A new experience, and great day

Hey everyone, I said in my last post that this could really be a week full of kink.  So far it really has been.  After my night at Sinnation at the weekend and a relaxing(ish) day on sunday I found myself getting ready for a drive on Monday.  I'd been asked a few days before if I could maybe help Mistress Courtney and Mistress Chloe on their filming day by doing some recording,  i'd said yes pretty much straight away and was looking forward to it.

So it came to Monday morning and I got set off driving in what must have been the most hellacious driving conditions I have ever known.  So much spray on the motorway and a few near calls with people not looking before moving whilst wondering just what would happen as this was all new to me.  I also had the obligatory service station coffee stop before finding myself close to the location, TP_Dungeon so I pulled up and relaxed for a few minutes.  I headed over and saw Mistress Courtney outside and said hi, I was introduced to Mistress Chloe and shown the studio, then I helped unload the car.  The first of the filming slaves arrived then too.  We set a couple of cameras up then I was given a few instructions, and told how to use the cameras.  The other slaves had arrived by then and were in a chat with ideas etc.  Then the fun started, i'm not going to go into detail over everything I saw, but I saw a lot *blushes* we were there for the entire afternoon and managed to get a good few clips filmed, i'll be honest a lot of the clips were of things that aren't usually my sort of thing, but I found myself being in awe of the Mistresses and the way they were, from CP to CBT with a lot of things inbetween, I was having a few cravings of being played with as well.  But I had a job to do, even when a couple of moments made my eyes water.  So I kept focussed and tried my best to make the clips good, I felt quite voyeuristic as well  (if i'm being completely honest as well, for the second  time in three days I was seeing other naked guys, what I saw really made me feel quite small, I always knew I was but that hit home)  I think everyone there had a laugh through the day.  I feel I learned a lot, but also enjoyed it.  Seeing Mistress Courtney happy was an amazing feeling.  And I felt really good that i'd been able to help.  I stayed till the end and helped load Mistresses car up after before heading back to my car.

The journey home was thankfully slightly less wet,  and my mind was racing.  I was so aware of the ache I was feeling, after witnessing everything the last couple of days.  And I got home tired but happy.  I got changed and had a bite, then messaged to Mistress I was home safely like she's asked and confessed that I was kind of aching after seeing everything.  Her reply was that she may keep me in "chastity" (not caged just denied) till my session later in the week.  So from there I knew there wouldn't be any releases just yet.   For the next couple of days I felt the ache grow and grow as my imagination kept running wild.  Strangely though I was doing a vanilla hobby on tuesday and my aim was on fire.  It was supposed to be a competition but that was postponed. Oh well I would have kicked ass if it was on.

Anyways I'm going to leave this for now, there will be another update from this amazing week at some point though (its a bit too fresh for me to really blog about at the moment).  as always feel free to chat to me, either on here or on twitter

Cinnamon xx

PS, Can I call myself a cameraman, or would it be camerasissy *blushes*

A little update, and where it all began

Hey everyone, i've been kicking an idea around for a blog post for a while now about how I developed into who I am today.  Firstly in the last couple years or so i've had the fortune both to meet and speak to some amazing people who have helped me accept who I am.  But these thoughts and fantasies that seem to consume me aren't just some recent thing.

I dont know if this is true for all submissives or anyone into kink but for as long as I can remember I have had fantasies about being forced into makeup, normally by a group of girls when I was younger that gradually changed into women as I grew up.  At first there was nothing sexual about it, hell I dont think I even knew what sex was back then.  But I can vividly remember the dreams, more than some other stuff from childhood.  For a long time I daren't share these anywhere and as I went through my teenage years tried to suppress the thoughts and appear as normal as possible.  I did alright at school with marks/ grades etc but was an idiot out of it.  Typical teenage stuff really, now I think about it was I overacting the "normal" teenage role?  who knows.  But school and college passed and Uni beckoned.  It was about this time that the internet was just starting to take off.  The century was changing and I was moving in to a sort of semi independent place.  I'd seen a few things about fetishes, and kinks,  but still was nowhere near a position to accept it, I didnt even know "forced fem" was a thing, only really that there were Dominatrix's etc.



