Good morning, my dear, and I hope devoted readers. Let me say first: My heart is filled with gratitude for each page that you read! I hope your enjoyment matches every moment I spend writing. Thank you for your continued support!
As I stated last week, I aim to write a weekly two hundred to five hundred-word post on my website, keeping my readers updated on upcoming projects and adding insight into Phoebe Pearl’s twisted, kinky mind. I’m on a two-week streak!
Feel free to punish me for failure…
However, I can’t guarantee I won’t enjoy your discipline.
Well, I hope you’re as excited as I am. I published a new book, and it’s available! Femdom Dominance Rules. It’s part of my series Femdom Feminization.
Here’s the blurb:
To survive and thrive as a dealer, Axel slides into the skin of a gangster. He plays the part well. No one suspects that buried beneath the alpha male swagger lies a secret fetish that could ruin everything he’s worked for.
Kai clawed her way out of the ghetto to get into college. To pay her bills, she aids fellow females with male issues. She loves taking the alpha males she deals with down a notch or two. But what Kai hopes for most is not just to take a guy down a notch or two but to humiliate him, strip away every ounce of his masculinity, and then feminize him and make him her plaything. But where does she find a man like that?
When one of Kai’s clients has an issue with Axel, she breaks into his home to ‘solve’ the problem. Kai uncovers Axels’ secret life and hangs it over his head.
Axel is all too willing to let her.
Femdom Dominance Rules is a look into the world of Femdom, Forced Feminization, and BDSM. If you like alpha men who surrender their masculinity and their alpha roles and submit to their Femdom Mistress, then you’re going to love Femdom Dominance Rules. It is a stand-alone short story in Phoebe Pearl’s series: Femdom Forced Feminization.
What’s been going on this week?
This week, other than fulfilling my duty to keep my cats fed, my floor full of toys they don’t play with, my mortgage paid, and the power that provides me with the ability to pursue my most relished passion in life-writing, I’ve been working on another book in the series: My Sissy Cuckold Husband. No title yet. But it involves feminization roleplay, some bondage, and sissy maid roleplay. I’m shooting to publish by the end of this week.
So, I met my Mistress/wife/best friend while taking an online writing course. We started chatting as friends, neither aware of our less-than-vanilla lifestyle. But looking back, I think she had a clue to my submissive nature.
Before my Mistress, my relationships with women were many but short-lived. I could find them (to be honest, most found me.) I’m not the pursuer. They ended because of sexual frustration, not on my part. I’m submissive, and well…. I’ll let you fill in the blanks.
I’d thought about cross-dressing but never really tried it. Panties, sure. Maybe an occasional pair of pantyhose, but I’d get feeling guilty and toss the stuff.
We became good friends over the Internet, trading emails and having long conversations on paper for months. We lived several hours away. She worked from home as an artist and graphic designer, and my schedule was brutal then, so she came to me. I recall it wasn’t a choice she gave me. Sometimes, memory can be funny, but she showed an interest in me, and I recall not arguing.
I recall the first time we met. I’ll speed through the boring parts that changed my life—the dinner, the movie, the walk in the park—and get to the aftermath of making love. That was the last time we made love in a vanilla way.
Two things happened after I came that changed my life. Looking back, I know that if I hadn’t been so comfortable around her, I might not have obeyed her commands.
After making love, we ended up in the shower, and I recall this moment so well. She’s standing behind me, and I’m facing away from her. She starts by washing my back and massaging me. The warm shower soothes my body, and so do her hands. Then she grabs my hands, puts them above my head, and plants them against the wall.
“Don’t move.” Those words I’ll never forget. Because I didn’t.
Then she grinds the apex of her thighs into my ass. I became puddy for her to mold at that point. This went on for I don’t know how many glorious minutes. I became aroused again.
Then she said, “Before you can have it again, it’s got to be cleaned out.”
My confusion was apparent.
She pointed to her crotch. I’m still confused. So, I grabbed a washcloth. She laughed and indicated that my tongue would be a better way to clean her out. My life changed at that moment. Before she left, she said, “I think I’d be happier if you were smooth.” I’ve been smooth since that day.
I hope you enjoy my book. Please feel free to ask me questions. I’d love to answer them.