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Monday, April 23, 2018

A final bit of "Madge and Timmy.

Well, the fact that nobody seems to give a f*ck anyway made me decide i won't bother you any further with this double-act after this. This is my own interpretation. A tiny bit more cinematographic than A.W.'s own illustrations and a bit more vanilla but that's me all over.

Saskia


Thursday, April 19, 2018

More 'Madge and Timmy' illustrations by A.W.

Almost simultaneous with AW(Anonymous Writer)'s latest publication on FictionMania i have the honour to publish some more drawings by A.W. him/herself. For the fans. They are in no particular order but you can guess for yourself which image goes with which story.(click on FULL SIZE for the really large version)

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Saturday, April 14, 2018

Stepmother's Delicious Revenge

To be completely honest, i competely stole this storyline. That is to say, it was initially an existing story by someone else i changed a bit to suit my own personal preferences purely for masturbatory uses. The point being that after these first adjustments i couldn't stop and kept adding and correcting. At first i was just details but eventually it was the whole reasoning and the underlying thought-processes i had to ellaborate on or correct. So when i finally put it beside the original it had become for the largest part mine. For forementioned reasons i won't put this on fictionmania but if it still bugs someone or if someone actually feels plagiarized, i'll take it down but i do think i produced something interesting here.



My stepmother was so very very excited!  Tonight, her feminized son Marcella was finally going out on his first romantic date as a girl........with a very mature MAN!

When i tell people they usually think i'm making it all up as these things sound so completely  unlikely to happen in real life, but over a number of years my cruel depraved stepmother, Lavinia, had actually purposely and very effectively been transforming me from a fairly normal teenage boy into a completely feminized pretend-girlfriend for much older men. Just over two years ago,  my leacherous father had ran off with another woman, leaving Lavinia to care for me on her own. She didn't take it very well and i think she had a bit of a breakdown. Lavinia was actually a very beautiful and glamorous woman who had always played the perfect society trophy wife to him so her outrage was in first instance
Lavinia had been transforming
me into a beautiful feminized
pretend-girlfriend for much
older men
understandable but she took it a bit far. The point being that in response to his betrayal she in decided that she would take her own brand of poetic revenge on her cheating husband by virtually unmanning his only son,.... me.
At least that was part of her initial motivation for doing what she did but her enthousiasm and the obvious pleasure she seemed to get from my subjugation clearly said that it was at least partly for her own depraved sexual satisfaction. Certain forms of cruelty just seemed to turn her on.

And so, after two years of mind-altering drugs, strict training and a very thorough brainwashing, it all came down to this.  Poor me!  I'm still terrified about being sent on a date with this older man, even when i  had been trained for such an occasion for months.  I had been close to tears this afternoon as a totally delighted Lavinia helped me with the especially glamorous hairdo and make-up a young lady absolutely needs for such a romantic outing. Her authoritive but seductive voice telling me over and over again what i lucky girl i was and how much i would enjoy being in the arms of a masculine man... I almost believed her too. Lavinia has that effect on people.. 

Lavinia had posted Marcella's(my) profile on a dating website called Mandate.com, including some very sexy glamorous photos of me.  The description said Marcella was 19 years old  and exclusively interested in dates with much older gentlemen.  Well, within days it seemed like almost a hundred more or less suitable men in the vicinity had eagerly responded.  Lavinia was absolutely delighted when she discovered that she could subject her poor little Marcella to quite a few 'romantic' encounters with elderly men.