I pretty much wore panties for the first time at uni. They weren't mine, and they weren't stolen.  But I kind of had a loose relationship with a girl and I kind of found them after we had split up, one thing led to another and I couldn't resist, the electric feeling I got was something i'd never had before, and for a while after that night I never wore other girly things.  Although the idea was very much planted in my head then.  I kind of tried a few phonesex lines at this time, and although I guess I felt humiliated a bit it just seemed that whoever you got through to was basically going off a script.  Although as a treat when you'd been single a while I thought it was cool.  My kinky development then totally stopped when I finished Uni, as I embarked on what now seems ridiculous, a nearly year long trip around Europe travelling as finding work as I went.  I experienced real SPH for the first time on this trip,  i'll never forget the humiliation as a dutch girl laughed her head off, even more so when it got obvious I was enjoying it.  After that I was wary around dating and even more so when I got home.

Back home the internet had really moved forward, apparently there was going to be something called broadband soon, where you didnt have to hog an entire phone line to browse.  I think i first found a few humiliation sites about this time, and if I had spare time would be basically looking through web-teases and things.  A couple year later I actually took a plunge and started chatting online with a Mistress, man looking back now I wish I knew half of what I did now, as something happened that put me off for a long time and left me in a terrible state,  this isn't the place for details, I know a couple of you may know from chatting but still here isn't the place.



I'm going to be skipping a couple of years again now, to late 2011 I think.  I'd finally started to use twitter.  And as I had my own place again was occasionally using phonesex and chatting about femdom and humiliation again, but again it was one off calls.  This was until on twitter I met Mistress Charlotte, we tweeted a bit and I took part in a series of Humiliation tasks she set called the 12 humiliations of christmas.  Writing reports up every day and having fun.  So much so that after the Xmas holidays I called her on her phone lines and begun a phone relationship that took me further than i'd ever been before.  I had genuine feelings for her and could really tell the difference in our calls as she had got to know me, yes she was on the other side of an ocean, but I learned a lot from the time I spent with her.  However about 18 months later she disappeared.  I still have no idea what happened to her and just hope she is happy.

I took a break from calling anyone then, and to be honest was in and out of hospital for a while, but then found myself calling another Lady, who is still on twitter, Miss Jane.  However with my illness I felt I wasn't in the right place and couldnt do as I was asked.  So after a few calls had to ease off for a while.  So it came to the summer of 2015 and after a few messages I called the MeanGirls for the first time.  I'm not going to say I was hooked straight aways but I knew if they allowed I would be calling back, and for nearly the next year I was calling when I could and carrying out any task they set.  It was them who gave me the idea to start this blog and I learned a lot from them.  Yes on a call I got plenty of the humiliation I craved, (cam and Skype were totally new to me)  But from their tweets I learned a lot.  I'll always be grateful to them.  But I had an itch, and asked if they would mind if I went to see a real Mistress, (theres more details on this in previous posts)  This led to my first real time session, and if you've read this blog you know what has happened since then.

I've found when I get all submissive now, i'm thinking more of trying to please than I am of getting horny and getting myself off.  I genuinely think for the first time i'm being the real me, and I dont think i've ever been happier.

So there you have it, thought I would try and write a post about my journey, without giving away too many personal details, but as for the little update I mentioned in the title, my first "kinky play event" is now only a couple of weeks away and theres a few nerves building but i've bought a ticket and the majority of a new outfit including these shoes, and a new dress thats all pink and sparkly.  I just need a bag and some new holdups and i'm all set I think!








Also some of you may remember the day I had at Sexhibition this year, well I took the plunge and have booked the whole weekend off for next year so hopefully there will be more fun, and also have time booked off to head down to that there London, which will hopefully include a trip to one of the kinky club nights that I have heard so much about.

Theres so much to look forward to, as I will be hopefully seeing Mistress Courtney again for another session when i'm off work in a couple of weeks.  Seriously right now I love my life!!

Anyways this has gone on for an age so i'm going to wrap it up, if you've stuck it out this long thanks for reading, I guess this is kinda a personal post, feel free to chat on here or on twitter as always.

