Stopping By...

This is fifi's Mistress,
     I thought it would be fun to peek in and read some posts on My slave's blog then thought I would sneak in to write a note. I wanted to take a moment to talk about fifi to the readers. she is a very unique person and I feel very blessed to have her in My life. she worships and adores Me and goes to great lengths to show Me this on a daily basis. I feel the love and special bond that we have growing more and more as time passes by. Whether she is kneeling before Me eager to serve or she is working on daily tasks, I know that her service is what matters most to her. I see her grow in her femininity in regards to poise, style and make-up and I see how she strives to be a better more sophisticated sissy to Me. her protocol is something that she takes great pride in and rules are something she also covets.

     I see her evolving as a person and see her growth in being selfless and wanting to see Me happy. she is learning to revel in My happiness and in return feeling satisfaction from the smile upon My face. she is also open to trying new ideas and concepts and I am growing in our faith for each other right along with her. It is a joy to see that the person she is and the person she is becoming is one of true beauty. I am so happy that we take the time and patience to learn from each other on our journey together and know that we have a lifetime together left to share.

'I love you fifi, you are My constant, My forever and My divine. You are My bright and shining star in this big stretch of word and I and your Sun. Together we will shine always and the heavens will be our playground in this life together.'

Happy Holidays to everyone and I hope that they will be merry and bright for each of you.

Mistress Carrie

A poem by Mistress Carrie

i thought i would share a prom that my Mistress wrote. She texted it to me this morning i thought is was wonderful!

Fifi is a peculiar gurl, one of satin and lace. She minces and preens and sashays and swings with makeup on her face. She opens her mouth for all sorts of things, from ashes to piss and shit. And she always feels the most at home when admiring her locked up clit. She curtsies and serves with lots of verve with a big smile on her face. She has such devotion with lots of emotion and surely knows her place. She is a true sissy, ever so prissy and hates when she is a boy. But on her knees, begging to please, makes her Mistress' pride and joy.

BBC

Most who read this blog or that know me, know that i am not a very sexual person as far as my submission go it is the service and the power exchange that get me off. But people that also know me know that the very big exception to this is my love of Black men. It is a very strong preference of mine and i have been Black only for a couple of years now but my Bulls are few and far between. So i write this blog in s moment of passing horniess while Mistress is relaxing in the bath tub. 

Black men have always felt Superior to me their bodies their skin tone their endowment it all encompasses what turns me on. my first male on male experience  was with a Black friend of mine he used to force me to touch him and let him touch me this was in about 6/7th grade. i strongly resisted just to save face but it secretly felt very right to me weather i wanted to admit it or not. i was already living with the fact that i had spent years prior cross dressing in secret. i held a strong grudge with this boy for a long time as i struggled with my sexuality over the next few years of my life. Into my early 20s I was already very open about my sexuality, kinks, and fully presented as a female quite often. I was a member of many local yahoo groups for crossdressers so anytime i wanted some cock i would just post in them. One of the best results that i ever had was a young BBC Bull that couldnt wait to meet me and i felt the very same. So excited to be with my first Black guy i put on my smallest shortest sluttiest dress (i was alot smaller then lol). Did my make up dark and slutty (i also did horrible make up back then, you win some you lose some) followed by my highest heels. 

When the door bell rang i was greeted by a very fit looking lighter skined man standing before me. He was just a college kid (i lived on OSU's Campus at the time) He had black frame glasses a t shirt jeans and a pair of chuck taylors. i could see his growing buldge in his pants as he looked me over. i grabbed his hand and took him to my bedroom and began to take my time undressing him. Rubbing his body with one hand and his cock with the other. with one hand and his body with the other. When i got all his clothes off i was so impressed i had to take a photo he was sooo hot, strong and manly looking. His body was so tone and define and his cock just hung there begging me to taste it. It was big every bit of 8 inches easily the biggest cock i had every touched. i quickly fell to my knees and began to suck it. Struggling not to vomit each time i went down. Finally after about 10 mins of giving him head he whispered in my ear "i want to fuck your pussy" to which i had no problem telling him that he was WAY to big and it would likely result in my death. He told me that he would go slow and it would feel very good for both of us. Against my better judgement i just couldnt say no again it felt so natural to submit to him. He layed me face down on the bed and began to ease his lubed cock bareback into my sissy pussy after a bit i was craving for him to go deeper it really did feel good! i enjoyed it alot after he came and i saw him off i though long and hard about how wonderful he felt inside me and how natural it was for me to let him take what he wanted. i kept in contact with him for awhile but we never fucked again something always came up though later in life i wish i would have made more time for him.