Ellen von Unwerth'ss Revenge, Preface

From: Finn's Place

Ellen von Unwerth's Revenge, Chapter 1

From: Finn's Place

Lottery

This may be my "I just won the lottery" job.

Interesting pose, cause I'm not sure which one is the slave and which one is the mistress.

From: twiterverted (lost the link, goolgle, you'll get it.)

Where I belong

From: ru_stockings:

Taking Turns

"Oh, are you scared, sissy? Well, you should be, because you're next."

So tell me...

...are you disappointed that your new job turned out to be a bit more intense than originally described in the ad?

Or were you kind of counting on it when the job description for the maid's position noted that only sissies need apply.

Inspection

"You wanted to see me Mr. Simpson?"

"Um, yes, er, John, we...we need to talk about your work attire."

"My work attire, Mr. Simpson? I...I don't understand."

"Well, John, this is kind of awkward for me, but, well...you've been wearing skirts to the office."

"Yes, I have Mr. Simpson."

"John, it...it is against company policy!"

"Against company policy? Put Mr. Simpson, I checked the personnel book very closely, especially the dress code part...I have it right here. I don't see any prohibition."

"You did? You do?"

"I did, Mr. Simpson. Look, right here, on page 85, it states, 'Employee Attire. The Company is a professional organization and as such expects all executives to be professionally attired at all times.' And then here, on page 88. 'Professional attire shall mean matching trousers and coats (suits), matching skirts and coats (skirt suits), or skirts and blouses.' I've been wearing a skirt suit or skirt and blouses all week, Mr. Simpson."

"But...but..."

"And here, Mr. Simpson, page 90. 'If wearing a skirt, the visible portion of the employee's leg shall be covered in hosiery at all times.' I...I've been wearing hosiery, Mr. Simpson, pantyhose on Monday, and a garter belt or girdle and stockings the rest of the week."

"But, John, you...you're...I mean...you're not a female."

"Mr. Simpson?"

"The policy about skirts only refers to women, John, you...you're..."

"But...Mr. Simpson, it...it doesn't refer only to women, Mr. Simpson, just an employee, a generic employee. It is gender neutral."

"But men are not supposed to wear skirts, John!"

"I...I'm not really a man, Mr. Simpson. I mean, I'm a genetic male, but I'm really, a...well, a sissy."

"John, don't you see, it is very distracting for men...er...a...a sissy...to dress like that at the office."

"Distracting? I don't understand. How is it distracting?"

"John, don't...don't you see? A man sees a woman wearing stockings, dangling a heel...men are visual, they get...er, um...they get...distracted."

"Distracted? Really?"

"Yes, John."

"But Mr. Simpson, you mean...you mean to tell that men at the office get distracted by me slipping my heel on and off...like this?"

"Mr. Simpson?"

"Yes, yes, for crying out loud, yes."

"But why Mr. Simpson? You don't think the men here find me attractive?"

"John."

"I mean, I'd hate to distract anyone, Mr. Simpson, especially any of the men. Wait, Mr. Simpson?"

"Yes, John?"

"I'm not distracting you, am I? Sitting outside your office? Right there, at my desk? I know it's just a table, no real sides, but...does it distract you when I uncross and recross my legs?"

"John, you..."

"You know, Mr. Simpson, I was also reading the personnel manual about relationships...um, relationships amongst employees. They are not forbidden, you know."

"I...I know, John, I helped write the manual."

"There is a notice requirement though, for certain relationships. I think the employees need to send HR a letter within 72 hours."

"That requirement is only for sexual relationships, John."

" I don't remember, I did not read that part too closely, I was so busy studying the part about the dress code...to see if a garter belt was okay, I love wearing garter belts."

"You...you do...I mean...John...anyway, employees only need give a 72 hour notice after a sexual relationship."

"72 hours? So, Mr. Simpson, if I had a sexual relationship with a fellow employee, I only need to give HR notice after?"

"Yes, within 72 hours."

"So, if someone, oh, if some fellow employee came back to my house to, um, more closely inspect my attire to see if it complied with company policy, I would not have to report it if we did not have a sexual relationship?"

"Um, yes."

