Some Evening Reading

 

Devina's Domme of the Day Aug 31

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Aug 31

 

This Morning on FDTV

 

Devina's Domme of the Day Aug 30

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Aug 30

 

Some of My Early TG Favs

 Some of the TG beauties that first made me realize my sexuality was just a little bit different...

I'll be sure to share more!

Devina's Domme of the Day Aug 29

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Aug 29

 

Bois Will Be Gurls Vol 22

 

Devina's Domme of the Day Aug 28

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Aug 28

 

The Creation of "Devina"

 

My alternative lifestyle was divided into two parts. One was a discrete offshoot of my vanilla male life as someone who relished transsexual experiences, and the other was a growing alter ego as a submissive who was enthralled with transformation and experiencing my submission to Women in as close to the Female form as I could manage.

With Zena no longer in the picture, I was faced with the fact that the well had gone pretty dry locally, and other attempts to find other TS girls were a massive disappointment. My desires to live parts of my life outside the norm, began shifting me back to my submissive nature. I was also discovering the rewards of finding ways to develop my sissy wardrobe with the help of Mistress Moon, who by now graciously allowed me to tribute Her for 4 pairs of Her panties. While I had been exploring TS pursuits, the submissive Femme' within me was yearning for her own collection of gurlish things, and now with my internal attention back on my Femme side, it was time to reward her for that patience.

 

I began to explore avenues where I could expand my collection of Women's clothing and with that discovered a whole new world where Women who sympathized with us sissies, would allow us the opportunity to tribute them for items of their wardrobe. It might only be compared to what an addict feels when they discover their drug; you're hooked. I suddenly found ways to have my own stockings, pantyhose, slips, lingerie, teddies, wigs, dresses, and all the accessories and cosmetics a budding gurl could ever desire. What was more hypnotic was knowing that these were not store bought, but that they had been infused with the scents, pheromones, and essence of the Women who bestowed them upon me. Each item I would collect became a mini treasure all it's own.

 To know that I now possessed these very panties, devoted me to them as a treasure to worship.

 

This bra and lace booty panties were later added to my sacred collection

 

Same goes for this heavenly pair of white thong panties

 

And I couldn't resist this hot pink pair from such a gorgeous Woman!

 

I began to slowly build my collection with the ultimate sissy goal in mind, to one day have my own entire wardrobe. The idea of arriving for my training under Mistress Morganna or any other Domme complete with all my own things to fully transform would be like a badge of honour. It would take some time, but slowly it all began to grow.

My next step was to return to Mistress Morganna's Dungeon to resume my sissy training under Her guidance. It didn't take very long for Her to have me fully encased in the Silk Trap, where She once again stripped away all traces of my male ego and opened the door to a world where I could become the gurl of my dreams and Her desires.

 

It was during this session where I confessed that I was developing my own collection of Women's things and how I hoped never again to serve as a lowly male slave but to always serve as a transformed sissy. Mistress Morganna was pleased at seeing another useless male open their mind and embrace the world of Female Supremacy. She told me that it would be time to graduate from the 'buttslut' name She gave me as a male submissive and that we needed to come up with a proper name for next time. She laughed that a divine sissy cocksucker like me should have a proper gurly name, and allowed me the opportunity to present Her with a short list upon my next visit for Her to approve.

As was the norm, She took my asspussy with Her glorious strapon and fucked Her sissy slut until I couldn't restrain myself no longer and orgasmed with a shuddering resolve. It was so good to reconnect with my inner gurl once again and I knew that I needed to come up with a new gurly name that would pay tribute to the spirit of who I was as a gurl and what I would embrace moving forward.

 

Mistress Morganna's words of "divine sissy cocksucker" rang in my head as I returned home. And later that night it came to me that both aspects of my alternative lifestyle centered around similar things, and Mistress Morganna already had given me my proper name that resonated. Divine Cock was the root of my submission and aversion from the vanilla life. Be it the strapon cock of my Mistress or the cock of a beautiful Shemale, I was already a slave to both. It was with a smile that Devina Cox was born. There were no other choices, my path was set...

Devina's Domme of the Day Aug 27

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Aug 27

 

What To Wear?

 Sometimes you can have too many choices!

Devina's Domme of the Day Aug 26

 

Devina's TGirl of the Day Aug 26

 

The Well Runs Dry

When Diamond moved away, I was fortunate to discover Zena and my transgender pursuits were taken to new and greater heights. However now with Zena now no longer around, suddenly I was left searching for a new and viable alternative to explore my Transexual pursuits, but the options were suddenly less than encouraging.

Zena's departure from my city left in her wake a vacuum in the upper echelon tier of TGirls and what remained were a host of crossdressers, part time transgenders, transvestites and such forth, and none of them held much appeal when held to the standards Diamond and Zena created with me.

 

As much as I had hoped to discover someone knew that I could add to that exclusive club, my pursuits were mainly fruitless and sometimes even a little desperate. I found myself, probably as most do when navigating a little blindly through the world of working gurls, and found myself trusting my gut in avoiding most opportunities that I found. There were some exceptions, some one-and-done's as I stuck my toe into the remaining pool on three occasions in hopes of finding a gem. 

Tracy was a transitioning TGirl still in the neophyte stages. She was in her early 20's, similar age to me, dirty blonde hair, glasses, and just beginning her hormone therapy. I answered an ad she took in a local periodical and set up a meeting after speaking and feeling somewhat trustworthy, but not fully. Her apartment was in an ok part of town, not bad, but not great, and I told myself that if I felt uneasy, to bail and don't look back. My time with her was pleasant enough but it was a far cry from the Diamond/Zena trips. She gave me oral and brought me to finish, but I didn't feel enthused to return the favour. Strike one.

 

Scorpio billed herself as a TS Domme when I discovered her ad in a similar magazine, so I was intrigued. She lived in a basement suite in a much better part of town, and I was more at ease with the visit. Her "dungeon" was a converted rec room and was moderately equipped with a bench, St Andrews Cross, and a selection of toys, paddles and assorted items. She was more transitioned than Tracy, but not to the level of Zena or Diamond. I took the plunge and enjoyed a pleasurable bdsm session, more sensual than domineering. When presented in front of me, I took Scorpio's cock into my mouth and serviced her , and for those moments, I enjoyed the sensation of feeling her hard cock on my lips. We satisfied each other orally in what was a very disjointed session BDSM wise. Again I left somewhat disappointed. Strike two.

More time had passed when I succumbed hornily to an ad by a self billed passable trans girl who had an apartment not far from where Diamond used to live. I took the plunge, more nervously, and when I arrived I was greeted by less than I expected. She was a slightly more mature, perhaps early 40's gurl who was very well dressed from head to toe, but there was no real 'transitioning'. Sensing my anxiety at the situation, she offered to reward me orally and I gave in to the offer. While she went down on my cock, I envisioned Zena and Diamond and the spectacular experiences I had with both of them, and as this gurl sucked on my cock with enthusiasm, fuelled by the images of Diamond and Zena, I rewarded this TV with a rather forceful cumshot, which she described as "being shot by a cannon in the back of my throat". It was what it was, an orgasm but still a disappointment. Strike three.

 

After almost a year since Zena moved away, I was no closer to finding another person to explore my desires with. While disappointed, I did take solace in one fact, I could always find satisfaction in becoming the gurl of my dreams with Mistress Morganna, and it was time once again to do just that...