A man’s man, gym bro, powerful CEO and tradie have all stepped across the threshold into my session space to strip off their masculine costumes and step into their feminine personas. The happiness, excitement and euphoria erupting in a man as he strips off his suit to reveal pink lace lingerie hidden underneath spreads over to me. From that moment until the end of the session we float together in a beautiful bubble of exploration. 

Transforming a man into his female alter ego is a magical experience. He brings his secret. I provide the space. A safe container where he lets go of the outside world and becomes she.  I swing my magic wand, carefully painting their lips with lipstick as if I’m sprinkling fairy dust onto their smiling face.

Step by step, I guide them through phases of makeup application, lingerie, clothes and shoes selection until they are ready to show off their feminine persona. Perhaps shy at first, until they realize it’s safe to let go and fully embody their inner feminine. Everyone’s version of she is different to everyone else's. Sometimes she comes with a feminine name. Other times it's their sissy self that's taking over the reins for a moment in time.

Over the years, I’ve seen a variety of heterosexual men with collections of women's clothes, lingerie, wigs, stockings, stilettos and makeup. I’ve witnessed men in various degrees of dedication to crafting their feminine persona. 

A complete beginner might have tried his mom’s, sister’s or girlfriend’s clothes on or only thought about it and never gone further. 

The next level could include buying items of their own to try out in private and starting a secret collection of clothes and makeup. 

Taking it a step further is being witnessed expressing this feminine version of oneself whether by someone they know or in a session with me.

Once the session moves along, feel the energy in the room change along with my client's voice and demeanor as he leaves his everyday identity behind to transform into she. 

I encourage them to show off their clothing, talk in a more feminine voice if it feels natural and change their posture and behavior to suit the feminine form. With me, they are submerged in a sea of femininity. A space where I gently guide or take on a more active masculine role where I treat them as my beautiful toy. A naughty slut for me to play with, if this has been agreed upon before the beginning of the session. Then, once they are feminized, I make them my cock loving sissy slut.  

In a crossdressing session, men are given space to embrace their feminine selves in my presence and return to their male existence knowing I’m there to support them when they crave that transformation again. I’m happy and honored to take on the role of guide, companion and Mistress on your journey. 

Tom Ford Liquid Lip Luxe deserves five stars after passing my Dominatrix test of conduct: a five hour baccanal fuck feast. 

My lips looked immaculate from the moment the first spit slowly dripped out of my lips to land down the throat of my gaping subs mouth. Fast forward through passionate moments of intense indulgence, sweat inducing fucking, foamy cocktails and oyster slurping. The color remained equally distributed and locked in place for five hours of fun.

Two long months had passed since our last session, so my sub and I started the night by popping a bottle of champagne. After slowly sipping on the first serving of bubbly golden nectar, I placed a black rubber collar around his neck, transforming him into my obedient slave for the night. When I allowed slave to have a second sip of champagne, I couldn’t tell our glasses apart, since my lipstick had left no mark. I continued drinking from both, serving slave sips directly from my lips. All while both glasses remained free from lipstick marks. 

As the session flowed from foot worship and spitting to discipline, the only redness on slave's face came from careful slaps, not my teasing kisses. As I spanked his willing ass, first with my hands, then with a flogger, followed by a heavy paddle, my grin grew progressively larger, yet the distribution of lipcolour remained the same. 

After sliding first one, then multiple lubed up fingers into slaves willing ass, it was time to fuck him with my BBC strapon, I entered his ass from behind, sliding my cock in slowly at first, making him feel every inch. I fucked him faster and faster until it become a full on cardio session and I felt drops of sweat roll down my face, down to my mouth where a salty drop rolled into my heavily breathing mouth.

I pounded slaves ass until an intense assgasm, followed by some moments of affection, before I had a shower to rinse off the sweat. I patted my face dry and put on some powder to conquer redness and shine. My lips still didn’t need a touch up. 

While I slipped into a tight knee length leather dress preparing for our mid session snack, slave followed my instructions, slipping a remote controlled vibrating anal plug inside his ass. I placed the tiny remote in my clutch and smiled my biggest smile yet thinking of controlling slave’s ass in public.

Downstairs at the hotel bar, we ordered citrus and tequila based cocktails that arrived with a foamy layer on top. After my first sip, I wondered if my lips would pass this test too as I licked the foam off them slowly while contemplating my subs fate. I forgot all about my lips as I stared deep into my submissive’s eyes while switching between pressing the ‘on’ button, increasing speed, changing vibration patterns and pushing the ‘off’ button. I giggled as I increased the intensity of the vibrations to level three at the same time as a plate filled with oysters was placed in front of us. My subs eyes barely twitched as his insides vibrated at the highest level. I felt a sense of pride over teaching him so well he could be brought out in public. I decided to let us both enjoy the food, so I switched off the vibrations while we alternated slurping up oysters with a lemon squeeze or vinaigrette.  

The rest of our time together flowed away like a long anticipated fantasy come true. I didn’t think of my lipstick again until I leaned back into the seat smiling with satisfaction in the back of an Uber. I pulled out a mirror to check my makeup and the post session selfie spoke for itself, messy post shag hair, glossy forehead, natural blush, faded eyeshadow and…flawless lips. Thank you Tom Ford.