Tuesday, May 17, 2011

When the shoe fits

I have countless pairs of shoes that I don't wear.  I think every woman does.

Shoes are tricky, you see, quite deceiving in their flattery and persuasion of  a perfect match.  They feel so comfortable, so inviting--so seductive, even with 5" inch heels and pointy toes, when parading back and forth in the store.  But, for some mystifying reason, when one gets home,  the shoes turns on their heels and treat the feet like  fools!  They pinch, they feel stiff, too narrow, too high, too... painful.  But, does one take them back and ask for a refund?  No, of course not!  Having been seduced, one is quite convinced (delusional, if you will) that the shoes will revert back to how wonderful they felt in the store.  They will stretch, they will give, they will soften, they will FIT!!!!

And, this is why women have a plethora of shoes in their closet, a lot of which are rarely worn.,  Now, I'm mainly referencing those shoes that make one's legs look maaaaaarvelous. The ones that make one look taller, slimmer, sexier.  Occasionally, we get lucky and the shoes stay faithful from the store to the home, to stepping out.  These are the shoes we treasure.  Settle down, gurls, settle down.  I'm getting to you. 

Gurls, (sissies, trannies, trollops, waywards, cds, etc.) love sexy shoes, slutty shoes, stiletto shoes, pinching the toes shoes.  A gurl doesn't care about comfort--it's all about 'the look' and because most are secret gurls, they don't have to worry about walking too much in them.  When a gurl looks at shoes, as long as she can squeeze her foot in and stand up in them, it really doesn't matter if they pinch.  She ain't walking too far.  Yes, you know what I'm talking about.  The most some of you do is lay down on the bed in them and... as long as the hands and fingers are free to move around, who cares if the toes are numb.  For some of you gurls, shoes are a status thing.  Owning a pair of panties, any sissy can do, but buying a pair of shoes, only a well-advanced gurl will do that.

So, here are some shoes that I love.   Not too much for the slutty gurl to ogle over, but then... find your own 6 inch platform stripper shoes to salivate over.

A couple of these photos are mine (meaning my shoes), the rest are those I want because I think they would look maaaarvalous on me. 










 Reminds of Lalique, just on stilettos.
I own a pair of Stuart Weitz, but these are probably out of my league, dollar wise.




                                                          and finally, just for fun...



So, having gone from hats to shoes, I think....
panties will come next.  Bet all you panty sluts are looking forward to that.

This is Ms. London signing off.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Back in the Groove...

I know, way too long since I wrote anything on my little blog.

Well, as an update.  I was out of the country for 8 wonderful months.  Went to France several times, and an old stomping ground, Barcelona.  The majority of the time was spent in and around London, with trips to the north and south of England.  And then, it was time to come back to the USA, my other home.

Now, as I write this, I was recently glued to the TV watching 'the wedding', even though I had told myself the whole thing was just so silly.  There I was at 3.30 a.m., watching all the pomp and circumstance, and a beautiful bride, a handsome prince, and... bloody hell, those hats!

The best and the worse.  You choose.






and then there were these.  In my opinion, that is one ugly...
and this is one gorgeous hat...


So, any hat fetish out there?  Such wonderful dress up, don't you think?  This was a shop I chanced upon in Norfolk.


Anyway, my gurls have been keeping me pretty busy.  Lots of dress up and exploring their feminine side.  My regular callers managed to reach me while in the UK, which certainly helped in paying/paving my way through Europe, but to be honest, I've been a little less accessible, due to me just out and about and having fun.  Mind you, knowing sissies as I do, they can be fickle little things and it doesn't take much of an absence for them to go running around knocking on other doors.  They do get so desperate for attention.  Nevertheless, they find their way back home, and I welcome them back with open arms (supposedly?:)

I spoke to a very interesting cross dresser the other night.  New ideas, new kinks, new angst and torment.  My stupid boy (he knows his name) is still being--what else, but stupid.  Always tempting me to 'out' him and ruin his life.  One of these days...  Tiffany got to be my bride, Mickey got to kiss my arse, best boy got to be my bitch, and kimberly got a night out and got all dressed up for me (to humiliate, of course), rachael got to feel feminine, and my other rachael is lost somewhere in London. 

So many sissies, and so many hats.  Yes, back to hats.  No sissy dons the same hat.  To name just a few styles, we have the submissive: delicate, sensitive, just wanting to be truly feminine.  The slut: brazen, dirty, kinky, cock sucker.  The gurly: pretty, pleasing, with a pretense of innocence. The fetishist: leather, rubber, panties, silk, satin, costume, transforming. The femme: trapped in a male body. Some like to switch the styles around.  I know I do.   I guess that would make the academy a high couture millinary, with me the Head Milliner. 

Well, that's all for now.  Next time, let's look at shoes.  
signing out,
Ms. London.