I would love to find a playmate in the Mpls / St Paul area. I am 5'11" and wear a women's dress sizes 16+ and a women's size 11 or 12 shoe. I have a fairly large collection of women's shoes, boots and dresses, and it would be fun to find a partner or even a group to play dress up with, by being able to try on a variety of items.

I am a crossdresser looking for TS/TG/TV/CD. Straight or Bi-females OK. Couples OK. He should crossdress and she should enjoy playing with and dominating crossdressers and sissy boys. She should also enjoy being in charge and ordering her sissy boys to clean house and wait upon her, and should be willing to either administer spankings herself, or order one of her sissy boys to handcuff and spank the other sissy boy whenever there is an infraction of the house rules.

I am semi-passable. I dress from head to toe. I do not play with men that do not dress. I also do not play with men outside of my race. Please don’t waste your time and mine by attempting to contact me. I will block you.

Years ago, I was in a steady relationship with a dominant woman. It was not a traditional S+M relationship with all the games and weird stuff; instead, it revolved around a serious spanking.

I've read on more than one occasion that a special bond develops between the one who administers the spanking and the receiver of that spanking.

I was spanked with my own belt and I was required to wear it at all times. There is something very humiliating in having to remove your own belt and hand it over to someone else so they can spank you with it. After the spanking, I hated having to pick the belt up and thread it back through the loops of my pants. I didn't want to touch it and I certainly didn't want to wear it around all the time.

Punishments were given for instances where I was disrespectful, disobedient, thoughtless or inconsiderate. Swearing would get me spanked. Failure to do everything on my chore list would get me spanked.

This was not a game where I would deliberately misbehave in order to be punished. It was actually quite the opposite; where I would strive to be on my best behavior at all times. The punishment sessions were not to be taken lightly, but it was the period afterward that I really treasured. The open and honest dialog, it was almost like making up after a fight.

The belt has a way of making people tell the truth. Secrets are magically revealed after a good spanking.

One of the things I did when I was involved with a previous mistress was that I was required to give her a foot rub as we sat on the couch and watched TV in the evening. It ended up being a nice time for the both of us because it relaxed her and put her in a good mood as we talked about a wide range of subjects and discussed with each other as to how our respective days had gone at work. I was also required to give a lot of back rubs and to scrub her back whenever she bathed in the shower or soaked in the tub. Tasks like that aren't some game between mistress and servant, they are common tasks that any good caregiver would do for the person they loved.

I also have a desire to be in a relationship with a C/D/TG/TV. I was previously involved with a tall, slender effeminate man who liked to wear women's clothes and boots but he really wasn't into going all the way with his transformation into a woman. It was just a play date for both of us. He liked to dress up and administer OTK spankings. It was a big turn on for him to whip a sissy boy, to watch him screaming and crying and dancing around naked with a bright red ass wearing nothing but a pair of women's boots, leg cuffs and a handcuff belt.

He had this thing called a "time out belt" which was a belt that had a single handcuff mounted on each side which held your arms down at the waist. You couldn't reach back to interfere with your spanking, nor could you play with yourself either. It was an ingenious piece of bondage equipment. Standing there in front of this man, waiting for my spanking, looking at him in his women's clothing and boots while holding a mean looking belt or paddle would always cause me to have an incredibly hard and throbbing erection. Even though I had always considered myself to be heterosexual, my dick would betray me and it would be standing straight out at attention. It was embarrassing, yet I was unable to hide the fact that I had an erection because my hands were locked out of the way.

I was trained to give him blowjobs on command or drop trou and present my backside for his pleasure. It was either do it now or take another spanking. The belt really made me truly sorry for whatever it was that I had done and it gave me an attitude adjustment that I'll never forget. I would let him fuck me doggy style and I had to fuck him back, wiggling and gyrating and thrusting my bottom back and forth. I had to put a lot of effort into our intercourse sessions and had to pretend that I enjoyed it or he would stop the lovemaking session and give me another spanking in order to get me back into the mood.

As a child, I watched a friend get spanked back in the early 1970’s. My friend’s father worked in an office and was a fancy dresser. He had his hair permed and wore clothing that was somewhat effeminate. He wore colorful shirts, polyester pants in tacky plaid patterns and other colors such as light blue and even pink. Best of all, he wore some really sexy looking dress boots. Most had a 2-inch block heel and zipped-up tall and tight on the leg. Even though they were marketed as high fashion men’s dress boots at the time, most were nothing more than a pair of large-sized women’s boots.