Cinnamon xxx

P.S it was Halloween yesterday so a HarleyCinn pic had to be added :) I do love that makeup app!!!!

An experience in a Penthouse

Hi everyone, its only a few days since I posted my last short story, but really wanted to make this post now, while the memory is fresh in my head.  Some of my regular readers (I still can't believe I have those) will remember a post a couple of months ago I made about my trip to Sexhibition and the people I met that day.  Well one of them, Princess Jessika was back in Manchester for a couple of days, and as i'm still fairly new to all of this I asked Mistress Courtney whether it would be ok if I went to see her,  as the last thing I would want to do is run the risk of not being able to have more sessions with her.  After I got a message back that it was ok I contacted Princess Jessika and we arranged a session.

  This was the first time i've arranged to have a session after a shift at work, as my trips to the Stockport dungeon to see Mistress Courtney have all fell on my time off work or holiday time, but as I only had a short shift it was fine, although I can't say I was concentrating too hard on work in the morning *blushes*  Anyways after I finished work I got home and started to get myself ready, i.e shower, shave etc and also put a bag together with a few of my girly things i'd been instructed to take.  Then after getting my final directions I set off on the drive to Manchester, with a sense of nerves i've not felt since my very first session.  Then a sense of frustration trying to navigate the city centre with a sat-nav that kept turning off on me.  Anyways I parked up in a multi story car park and got in touch.  Then composed myself with a drink of water, and made my way on foot to the location (I had a paranoid feeling about being mugged for my bag which the contents would have definitely given someone a surprise).  I got there and was directed up to a penthouse suite, (thats definitely a first for me) and greeted by Princess, she gave me the guided tour before we sat on a balcony and had a chat, first about sexhibition and how I have been since then, then onto things like limits etc.  And I was given a safeword structure, and asked if I was worried and nervous, when I said yes, she laughed and said good!  We went back inside the apartment and I was instructed to show her what I had brought which seemed to go down well.  All of a sudden the session started with a vengeance as I was ordered to strip and put on the stockings, then the dress, which is this one in the picture above to the right.  Princess then applied my makeup after going through the bag, and I proceeded to have a very humiliating time.  As always i'll keep most of the details to myself, but in the time I had to dance and mime to a very embarrasing song.  I was spanked and paddled, tickled quite mercilessly, seemingly endlessly humiliated and I can't believe i'm admitting this but there was something with a pink strap-on,  and lots of threats of public humiliation,I know i drifted into my headspace as I always seem to do and time totally flew.  At the end of the session I was instructed to leave the stockings on and change my panties.  Before dressing over the top of it.  We then had another chat before I left to bring me back to planet Earth I guess but also feel like I learned a lot just from that chat about both myself and the world of kink too.  I was also given a couple of instructions. And had some pictures took that Princess Jessika said she would send to me.

I then had the walk to my car, with an experience with a couple of crackheads in the multi story car park stairwell, followed by rush hour traffic on the way home, and I never stopped smiling once.  Spent most of yesterday evening led relaxing and aching, listening to secret102.com and drifting in and out of my fantasies again, I do know that i'm effectively on a cumban again now though, which makes the ache feel so much more intense.

Once again I felt totally humiliated and embarrassed, i've actually been wondering today if a setting can actually influence the amount of humiliation you can feel.  I mean, with this session being in a luxury penthouse apartment,  did that add to the feeling of humiliation?  Especially seeing as its not what you would usually expect to happen in a place like that, whereas in a dungeon somehow you expect it, maybe its just my head wondering, or maybe there is something in it?  I definitely know after yesterday i've never been in any less doubt that I dont even have an excuse for a manhood, its too small for even that *blushes* and that when a dominant lady plays with my head I melt, gosh damn I melt.