Lavinia had of course picked out some very elegant cocktail- and evening-dresses that were both exquisitely sexy and glamorous for her stepson to wear at such occasions.  A strict diet combined with small doses of hormones and strict figure training had given her darling Marcella the shape and look of a very elegant young woman.  And with relentless training and lots of practice, Marcella could now convincingly  walk, talk and move like a real girl.
Lavinia had of course picked out
some very elegant cocktail- and
evening-dresses that were both
exquisitely sexy and glamorous
for her stepson
And she didn't stop at the outward apearances, i was also been made very conscious of the sensual and erotic sides of being an ultra feminine glamour puss. There were the erotic experiences that go with being dressed in nothing but silks and satins, beautifull nylon stockings and restrictive corsets but there was also the realization of the effect the glamorous young miss i saw in the mirror, would have on......men. And the consequences that may result from that. Lavinia was very thorough and costs didn't seem to play a role. The prettiest of designer clothes, Manolo Blahnik shoes and the prettiest lingerie one could imagine, i had everything the young spoiled society princess, Lavinia was forcing me to become, could possibly desire. There were also the 'educational' dress-up games where i was totally immersed in extremely feminine fantasy roles and of course the extravagant costumes that befitted such characters.  One day it would be Cinderella, the next it was a Southern Belle or even a beautifull Bride. All to get me to think and act like a real romantically inclined girlygurl. Whether you like it or not, in time this stuff will do something to you.

Once you realize how feminine you have already become,..you may very well give up the fight and start to revel in your own effeminate status and role. The mind is a strange thing and it may help you realize there are very exciting and enticing erotic delights to be had too.

And so now it was finally time for Marcella's first romantic encounter.  The date was to take place at a classy french restaurant downtown where Lavinia, wearing a wig and sunglasses sat at a nearby table and silently watched the complete show!  Marcella's date, an almost distinguished looking executive in his late sixties, was practically drooling throughout dinner, eying the pretty young miss sitting at his table. What gave Lavinia even greater satisfaction was the fact that the man had turned out to be one of father's old business associates and drinking buddies.  Although i vaguely recognised him and for a moment feared i would be recognized, i ferociously flirted with the older gentleman just like my stepmother had trained me to. For some reason we find it much easier to do and think what we are told than to make these decisions and choices ourselves. Especially if these decisions and choices are made by someone who we implicitly trust to be right like my rather
 i ferociously flirted with
the older gentleman
formidable stepmother. In the end the things we are made to do or feel are not our responsibillity anymore and that almost results in a feeling of freedom... As long as those things don't clash with more deepfounded needs or wants we may have, not being responsible is ,a hell of an attractive concept.  I think that must be one of the reasons for the success of stage-hypnotists.......

Watching the whole play, she so carefully planned, unfold for real, was getting Lavinia very very excited.  She even felt her panties become damp as she saw the couple playing footsie under the table and then saw Marcella's date gently caressing Marcella's stockinged knee.  Marcella was perfect, there was nothing left of his earlier fear and reluctance, and he was all coquettish gestures and furtive touches, just as Lavinia had instructed. This was going even better than she had originally hoped ! It was a total delight, if Marcella's disgusting father could have seen it, he would have had a
Marcella was perfect, there was nothing left
of his earlier fear and reluctance, and he was
all coquettish gestures and furtive touches
, just as Lavinia had instructed.
spontaneous heart-attack. She could of course send him a picture and for a brief moment Lavinia considered doing so. When dinner was over and our lovebirds left the restaurant, the older man holding his date posessively around the waist, Lavinia followed the seemingly very enamoured couple out to the parking lot where she found the two passionately making out, the older man pressing her stepson against his car as he aggressively kissed the beautifull pretend girl. Marcella's arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, clearly welcoming her elderly admirer's avid avances. After what seemed like almost half an hour or so, the obviously excited elderly gentleman helped his beautiful conquest into his car.  Soon the two would be back at the gentleman's home or hotelsuite, where a very willing Marcella would intimately pleasure his date with his beautifully manicured hands and his glossy red lips.  As Lavinia watched them drive off, she actually almost had a spontaneous orgasm imagining her lovely stepson lovingly sucking on his mature boyfriend's penis or even getting.......... MMmmmmmm....
With her head almost spinning with excitement about tonight's 'show', Lavinia rushed home already planning to arrange more 'romantic' dates for her pretty stepson.

Lavinia was already planning to arrange more 'romantic' dates for her pretty stepson

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Coming soon!: The ART of Madge and Timmy(featuring the artwork of A.W. him/herself)

I have recently come in contact with A.W.(Anonymous Writer), amongst others the writer of the fabulous (but a little scary-lol) 'Madge and Timmy' stories on Fictionmania, and found out that apart from the stories there is also a fair amount of original drawings by said artist. These are just a taste of what's to come as i've understood there is a lot more AW is prepared to share with the fans.
Still busy working on my own new 'evil stepmom' scenario so this is a very welcome diversion and development.



