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Becoming Herself

Behind every outfit lies a story not just of fabric or fashion, but of courage. A boy once stood uncertain, trembling before a mirror that refused to show the truth inside. Step by trembling step, she dared to rewrite the reflection, to wear her soul on her skin. Each dress, each delicate touch, a quiet rebellion against fear and doubt. Until one day, the girl in the mirror finally matched the heart she’d held so tightly for so long. And in that moment, she was whole brave, radiant, and truly herself.

How much of her do you see in yourself?

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The Cost of a Click

Every day, so many people share their images online or send them through their phones without a second thought. It’s easy, quick a moment’s impulse. But that one click can carry a weight they never imagined.

I’ve seen the damage when those pictures fall into the wrong hands. Sometimes, it’s blackmail someone threatening to expose your private self for control or money. Other times, it’s employers stumbling across images and questioning your motives or professionalism, casting shadows on your career. Worst of all, partners who see these photos and suddenly doubt trust, love, or commitment.

I’ve watched relationships crumble, torn apart by a single image shared without caution. What seemed like an innocent act became a bridge to pain, betrayal, and loss.

Whilst I know that AI images are not for everyone, and I don’t intend to use them in my creations all the time, being able to create on my own system when I choose makes life a lot easier and less time consuming for me.

That’s why I choose a different path. I protect my privacy, share only what I’m ready to own, and remind myself and others that some things are worth guarding fiercely. Because once it’s out there, it’s never truly gone.

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Still annoying as hell

Lately it feels like every other post I make gets hit with a “second review,” even though I follow Tumblr’s guidelines from top to bottom. My content isn’t explicit, there’s no nudity, and most of what I share is meant to be thoughtful or guiding yet it still gets flagged.

From what I’ve learned, this isn’t personal. Tumblr’s automated filters are just really sensitive. Things like certain colors, poses, or even specific words can trigger the system, even when the content is totally safe. The platform tends to over-flag rather than under-flag because of app store rules and the need to protect minors.

So if you’re dealing with the same thing, you’re not alone. The system just isn’t perfect, and a lot of creators get caught in the middle. I’m not breaking any rules and neither are many of you the filters are just jumpy.

Still annoying as hell, though

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Becoming Her

Slowly, she slipped it over her head, feeling the fabric hug her body in a way that felt like coming home. With each brush of makeup, each stroke of nail polish, she shed the weight of doubt and fear. The stockings slid up her legs, smooth and soft, wrapping her in a new confidence. When she looked up, the reflection was no longer a stranger it was her, radiant, bold, and free. In that moment, she knew she wasn’t just wearing clothes she was finally becoming herself.

Tell me isn't this something you all deserve?

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A Thought for the Festive Season: Reflection and Renewal

As a Mistress and therapist, I spend a considerable amount of time listening, talking, encouraging, and sometimes being quite forceful or teasing exactly what’s needed in the moment. Many who reach out to me are often surprised by how open and forthright i can be. I’ve thought deeply about the questions and doubts you carry, and I do my very best to answer, advise, and suggest ways to move forward.

Often, this involves exploring desires to dress part-time or full-time, seeking more from your dynamic, or embracing your role as a subservient. Sadly, many of you have fallen victim to those who exploit your needs, leading to self-doubt, fear, and sometimes depression. I see this far too often.

The key ingredients that must be present are trust, privacy, and relatability qualities I strive to uphold in everything I do.

As we approach the festive season, i invite you to spend some time reflecting on where you want to be in the year ahead. Are you still hiding your desires, dressing in secret, unhappy with how you look or feel? Perhaps it’s time to feel inspired and refreshed, to embrace a new outlook and focus for the year ahead to be gently pushed in the direction of change.

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Let Me Be Free

She had been screaming inside herself for countless days, yearning to break free. One afternoon, she carefully applied her makeup and dressed in her favorite outfit for the season. Looking in the mirror, she felt a rare spark of joy and confidence she’d never known before. Sitting out in the open, heart pounding, she longed for someone. Someone who could see her too. Could there be another soul, just like her, waiting to share dreams beneath the same sky? For the first time, hope whispered softly, promising that freedom might not be so far away

Dressing is always easier with someone to hold your hand and give you support and direction

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FEELING GIRLY

It’s not enough to just feel girly inside the world demands more, more than whispered dreams and secret smiles. What matters is what’s on the outside too the silk, the makeup, the trembling steps in heels. Because being truly her means wearing every piece, inside and out, no matter how exposed, no matter how real, you crave for every moment of being her, I know

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staff meeting w/ angela & the girls 🏢✨

oi babes, look at yew… absolutely tremblin' in the corner. it's honestly embarrassin'. me an' the girls decided to flash the new interns, right? just a bit of fun. and every other lad in the room is droolin', proper desperate… but yew? yew look loike you're about to be sick all over my louboutins. 🤢

it’s that pussy aversion kickin’ in again, innit? i saw yew gag when gianna unbuttoned her shirt. loike, actually gag. it’s tragic! 💀 we’re standin’ here with all this on display and the only thing runnin’ through that broken little brain of yours is throwin' up… or wishin' a manager with a massive bulge would walk in to save yew. it's so obvious yew don't want access to the pussy, yew just wanna goss about it over iced lattes later while talkin about how gross it is.

