Getting the Words Right

I've a question about the words we use when writing our writings.

What's right? What's correct? Does that matter? Does it matter for writing erotica? For writing porn?

I understand that the terms "shemale" and "sissy" are, to a great extent, labels created by and for the porn world. "Shemale," in particular, is a pretty odious term within the transgender community. In the erotica and porn world however, it's in general use and has a widely understood meaning. Particularly in the porn world - the written part of it - the term seems to denote a feminized male who can not only still get a hard on but who's cock is still central to her life. That is, she may be feminine in appearance and behavior right up until it's in the bedroom where she's the top and uses that hardness just like a man would.

"Sissy" seems to denote an emasculated male who is at the very least sexually submissive.  All too often "sissy" also means the man is also worthy only of humiliation and derision. A "thing" to be used and not otherwise physically attractive in their feminized form.

Is there a better term for a feminized sexual submissive who IS attractive once feminized? One that doesn't have the connotations that "sissy" does?

And what about "gurl?" I've found it a handy way to different between the "genetic girls" in a setting and the feminized males in it at the same time.

What's the usage of "Tgirl?" And how best to denote the difference between crossdressers and guys who've had some surgery done and / or are on some level of hormone therapy - but who have no intent of undergoing a SRS?

And finally, when writing erotica / porn, is the concern for politically correct terminology even warranted?

I'd appreciate hearing from you folks about this.

Thanks,

Fran

TEASE - November 2018

That was fun!

I went to my second TEASE Party.  It was fun and there were some very sexy gurls there.  I wish I was able to go as a gurl myself but, alas, time and money got in the way.

The first TEASE Party I went to was back in 2015.  I had fun there too but it was very much a "first time" thing.  Jill had done an excellent job making me up but everything else was not as good.  The shoes were my fault as they were bought online and so large I kept falling out of them.  The wig was Jill's and I wound up eating it for most of the evening.  I still had fun but knew things not only would get better but had to get better.

This TEASE Party I was in boy drag.  Yes, it was head to toe leather but nothing femme at all.  Still though, I had fun.  Jessica played a nicely big part in that fun.

I'm really looking forward to the upcoming Club Stiletto party as there'll be some makeup lessons going on there!  Step by step is how I'm getting into this!

Yay me!

Board Meeting

For this one, I had the image of a hypersexual bit of elegant debauchery and objectification in mind.  I've long liked playing around with the inherent power disparity in a corporate / business setting.  The boss - male or female - taking advantage of their subordinates and using their power over the helpless man to have their way with him.  Women in suit dresses are a major turn on for me to start with and the idea of a female or male executive feminizing and emasculating one of their subordinates and turning them into a sexual plaything for their pleasure only ads to that turn on.

Here, I wanted to explore just how far that "turning them into a sexual plaything" could go and how to take the objectification even further.  I like how it turned out.  Please leave a comment to let me know how you think it turned out!

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What price is too much to pay for becoming the real life realization of your deepest fantasies and dreams? And if you'd become that vision would it really matter whether or not you'd ever actually had those fantasies and dreams? And wouldn't objectifying yourself further only add to that perfection and bliss?

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Board Meeting.

Her Mistress ran her fingers along Jennifer’s cheek and then lightly flitted them over Jennifer’s nicely puffed and well glossed lips.  She smiled at the gurl.  It was a wicked and leering smile as well as a proud and reassuring one.  Jennifer was already in such an enveloping haze of lust and arousal that she barely registered her Mistress’s touch.  She did however, register the tug on the leash clipped to the collar around her throat as her Mistress, Carol, led her forward into the Board Room.  Jennifer eagerly minced along behind the wonderfully shapely ass of her Mistress.  Carol looked so very commanding and sexy in that over the knee length black skirt, tailored business jacket over her fitted white blouse, and her seamed Cuban heeled stockings ending in the five inch heeled stilettos.  Jennifer would’ve happily followed her Mistress anywhere – were she wearing such an outfit or not but especially when she was.  Considering Jennifer’s current state, it was apparent she’d already followed her Mistress to some truly life altering places.  Her Mistress was proud of that.  And Jennifer loved making her Mistress proud.

The Gift

I actually wrote this as a spur of the moment thing as a result of a chat session I'd had on Second Life.  I'd found SL (as it's called by those on it) to be very stimulating when it came to feeding my feminization desires.  As the whole virtual reality thing involves choosing your avatar with no reality limitations required, you could - and I did - choose to be whatever gender or state of gender you wished.  Lots of fun!

One of the encounters I had got into some mutual fantasies and that spurred this little story.

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A sissy sextoy would make such a lovely gift.  And being a sissy sextoy is such a lovely gift as well.  Combine the two and…

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The Gift

I shift my weight around again.  I'm not uncomfortable in this position but nor am I comfortable either.  I wish I could see what was going on around me.  Or hear what was going on.  The only thing I can see are the images being played on the goggles strapped over my eyes.  The only thing I can hear is the voice of my master.

The images are of beautiful cocks and handsome men and beautiful tgurls pleasing those cocks and those men.  Over and over and over.  My master's picture is among the images.  My picture is among the images.  There are too many other men included for me to pick out any single one for me to figure him as my man for this time.  There are women in the images to.  Women being served by beautiful tgurls, beautiful sissies, beautiful shemales.  I'm in those images to.  I'm also in the images of the tgurls serving all those sexy shemales as well.  All about service.  All about submission.

Therapy - Part 4

Shelly's Therapy continues! She has her first Special Encounter Therapy session! Can she handle it? Will playing the role of a sissy prostitute to its orgasmic conclusion prove once and for all that she is a normal, straight, heterosexual man - or prove that she's a homo? Or prove something else?

