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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Taunting and persuading.........Listen carefully....(animated)

There are still a few flaws of course but i'm getting close to what i actually wanted. The whole animating experiment has put a pause on actually writing new stuff and i'm basically just elaborating on the Bobbi Marie scenario and especially on how our darling was coerced into becoming mother's precious little lady and the ultimate wet dream of every mature man that comes in contact with her. Sometimes one has to be patient and do with what you are given for now......(especially when one is as shy and demure as effeminate people like us obviously are(lol)).


In fact whenever you see a much older man or think about a much older man you are very likely to become horny and aroused.  Wanting him to look at you and speak to you. Wanting him to notice you. To notice you and to notice how horny you are for him.
 Because really you are always thinking about it and always wanting it and thinking about elderly men most of the time now.  And all your thoughts are always in a nice feminine voice. Always thinking in a pretty feminine voice and talking in a pretty feminine voice as you flirt with elderly men and compulsively fantasize about being kissed and courted by much older gentlemen.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Update...

Also updated my latest post so have a look there too. Still experimenting, so apologies for starring different people in the mother role.........

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I've also considered Joan Collins for the role......or maybe she can be lady Fenton?

Saturday, September 23, 2017

The Movies......

Out of sheer boredom i've been experimenting a bit with moving stuff. Still using old stuff for the moment but i'm planning to do more like these in the future. I'm beginning to think the stuff i'm doing on this blog is factually a substitute for the movie i've got in my head but that could never be made. Active images like these may enhance the experience. The movie won't happen outside our heads but the power of the imagination may give us an idea of what it would be like.....(some people can do that with just words, they are called writers, i just need a bit more)



Adjustment Therapy by Lady F., driving home the message.......

Bobbi Marie remembered having these 'adjustment' sessions with the formidable Lady Fenton and they were probably pleasent enough as he always seemed to feel happy afterwards but he could never quite remember what was actually said.......

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Thursday, September 21, 2017

An update and not an update....

The real update is actually an update of my previous post. I had gotten a bit stuck with the direction the scenario had taken previously so i just had to ellaborate a bit to restore the logic of the reasoning. Did i ever tell you people i'm a bit of a pedant at times?

I do however have a Bobbi Marie picture to show. Bobbi is becoming quite the sophisticate .....Lady Bobbi  sounds kinda nice and classy and it seems to fit her, especially as she mainly seems to attract arristocratic gentlemen.

Lady Bobbi has become just a bit too sophisticated to not be a "Lady"


Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A very distinguished but slightly disquieting Gentleman.....and a revelation for mother


This time Bobbi Marie couldn't go for the "young hot Vamp in training" role. A possible liaison with Sir Randolph
would ask for a far more subdued  approach . Men like Sir Randolph want a "princess on the pea", a possible "damsell in distress"(or a damsell they could put in distress themselves and then sorta save).

she may have actually felt that way.as part of the role she had adopted
(mother:)
I was of course totally delighted to see Bobbi acting the perfect demure and slightly feeble young lady, almost reverently curtseying to her date whilst fluttering her eyelashes, feigning shyness and being hopelessly attracted to him. She was actually pretending to be unsteady in her 5inch heels so he'd have to support her. Yes, she was really the perfect submissive girlthing for this incurably vain gentleman and she pulled out all the tricks.......A bit too perfect maybe. Bobbi played the role to perfection and you can only do that if you really understand the part. Once again i had underestimated the devious mind of the selfmotivated transvestite, my dear Bobbi was(as Lady Fenton had suggested and encouraged) actually completely conscious of what her actions and little affectations were doing to this man. She was(as they say) playing him like a fiddle. The point being that, like Lady Fenton before me, i had really created a delicious pretend daughter that was taking after her mischievous mother (in this case even more logical as Bobbi, unlike lady Fenton's Georgina, really is my offspring) like few real girls could. My little lady may actually be enjoying acting all shy, prissy and delicate but deep inside she was very much the one who was directing this little play.
It's where dominant males (i mean the ones who think they are - i don't support the concept of dominant males) always lose out, the perfect submissive miss does not exist as real submissives are mostly people with a very low self opinion who can never handle a scenario like this without falling apart or getting really hurt. The perfect shy demure ingenue is bound to be a sweet delicate manipulative bitch..... 