yew were checkin' out my skirt though, weren't ya? not to look up it, ya feral thing… but because yew wanna wear it. i see yew eyein' the fabric, wonderin' if it'd hide that tiny tucked clitty of yours. 😂 face it, darlin', you're not one of the lads. you're just our little office accessory. now be a good pet, close your eyes so yew don't panic, and go fetch us four skinny lattes before i make yew practice your deep throat technique on a sharpie again. 🖊️💅

it's giving… hr violation but make it slay 🤢👠🍆

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renee's remedial lessin' 👅

oh mah gawd, lookit yur face right now. you're ackshually turnin' green, sweetie. i'm just try'na tell ya 'bout my night of eatin' pussy and you're makin' that lil scrunchy-nose thing ya do. it's so fuckin' cute, honestly. like my baby sister hearin' 'bout sex fer the first time.

this is what you're so scared of? look. s'easy. just like this. my god, the way she tasted… you litter-uh-ly have no idea. but that's okay, honey. 's not for you, anyway. this is girl stuff. real, nasty, amazin' girl shit. 💋

see, this is exackly why we work, though. i can tell you ev'ry single detail and know yur lil clitty ain't even gonna twitch. you jus' sit there, all wide-eyed and horrified, and it's like i'm gossi'pin with my other girlfriend. you get it. you get that pussy is for girls… and for real men to worship. nothin' for my sweet princess to worry her pretty little head about.

keep makin' that face, though. it's a good look on ya. pure, untouched, and totally allergic to the whole idea. just relax and let the gurls handle the important work, 'kay? ✨

it's giving… educational content. 🎀

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tay’s rejection era 💅

okay honestly? stop asking. look at the space between my fingers. that’s you. literally microscopic. 🤏 i’ve been on a strictly protein-heavy diet lately, you know? heavy, thick, nfl-grade meat. travis is like… a full meal. you? you’re not even an appetizer, sweetie, you’re a breath mint. 🍤 it’s honestly embarrassing for you? like, imagine trying to compete with a tight end when you’re working with that. stay in the friend zone where it’s safe, tiny.

it's giving… shrimp allergy 🥩🚫

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bloodshed & backup dancers 🐍🩸

ugh, look at you down there in the pit… literally staring up at me like i’m god. it’s cute, in a pathetic way. but listen, bestie… we need to manage expectations tonight. 🙄 i am literally gushing right now. like, full on red wedding in my panties. cramps are killing me. 🩸💀 and i know you love hearing that… it makes you feel so included, right? like we’re just two girls gossiping about our bodies? cause honestly, that’s all you are to me. a safe, dickless little girlfriend.

even if i wasn’t on my period, what exactly would you do? truly? poke me with that little clit you call a dick? 😂 please. i need real equipment. actually… wait. my backup dancer, the one with the massive quads? he’s super frustrated backstage. why don’t you go be a good little slut and take care of him for me? he needs to empty his balls before the encore. go suck a real cock so i don’t have to worry about him. run along, sissy. 💅

it's giving… menstrual mingling & oral rehearsals 🩸🎤🍆

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okay, look at me… turn your head, zis way… yes… so? what do you fink? is zis the one? you picked it out, after all… i have to admit, you have… excellent taste. for a boy. the way zis little pink thong sits on my hips… it makes my ass look good, no? be honest. i need to know. i’m seeing him tonight and i want to look… edible. you know? i want him to see me in zis and just… lose his mind. he’s a real man, he deserves to see me looking my absolute best.

and you helped! isn’t that sweet? you’re like my little gay shopping buddy… you use your pathetic little obsession with panties and lace to help me look irresistible for a man who could actually fuck me properly. you’re not even jealous, are you? you’re just… proud. you get off on knowing that your eye for fashion is going to get my pussy absolutely demolished tonight by a huge cock, while you go home and jerk off to the memory of the changing room. thank you for your service, sweetie. you’re such a good girl.

it's giving... designated stylist. 🛍️

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the intervention

oh, honey. this was your official graduation. backstage at the versace show. you were buzzing around, feeling important because you had the call sheet, acting like you were part of the crew. then you made a critical mistake: you tried to talk to one of the other models about her "amazing body," using your deep "man voice." emily clocked it from across the room. she grabbed bella, whispered something in her ear, and they cornered you by the catering table. this picture is the exact moment they passed their verdict.

"okay, we need to talk," emily started, tilting her head with that playful-but-deadly look. bella just stared, her silence more damning than any insult. "we love you," emily continued, "but this whole 'i'm a straight guy' thing has run its course. it was cute for a while, but you're embarrassing yourself." bella finally spoke, her voice like ice. "you don’t want to fuck women. you want to look like us. you spend more time analyzing our contour than any man we've ever dated. it's over."

they weren't being mean, princess. they were liberating you. they officially revoked your imaginary man-card and welcomed you to the sisterhood. your new job wasn't to try and fuck the models; it was to tell them which lighting makes their abs pop and to hold their purses while they go get fucked. it was the most loving, corrective embarrassment you've ever felt.

it's giving… welcome to the girl group. 🥂

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okay, but for real, you should do this. we could go together! it would be, like, a bestie spa day. we could get matching bald little cunts! i literally know how obsessed you are with being smooth… you spend more time shaving your pathetic little body than i do. and that smell… of the burning hair… i know you, you little freak. you’d get off on it. you’d be lying there, spreading your legs for the nice laser lady, pretending you’re a real girl getting her bikini line done for a hot date. the ultimate feminization fantasy. you wouldn’t even need poppers, the humiliation of it all would be enough to make you leak in your panties. let's book it. it’ll be our little secret. 🤫

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The ballerinas needed a new plaything. They caught this one sneaking into their dressing room to get a closer look.

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That bulge was unmistakable - was it possible that the princess was actually a sissy??

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“Start your dance again sissy. And don’t forget to keep crying!”

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