My adventures in TPE Land (Round 3)

Through the blessing of my great wife, I was able to once again to venture into TPE Land. My hosts this time were Mistress
Kitten and the irrepressible imp.  Having been through many changes in my development as Elita and as a sub since my first
trip to TPE Land nine months ago, this trip was an important step in my continued development and search for my place in the
scene.

Prior to the trip I completed Ms. Kitten's survey for prospective submissives. A most interesting undertaking, during which I had
plenty of time to think about my needs, desires and even goals in this continuing adventure. I had agreed with MS K and imp not
to ask their opinions of my responses to the survey and to let them surprise me with what was in store for me during my visit.

The weeks leading up to the trip were a mixture of building excitement and great stress for me. Things were going topsy-turvy in
my professional life; enough so that at several points just prior to the trip I thought I was going to have to call it off. It became
apparent to me that I need for this trip for more reasons than pure link. I needed the escape from what was happening around
here. During this same time, imp was asking me questions and giving me instructions on what I needed to do prior to my arrival
there. One thing was clear from the outset, my time there would be spent en fem and submissively. What surprised was how
deep I got into both roles and stayed there with little effort or thought. Even when dressed somewhat butch during the cool down
time on the last full day there I felt engulfed in these feelings. Getting to that point was both enlightening and scary.

On Thursday, I flew from Illinois to Dulles and from there drove to Fredrick. My dress was somewhat neutral on the outside, but
purely fem underneath. As soon as I arrived at their apartment, imp explained the ground rules and had me unpack the things I
would need for the first evening. One thing I immediately noticed was the interesting screen savers that imp had made using
pictures and drawings of transgendered males in bondage and servitude. I enjoyed the images, little knowing how much they
would play in my training and torment later. Then it was into a bubble bath and other preparations to transform me into some
semblance of a femme submissive. I learned my first real lesson from imp at this point, learning how to conceal my boy thing in
a more feminine manner. The result was quite realistic, is not a bit uncomfortable. But then torment was part of the plan too I
was to learn.

My role for that evening was to wait on Mistress Kitten from the time she arrived home, onward. To that end, while imp prepared
a great meal, I set a table for Ms. Kitten and imp, and helped do chores around the apartment. When she entered the apartment
I greeted her with a warm hug, then fell to me knees to kiss her boots. I then took her coat for her and stood ready to serve as
needed. Shortly after that I served her dinner and then served imp and myself. The rest of the evening was left to talk of my prior
experiences and learning from imp fem skills I would need for the remainder of my stay. Just prior to bed, Mistress had imp
secure an ankle cuff on me and then had her chain me to the coffee table next to the couch that would be my bed. I sort of slept
that way for my first evening with them.

Friday began with both imp and I seeing Mistress off to work, then imp directing my transformation in day drag to prepare for our
day shopping in Fredrick. After dressing I was given some chores to do while sis prepared herself, then we were off to the thrift
store, McDonalds and a drive in the local area to see the sights. This was one of those "little milestones" for me; since it was the
first time I went driving en fem or spending the whole day that way in public. When we returned to the apartment, there was time
for a nap before Mistress returned from work. When she arrived, imp again fixed me up and off we went to dinner with Mistress
Morgie and her family. Although I had experienced being out in public dressed as my fem self before it had never been in this
vanilla of a setting. It was great to just be me with friends, with little reaction from those that saw me in public that way.

Later that evening, after we had returned to their apartment, Mistress asked if I was wearing a corset, to which I replied yes.
Mistress then commented I had a woman's ass, to which I said, "thank you Mistress" without even thinking about it.
To me at that moment it was one of the greatest compliments that had been made to me. As I had the night before and
would for the remainder of my stay, I donned my nightie and prepared for bed.

Saturday, before Mistress departed to do some errands and visit Mistress Morgie, she had imp place a KTB on my boy-thing.
Now I was entering a world I had only thought and fantasized about. After she left, imp dressed me in tight, restrictive
undergarments, my shortie-nightie and then placed a hood on my head. The hood had openings for my mouth, nose and eyes,
but still it put me further in sub space. I was then directed to vacuum the apartment. I was allowed to take short breaks for a
smoke and drink of my soda after finishing each part of the apartment, but I had to take them sitting down in front of imp's
computer looking at the images of her screen saver. These were the same ones of transformed males in various forms of
restraint I had admired my first day there. I came to realize that imp had left them on the screen almost the whole time I had
been there. They would remain there to taunt me throughout my visit too. After I finished the vacuuming, I was given a nice black
dress and white pinafore to iron. When that was done, imp decided it was time for me to "rest".  A blindfold was snapped into
place on the hood I was still wearing and I was placed in a bright red spandex body bag. The only portion of my person left
showing was KTB'd clitty and my hooded face. My clitty was tormented a bit, and then imp also sat down for a rest. When
Mistress returned, there I was laying on the floor of the living room. She too inspected my predicament, and then left me to my
thoughts for an unknown amount of time. When I was released, from the bag, Mistress had me sit in front of the monitor again,
looking at those same suggestive images. While I sat there, she instructed me to stroke my KTB'd clitty, causing me to
experience a strange mix of emotions and physical discomfort. I was experiencing a new kind of pain and pleasure that
intrigued me. As much as I wanted to stop what I was doing that caused me pain, I was transfixed at feelings of pleasure I was
feeling at the same time. To enhance these feelings, Mistress explained to me I could stopped arousing myself if imp won a
round of the computer game she was playing. It took imp quite a while to win the first round. I was then allowed to stop until she
won the next round, which seemed to take only a few minutes, then the cycle began again. I cannot remember how long I
endured this mixture of emotions before Mistress had me step over to her and she removed the KTB. The waffle marks that
were left by the KTB were an interesting contrast to the frilly black and white ribbon imp had tied at the base of my clitty earlier in
the day. Those marks were shown off proudly several times at the party that evening.