He also wore the big wide heavy leather belts of the day, with different types of hole and stud patterns. Some of those old hippie belts could inflict an incredible amount of pain when used to administer a bare bottomed spanking. Watching my friend screaming and crying as he laid across his father’s knee, the belt coming down hard across his bare bottom and leaving deep red welts, was an incredibly arousing experience for me.

His father looked so powerful and dominating as he sat in the chair, his pants hiked-up high, showing off his sexy black leather dress boots as he swung that heavy leather belt with an incredible amount of force. He was quite strong and had no problem holding down his son in an iron grip as he lit his butt on fire with that belt. It was quite a ferocious spanking; you didn’t want to mess with this man. Even though I would have been terrified to receive such a severe spanking, I still wanted to be over his knee, staring down at his boots as he worked me over with his belt.

Nothing is more of a turn-on for me than the experience of receiving a spanking from an effeminate man, transgender, or crossdresser, where I would be in handcuffs, totally helpless, where the punishment isn’t a joke, a spanking that would leave me screaming and crying when it’s over with. The belt has a way of making me do things that I normally wouldn’t do such as submitting my bright red bottom for the pleasure of my master or mistress along with reaching up under their dress or unzipping their trousers and pulling out a dick and rubbing on it until it gets hard and going down and sucking on it until I’m forced to swallow a big load of cum.

In the past, I was in an arrangement where I was the houseboy and forced to live under a regimen of strict discipline, where good, old-fashioned spankings were frequently administered with no safe word, and where personal limits were not respected. Scenarios included a father-son strap party, a mistress-slave relationship, or where one sissy boy was handcuffed and spanked with a belt by another sissy boy.

Nothing could be sexier as the sound of our high heeled boots clicking on the tile floor as we walk into the punishment room. Nothing could be scarier than listening to the sound of the belt as it slaps hard against a bare bottom with tremendous force, the sound echoing across the room. Nothing could be more funny and humiliating than to watch someone do the red bottom dance, totally naked except for a pair of women’s boots, leg cuffs and a handcuff belt. After I've been spanked, I'm always jumping up and down, dancing around, twisting and squirming, trying to get my hands free in a failed attempt to reach behind and rub some of the pain out of my bright red bottom. My ass is on fire, but there is nothing I can do about it. The burning and stinging are driving me crazy and it doesn’t seem like it will ever subside.

The pain from a good hard belt spanking lasts for hours and is an extremely unpleasant experience. Even though I am a grown man, the belt has done its job; it has taught me the importance of obeying the house rules and to always show the ultimate amount of respect and obedience to my master or mistress. Anyone who says a spanking doesn’t work has never been strapped down across a bench and given a good hard spanking with a belt or leather strap. Years ago, they used this form of punishment in prison and there were seldom any repeat offenders. If the belt works on hardened prisoners, it will certainly work on you. Growing up, I was always being told by my parents, teachers, and other authority figures that I was a kid who seemed to respond very well to a spanking and was incredibly nice, polite and respectful afterward.

I also have another childhood memory of a neighbor girl who lived with an incredibly strict father. He was constantly threatening her with the belt and she probably got spanked at least once or twice a month. Anytime he mentioned the belt, she would immediately stop what she was doing and cower in fear and start begging and pleading for him not to use the belt. Her mother was also a bitch and would constantly threaten her with a spanking as well. She would even tell her daughter that she needed to be especially careful with her because all she had to do was say the word and her husband would be the one who had to do the work of administering the spanking. It's just human nature for people to order that a person be spanked more frequently when someone else is doing the work. During one instance, I know that the daughter was spanked hard with the belt for arriving home one minute late. To spank someone for being one minute late tells me that he enjoyed giving spankings and that it probably was a turn on for him. Even though he was an incredibly strict asshole, I had fantasies of living at his house, under his rule where I would be taken downstairs for a good old fashioned belt spanking on a regular basis.

I do not know what is wrong with me; when I’ve been spanked by a woman or even a man dressed as a woman, I’ve had an incredible erection before the spanking even though I know that once the spanking starts, my erection will wither and die once the pain reaches a certain level and be absolutely miserable during and after the spanking, but once the pain subsides, my erection returns.