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Therapy Part Four

The drive to Dr. Taylor’s office took far too long but was actually over pretty quick.  I just really wanted to get going and was starting to get a bit anxious.  I knew that if Doctor Wilson was there - my Doctor, my wonderful Doctor - he would’ve helped me deal with my anxiety by putting me into the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position where I could wrap my nicely glossed lips around his wonderful cock and thus calm myself and focus on my therapy treatment.  I thought of asking the limousine driver, Richard, if he knew about the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position but then I realized that even if he did my practicing it would ruin my lipstick and I wasn’t sure I could reapply it so perfectly while riding along in the limo.  Then I realized I didn’t bring my lipstick with me.  In fact, aside from the clothes on my body and the shoes on my feet, I’d brought nothing else along with me.  So, I just had to calm myself by focusing on the memories of when last I was down on my knees before my Doctor in the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position and focusing on my breathing as his cock, his wonderful cock, just slide so sensuously in and out of my mouth.  I took confidence in the fact that there was nothing gay about those thoughts, this was just part of my therapy to cure me of my crossdressing problems.

I'm now also published over on the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive!

I'm now also published over on the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive.  Go me!

For a long time now I've been hitting up the Fictionmania.tv site and then going over to the Nifty site in order to get my fill of feminization erotica.  Mainly it's been Fictionmania as it is solely focused on the femme stuff.  With Nifty it's all under the "Transgender" category and that's but one of several primary story categories.  So, it's not as well filled with tales as Fictionmania.

But there are some unique TV/TS/TG tales on Nifty that don't make it over to Fictionmania so it's always worth a look.  Of late, I've decided to "increase my presence online" by pushing more of my writing out there.  That means publishing on both Fictionmania and Nifty.

We'll see how it goes!

Fran

Nervous

I'm a very happily bisexual man.  Being fully en femme and sexually pleasing a man or a woman is thus not an issue for me.  So I've always found it odd reading the accounts of crossdressers proclaiming how they're "not into men" or that they're fearful about their heterosexuality when they dress.  The tales I've written thus far have centered on individuals who don't have such reservations or doubts.  They simply love all the pleasure they find wherever they find it.

With this tale however, I wanted to examine something different.  What would it be like for a straight guy to have to interact as a sexual submissive with another straight guy?  I've never done the cuckolding scene and don't understand it much either.  So, "Nervous" here is a bit of exploration of both those aspects.

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Nervous

What happens when the mistress and key holder of a heterosexual cuckolded sissy winds up submitting to another man? She now has a master. And therefore, so to does the sissy. If that master is straight then there shouldn't be any need for the sissy to ever be nervous.

Well, perhaps.

But perhaps not...

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He made me nervous.  He always makes me nervous.  And that, honestly, deep down inside of me, turns me on.  It’s no small part of why I do all of this.  It’s no small part of who I am.

So it’s no small part of why I’m kneeling here in my bedroom and why he’s standing there before me.  Standing there and making me nervous and afraid and embarrassed and… turned on.

It’s a times like these when I question just why it is that I’m into all this “sissy play” to begin with.  I’m a straight man.  I’ve no interest in having sex with other men.  Even with other sissies.  Oh, I enjoy being around other “gurls” when we’re all en femme – but always and only when our ladies are there in charge.  In charge of me and in charge of the other guys dressed up in their sissy outfits.  I’m not even attracted to the shemales or the actual transgendered.  I can admire their dedication to pursuing their fetish and how they’ve transformed their bodies.  And I truly love how utterly feminine some of them have been able to become as a result.  But… they’re still guys.  Even if their little willies can no longer get hard thanks to all the Spiro and Estra and whatever other hormones they’ve taken to become so wonderfully gurly.

The Muse Isn't Whispering At Me, She's Shouting...

Some times I've no inspiration.  Some times I've too many other distractions to really "be in the mood" to write my feminization tales.

Other times?  Well, those are the times that my Muse is not just whispering sweet suggestions in my ears as to what I should next write - she's standing on my back, having beaten me to the floor and is now screaming into brain about what next I should write.

Such creative bouts are wonderful even if they make my fingers sore from all the typing the entail.

I'm in the midst of one such Muse screaming session right now.

Go me!

Time To Move On

Time To Move On

This one is something a bit different.  I've wondered what would happen when the dominant partner realizes that it's not transformed submissives he - or she - is really into but transforming submissives.  And what, then, becomes of those transformed submissives?

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Lisa began to slowly wake up.  It was as if a heavy fog was slowly receding all around.  She rolled over on to her side in her bed and that was when she began to realize something was wrong.  As her anxiety swelled it forced her to become even more awake and she rolled over on to her back again.  It took her a seeming eternity of near panic over the wrongness she felt before she realized what had happened.

Therapy - Part Two

Catching up a bit here...

This installment in my "Therapy" series was actually published back in June of 2017.

More progress being reported by our assuredly straight protagonist as he undergoes even more intensive and extensive therapy to cure him of his cross dressing problem.

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Therapy - Part Two

Her kisses were soft and sweet just like she was and just like her sweet girlish cock was.  As she kissed me she rubbed her beautifully pert and full titties across my chest.  The latex nurses outfit she was in felt so sexy and slippery as she slid herself over my chest and nipples.  Eventually, she settled down a bit with her weight to one side of me as I lay strapped to the exam table.  Her kisses were more tender and slow as she gently rubbed my nipples between her fingers.  Her touch felt heavenly and I was thankful she didn’t make any comment about how fleshy my pecs were getting.  I would have to ask Doctor Wilson about the changes around my nipples.  But that would be later.  Right then I was just reveling in kissing his nurse as she played with my oh-so-tender nipples.