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Hello Ladies, ♥ ♥ ♥

Sweet, Delicious, Adorable and FUN! My name is Cherry, I'm a pleaser - an Obedient, Vulnerable and Humble ~ sissy! I have always admired girls, ladies, women ... females and only want to be like them ~ perhaps with a little exaggeration and extra frou-frou. Did you know that the word “sissy” actually comes from the meaning of being a little sister? That’s me ~ a sissy. I’ll be the little sister ~ you be the big sister ~ and you tell me what to do. It’ll be fun !!!

If I said I was a woman, I'd be dreaming - if I said I was a man, I'd be lying - if I admitted I'm a sissy - you would know the real me. I love being obedient, controlled and always - en femme. I have ruffles on my soul!

I am single and self-employed. I live in New Orleans. I live and work in public as male, but in private, am really who you see here.

I value intelligence and creativity more than any outward qualities. I am sincere and willing to put others’ needs and desires in the forefront. I am straight, but respect the rules of obedience; the will, wishes and authority of big sisters.

I have loved feminine behavior and looks for as long as I can remember. The same is true toward my feelings of vulnerability and the desire to obtain the approval and acceptance of my big sisters. I love surrender, vulnerability, control and being made to step beyond my self-imposed boundaries.

My desire is to bring smiles and joy and fun. I would love to be a sissy maid for a happy and proud Lady (and perhaps her friends). Actually, I'd enjoy any kind of role en femme: little girl, can-can dancer, harlot, diva, secretary, prissy, blushing bride, waitress, cigarette girl or whatever delights or amuses You. Private and/or public exposure in a safe or sympathetic environment
(or maybe not) is an obedience I will accept with grace, humility and the desire to please You. I love spontaneity and do not need scripts. I am interested in real Female Dominance, which is to say, that which is exclusively defined, understood and desired by real females.

This is my life's journey - to bring together life and play, to live out the true me, to be happy and bring happiness to others. To finally be able to admit to myself, and out loud, “Yes, I want to be girl!


I will answer all, even if only curious. I treasure the opportunity to be real, open, honest and full with all Women.
Sincerely and Sweetly, Cherry Kiss

P.S. Yes, that is really me in the picture and, I even did my own makeup. Thank You. And, yes also, I'm a very sweet little sister.

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6/23/2014 10:21:09 AM

Just speaking for myself, as a sissy who abhors any self-identity or expression of masculinity, I find it vulgar to even acknowledge it. I prefer to be taken and dominated and not in the least bit addressed toward any potential male feelings. I love the denial and abandonment of masculine sexual instincts and fully embrace the feminine satisfactions. I don’t require, or anticipate, an orgasm for myself and am perfectly satisfied to have pleased Her alone. But, I also realize that peculiar appendage that we sissies have is very erotic to some Women and a major part of their attraction to us. So, really, it’s up to her to do with me as she pleases. I’m not really comfortable in the male role, and if asked for my own preferences, I would totally ignore it, but as girl who loves to please and obey, it’s just that, 100% up to how she feels and, totally what she wants. I really find it vulgar and embarrassing to even acknowledge such a grotesque and masculine thing is my panties, but I think my desire to submit, and to please, is even greater. So, really, it’s totally up to whatever the Lady, or Mistress, desires.  


6/19/2014 8:28:14 AM
Why Women & Sissies Make the Best Girlfriends She says: “I have the pussy, so I make the rules1” Sissy says: “Sissies don’t get pussy because, we are pussy!” Now, all that makes perfect sense. A solid foundation for a perfectly understood connection, a natural D/s relationship, mutual interest, mutual satisfaction and a special closeness and trust. It’s really the best way for a female and a male to be the best of girlfriends!

1/21/2013 7:56:20 AM

She told me I was a sissy. And then, told me, “sissies don’t get pussy, sissies ARE pussy!” I politely told her, “Thank You.” It takes great depth and warmth to be a pussy. I was just happy she knew I wasn’t a prick.  


9/16/2011 1:35:02 PM

I want a real Playboy Bunny outfit. There … I said it and I meant it! I also want to be “bunny trained” by Pat Lacey (or, someone like her). I wanna be a real “Bunny” … with a poofie tail and all. I think I'd be sooooo cute!


12/25/2010 10:07:22 AM

 

I speak from the heart, the head and from ... well ... "down there."

