thoroughly enjoyable couple of days and i am now looking forward to receiving copies of the many pictures taken by Lady Dynah which will of course be posted here in due course.
It rained in Lima overnight and there were large puddles on the roads and pavements this morning. Rain in Lima is so rare it prompted me to share this post and Bally Shoes’ new rain heels – ideal for wet weather and with winter coming in Australia, i should definitely get a pair or two.
Originally posted on A Stairway To Fashion:
With the new Bally shoes named ‘Rain Heels‘ you can forget about the fear of spoiling your favourite shoes on a rang afternoon. This fashionable and extremely comfortable model is not afraid of the moods of the weather. Rubberized skin does not change its colour if rained on and the rubber sole – in the same tone with the shoes itself – will protect your feet from getting wet.
There are three colour variations, among which you can choose the one that fits better your wardrobe. I personally like the red ones, but the versions in yellow, blue and black look very cool.
Yes, i think i am out of my slump, my period of total lethargy. i have been preoccupied with trying to snap out of this slump for several days and came round to the thinking that it all started with the protracted period from mid-December to late January when i was unable to be Roxie, my feminine self. During that time, it hardly seemed worthwhile to shave my body as i knew i was not going to be going anywhere as Roxie so i let myself go. As i became hairier i began to feel less feminine and more ugly. So, knowing that this weekend i could be Roxie the entire time with no interruptions, i spent Friday evening depilating my whole body, arms and legs before exfoliating and moisturising and then slipping into bed in some sexy red lingerie.
i slept well and was up early on Saturday morning. i had a lot of data processing to do for a client so knew i would be busy for mmost of the day. i dressed in a short black mini-skirt with ruffles, a red blouse over red and white polka dot matching bra and panties and black corset, tightly laced.
i worked Saturday until late afternoon and then, after preparing myself dinner, i relaxed with a glass of wine listening to opera. i slipped into the same red lingerie as i had worn the previous night and by bedtime, having been “en femme” all day was definitely beginning to feel more like my old self. i thought about what i might do on the Sunday and decided i would definitely go out “en femme”. i woke a little late for me at 7.30am and started the day leisurely with a morning cuppa before i shaved and applied make up.
Once i had applied make-up, i got into my black corset, laced it very tightly – so tight i could hardly breath but it felt wonderful to be so tightly constrained again. i chose black bra and a black lace thong beneath a green-grey and black sheath dress, loose fitting and ideal for the hot and humid climate in Lima right now. Slippping into a pair of black patent leather stiletto pumps, so dressed, i grabbed my handbag and purse and went out, taking a taxi to one of the large shopping malls in Lima where i wandered around, window shopping, entering some of the stores and trying on shoes (a fruitless exercise, Peruvian women are typical short and large sizes are very hard to come by). So, i did not buy anything.
i browsed the shops for several hours, stopping for a while in a Starbucks for a coffee before returning to the apartment early afternoon. By then i was getting hungry and had planned a roast beef dinner and needed to get working on it. As you can see from the following pictures, i really do enjoy cooking and, though i say so myself, am not bad at the things i know how to prepare and am always willing to try new recipes.
Feeling quite replete once i had finished eating, i adjourned to my lounge where i finished off the bottle of malbec while listening to music. i confess too that i dozed off for a while – about an hour perhaps. The good thing though about this weekend has been that the longer it has gone on and the more time i have spent as Roxie the more i have felt like my old self. Hairless, smooth skinned and perfumed feels wonderful and i know it is how i am meant to be. Next weekend i will be in Toronto and with Lady Dynah. Time with Her is always fun and i am wondering what this visit will bring in the way of adventure – a night out on the town for sure, clubbing an dancing but no doubt i will also have some chores to do for Her while She is at work on Friday. i have to say that i am now really looking forward to it after a few weeke of self doubt, wondering if i was really up to being feminine with Her. i now feel confident i am back to my old self and am really looking forward to next weekend. Roxie is back, in all her glory!
