Natacha's dungeon,

Natacha's dungeon,

For a long time, I have loved wearing lingerie because it always gives me so much excitement to contemplate myself as a woman in front of my mirror.

I learned a long time ago to memorize feminine gestures and attitudes while perched on my pumps.
I also know how to put on makeup, adjust my wigs, choose dresses and skirts that flatter me to become a credible girl.

I put the underwear I chose to spend the weekend with Natacha on my bed.
She is a dominatrix who lives near Paris.

On the phone, I found her so close to my expectations that I happily accepted her invitation.

In front of my hairdresser, I contemplate my body depilated by laser sessions, using a razor to trace the last hairs on my penis and the line of my buttocks.
It is with constantly renewed pleasure that several times a week I live as a woman at home or in a hotel when I travel.

Completely delighted to find Natacha, I fasten my basque and put on my seamed stockings, hanging them on the four pairs of suspenders.

I tuck my purses into my stomach (tucking)
Then, I place my cock between my thighs, securing it with adhesive strips to highlight my mound.

Then, I fill the cups of my corset with sumptuous silicone breasts before pulling slit panties up over my hips.
After putting on makeup and wearing a blonde bob-cut wig, I slip into two airy petticoats placed one on top of the other in order to fluff up my flared skirt which reveals my suspenders with each step I take.
I dressed all in white hoping to be “in dark” by this evening...

Satisfied with my appearance, I take a few steps in my room, contemplating my nylon-clad thighs and my seamed stockings.

Then, I leave my apartment by getting behind the wheel of my convertible sports car.

While driving on the highway in the summer heat, I lift my skirts up to my waist to deliberately expose myself to the view of the truckers.

When I pass them, I stay at their height for a moment, spreading my thighs to make a spectacle of myself.