Playboy Club 2011

Back in 2011 there was a short-lived show set in the Playboy club in the 60's. It was trying to cash in on the success of Mad Men and the nostalgia for the 60's that it had created but, it was cancelled after only 3 episodes had aired.
I watched this and it wasn't very good, but it did have one thing going for it, Bunny Girls. Oh, and Amber Heard was the main character.

Stormi Henley on Brooklyn Nine Nine

It's always nice when you are watching a show and out of nowhere, Latex!

A Special Dinner

Things keep getting worse for poor Oliver, first, he loses his job, than Sadie his beautiful wife puts him to work taking care of the house. But when he fails to meet Sadie's standards she quickly dishes out punishments until Oliver is trapped in a steel chastity device and some very feminine clothes.

Follow Oliver on his humiliating journey as he falls from husband to sissy maid and finally cuckold.

Clue (1985) Every Yvette The French Maid Scene

Here's a film I have watched too many times.

It's kind of a so bad its good film. The humour is terrible, but it's done in such a  charming way. The cast is great from the legendary Tim Curry to the wonderful Madeline Kahn, but when I saw Colleen Camp as Yvette the French maid in the trailer I knew I had to see it.
You do not see many Hollywood films with French maids as a main character and I loved her uniform.

Extract from A Special Dinner

“You can't send her out in this, listen to the rain,” said Sadie.

“Oh I know,” she gasped excitedly and raced out the room.
"Dominique placed his car keys on the tray I was still holding as I looked at the floor.

“Here,” said Sadie reappearing.
“I saw this the other day and it made me laugh, I just knew it would suit little Sissy here,” she smiled as she handed me a girls coat.

It was a clear PVC raincoat. She giggled uncontrollably as she helped me into it. It was short, falling to the tops of my thighs and only just covering the skirt of my PVC uniform. There was a row of buttons running up the centre which she quickly fastened, two large pockets and a hood. The whole thing was completely transparent, showing clearly the red maids dress beneath. The only colour on it was red piping that ran over the joins. She smoothed my hair down and pulled the hood into place before placing the car keys into one of the big clear pockets and snapping the button shut.

“There,” she said stepping back to look at me and burst into laughter.

Dominique joined in when he looked up from his phone.

“God you really are pathetic,” he finally said wiping a tear from his eye, as he and Sadie led me to the front door.

I saw myself in the mirror and was crushed to see he was right. The hood had floppy transparent kitten ears attached to it, making it look like the kind of thing a small child would wear. The clear PVC coat was eye-catching, and the bright red maids dress below was eye-catching, but together they screamed look at me!

The door opened in front of me and I could see sheets of rain coming down on the busy street.

“No, no, please” I begged as I felt hands on my back pushing me forward.

“Get the bag, or stay out,” snapped Dominique.

“If you do decide to run away, the prostitutes hang out down that way. I’m sure you would fit right in,” laughed Sadie as she pointed down the road.

I stood on the step hyperventilating in fear, feeling the cold night air run over my stockinged legs as they laughed slowly closing the door and waving goodbye.

Cars loudly ploughed through the puddles covering the roads and on the footpaths people rushed to get in out of the storm. I watched from the safety of the porch with an overwhelming sense of fear and humiliation as I realised I would have to join the early evening traffic.

Two women were walking down the footpath, they hadn't seen me so I waited for them to pass by before stepping out of the porch. The heavy rain drummed loudly against the PVC mack as I did, it was deafening. I saw them look around at the sudden noise before giggling as they hurried on. The rain splashed up my stockinged legs as I minced down the drive. A sudden gust of wind blew rocking the trees and blowing icy air around my legs, lifting the short skirt and petticoats and blowing the hood back, forcing me to try and hold both in place with my hands. Rivers washed over the smooth coat and dribbled off the hem as it sat on the black lace petticoats, as the rain drummed on accompanied by the loud click-clack of my shiny red stiletto heels.

When I got to the footpath I realised that in my panic I didn’t know where Dominique's car was parked and stood awkwardly fiddling with the pop button on the pocket containing his keys. I had to use both hands to undo it and as I struggled another gust of wind sent my short skirt and petticoats billowing up around me. I'm sure that all the cars passing saw the straps of my stockings and panties before I managed to hold them down again. There were a few honks from cars but I refused to look up. Once it passed I returned to the pocket and quickly popped it open, with the fob finally in hand, I pushed the button and saw to my horror lights flash on a car parked on the other side of the road. There was no way I could cross here without risking being run over. I thought about how humiliating it would be to arrive in a hospital dressed in a slutty red PVC maids uniform and turned down the dark footpath to the crossing.

I tried to mince quickly but the path was uneven and covered in puddles. If I stepped in one I couldn't see how deep it was and after almost falling twice I started to avoid them. Cracked paving stones would send icy water splashing up my legs making me shriek. I was forced to keep my head down checking my path. I hopped and minced towards the crossing, one hand holding the hood in place the other holding my skirt down from the wind. The path was so dark I don't think many people saw me, or if they did only saw a strangely dressed girl glowing in the reflection of their headlights as they passed, but the anonymity of the dark path was running out.