It’s one thing to be spanked by an attractive woman, personal limits respected, safe word, blah, blah; but it’s another thing to be spanked by a TS/TG/TV . While they aren't necessarily cruel or sadistic, nor are their spankings excessive, they tend to hit a lot harder than most women and will usually administer the kind of spanking that will leave you screaming and crying for a long time afterward. It's a totally gender confusing experience to be spanked by a man dressed as a woman. He/She looks attractive and it's very inviting and enticing to go over their knee, having to lie across their lap, feeling their hard erection rubbing against your leg as you are squirming and thrashing around in pain, desperately trying to get away, but he has you in a solid vice lock, you aren't going anywhere because you are totally helpless, the handcuffs and leg cuffs have done their job.

I can think of nothing is more humiliating or degrading than having to remove my clothes and stand naked before another person for a good old fashioned belt spanking, having complied out of fear that the spanking will be exponentially worse if I do not cooperate for my punishment. A spanking becomes a much-feared form of discipline when the subject is handcuffed or strapped to a bench and unable to squirm out of it or use their hands to block some of the blows. In a situation like that, it’s always much better to cooperate and not enrage the person who is going to be administering the spanking.

I received most of my dresses from a woman in my apartment building who left them on the "free" table. It was obvious that she had gained too much weight for them to fit anymore and had given them away. They are actually some nice looking and good quality dresses, but she is a really mean and nasty person and would be furious to know that her dresses had been appropriated by a crossdresser. I think it's funny.

I started as a sub but if there is anyone who is interested in role-playing, I like to switch to where I am playing the part of a mean old grandmother who believes that naughty children should be handcuffed and given a good spanking with a belt.

It could even be a scenario similar to what Bing Crosby did to one of his kids who had a weight problem; he would host weekly weigh-ins and if the kid hadn't lost one or two pounds, he was given a good hard spanking with a heavy duty studded leather belt that he had appropriated from the set of one of his movies.

It doesn't matter if you are male or female; nothing is more degrading than getting a good old fashioned belt spanking and having a rubber dick shoved up your ass.

Perhaps you are already a practicing dominatrix and would be interested in an informal partnership where we would tag team certain clients who are looking for my particular type of services.

I am a crossdresser looking for TS/TG/TV/CD. Straight or Bi-females OK. Couples OK. He should crossdress and she should enjoy playing with crossdressers. I am semi-passable. I dress from head to toe, shave my body and wear make-up. I do not play with men that do not dress. I also do not play with men outside of my race. Please don’t waste your time and mine by attempting to contact me. I will block you. I was once involved with a couple where the wife was dominant and her husband was a cross-dresser. She wanted him to be humiliated by another crossdresser. She would order me to give him a good hard belt spanking. They had a homemade whipping bench in their basement. The bench was low budget and crude, but it did what it was supposed to do. It held you down where you couldn’t squirm out of it while you were being spanked. While her husband was still strapped down to the bench and crying, she would order me to fuck her while he watched. I never thought about it, but that has to be the ultimate of humiliation and disrespect to be dressed like a woman as you are strapped across a whipping bench and given a good old fashioned belt spanking with no safe word, personal limits not respected, where you are screaming and crying bloody murder, and to make matters worse, the spanking is administered by another crossdresser wearing a dress and a pair of women’s boots. Your wife is the one who has the final say in how long and painful the spanking is supposed to be. Once the spanking finally ended, you are left strapped down on the bench while you are screaming and crying, you get the added hurt of having to watch helplessly as the cross-dresser who just spanked your bottom, is now fucking your wife. His wife never spanked anyone, she simply ordered us to spank each other. You didn’t want to do anything to make her mad because it didn’t bother her one bit to have someone whipped to the point where they were screaming and crying. Most women are soft-hearted and don’t have the stomach to go to that extreme but she was different. She really seemed to enjoy seeing men lose their composure and start crying and hollering. The harder a man tried not to cry, the harder she would order them to be spanked. It was only a matter of time before the belt would break their spirit of defiance. She enjoyed watching men jumping up and down and hopping around doing the red bottom dance. Other times, she would order her husband to give me a spanking. He was actually a lot stronger than I was, so he was able to give me a really mean belt spanking. Even though his wife was in charge, he would still pull rank on me because it was his house and I was bound to follow the house rules and would routinely spank me on his own. His wife actually got me as a playmate for her husband so that I would be able to take some of the heat off her. He was constantly having me perform oral sex on him or bearing my bottom for his pleasure. The worst nights were when she would order me to spank her husband then order us both to stand in the corner. An hour later after her husband had stopped crying and had regained his composure, she would order him to give me a spanking and then we would both be ordered back into to the corner for another hour. You have no choice but to stay in the corner when you are handcuffed because they won’t be taken off until you have served your time.