Tuesday, February 20, 2018

another Tribute to Madge and Timmy

I've just posted this on fictionmania(and got refused at first for the protagonist supposedly being underage?-writing about unlawfull behaviour is not unlawfull-it's nonsense). It's basically a tribute to Anonymous Writer, together with Cheryl Lynn one of the authors i follow on there. Of course i've incorporated some of my personal preferences and left out what doesn't quite tickle my fancies(like the threat of castration AW seems to prefer) but for the most part i tried to keep within the tradition. You can find the original Madge stuff HERE
It's essentially a follow-up to Madge's wonderfull Christmas-party




Ever since my early puberty i had been plagued by dreams and fantasies of a world where depraved older ladies, for their sheer amusement, kept me in bondage dressed  in the most feminine of girl's clothes and high-heeled shoes and then laughed at my pretentions of ever being a boy again. In said scenario i was a toy for their perverted sense of amusement but these fantasies still thrilled me with strange delightfull emotions. To think of myself dressed in the pretty dresses and silky undergarments of an extremely feminine teen girl, undergoing punishments and dainty tortures at the hands of a dominant woman deaf to my protestations, had been completely intoxicating. Of course as an otherwise fairly normal teenage boy i had fought these clearly preposterous thoughts and fancies but they always returned and seemed to almost be part of my nature.
So if it had already thrilled me to just dream and think of such a destiny, how helpless i was to put up resistence when, with the arrival of aunty Madge, these secret dreams were translated into reality. My reluctance and resistance didn't disappear of course but it had always lacked conviction as deep inside i knew very well  that I secretly had always wanted this. Even when she, to my absolute horror, first mentioned that i should have a boyfriend and i was openly defiant of the whole concept, deep inside i knew that in the end i would probably beg her to make me go out with men. Madge knew me much too well, so this is where we have arrived over 2 years later.........