"Hmmm. So, hypothetically, if a supervisor wanted to see the rest of my lingerie, my garter belt, my silver satin camisole and tap panty set, you know, just to make sure my lingerie complied with the dress code, he...he could do that?"

"Yes, yes, John, a supervisor could."

"And what if, I don't know, what if a supervisor wanted to, I don't know, um, get closer, you know, really look carefully at an employees's lingerie, maybe even feel it, how soft, how pretty it is. That's okay, right?"

"I...I suppose a supervisor could do that, without notifying HR."

"Just to ensure compliance, of course."

"Of course, John."

"Well the manual said that no undergarments should be visible, so what if, I don't know, what if a supervisor wanted to check, you know, closely, really, really closely, how an employees pretty, soft, satin panties fit? Could he do that?"

"Oh god."

"Mr. Simpson?"

"Yes, John, yes."

"Without notifying HR?"

"Yes, yes."

"Sometimes the best way to tell if undergarments will be visible is to feel the curve of the garment against the skin, you know, he might have to run his hands over my...I mean, the employee's panties. That's not a sexual relationship, so I...the employee...would not need to tell HR, right?"

"No, I...I suppose not."

"What if the panties were visible? I only ask because I thought my panty line might be visible through my skirt."

"Well, that...that would be a violation of company policy."

"A violation?"

"Yes."

"We...we get punished for violating policy, don't we?"

"Yes, of course, write ups, violation interviews, even..."

"Spankings?"

"WHAT?"

"There is nothing in the manual that prohibits corporal punishment, is there?

"Spankings, I...don't think..."

"I'm just asking if a supervisor could do that, spank an employee."

"I think...there must be something that prohibits, that..."

"That's not a sexual relationship?"

"No, no."

"So no notice to HR and nothing in a personnel file?"

"No."

"I'm only asking because, well, if a supervisor wanted to take a pretty young employee across his lap after looking closely at the employee's lingerie, stockings, garter belt, panties, that...that would be allowed?"

"I...I can't think of...of anything..."

"And if the supervisor, I don't know...maybe liked it...just a little...spanking a panty covered behind, that's not sex either, right?"

"John!"

"I'm only asking, Mr. Simpson, if while spanking the employee, the supervisor got, um, an erection, and accidentally rubbed...you know... while spanking, rubbed against the employee, that...that's allowed?"

"I...I suppose, but..."

"No notice to HR?"

"No, but..."

"You know, Mr. Simpson, in days gone by, after a spanking, the person who got spanked often had to thank the person administering the punishment."

"Thank him?"

"Yes. I know how I'd want to thank a strong man for a hard spanking."

"You...you do?"

"Yes, Mr. Simpson. If I felt his erection pressing into me, I'd want to do something for him, to properly thank him."

"I don't think..."

"It's hard work spanking a pretty employee, I think a supervisor that does that deserves something relaxing, deserves release for all the tension that must get built up."

"But John..."

"Would that be a sexual relationship?"

"What?"

"I'm just asking, I guess, just to be clear, if after you spanked me...I mean, after a supervisor spanked an employee, if the employee, you know, maybe got down on hands and knees and properly thanked the supervisor for the spanking, and helped him get some release, would HR have to be notified?"

"I...I don't know, John, I..."

"Just a little licking, Mr. Simpson, that's not sex, right? Licking and kissing and touching a supervisor's...um..."

"John, please..."

"And if it slipped into the employee's mouth...you know...by accident, that's not really sex, right, it's just, thanking him for the spanking."

"John!"

"Mr. Simpson."

"I...go home, John, now, just go home, this isn't..."

"Will you be administering any punishment tonight, Mr. Simpson."

"That depends on your lingerie, John, that depends on my inspection.

Shame

The kind of school I'd like to go to as a couple.

Trish Goff - Purple Beauty - Purple Magazine Spring/Summer

From: HQ-Models

Yes, Mistress

Humiliation

From: Bad Penny Blues

I just fell to my knees

From Harper's Bazaar Russia, Feb. 2010

Christian Dior Spring 2010 Haute Couture: 34 Photos

Dior, stunning again. And not just because of the whips. Though that helps.