Anyways I guess i've rambled on for long enough now but as always feel free to chat to me on twitter

Cinnamon xxx

The knock at the door (a new short story)

Hi everyone, its been a while since i've posted here, to be totally honest i've had a little bit of a block when i've sat down to write a post even though I've been feeling more submissive than ever.  So I thought I would take an idea from a couple of dreams i've had and try write them into a short story.  So here goes, hope you enjoy

The Knock at the Door

It was a few weeks ago now, I was on the first day of a week off work that i'd been looking forward to for an age.  Things hadn't been going well at work and I felt exhausted.  I spent the early part of the day visiting friends and family before coming home to make a meal and settle down into my "other" persona.  I'm not going to lie, I was that tired my makeup wasn't the best i've ever done, but I got the feeling I always did when getting dressed in lingerie.  Of course I shared my feelings on my "secret" twitter and within an hour or so was losing myself in my submissive fantasies, hoping that I may be able to have a session later in the week.  I was both browsing clothes on the internet and watching some of the humiliation clips I have, so was quite excited and after a couple of weeks of self denial was feeling a deep ache growing in my small balls.

I did take a small break after a while and had myself a beer, finding myself fascinated at my lipstick marks on the neck of the bottle, being quite tired the beer really got me relaxed and I led down after teasing myself to the edge time after time, It was getting pretty late now, and I started flicking through the phonesex channels on TV feeling my imagination wander into fantasy then it happened.

Knock Knock, I froze and became suddenly alert, was that my front door?  No surely it can't have been, then Knock Knock again, it was, I gulped and felt myself trying to hold my breath, there was no way I could answer dressed like this, and had no way of getting myself into a suitable state to open the door.  I muted the TV, thinking surely whoever it is will go away, then my phone beeped with a text msg.  I tried to smother it scared that the noise would be heard at the door, it read. "Surely little Miss it is very rude not to answer your door"  I looked at the number and didn't recognise it and felt a panic set in, surely i've been careful enough that no-one knows my secret girly side.  Even worse a second message came through saying "I know you have read that last msg, but take your time"  I couldn't even sneak into the bedroom to grab some boy clothes to answer without passing the front door, let alone remove my makeup properly. I replied "who is this"  and waited, feeling myself shake with fear.  A picture msg came back of my front door with the reply "Well Cinnamon, I guess you had better open the door and see xx"

Now I was freaked, the next msg came a moment later and said "you dont want me to start shouting do you?"  I could feel my mind whirling trying to work out what to do, who was there who could possibly know I knew I couldn't have any shouting, not with my neighbours, that would be terrible, I thought well the hallway light is off maybe if I take off the wig, and try stand behind the door i'll be ok, I felt so exposed in my pink fishnets, panties and ruffled babydoll as I went to the door, I unlocked and opened it a fraction and couldn't see a thing, peering my head around I whispered "hello" and still nothing.  It was pitch dark outside so I poked my head out and whispered again, it happened so quickly then, from round the corner I saw a shadow and something quickly came over my head.  I was gently pushed back inside and heard my door shut and the sound of stiletto heels on my laminated floor, I could smell a perfume that I thought I recognised from somewhere, then heard a voice "So Cinnamon, are you scared?" 

I could feel my heart pounding as I nodded in reply, I swear I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out. Did I recognise that voice, I wasn't sure, I was pushed against the wall and felt a hand roughly grab me through my panties, "it looks like something isn't scared" before a giggle, I was dragged into my lounge then and felt some cuffs being put on my wrists behind my back.  The softest whisper came into my ear "do not fucking move or make a sound, ok??" I nodded again through whatever had been put over my head and felt the panic growing It was soft like a pillowcase and i'm sure it had perfume all over it, There was still the phonesex channels on my TV and humiliation sissy porn playing on my laptop, this was soon realised and I heard whoever this was talking to themselves as they looked through my laptop, I could feel a tear starting to form in my eye, "Humiliatrix, Cruel Girlfriend, Clips4Sale, oh my looks like someone has quite the collection" the voice said, with a giggle as she turned the volume up a bit, laughing at some of the suggestions coming from the clips. I could hear movement and was dragged around my flat with a firm hand clasped around my tiny manhood, which was throbbing and betraying me as my fear grew.  As we entered my bedroom I heard drawers being opened and exclaimations of "jackpot" I knew my girly things had been found, and heard the distinctive tone of a camera click from a smartphone.