Timmy's Big day

"You're going to just love your new room up here, Tim dear" Madge said said in her all too familiar taunting voice. "Now you have become such a grown-up little lady with a boyfriend an' all, i've decided to get all your things moved up from your old room and put them in your new and much more befitting quarters so you'll be all set-up for your new life in no time!", she added as we entered the large upstairs bath. Madge then had me disrobe and put on a slinky silk kimono and fluffy bedroom mules  and sit on a little chair near the bathroom sink. She took a pair of tweezers and quickly plucked my eyebrows into a perfect feminine arch! She then put my head under the sink and began washing my hair. She then applied a chemical hair dye that stung my scalp. "You're hair is so nice and long and already such a pretty shade of blonde that it won't take any work at all to get it into an even prettier, brighter blonde" she said as she continued. She then washed out the dye and after drying my hair with a towel until it was just damp, she had me sit at the sink and quickly began cutting and styling my hair. I had already learned that years back she had learned to fix and style hair, her skill was quite evident now. It wasn't long before she had cut my now platinum blonde hair into a totally feminine style that could never be made to look anything like a boy's haircut without cutting it all off!
Things then went quickly. Madge had me sit at the bathroom sink once again while she rummaged through some things. She found some hair rollers and went to work on my hair. After she had nearly two dozen big curlers wound tightly to my head she put a hairnet on me and plugged in a hair dryer! She then started giving me a manicure and then fitted me out with a set of glamour length salon nails! "These are permanent unlike the stick on ones you wore before, darling. But i don't think you'll be in a hurry to dress up as a boy very soon anyway" she said in her most insincere amenable tone of voice, smiled sweetly and then started lacquering them a bright, glossy red! She then gave me a pedicure and after putting a pair of toe spreaders on each foot she then painted my toenails the same red as my fingernails! Whilst i was under the hairdryer Madge proceeded to get my things from downstairs and to move them to the adjoining room. I had thought 'this' was to be my new room but when i asked Madge she told me that this room would be sort of be my boudoir, where a lady would retreat when she wanted some private time. The room next door would be my actual bedroom as  i would find out later.  I noticed the ingrained devious smile as she mentioned that she would have a little surprise for me when i'd be all dressed up for my 'big day'. I had no idea what that was about but Madge obviously had planned something. And although i had accepted that my darling aunt was always right and always got her way, there was still a sense of both apprehension and anxiety creeping up on me.
Without any more explaining of what she meant she proceeded to do my make-up which included a pair of impossibly glamorous false eyelashes and an obviously very 'kissable' glossy red lipgloss.
She then took of the hairnet off and started to take out the tightwound big curlers one by one and carefully arranged and lacquered the resulting mass of curls into the undoubtedly extremely feminine style she had chosen for the occasion. A number of pretty white satin ribbons and bows were then carefully braided into it. And although i hadn't been given the chance to look in a mirror yet, the result had to be something quite spectacular.  Madge then helped me up from the stool and guided me into the room where a number of bags from some very exclusive clothing shops were waiting on the bed.
After slipping out of my robe, the first item she put on me was a tiny string to tuck  mylittle nuts and draw back my thingy. After some adjusting the last clue to my original gender was now neatly out of sight. Before fitting my developing little breasts in a pretty white lacy push-up bra she had once again placed her electrode gadget (she called it 'my electro clitty') on me. I was then laced tightly into a brand-new white waist corset that was even tighter than the ones i had worn before. It was lavishly adorned with lace and pretty satin bows and had six straps to which a pair of the finest fully fashioned tan nylon stockings were attached. For the next stages Madge had decided that i should be blindfolded so i would only see the endresult when i was 'ready'. The blindfold was a sort of a black velvet visor so as not to ruin my hair and make-up.
I was then sat down on the bed while Madge was gathering the rest of my "exquisite vestments for the evening". First was a flimsy item that felt as a extremely ellaborately decorated silk pair of french knickers. An involuntary shiver went through through me as i felt them being drawn up my nylon-encased legs to cover my girly derriere and neatly trimmed pubic area. Even after all this time the feel of these sensuous silky materials on my skin still intoxicated my now so weakwilled almost ditzy mind... Of course Madge didn't miss any opportunity to push my buttons and to force my urges and desires to "grow so wonderfully out of controll" as she called it. If i hadn't taken the little orange happy-pills earlier i may actually still have had reservations about tonights procedures but the pills stopped ones inner conversation and didn't leave any room for argueing. They were actually quite nice. Life was so much easier and pleasant when decisions were made by others. Especially when it was someone like Madge who was by nature always right and knew what was best for me.
Meanwhile my beloved aunty had forced my feet into an undoubtedly gorgeous pair of at least 5 inch stiletto heels (by now i hadn't worn anything under 4 inch heels for months and i doubted if i still could). She then ordered to raise my feet for a moment so she could help me into my petticoats and naturally i obliged. The gown would probably be something voluminous as the petticoats were floorlength and had several deliciously slippery layers. By now i should have guessed i which direction this was going but in reality i was still just meekly following Madge's directions like the perfect obedient princess i was to become....... Whilst all this was going on she kept telling me over and over how beautifull and exquisitely feminine i was going to feel and how all the men (and especially my 'boyfriend') would be totally at my feet. And the weak impressionable debutante, i was being turned into, drank it all in greedily and actually started to feel excited about Madge's plans for me. "Now little lady, stand up straight and hold your hands over your head so i can put your lovely dress on you". Of course i obeyed instantly so when i stood there, almost shivering with sweet anticipation, accompanied by the the delicious sounds of rustling silks and tafetta, a cloud of delicate slippery fabrics was lowered over my head and Madge zipped me up and carefully fitted the rustling layers of the skirts over my petticoats. After doing some final adjustments to my hair and adding some jewelry Madge decided to let me see her handiwork and removed the blindfold. At first i thought my vision was impaired untill i realised i was looking through a veil
I then got the shock of my life as I was made to walk over to the triple, full length dressing mirror and Madge drew back the veil. I now looked every inch like a living Barbie'Doll bride. She had been right, i probably looked like every man's wet dream. The exquisite designer bridal gown gleamed and rustled with every move i made.
It had a sweetheart neckline suggesting the beginnings of a pair of little breasts, then went down to my small corsetted waist and flared out in a very theatrical wide ballgown skirt with a bit of a train. My arms were covered by diaphonous off the shoulder sleeves. It was absolutely delicious. I was  totally breathless, my whole body shook with excitement as I stood in the middle of the room in an almost mesmerised state of absolute delight. I could see the gleaming bright red of my toenails shining through the reinforced toes of the sheer stockings through the open toes of the white patent stiletto heels. My long fingernails matched the gleaming red and my face, my own face was now unrecognizable to me as Tim with my hair now a bright blonde and all done up in ribbons and curls and with the jewelry and flawless makeup. I must have stood there for minutes breathlessly admiring myself in the mirrors whilst Madge stood behind me with a big smile of victory and satisfaction on her face.
After a short while Madge once again lowered the veil over my face and gestured me to follow her. "Well, i have another little surprise for my beautifull princess. You didn't think i had my little lady all dressed up for nothing, did you?
Madge then gently guided me to the adjoining room (my new bedroom?) that had been decorated with huge bouquets of yellow roses and when i looked up through my veil i imediately recognised my admirer mr.Braxton standing there looking every inch the part in a very classy traditional

