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My name is Nicky. And I am the property of Allentownmistres. I am a sissy. I am a sissy baby girl. I am an addict of humiliation. What I need is direction and a gentle tone that commands me. My devotion and obedience is to Allentownmistres. She takes what she wants from me, when she wants to take it from me. And nothing makes me feel better than to submit to her. I dress how she tells me. I do what she tells me to do. But Allentownmistres is willing to loan me out to others, provided it is worth her while. You must contact her about this. Please read my journal as I will update it when I am told to.

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3/4/2018 4:08:05 PM
Entry #4

I traveled to see Miss Les on a beautiful Saturday that seemed right on the edge of winter and spring.  The sun was out and the temperature was up, but snow still covered the landscape - as far as the eye could see.

I had no idea how I was going to feel when I met her.  Being a late bloomer, I had spent years online with submissive longing - but I had never met anyone face-to-face.  I knew I would never jump at the opportunity to meet someone just because they were close enough to me to make travel affordable.  There had to be another reason, a connection that seemed closer than our distance.  And if no such connection existed up front, then at least an intersection of our interests that crisscrossed our paths - just like the wintry and spring-like weather of the day I met Miss Les.

So the sun in the sky and the snow on the grass were a comforting sign for me.

When I caught first sight of her, she smiled - keeping that devilish gaze about her that I had seen in her pictures online.  But when she got in my car and said hello, I knew there was so much more to her than just a dominant approach.  I would learn very quickly that she always moved with purpose and it became necessary to take quicker steps than her to be able to get to the door to open it before she got to it.  Though I didn’t always get to the handle before she did, I began to build a sense of pride in the times that I did.

Our conversations were very calm, down-to-Earth in subject and richly directed towards getting to know the individuals we were.  I never believed I would be so calm when finally meeting someone.  I always thought the insecurities of submission would rise up to my surfaces and make me lower my chin the whole time.  But I was wrong.  When in the presence of a very charming lady such as she, I was just as eager to know the balance in life that she clearly possessed as I was to talk of the reasons why we were meeting in the first place.

Everything was subtle, but still possessed her nature of keeping control, even so much so as to the points when she explained to me in detail how it was okay to have preferences of what I wanted to do and what I didn’t want to do.  She encouraged me to open up about all those things I had spent so many years just putting into profile words.

Even before the end of our initial meet-up, we were not only talking about when the next time would be that we would meet again but we were also talking about the realistic things in both of our lives that needed to always be taken care of first before we could meet again.  It was her down-to-Earth nature that kept me so very comfortable with her.

And clearly, she wasn’t one of those young-somethings who saw 50 Shades of Grey and got scheming dollar signs in their eyes because of it.  This fact was just as important as chemistry.

While driving home after dropping her off, I spent a lot of time quietly thinking about the fact that I was one of a countless many she could have spent that day with.  But she chose me.  And this is something I will never take for granted.

And now, in hindsight of my first face-to-face, I wonder:  Why on Earth did I wait so long?

2/21/2018 2:15:14 PM
Entry #3

I am a very lucky individual.  And I don’t let a day go by without taking serious time to reflect on how lucky I am.

And my luck comes from one source only … Allentown Mistress.

She is, undoubtedly, one of the most wonderful people I have ever met and one of the most influential people I have ever had in my life.

Submission comes with a lot of uncertainty, a lot of insecurity.  And it can be a lonely road travel without someone to guide you along the way.  Someone who isn’t hesitant to push you forward, forcefully if the situation calls for it, to get you to do something you need to do.  Someone who won’t hesitate to take you by the hand and walk through the obstacles in front of you to show you that you will never be alone in your journey.

That is the behavior of a dominant person.  But that is also the behavior of someone who actually cares to see you being fulfilled in every ect of your life.

Allentown Mistress is very patient with me, but she also knows where that line is between having patience with someone as versus being an enabler of someone hesitance.

She knows the difference between being dominant and being domineering.  And when she gives me any sort of direction, my stomach flutters because she took time to notice me.  And while feeling like I mean something to her, it becomes very easy to do what is being demanded of me.  She takes my insecurities and crushes them.

When she praises me, I melt inside.
When she calls me baby girl or says: “good girl”, I blush and then melt right after that.

Thoughts of her in my mind often carry me through hours and even days when I know we won’t be in contact.

When I get on this site and see those two words bolded … New Messages, I am overwhelmed with stomach flutters.  And whether she has sent me a one-word message or a message where she has written paragraphs, I am made to feel happier - just because she took the time to send it.

She is understanding, reasonable, down-to-earth and the one thing in my life I was missing most.


As a sub, feeling complete is rare.  But feeling completely owned and cared about is attainable.  It simply requires you to hand your very soul over to someone else.  This may sound like a scary endeavor, but when you know that the person holding your “everything” is the kind of person who has a place in their lives for you, fear no longer applies.

Whether I am her baby girl in a diaper, her sissy girl in lingerie, her naked boy in the line of a swinging paddle or her fuck toy in a collar, I am always hers.

Thank you, Allentown Mistress, for giving me new meaning and purpose in life.


1/21/2018 7:56:37 PM
Entry #2

When I began to embrace being a sissy, everything changed for me.

I have always dealt with feelings of inadequacy, but it was the fantasy of being a sissy that gave me thoughts of what it would feel like if it was my reality.

And now being owned, I am told who I am, what I am to do, what is expected of me and so much more.

Suddenly, I'm not feeling inadequate anymore.  As a sissy, I look at an attractive woman and I study her clothing, her make-up and everything that is effeminate about her.

Nowadays, I take shopping trips to buy lingerie and other girly stuff.  I have recently begun a make-up collection and am always on the lookout for dildos and sex toys that would keep me slowly stretching open and being ready for whatever I'm told to do.

I shop in a bra only, zipping my coat up and walking around that way.  Little by little, I'm learning and growing.  And I'm happier than every before.

1/20/2018 2:27:07 PM
Entry #1 -

This is my introduction.? My name is Nicky.? But I respond to many names and labels.

My greatest desire is to feel humiliation, so powerfully that blood rushes to my head.
I crave being used, domestically and sexually - housework, on my knees, on my hands and knees, outside and inside, in the basement, in the bedroom, over the end of the couch, over someone's knee and wherever else the mood strikes those who control me.

I also crave having my mistress watch me being ravaged, being taken advantage of, made to beg, made to cry and humiliated beyond belief.

I want nothing more than to be a good girl, to keep myself pretty and to make people want to do things to me ... before, during and after the housework is done.

But all my experiences are with my mistress, Allentownmistres.? Or - my experiences come from her permissions.

She makes me swoon.? And just the thought of her melts any little trace of manhood out of me.? I am very, very lucky.

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 Age: 28
 Alaska, Alaska