I then felt the thwack across my chest of the flogger thats in one of my drawers and the unmistakable sound of the miniwand, I was whispering "please, whats happening, whats going on, who are you" But having no reply other than the faintest of giggles, and the slightest touches on my tiny cock and tickles keeping me so aroused despite the fear I was feeling, and then I was pushed on my bed, I felt the weight of whoever this was sitting on me, making it so I couldn't move, "Just a quick call I have to make Cinnamon darling" the voice said my panic was absolutely full on now, but I couldn't move or do anything about it as the voice said "hey girl, we're about ready now, bring the car round and with everything i've found we may need that big bag to put everything in"

I felt that hand slowly start rubbing me over my panties and squeezing, driving me crazy but not enough to make me cum, then the door knocked again, "hehe its time" she said pulling me to my feet and back out of my bedroom towards the front door, I was pushed up against the wall as I felt the cool air as someone else entered my flat, I heard another pair of stilettos and a laugh at my exposed aroused and by now shaking state, that voice that had tortured my mind tonight said we'll get what we need and then be off, she told the new woman to go and check whats playing on the laptop in there, I was dragged back into the bedroom hearing out and out laughter from the lounge, and heard the sound of things being thrown into a case, with a few nice comments on certain garments and makeup, I'd given up trying to understand what was happening now, I heard the case being zipped up and was pulled back to the laughing second woman in the lounge, "These videos are so funny" she said, "can we take this with"  My god I thought, where do i recognise that voice from.  I could feel her approach, and knew there was one woman on each side of me now, my cock was roughly grabbed again, still throbbing and I involuntarily thrusted which brought a giggle from one side, and a comment of "patience" from the other.  I heard the camera sound again, before a comment of "thats a lovely selfie for twitter" I gulped as the voice said "Right its about time to go"  I finally found my voice and said "go, go where" The grip on my cock tightened to the point of pain and my nipples were roughly pinched as I heard the reply "you'll see, after all Cinnamon, you have all week off work" as the other voice started laughing, I felt tears running down my cheek then as I was dragged out of my flat, cuffed hooded and in my flimsy lingerie, praying no-one would see me.  I heard a car boot open and heard the case being put in, lets put her in the boot too came the second voice, I was pushed in with a giggle and heard the door shut..........

The end, (for now)

Well there you go, I hope you enjoy this, and theres certainly scope for continuing the story, but for now I think this is a good point to leave it, as I've got myself all worked up typing it out.  

I really would love to know what you all think of it, I got some great feedback from the first couple of short stories I wrote and being totally knew to writing it was much appreciated.  

Anyways I have a fairly busy and exciting week ahead, with maybe some kinky play that i've been looking forward to for a while (all may be revealed soon) and   Investigating a couple of new opportunities in my vanilla life, and also shopping in advance for what sounds an intriguing night in November that I have a ticket for, but i'm sure i'll still be on Twitter as much as always so feel free to chat to me on there.  Especially if you've got any feedback for me.

Sorry its been so long since the last post, I promise i'll try not to leave it as long this time

Cinnamon xxx

Trip to Sexhibition Sunday 2016

Hey everyone, this could be a really fun post for me to write.  As you might have read in my last couple of blog posts, or on my twitter i'd taken the plunge and bought myself a ticket for the Sexhibition Expo in Manchester this last weekend.  I could only go the Sunday due to other commitments and was pretty nervous.  I had no idea what to expect, and was hoping it would be ok to go on my own.  Anyways after a lot of advice off people on twitter and the curiosity I'd bought the ticket.  This is a pretty long post, i'm sorry, but still feel like i've not put everything in, it was such an awesome day.