The exquisite designer bridal gown gleamed
and rustled with every move i made
bridegroom suit (not a vulgar tuxedo but the sort that has a jacquet and vest). Again a delightfull shiver went through me even before Madge once again used her gadget on me. The memory of his ardent avances had been enough to turn me on although Madge's efforts did make my romantic desires even more urgent. I was quite overcome by the tender romantic feelings i harboured for this elderly Cassanova. Madge steared me towards him and put my beautifully manicured little hand in his. The lovely elderly man's hand was almost shaking with excitement at my touch and a look of lust, desire and admiration was writen all over his face. He was almost drooling when he looked at me and he was smiling as if he just won the lottery. It was so sweet.
"When i saw how you two got along at our lovely Christmas-party and how there was love in the air, i decided that you two should be married. Of course it's not strictly legal and Harold will still be living with his wife in town part of the time for reasons of convenience but in every other way you two lovebirds will be husband and wife." Madge paused for a moment...
"Now. Do you Harold Joseph Braxton take Tiffany Benson to be your perfect fantasy wife and promiss to love and cherish her and to guide your beautifull bride into the final stage of womanhood she so craves and deserves?..." " I do", old Mr.Braxton almost stammered in his obviously excited state. "And do you, Tiffany Benson promiss to take your boyfriend Mr.Braxton to now be your husband and promiss to love, cherish and obey him as the perfect little trophy wife you must become?" And as if in a beautifull trance(which wasn't that far from the truth) Timmy whispered "Yes aunty, of course i do..."
"I  now declare you to be man and wife and you Harold must now put the ring on her finger and kiss your beautifull bride. I will then leave you two lovebirds alone to celebrate your love and to fulfill your matrimonial duties." she said in a suggestive tone of voice.  I couldn't wait so as soon as this darling man had lifted my veil to kiss me, i virtually melted into my 'husband's arms in total surrender. Yes, i really wanted him inside me right there and then. Feeling his warm throbbing flesh inside my body as a final act of loving submission to 'him', my beloved 'lord and master'.
Mmmm, yes. Me, the blushing bride on my back in my beautifull wedding gown, with my stockinged legs around my loving husband as he filled my boypussy with his beautifull throbbing manhood and my pretty little mouth with his thick muscular tongue. Deeper and deeper he slowly thrusts into
i begin to feel the last rests of my
boyhood slowly slip away with each
thrust of his beautiful penis
me, almost splitting me in two as i clutch the silk sheets and beg him to continue. my words excite him more and he begins to thrust even deeper and more urgently into me. By then i am panting and
squealing like a girl, covered in the femininity of the satin, lace and tulle of my gown and petticoats, i begin to feel the last rests of my boyhood slowly slip away with each thrust of his beautiful penis and me slowly become more and more girl than i ever had ever felt. Then my husband thrusts into me one final time and holds me still as he pumps his warm seed deep inside of me, impregnating me - filling me completely.
"Mmmmm", i let out a long moan and shake my head as almost in disbelief as i feel his manly fluids enter me, warming my little girly heart. At that moment i felt so much like a girl that for a split second i almost thought i would be getting pregnant. After some time i started crying a little, like the girl i have become and layed back and basked in the

afterglow like the woman i've now become. Feeling my husband's sperm swimming around inside of me, desperately looking for an egg to impregnate. My husband has now truly taken my virginity,
He made me a woman, mrs.Tiffany Braxton.
i layed back and basked in the afterglow like the woman i've now become