From Coutorture: Christian Dior Spring 2010 Haute Couture: 34 Photos

Fantasies

I wanted you to enjoy this picture for the pure fantasy/fetish thrill it sent down my spine. You'll notice, if you look carefully, that there is some serious gender bending going on, no? I'm picturing it this way, in my fantasy...

That would be Emily, on the left, dressed like a man, dildo for a cock, and me, on the right, dressed as a woman, learning, being taught, how to do this properly.

Captured

Now, he may have thought being kidnapped by these two women was the most terrifying thing in the world. But, something strange happened. Tied up, forced into lingerie, turned into their sissy slave, he got excited. Sexually excited.

We can all dream :)

Submission

This is how a girl like me loves to be. On her knees, in front her her mistress, her lover, worshiping, submitting.

Post Evan

I've gotten some complaint that I've left everyone in the dark about what happened last weekend when Emily's friend Evan came to visit and stayed with her.

I apologize, but to some extent, I have not written in because I'm still not sure what happened.

Yes, he came for the weekend. Yes, he stayed with Emily. Yes, they went out to dinner on Friday night, as well as out to a club on Saturday night. Yes, she wore the white babydoll on Friday.

But...I don't know what, if anything, happened.

Sunday afternoon I was sitting on my couch in a satin cami and tap panty set and a matching robe, at my place, drinking a glass of wine, reading the Sunday Times, when I heard a key in the lock.

"Emily," I said, surprised when she walked in the door.

"Hello my pretty girl," she smiled, closing the door behind her. "Still in your jamies, I see?"

"I," I looked down, "I didn't expect to hear from you till later."

"Well, Evan and I had late lunch, we slept in and he just left, so I thought I'd come over and see if Sara was behaving."

"Why wouldn't I be behaving," I asked.

"Well, sometimes a girl misbehaves," she chuckled. Em walked across the floor, her heels clacking on the hard wood, sat down in a leather club chair opposite me. She crossed her legs and I watched her black skirt ride up her thigh, exposing the pink welts of her stockings.

"You...you look nice," I said, unable to pull my eyes away from her nylon clad legs.

"Thank you. I thought you'd like. Everyone else seemed to, also."

"Everyone else?"

"The old man at the table next to us at lunch, the waiter...Evan."

I looked away, felt my face flush.

"That's what you've fantasized about all weekend, haven't you?"

I looked down at the floor.

"Haven't you, Sara?"

"Yes."

"Come here," she said softly.

I stoop up, still not looking her in the eye, walked towards her, stood awkwardly in front of her. She nodded her head, with her eyes, indicated that I should kneel or sit in front of her, sit at her feet, at her throne.

"Isn't this what you fantasize about, Sara? Isn't this the dark things you write about in your stories, on your blog?"

I didn't answer, why should I? She knew. Emily moved her foot forward, until the top of her foot was under me, hovering, lightly pressing on the front of my panties, pressing into the swelling.

"You KNOW I've read that story you wrote, A Change in our Marriage. That's your fantasy, I know."

I closed my eyes, felt her foot massaging me, the erection in the tap panties.

"Evan really did love the white babydoll I wore Friday night after dinner."

A small gasp escaped my lips. I couldn't help it.

Emily laughed. "I know what you fell asleep dreaming about, Sara, but I didn't do that, I didn't fuck him. He wanted to, but I didn't. I made him stop."

I exhaled loudly, relief actually washed over me.

"Oh, I was a little naughty, but we didn't go that far...I forget what happens at second base, third base and all that, which one's under the shirt, which one's in the pants...or panties."

"Emily," I was breathing so fast I thought I might pass out.

"I want you, Sara."

I looked up, in her eyes, the hunger.

"I don't want a man right now, I want you."

She had me, right there, in the living room. Then later, in the bedroom.

I'm not exactly sure what they did, what was fantasy and teasing, what was real. I only know that the hours we spent touching each other Sunday afternoon and evening were some of the best, most intimate sex we've every had.

The Things That Excite Me

From:The Things That Excite Me

Masculine/Feminine

I love these pictures from Vogue. I think it is the juxtaposition of the masculine with the feminine. While obviously women, the pictures nevertheless have a decidedly masculine tone to them. The gender bending is quite appealing to me, given the gender bending I do.







From: achAT's Fashion Scans: Anne Vyalitsyna - Vogue RU 9/2009