After a short rest, I was instructed to start preparing for the party at a good friend's house.  I was first dressed in the dress and
pinafore I had ironed that afternoon, but then Mistress decided it looked too much like what the sissy maids serving the party
would be wearing. Mistress and imp then put together a great looking outfit for me using a black blouse I had brought with me,
and imp's black, layered crinoline. Under this I wore my favorite long black corset. The affect was truly feminine. It was also a
"look" that I think fit my older, sort of sexy, persona that I felt I had obtained from the days activities. It also is one that I intend to
imitate in coming adventures since folks seemed to like it a lot throughout the evening. Imp then collared me for the evening and
off we went to the party..

Arriving at the party, I immediately was introduced to even more of my on-line friends that till now I haven't had the opportunity to
meet.   And I was again able to greet and huggggggle folks like Ms. Cleo, who has encouraged and supported me in-person
and on-line so much. Not long after getting there I had the privilege of searching out another on-line friend, Idgie, for Ms. Kitten. I
enjoyed finding her for Ms. Kitten and latter introducing myself to her. Also the evening I finally met another of my favorite on-line
brats, Altus. True to her on-line form, she was a great help to me by setting me straight on things like sitting like a lady and other
feminine ticks. It was another small thrill to have to sit, then get up and sit again, several times, for her and Ms. Cleo, in an
attempt to correct my unladylike behavior. But then she also tattled on me to imp, who also corrected my behavior latter in "other"
ways.

One of the factors that I think contributed a lot to my getting into both the fem and sub space I did, were situation like that with Ms.
Cleo and Altus. Idgie's gracious comments about my cuteness and how well I looked helped a lot too. More than at anytime in
my adventures over the past couple of years, did I feel as feminine and accepted as I did then.

Later, while drifting on a cloud through the house, watching scenes I had only thought or read about before, imp came and took
my hand and led me down to the main dungeon. Again my thoughts and feelings catch up with me, as I think about how
submissively I just took her hand and followed her down there, knowing somewhat what was to come soon. I was soon leaned
over the horse, getting swats from a variety of implements. I received my first taste of a cane then, as well as being reacquainted
with a certain heart shaped paddle. As I drifted further into new space, imp applied a "few" clothespins me to my clitty and other
places for the second time that day and also the second time in my life. It seems I still haven't learned to not use certain words
in my vocabulary and even with the torment I suffered then, imp lovingly reminds that I have still have six more clothes pins to
endure to wipe the slate clean for now.

I definitely extended my limits during that session and also appreciate the fact that MS K let imp "top" me once again, besides
both of them co-doming for my entire visit. Sunday was a "cool-down" day, watching movies, helping imp around the apartment
and unfortunately getting my bags repacked. But maybe Sunday also contained some the most important time for the whole
visit, as all three of us discussed my feeling about the weekend and my fem/scene life in general through out the day.

As Ms. Kitten showed me how to put together a web page and even created a real kewl special effects shot of my in that black
dress and pinafore, I explained what I wanted in a web page. As I spoke those thoughts, it dawned on me how much my
perspective on my femininity and submissive tendencies had changed, especially recently. I want a web page that exhibits me
as a woman, not another CD showing off his/her maleness and not much else. I also want to be able to explain my feelings
about being submissive and loving the time I spend pleasing a Dom/Domme or top. What's interesting, is that not long ago, I
really didn't care much, or even think about these things, I just wanted to get beaten and look/act like a slut. I no longer see
myself as a "slut", but as an older girl trying to experience youthful things and feelings. It felt great to treated as a
woman by my friends and folks I had never really met (like at the party when a couple of different guys held doors open for me or
waved me pass them, saying "ladies first", going down the stairs. But it also pointed out (at least I hope I took it the right way)
that I was presenting myself in an appropriately femme manner and was treated accordingly. For me, that is, and will always be
important.

Another thing I was able to discuss with Ms. Kitten, was how much this trip had changed my perspective on relationships such
as Hers and imp's, those ever talked about 24/7 ones. My love and respect for both of them increased greatly watching not every
moment filled with whips and chains, but a truly Dom/sub interchange even during the mundane, daily chores to living together
they share. This insight has changed how I look at a few things in the scene area, including what I want in my search for friends
and play partners, and a Domme.

One last thing I noticed some what after the fact and thought about a lot on my way home, was that although nothing remotely
"sexual" happened over those four days, my feeling for men and women had changed some. At the party I had talked with a
couple guys who I think anyone would like to "serve" and of course some awesome ladies, but never even opened the subject of
sex or similar areas. Yet, I found myself looking at men differently on my way home and have wondered since how much I am
changing in my outlook towards my sexuality, even if I never actually do the "deed" with a man. My femme self is rapidly coming
into some kind of new agreement with my male side and I find both are much more relaxed and together than ever before.

Physically speaking, this trip was awesome, but emotionally and mentally it went far beyond that. I will be eternally grateful for
Mistress Kitten and imp opening there home to me and guiding me through this adventure in TPE land. They treated me to an
experience that to now has only been a dream and fantasy. They have greatly contributed to the feelings and emotions that have
developed and changed in me through three trips now to TPE land, each one with its own special place in my growth as Elita.
This trip though, I truly feel saw the "birth" of a new life for me in the scene and as a "girlie".  I have a firmer direction now in what
I really want in play and where I want to go as a woman.

For all that I thank you both Mistress Kitten and imp from the bottom of my heart and with all the hugggggggggggggggggggggles
I can muster.

Elita