Thursday, January 11, 2018

a Tribute to Madge and Timmy

I've just posted this on fictionmania. It's basically a tribute to Anonymous Writer, together with Cheryl Lynn one of the authors i follow on there. Of course i've incorporated some of my personal preferences and left out what doesn't quite tickle my fancies(like the threat of castration AW seems to prefer) but for the most part i tried to keep within the tradition. You can find the original Madge stuff HERE.

Madge's wonderfull Christmas-party



It was a rather festive do and all the guests were dressed to the nines, the ladies wore their prettiest dresses and the men wore their best suit and tie. Madge herself looked sublime as usual in a gorgeous black satin tailored pants suit
(Madge chatting to her  best friend Ruth)
"You'll be amazed, darling. I've been working on Tim ever since I found him in my bedroom lounging about in my  prettiest lingerie, dresses and high heels. I can't believe it's been nearly two years now.
Off course Timmy never would have been much of a manly man anyway. He was always too slight, delicate and much too pretty. The new life i'm forcing on him is so much more suitable to his meek fragile nature, you'll see when you meet him/her. I'm turning our little boy into a delicious wanton little lady, the wet dream of all the men that get the privilege of meeting him! You should see him as he elegantly minces and preens around the room wiggling his girly bum and teetering on his stiletto heels in a pretty dress and with his makeup and hair all done up nice and pretty. Can't even walk properly without his heels anymore as after wearing them for the past six months virtually permanently, poor Timmy's calf-muscles have adjusted to them. Timmy has always looked and acted more like a girl than a boy anyway and now with my help he's even more feminine than most girls his age. He's also started

developing little breasts now, even when i only have him on hormones every other month to keep some of the pervy boy thoughts alive that brought our little darling to us in the first place."

It was Madge's annual glamourous Christmas party and she couldn't wait to show off her latest successes with Timmy/Tiffany to all her friends and relations. Only a handfull of Madge's closest friends knew of Tiffany's true gender  and even they were convinced it was all Timmy's idea and Madge was just helping and encouraging her transgendered protege.

"The only problem i still had to solve was his uncooperative attitude towards dating men as up to very recently my princess had been very reluctant to accept her designated sexual orientation( of course if Timmy really had had such a strong preference for girls, he shouldn't have dressed up as one ) but technology came to the rescue. A friend of mine who works in neurology got me this tiny device that gives off pulses to certain nerve endings(in this case Timmy's erogenous are) via a small precisely placed electrode, giving me the power to reward Timmy's thoughts and actions with sexual stimulation. The full-on setting actually has our little lady in a total state of orgasm. This, together with a strict regime of carefully selected suggestive moviesequences and soundfiles about pretty girls like Tiffany falling under the spell of depraved older

gentlemen, have worked wonders. I even went as far as rewarding Timmy for verbally affirming his deep desires to be kissed and held by such men with delicious little orgasms. It was absolutely delightfull to watch. In the end i didn't have to use the device anymore, just the suggestion and hearing the words coming out his own pretty little mouth had him coming in his pretty panties all on his own. I have a feeling that tonight our princess is going to be very appreciative of the male attention she'll undoubtedly get."

Madge was almost purring with anticipation about the coming events as the two wicked ladies anxiously awaited Timmy/Tiffany's entrance.

"You see it's not only the conditioning and the rewards that make it work, the point is that before we tried to hook her up with boys her age and that made Timmy think of his own former life and in that light his subconscious mind translated this into a mainly 'boy on boy' experience and that did nothing to make Timmy feel like the girl in the setup. The situation with a mature gentleman turns out to be completely different as there is nothing that brings Timmy to the surface and Tiffany gets to both revell in her own now obvious feminine nature (especially compared to this 'man creature') and her newfound desireabillity."