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Bobbi's date continued

.........and.....then?(a short reprisal)
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Bobbi and her date continued kissing for several minutes, with Bobbi enjoying the attention that the older man was giving her very much. She allowed his hands to roam over her thighs and body, caressing her soft, pale skin and she was getting really turned-on by his passionate kisses; the way he nibbled her neck and ears and the way he gently brushed the front of her pretty satin and lace panties.
His breathing was becoming deeper and more rapid and Bobbi realised that she wanted, no, needed, to show her date how thankful she was for his attentions. With mounting excitement, she reached out with her small, dainty hand and let it fall onto her date's crotch. Her elderly beau moaned with obvious pleasure as she fondled the huge, hard bulge in his trousers, and he once again locked his mouth onto hers and invaded her sweet mouth with his thick muscular tongue.
Bobbi felt herself pushed back gently onto the bed with her lovers weight pressing onto her fragile frame. Their mouths were still glued together and she continued softly stroking the bulge in his trousers, tracing the outline of the bulge with her finger nails and being both humbled and impressed by how well-endowed her elderly lover actually was down there.
Bobbi felt herself pushed back gently onto the bed with her lovers weight pressing onto her fragile frame.
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When later that night i went to pick up Bobbi Marie from the hotel, i just caught the couple in a last passionate embrace outside. Although still smiling from ear to ear the gentleman looked as if he was in some sort of physical discomfort as he kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Later in the privacy of the car my delightfull little lady confided in me and coyly confessed that she was fairly certain that her elderly beau had probably spontaneously ejaculated in his pants at a certain point and that his discomfort was most likely due to that.....To be honest, i couldn't be more happy, totally delighted even.........

Saturday, August 12, 2017

HOORAY!!!!!!the Bloggywog reached 250.000 visitors....

A quarter of a million may be nothing to some webbies but i'm from a country with a population of 17 million and to us simple folk 250.000 is a lot.....(though the images on their own do 1.3 million visitors on Flickr- maybe i should stop writing stuff). Had i not taken a break from alcoholic beverages there would have been some bubbly stuff but i happened to have a bag of excellent Orange Bud and that is just as good( or better)......



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 Bobbi Marie.....the date ......

Bobbi knew exactly what was expected of her tonight.........Isn't she a complete and utter doll now?

Sir Harold then took a step towards me and stood very close to me. I instantly became acutely aware that i had never stood so close to a masculine older man before, especially one that was as big as Sir Harold. Even on my high heels, i had to look up to look into his eyes. He just stood there for a very longlasting moment, making me feel even more shy and submissive. Then leaned over getting even closer to me. I could almost feel the heat of his body close to mine. Something stirred in my panties. His masculinity physically excited me. I had never felt like this before. It made me feel so vulnerable and weak, and fragile. Then I felt his hands go down and settle on my waist. He gently pulled me towards him. I had not choice. To keep my balance, I took a half step forward, resting my arms on his chest. I felt his belly on mine. I felt his manhood eagerly press against me. He was rigidly hard. I felt his pants material brush against my delicate nylons when he moved in even closer to aggressively kiss me. He held me like that whilst passionately french kissing me for quite a long time. I totally loved it but i was also still a little scared by my own rather disconcerting reactions and unexpected emotions. That didn't keep me from enthousiastically kissing him back and sucking on his thick muscular tongue though, Lady F's little conditioning sessions were obviously doing their work (even though i can hardly even remember what they were about - i'm becoming such a ditz.....).
It felt like a whole new set of instincts was guiding me. Oh how intoxicating it was to realize that I was causing all these frantic urges in this large powerfull man and even more the realization of all the little erotic affectations i would let loose on him to raise his desire for me even more. So here i was already, wriggling my slender silk encased body against my lover's large frame as erotically taunting as i could and immediatly feeling the result as he virtually shoved me against the wall of the bar, his heavy body now leaning into me so much i could feel his weight on me, whilst once more frantically kissing me. When he finally came up for air i could actually hear him panting......i think i may learn to really like mother's little games........
It made me feel so vulnerable and weak
I felt his manhood eagerly press against me. He was rigidly hard.


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