There wasn't anyway I could have gone as Cinnamon I thought as my exterior wardrobe is not exactly great, most of my clothes are lingerie (although looking at some of the outfits *blushes*) So I came up with a bit of a compromise and wore whats in this pic underneath my male clothes of jeans and a shirt.  Driving there I was paranoid that the halter strap was visible and had such a nervous excitement.  Now when i'd been debating over whether to go alone a Domme had told me if I went I would have to introduce myself, and part of me was a bit nervous at that too.  She had asked me to get in touch when I got there.  Anyways due to the unusual complete lack of traffic on the way to Manchester I got there before the place opened for the day and chilled out with a coffee feeling butterflies in my stomach, and people watching as a small crowd started to queue for the entrance.  I'd say this was the point I realised that basically as far as clothing went, pretty much anything would go today.  As well as people dressed outwardly like me, all casual there were wild and creative outfits, latex, leather, corsets etc that all seemed to look just fantastic.  I also couldn't help admire all the amazing makeup that a lot of the women were wearing.  I let the initial queue enter before I went in myself.  Pretty much just walked around for a little bit to gather my bearings and had a bit of a look at the retail stalls and the main stage area.  I was pretty amazed at the sights and my nerves started to settle.  I grabbed a drink, (those tokens are a nightmare and for soft drinks a total rip-off but what are ya to do?) and messaged the Domme, Princess Jessika who said she was taking part in a Q&A session ran by Mistress Absolute, and that maybe I should go along.  There weren't many attendees for the session but i'll be honest, a lot of the questions asked and the answers taught me a lot.  I'm still really a newbie to any form of play in Real Time, and genuinely think I learned a fair few things.

After the session finished (as the room was needed for the next workshop) I introduced myself to Princess Jessika who greeted me warmly, even checking my undergarments, but I thought at the time thankfully she didn't properly expose them.  I then helped move all the chairs in the room to the side, just felt it was right to offer before leaving.  We sat down outside with others and had a small chat, before heading back into the main exhibition hall to their stand, I was conscious that I didn't want to overstay my welcome, after all the show was a busy place and there were things to be done but for a while I was asked to stay at the stand and inbetween visitors kept talking about my past experiences basically.  I was then told I could go for a wander around with another Mistress from the team (Mistress Angel) who was doing basically some networking with other stalls, she was also quizzing me very subtlely about my kinks etc while explaining about some fetish events and clubs in London.  And gradually over the afternoon I was given more tasks to do, to help and slowly the buttons on my shirt were undone leaving me feeling quite exposed in the pink cami, there were frequent breaks for fresh air outside, and both Mistress Angel, and Princess Jessika when we caught up again seemed to have fun teasing me.  (and scaring the heebie-geebies) out of me) Its not the first time i've had a gulp physically noticed by a Mistress and she kept trying to replicate it.  By the middle of the afternoon i'd done a few more things to help the team including walking round getting business cards from other stalls all still with my lingerie exposed and I was now alone.  I know people were looking at me, but I just didn't dare cover up

  It almost felt like I wasn't there to look around like other people.  Outside again Princess Jessika discovered I was ticklish, and by this time my head had been pretty much invaded.  I was told I could beg for mercy but asked if I really wanted to.  Then it was back inside again and helping to pack the stall up, under direction of course and help carry what was needed outside.  As it was boxes and things I did button my shirt back up for this.  But once back upstairs I got in trouble for this and had to stand in a certain position for what felt like ages looking down at the floor, it felt really humiliating as there was still people all over, I had my nipples played with before heading down to another stand to help them pack up.  This was the whiplr stand, that I hadn't really had a chance to visit and it was big.  It was at this point I was introduced to Princess Almighty, who instructed me how to take down some signage and pack it away, I had my lingerie exposed at that point and while I was carrying out the task she kept kicking at me, which I wasn't expecting and verbally humiliating me, others were watching on as well, I just couldn't stop though, after that task she approached me and really started to play with me, I got a little freaked at this as wasn't expecting it at all, I took a knee or two and some nipple pulling,  I could feel myself shaking though at the verbal humiliation, for someone so pretty she has a way to make you shudder. and as her nails scratched down me I thought I was losing it a bit.  I try and keep it a secret that theres places where if I get scratched I literally tremble

I'm not going to lie I had to take a few minutes outside, but was so thankful to a couple others who came outside with me.  Like I said before I'm new to all this,  I was ok, it wasn't the pain, just maybe a couple of things said that i've never heard before.  Princess Jessika also came and chatted to me and made sure I was ok.  Before we went back in, i'd not got far before Princess Almighty called me back over and I apologised for freaking a little bit, Soon I was on all fours with her on my back before she tied my shirt up to make me look like a country and western singer and pinched on my nipple for what seemed like an age.