Madge seemed quite certain of herself and when our debutante finally joined the party, looking like an absolute dream of sublimated femininity in an exquisite black silk sheath cocktailgown, a fox stole and a pair of absolutely impossible black patent stiletto's, even Ruth was stunned.  With her hair done up in a very glamorous Marylin-like style(monsieur Henri had spent at least 2 hours getting it just right) and all the details like her make-up, the salon- nails and jewelery totally perfect, she looked like a young nineteenfifties moviestar. Of course Tiffany(at that point the whole concept of there being a 'Timmy' seemed very very far away) first came over to greet her favorite aunt and her guest and even dropped a little curtsey to the ladies. When she hugged and kissed Madge, Ruth heard her softly whisper a very sweet and sincere sounding "Thank you, aunty" to her 'benefactor'. It was simply delightfull.

"Now you go and introduce yourself to our guests, young lady, and don't forget to stand under the mistletoe a lot. And remember the rule, my little lady is not allowed to refuse any kisses from the gentlemen, do you hear. I won't stand for it after all we've done for you, sweetheart."
Tiffany meekly answered "Yes of course aunty". With that our little ingenue was off to join the party, delightfully swishing her stockinged legs within the confines of the exquisite but very restrictive calf-length gown.
Tiffany of course politely greeted Madge's ladyfriends with a kiss on the cheek but when she was introduced to a gentleman, she almost melted into him when she stood on tippytoes to offer said gentlemen her lips.

"Wait untill she meets old mr. Braxton, my sollicitor. He actually knows about Timmy (as he's an accomplice in changing Timmy's legal status) but he has been flirting with Tiffany ever since he first set eyes on her. Up to know she just saw this as the innocent chitchat of a friendly old uncle but recently i had her declaring her romantic feelings towards this elderly cassanova whilst holding his picture on a regular basis with some help of my little electro device and i have a feeling that they are going to get on extremely well tonight. Love is in the air..."
Madge almost giggled with evilish delight at this prospect.....

As Madge pointed out a heavy-set graihaired gentleman in his mid-sixties, Ruth saw that Tiffany/Timmy was already moving in his direction. She also noticed that Madge had taken out a small electronic device with buttons. So when Tiffany found her friendly uncle already waiting under a strand of mistletoe and kissed him lovingly on the mouth whilst resting her beautifully manicured hands on his shoulders, Madge almost simultaneous pushed the button."Just a tiny bit of encouragement on the lowest level to get her 'in the mood' should do it",she whispered to her friend.


The result was instant as Ruth actually saw a shiver go through Tiffany;s slender silk encased body and it didn't stop at that as when that first kiss ended she immediately drew her elderly admirer in for more and even more intimate mouth contact. His strong manly hands slipped greedily around her waist and within moments our little lady was actually passionately making out with her old 'uncle'.

within moments our little lady was actually passionately making out with her old 'uncle'
Madge was purring like the proverbial Cheshire cat at her newest victory. "Isn't it absolutely delightfull and terribly romantic? They are so going to fall deeply in love, she chuckled."
A short while later our lovebirds had obviously slipped away and when Marge and Ruth had a furtive peek in the adjoining room we found the two on the sofa, his arm still posessively around Tiffany's waist whilst kissing her passionately. The skirt of the silk dress had ridden up, exposing her smooth stockinged legs, being softly caressed by her elderly beau. She was in her turn timidly touching the now obviously bulge in the man's trousers whilst giving off soft moans of pleasure inbetween his deep probing kisses.
"I'll leave at it for a while but of course i will have to make an end to this before it goes any further. One does not need to hurry this romance as i'm planning to have lots more fun with our little debutante. Wait untill the extremely religious, almost puritan mrs. Braxton finds out that her beloved husband has fallen hopelessly in love with such a delicious creature like young Tiffany. The whole situation has intoxicating possibillities for further depraved intrigues. I love it already. In the end i'm just a hopeless romantic", Madge giggled........

Friday, December 8, 2017

(Very)Vintage me.....

Two of the earliest(crappy polaroid) pics documenting my early dressing up adventures(around 1981) thanks to having obtained a new scanner-thingie.



All you want is....

All you want is....