A Special Dinner on Amazon

The Two Ronnies - The Worm That Turned

This is something I remember seeing on repeats when I was young.
For those who do not know The Two Ronnies were popular comedians in the UK who had a prime time sketch show which I believe air early on Saturday evenings.  As well as sketches they also ran a serial comedy story and the below is one from the 80’s.
The Worm That Turned was an 8 part serial set in a femdom, role reversed future (at the time), where women rule. All the women wear military uniforms, the state police wear leather and the men have been forced to take over the role of housewives in dresses.

It's full of the casual sexism of the 70's but beyond that the whole setup for it sounds like something from fictionmania and not BBC1 on a Saturday evening.

Like I said I can remember seeing this when I was young and it leaving a mark on me. A role reversed society with enforced cross-dressing. I was already fascinated with dominant women at the time, so a whole society of them ran by the wonderful Diana Dors sounded amazing. There are so many BDSM tropes in here I'm surprised there were no questions about it at the time.

For those who remember this, I hope you enjoy the blast from the past, for those who have never seen it before please excuse the sexism and humor, neither have aged well.

Extract from Hunter’s Honeys

“These are all standard forms for a modelling course, they can be a legal nightmare if they are not dealt with properly,” she smiled, pointing out the last place for me to sign.

“Right, that’s good. I will call Mistress Verbeck who will take you to your dorm room and get you settled” she said pushing a button on the intercom.

I looked surprised at her and mouthed “Mistress, dorm room?”

“Yes, I find it best for each group of students to live together while they are studying. It allows them to focus more and to help each other along. Now Mistress Verbeck is your house mistress so she is in charge of you until you finish the course. You must do what she tells you at all times. We don’t want it getting back to Vanessa that you were causing trouble now do we?” she asked looking at me and clearly waiting for me to answer.

I shook my head no.

“Good,” she said, standing up and coming around to the front of the desk, picking up the papers I had signed and organizing them into a neat bundle.

Just then the door opened and a woman came in wearing a black latex top which buttoned up at the back. It had puffy sleeves with a white collar and cuffs, a round silver brooch at her neck. Her blonde hair was done up in an ornate hair bun and she wore big dark-rimmed glasses. Blood red lipstick matched her long stiletto nails. She was wearing a long flared ankle-length skirt again in black latex. Around her waist, was a large leather belt from which hung a few leather pouches and in her hand, she was holding a black drill cane with a silver top. This must be Mistress Verbeck I thought. The way she was dressed made me think she had just come from a set, she must have been filming some Victorian themed femdom I thought. Something where she was the strict housekeeper, she certainly looked the part.

“This is your first student Mistress Verbeck, can you take her to the dorm and make sure she is ready for tomorrow. I know it’s a bit of a mess at the moment but I have builders coming tomorrow to make the changes we need”, Said Ms Hunter.

“Of course,” said Mistress Verbeck.

“Here is her paperwork,” said Ms Hunter handing the forms I had signed to her.

Mistress Verbeck looked through them for a second and with a growing smile looked up at me.

“Right, follow me,” she said walking to the door.

I stood there for a second trying to process what was happening.

“Ok let us try this then, hands behind your head, Now!” she barked with an irritated look on her face.

I jumped and did as she said taking a step back. The way she was looking at me was intimidating and I didn’t like the feeling that was growing in my stomach. She took a small remote from her belt and pressed a button. Suddenly my hands locked to the collar and Mistress Verbeck took the leash. I was now helpless again!

After what I had been through today the feeling terrified me. There was no need for this. No one was filming. I was just joining a modelling course, not a….

CRACK!
Her cane shot out and cut me across the bum driving all thought from my head.

“Move!” she screamed.

I minced to the open door as quickly as my skirt and heels would allow silently begging her to stop, but she did not relent. The click-clack of my shoes sounded like a machine gun. When I got through the doorway she barked “left” and still using her cane drove me down the hall and into the main hotel. There were still lots of people around and seeing me near hysterical trying to mince away from Mistress Verbeck, as she easily kept pace with me, raining strokes with her cane brought much laughter from the models and crew watching.
















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Mistress Verbeck

While I was writing Hunter's Honeys I was looking around for some inspiration for a character design. For most of my characters, I will find an image online of someone and use them as a template, it helps to keep track of what people look like and is (in my opinion) better than writing out a long description.
So while I was looking around for Mistress Verbeck I found this.

The above are pictures of Alice Faye in On The Avenue a 1937 Irving Berlin musical comedy, wearing an amazing latex outfit. I really could not believe that I had never seen this before and have been trying to get a copy of the film since.

Hunter's Honeys

Mark had no time for the hotel he had inherited, he was only interested in building his photography studio. That is until the money problems start. His new dominant wife suggests a way out, renting the studio to the enigmatic Ms. Hunter so she can film fetish movies.
It is not long before Mark is surrounded by a sea of beautiful women in latex and leather, but what will happen when an actor misses the shoot and Mark is the only one free to step in?
Hunter’s Honeys is the first part in a new series exploring the world of Ms. Hunter. Follow Mark as he begins his training in feminization, humiliation and lots of domination, as he is moulded into becoming one of Hunter’s Honeys.
















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Maids

First Post

Hello and welcome.



What will be on the blog?

Anything to do with feminization, chastity, maids, latex and domination.

I'll post images and things I find online, as well as some of my writing, extracts from my books and short stories.