Anyways the place was now closed and it was time to leave, but not before thanking Princess Jessika who said i'd done really well, and getting caught in a typical Manchester rainstorm.  I went expecting to maybe check out a couple of the shows, browse the stalls, and ended up instead being pretty much used, humiliated, exposed, slapped, teased, headfucked, tickled and scratched, and you know what??
  I dont think i'd change a moment of it!  After all I met a lot of very nice people all into kink, some very dominant Mistresses, even ones that i'd heard of when I kept all my submissive feelings bottled up.  And i feel i've learnt a lot.  I really enjoyed the day, the sights, the emotions that ran through me, which lasted way into the middle of the night.  I'm only just through processing it all now

I really can't thank Princess Jessika, and all the other Mistresses enough, I genuinely feel lucky, and the whole day will live long in my memory.  Right though, this blog is long enough, so i'm off, feel free to chat to me on twitter and I guess i'll be back soon

Cinnamon xxx

Taking a plunge, a rant on fakes and new kinks

Hey, hope everyone is doing good, thought i'd use the lovely weather today to sit in my garden and write a new post.  It may not be too long, but firstly would like to say just how much I am looking forward to the weekend, in pretty much the largest city thats close to where I live at the weekend is the Sexhibition expo it looks to be an fun filled weekend, described as "The erotic event of the year"  I have been thinking of going and tempted for months, but finally after some encouragement from some lovely people on twitter have bought myself a ticket for the Sunday, which promises to celebrate the kinkier edgy side of the Expo.  I'm pretty nervous as i'm going alone, and although a fair few people have told me to go as Cinnamon I dont think i'm quite ready for that yet, so will be attending as my guy self, although I have a feeling i'll be Cinnamon underneath *blushes*

I'm looking forward to some of the stageshows, hopefully learning a bit more and looking round some of the retail units there as they are probably things that will interest the heck out of me.  There have been some really friendly people who've asked me to say hello too, i'm really hoping it will be a great day, and can't wait to tell you all about it after the day, (although I may need a couple days to recover)

I've been talking more and more on twitter to other subs lately as well.  Feel like i've learned a fair bit from them, and some ideas have definitely formed in my head.  Whether I dare follow them through is another matter, but who knows.  I do know that thinking about them I seem to have gone through way batteries than normal for the miniwand in the last week.  I've learned I really seem to enjoy being restrained, and now the idea of electrics being used (lightly) as part of the teasing/torture is intriguing.  So if its possible Twitter is making me kinkier than ever.

I do find it great most of the time, although just lately I seem to have been sent a barrage of dick pics, and DM's demanding I serve certain "Dommes" but a brief look at their profile shows they seem to be just insta-dommes, with no real interest in a kink, they just seem to be jumping on a bandwagon to get some extra cash.

I know "findom" has its place and there are many Dommes who seem to excel at it, I also know that if I have a session whether its on a phone, on cam or in real time its not very likely it will happen for free and i'm happy to pay, and if I can I have given a couple of gifts etc.  But the whole idea of findom isn't something that turns me on as it obviously does some others, money quite literally means nothing to me, its the way I have been brought up so controlling it has no effect on me.  I'm only commenting on this as i'm regularly told by these "insta's" that I am not really submissive, and even though they have contacted me, I am wasting their time.  I rarely react to be honest and they disappear off to beg another sub for enough money for a pack of cigs (seriously thats what one has said to me)  but it does annoy me.  I'm glad there are real Mistresses out there, I really am.

As for the Dick pics, read my last blog post, if you really want them seen and rated theres a link to a site on there that will happily do it!!!

I've really been playing a lot with the bondage kit I won a couple of months ago even falling asleep in the cuffs a couple of nights, but it doesn't feel quite the same when you're alone.  The clamps really make my nipples more sensitive and the flogger can really make me tingle.  Its probably only the last few weeks since my real time sessions that i've really wondered about things like this and I am actually thinking that basically a trapdoor has been opened as my thoughts and fantasies are including  much more bondage elements rather than purely the humilation side of things.  I really really hope I can explore these much more in the future and maybe whatever other kinky things come into my head.