In spite of my lethargy, here are some rather elegant looks i have come acroos in my lackadaisical internet browsing these last few days. They are all from Trending Styles and there are some lovely combinations.
i can’t explain why but i have developed a real sense of lethargy these last few weeks and it doesn’t seem to want to go away. i am normally very self motivated, seeking out to live life to the full, work hard and play hard but strangely these days i don’t feel motivated either to work or play. What is worse is that i am really struggling with my femininity. This was for many years the core of my being and the one thing above all else that i treasured. However, as i have posted here before, the long summer school holidays in Australia which kept my wife home all of the time precluded me from being my feminine self and until i embarked on my current overseas travel i managed to be roxie only twice while visiting Mistress Ana. On those occasions i discussed my unease at my lack of motivation with Mistress Ana and we put it down to the long period of inactivity so i was really looking forward to getting away on this business trip where i knew that once i got to Peru i could be roxie almost every day.
i packed my bags and included female clothing for the hot climate we have in Peru at the moment as well as for the very cold climate i am expecting in Toronto where i shall be seeing Lady Dynah. Of course, i also had to pack my male clothes for when i am at work on this trip but i knew i had packed enough bras, panties, blouses, skirts, dresses, heels, booties to give me plenty of looks to create whatever the climate. Strange though that since i have arrived in Lima, i have done little more to be feminine than wear panties under my male clothing and my nightdress. To be fair to myself, i have only been here a week now and as things worked out i had to be in male mode for work Thursday and Friday and then over the weekend had to entertain a male business colleague who had come to town especially to spend time with me on a project and as luck would have it could only be here Saturday through Tuesday.
So, Saturday morning was lost to roxie as we worked together in my apartment and then, feeling somewhat sorry for the guy who knows very few people in Lima, i invited him to come for a late lunch on Sunday as i was planning to cook myself a roast and there would be more than enough for two. So, in a way i shot myself in the foot but even so i still had all of Saturday afternoon and evening and all of Sunday morning and well into the afternoon to let roxie out of her cage. However, it was not to be. After my colleague left on Saturday in the early afternoon i did absolutely nothing and just veged out. i had no enthusiasm for anything at all and even though i did slip into a red silk camisole and matching boxers when i went to bed, Sunday morning came and i stayed in my nightclothes until i had to get dressed before my colleague returned. i did not wear either of the two wigs i had packed, no makeup, no shoes even. i just lounged around the apartment in my nightwear completely un-motivated to do anything other than make a start on preparing the roast lunch!
There was a time not so long ago when i would have been dressed and have makeup and wig in place as fast as you could say “Jack Robinson” after my colleague had left on Saturday and then i would have gone out and done some shopping or gone to the cinema or something but right now i simply just could not be bothered. Lethargy! i have never felt like this in my life and have no idea what might be the cause but want it to go away quickly. i don’t like feeling like this but can’t seem to snap myself out of it. i have even tried listening to some feminisation hypnosis MP3′s that i have in the hope of re-injecting some feminine fervour into my being but sadly to no avail. It is not that i want to be male either – i don’t! i just don’t seem to want to do anything and it feels terrible!.
In two days time i will be heading up into the mountains for 6 days working in the field so even if i can snap out of this state of mind before then, there will be no opportunity for roxie to show herself and then there will be only a week to go before i meet up with Lady Dynah in Toronto where i shall have to be roxie at her best. i just hope something of my true motivated self returns before then.
i haven’t posted anything on lingerie for some time and this post really caught my eye. There are some lovely delicate sexy items in this list that are most difinitely on my own personal wish list and not just for Valentine’s night!
Originally posted on A Stairway To Fashion:
History of Valentine’s Day – another confusing novel. The roots of the traditions of this holiday dates back to antiquity and the early centuries of Christianity. But who was Saint Valentine, and how did he become associated with this ancient rite?
The Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred. One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine’s actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.
Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons, where they were often beaten and tortured. According to one legend, an imprisoned Valentine actually sent the first “valentine” greeting himself after he fell in love with a young girl – possibly his jailor’s daughter – who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter signed “From your Valentine,” an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories all emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic and–most importantly–romantic figure.