When I entered the BDSM world as a domina, I wasn't fully aware of the amount of possibilities. All the kinks and fetishes... all the different ways to do role-playing and cross-dressing. Some of my subs enjoy a bit of a change, like wearing sexy lingerie, a wig, a dress, slutty clothes, etc. Some of them enjoy the full change, to be, for a moment, a woman. To feel like a woman. That's when sissy play happens. One of my regulars slowly started showing interest in cross-dressing and then in becoming a woman. I thought him how to do his makeup, gave him advices on the hair and on the accessories he should get. Helped him learn how to walk with high heels and punishing him whenever he was doing it wrong. Because being a woman isn't about how you look like and how you dress, it's also how you behave, your body language and positions, it's about owning-it. If you want to be a sissy, own it. That session in Alpha-in was particularly fun, we mixed man...
I like knowing a masochist’s reactions firsthand through facesitting. Simply sitting on a masochist’s face does not give me a sense of domination so much as it allows me to exhale deeply from within. It relaxes me. I sometimes wonder why pressing down on someone calms me to the point that my heart feels enriched. But when I hear muffled moans from beneath me, or when I sense the subtle moment their once-still body begins to tremble from lack of air, the sadistic switch inside me flips instantly. When they wish to belong to me, when they fear being discarded, I want to compelled to uncover just how far they can be reduced to a being without rights. I don't want to release a masochist who has silently served as my chair, stripped bare in both body and mind. When a masochist looks up at me, I'm murmuring, “Heaven,” in perfect ease. But when I look down at them, I see a flushed face and vacant eyes, desperately enduring. I believe this contrast is the true beauty of facesitting. ...