Wearing My Clothes Makes You Sexy As Fuck

I value men and their masculinity. I don’t feminise to humiliate, I feminise so my sub and I can experience my passion for him.

One of my favourite songs is from Madonna. It has an unapologetic message:

Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots ‘cause it’s okay to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
‘Cause you think that being a girl is degrading
But secretly you’d love to know what it’s like, wouldn’t you?
What it feels like for a girl –

I don’t want boys who think looking like a girl is degrading.

 

When I wear a man’s clothes, I never feel humiliated or degraded… I feel close to him, and in some strange way, protected. His clothes feel like a warm hug all over my body. I’m never ashamed – my femininity isn’t threatened by things perceived as masculine. So when a man says he wants to wear women’s clothing to be humiliated, to essentially degrade his masculinity, I cringe inside. I don’t get it. I can’t fathom how my clothes would humiliate or degrade him.* When we are together, in our privacy, wearing my clothes should give him a sense of acceptance and freedom. It should draw him closer to me.

This week, I was with one of my subs in Oslo. I had brought a red mini-skirt with me for him to wear. Why? Because I thought he’d look rather sexy in it. I put it on him, and I was right. The lycra fishtails floated delicately over his cock and ass, and the bright red looked fantastic with his bronzed skin.

My sub coyly smiled, “I’ve never been in women’s clothing before.”

“Really…?” I was very surprised. He seemed like an adventurous boy, one that would have explored feminisation before with other girlfriends in the past, romping around the bedroom in her panties at least, or maybe going to a costume party dressed as Freddy Frankenfurter. “Well, we’ll have to fix that,” I told him, and I pulled out my suitcase of sexy girlie things. I chose for him my leopard-print pencil skirt, a short black corset and black stay-up pantyhose. Very Cougar, but very sexy.

As we stood there in the mirror together, he had his hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. He seemed fascinated, surprised and tickled pink at the same time. He was seeing how gorgeous he was, and how I was drooling all over him. But the thing that made the moment so delectable… he wasn’t humiliated. He didn’t think himself silly or pathetic, and his masculinity was not threatened, which was so fucking sexy. I dare say he felt desirable but in a very new way.

 

A man who wants to experience what I am – to wear my clothes, to walk in my shoes – unashamedly, is a man worthy of me.

 

Yes, I think feminisation is very sexy, but it takes two to make it that way. The attitude of my sub is paramount. If he values not only women but femininity, he has the perfect sensibility to own feminisation, which, of course, does not impact on his masculinity. In fact, embracing feminisation makes a man powerful and dynamic. Rejecting it makes him weak and pathetic. The later is usually the road taken by Domme and sub alike, but I’m a very different girl. I desire my subs. I want them to experience the former, and for them to do that, it’s all about myattitude. When they are in my clothes and I only see them as sexy-as-fuck, no way in hell will they feel humiliated or degraded. But perhaps for the first time they will know what it truly feels like to be desired for their elegance and beauty.

Two weeks ago, I played dress-ups with another sub. He has no kink or fetish for crossdressing or feminisation, but he went in with a ‘hell yeah’ attitude, which I loved. Wearing women’s clothing didn’t humiliate him, make him feel embarrassed or degraded, and certainly didn’t impact on his masculinity. He values women and femininity. What’s more, he knew that a man dressed in women’s clothing was a big turn on for me and he wanted to experience that. He often chuckled when I became hot and flustered, and yes, even speechless at times, when I’d put him in certain materials. But more than that, I got caught up in his openness and fantastic swoon-worthy attitude. He wasn’t just being an inanimate object for me to dress up, he was receptive. His body changed for me, and his way. He became softer, more elegant even – he was allowing the moment to affect him, becoming what I needed. It was natural for him to do this, not because he is feminent – he definitely isn’t – but because he could see how much I was enjoying him. Being a true sub, my pleasure was his pleasure.

When a man dresses in my clothing he opens himself up to me and I to him. Only when we are truly vulnerable can we experience a real connection.

 

*To clarify: There is a difference between feeling humiliated by wearing women’s clothing, and feeling humiliated by society because of wearing women’s clothing. I’m talking about the former here.

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