Embracing My Masculine Nature      I’m obviously not stupid. It’s just difficult for a boy to swallow and digest all the aspects of his masculinity without extensive soul-searching. To recognize the enormous ramifications of legal age. To fully accept that he loves being male, and everything it entails.    To admit that the major concepts which will forever rule my life – Submission; Obedience; Modesty; Honesty; Helplessness; Ownership; Discipline! … bate my breath, tightens my testicles, hardens my prick.    To know that every sexual thought, dream, and reverie I ever had, has been completely and utterly … masculine.     To confess my Lies, my slacking. Since Adele started wearing heel sandals – and I had to render O to females in heels. I was thoroughly taught it in school, theory and practice. I Lied that I hated it. It was Slacking to do it poorly.    To stop pretending I dislike females doing my Toilets and Toilettes. ...

Virginity & Domestic Care    Richard here. Before my wife continues our Honeymoon stories, I have a question. Does anybody care about my virginity? And how Sandra took it?    After all, it’s a huge deal for guys. It’s sacred, scary, and it hurts. And to be perfectly honest, husbands love it. But on that first Honeymoon night in the cottage, I was just another terrified virgin in a transparent white silk teddie.    Alice prepared me. It took about 2 hours. Triple Enema, bath and primping (hair, makeup, perfume), rectal grease. I cried when she slipped the diaphanous nightgown over my naked body. Its white furry hem tickled my erect cock and quivering fanny. Alice was disappointed.    “Blimey, there’s nothing to cry for. Your lovely new wife is waiting with the Wedding Dildoe. And look in the mirror. Do it properly, front and back. You’re pretty as a spring flower.”    Almost despite myself, I did. Long brown hair in lazy curl...

Queen’s Promenade    We were greeted at the mansion steps by two gorgeous young women in pastel summer dresses and heels. Lady Meg and Lady Cary.    “The Elegance Promenade just started. Follow us to the Queen’s reviewing stand.”    Deep green grass intersected with granite walkways, obstacle courses, strapping horses, other Promenade equipment and items. The entire course shaded by long sheets of canvas secured to high poles.    Naked men and boys, dripping pricks rampant, shapely fannies juddering and rumbling. Girls and women in torso-cut (breasts to upper thighs) spandex and heels. Putting the males through their paces with lavish use of thin whips, narrow belts, and long whippy canes.    An intermission for refreshments and conversation.    The Queen greeted me warmly, with the full kiss of a female lover. Alice bowed, and was rewarded with a hug. Richard and Alvin had their erect cocks firmly grasped and pumped. ...