Gonna love you and leave you now with a colour pic of the Lovehoney Lingerie I won last week.  I've had so many likes of it on twitter I just have to share it on here, have a great week and feel free to get in touch, either here or on Twitter

I have been meaning to write another fantasy into a short story again, but it needs a little bit more work yet, so maybe next time.  Thanks for reading

Cinnamon xxx

Competitions, SPH, and musings from my mind

Hi everyone, thought it was about time I wrote a blog, especially as its been such an exciting week.  First of all I was contacted on Monday by one of the largest adult retailers in the UK, Lovehoney, over the weekend I had entered a retweet competition they had posted and *blushes* I won.  I was given a choice between two absolutely gorgeous sets of lingerie.  One was mainly black, and I already have a few black pieces so I chose the second set.  It was a longline purple satin bra with a zip front and lace detail around the cups, with a set of satin and lace crotchless (yes crotchless) suspender knickers.  I was so excited, and being basically a guy I was so happy that the company was ok with it.

I realised later on that I would need some really nice stockings to go with it, especially as the knickers had the suspender straps on them.  So I went back on the website and chose myself a pair of sheer lace topped thigh highs, I also found a 3 for £10 offers section so had to indulge, (maybe more on that next time)

It was wednesday the prize package arrived, so damn quick, I was amazed when I got home from work and found it.  Just the touch felt so elegant and classy, it really is a gorgeous set, so once I'd showered etc I had to try it on,  i'd chose the right size for me any bigger and it would have hung off me and any smaller would have been too tight, and it just felt right, even better its almost a perfect match for one of my favourite Saturated Colour LIPSsticks.  I couldn't resist taking a couple of selfies and posting them on twitter and people really seemed to like them, I felt so good, and *blushes* loved the attention, heres one of them for you

It all made me feel so lucky, and girly, it really did.  But there has to be at least one humiliating thing happen to a sissy doesn't there??

I woke up really early for work the other day and found a msg on twitter from a Domme i'd never spoken to before asking me for my opinion on a new website she is in the process of starting.  Now i've been flirting round submission online for years, before properly taking the plunge in the last couple years and have heard of this Mistress Kiara so I actually felt quite honoured that she had taken the time to ask me so gladly looked at the site, its basically a place where guys can submit their tiny dick pics and they are up there for others to rate.   Rather embarrassingly I was encouraged to submit a picture of my tiny thing, at least anyone seeing it will know the reason I became who I am!!

It is a new site so not much on there yet, but if you are reading this and enjoy SPH or you just fancy laughing at tiny little ones check it out

ratemytinypenis.com

I'm not posting my tiny pic on here, or on twitter, theres a time and place for them, and at least on a site like this you know to be expecting them.

Also this week, i've been thinking a lot about trying chastity again, but still had the same problem after trying and trying i've realised I am just too small to fit in my device.  I've been following others frustration online and part of me would like to experience that feeling of giving total control to a Mistress, the feelings like this are much stronger recently, maybe its because I finally had a RT session or two, maybe its because i'm accepting myself for myself more.

I even for the first ever time last week on twitter found myself making another man cum, it actually made me feel a bit weird but was also a rush, he spun my humiliation wheel and had to follow the instructions, but I got bratty and made him spin again to get a second forfeit hahahaha!  Bratty Sissy alert, but also been chatting to some people who are sort of where I was a few years ago.  To be called an inspiration is something I never ever thought would happen and if i'm being totally honest its really really moved me.  So thank you to all those people, you've genuinely made me feel good!!!

Finally i'd just like to say i'm missing the MeanGirls a lot still, i'm sure i'll get a chance to call them again soon its been very hard lately due to the time difference etc, but realistically, without calling them in the last year I doubt this blog would exist, they've literally humiliated the hell out of me, but also in a way helped me explore my submissive side and somehow opened doors into a whole new kinky world, so if you like this blog or my twitter give them a lot of the credit, they are both so awesome and I can't thank them enough.  I'm also looking forward to planning another RT session with Mistress Courtney so i'm sure there will be plenty of stories coming up for you all, right now i'm off to enjoy coffee

Thanks for reading and as always please feel free to get in touch, heres a link to my Twitter

Cinnamon xxx