It is true "sissies do not get pussy, sissies ARE pussy!

It is warm, it is soft, it is embracing, it is fuckable.

I am pussy.

I am sweet, I am pretty, I am weak, I am obedient.

I am a sissy.

I am a whore, I am a bitch, I am a slave, I am a cunt.

I am Cherry.

I am panties and petticoats, lipstick and stilettos.

 

I am your maid, your little girl, your blushing bride, your sweet ballerina.

 

I am your lipstick lesbian, your cock sucking faggot, your trophy slave, your best girlfriend.

 

I am sugar and spice, collar and leash, fairy dust and sissy glitter.

 

I am Tinkerbelle, a Feminist, a burlesque queen and smart like a girl.

 

I’m hot and bothered, and so shy, seduce me please, I’ll be your whore! 

 

Dress me up, pull my panties down, spank me, own me.

 

Tell me you secrets, let me hold you, cry in my arms, kiss me!

 

Let me kiss your hand, your neck, your foot, your cunt.

 

Let me be your secret, your pride, your lust, your woman.

 

Whisper in my ear, spread my legs, press your strapon against me, now fuck me.

 

Make me beg, make me cry, make me beg you stop, no don’t!

 

I am your bitch, your whore, your woman, your pussy.

 

I am sweet, I am pretty, I am your sissy, I am your …

 

Cherry

 

P.S. Wishing everyone a Fairy Christmas and a Very Sissy New Year !


4/7/2008 1:35:11 AM

A man will reveal, in his inner female, exactly what his attitude is to women.

A woman, whose identity, unfortunately, eludes me now, wrote these profound words, paraphrased here.

She was referring to the act of male to female crossdressing and was making a unique insight. Especially so, in the D/s context. How a man acts, how he thinks he should act, what he thinks of himself when he is crossdressed reveals what he really thinks of women.

I’ve had Venus envy as long as I can remember, and I love nothing more than to transform into the images of femininity. I also love feeling and being vulnerable. I’m a giver; I love praise and compliments and find in obedience an avenue to such compensation. I have to combine my love of femininity with my exercises of vulnerability and obedience; otherwise, I’m not being me.

I don’t find panties humiliating. Quite the contrary, I shop long and hard to find the most delightful, colorful, dainty, stylish and pretty panties, both for my own enjoyment, and to be complimented. When I’m told to pull my panties down, that’s humiliating, but the simple fact I’m wearing panties is more an expression of ego.

I’m a submissive, a sissy, a play doll. I’m also sweet, sensitive, playful, imaginative, and fun. I love to model, I love to truly impress women with what I wear, how I wear it, and the efforts I make to fully transform myself. Nothing is better than hearing a compliment from a woman about my clothes, my makeup or my overall effect.

I don’t define the act of crossdressing as transforming me into a slut or a whore. Oh, I am sexual, intensely so, but not because I’m dressed as a woman. Here is where the male inner femme defines his view of women. For some reason, slut and whore are usd as exclusively female adjectives. And, pejorative ones at that. The same way the nouns, girl and woman, are sometimes thrown out as derisives. The common assumption held by most men, and some women, is that the act of a male assuming a female identity/image is, of necessity, an act of debasement. And further, that any act female arousal or sexuality is the act of a slut or a whore. But, that’s because that is how, universally, society as dominated by the male norm, treats and thinks of women.

Frankly, I don’t even reach a strong sense of sexuality without passing through a ritual, or conscientiousness, of feminine self expression and sensuality. (And please, don’t confuse sexuality with sexual preference, or retreat to the notion that all female sexuality is exclusively an act of intercourse, physically, sensually or emotionally, with the male.) So, does that make me a whore, or a slut? As long as men are still allowed to define female sexuality, yes. But, I don’t even want to hear that nonsense! If I choose to have my dress and my image female defined, I choose also to have my sexuality defined by the same justification.  Acting the slut, or whore is male sexuality; I’m much more deliberate, vulnerable, selfless, playful, sharing, giving, ongoing, holistic, feeling and fabulous.

I’m sorry if I don’t equate transforming to femme to be an act of humiliation and overt sexuality. There is so much more to it, so much more to be felt and to luxuriate in. I spend a great deal in time, treasure and a little talent in transforming myself. Details are important; nails, cologne, posture, movement and most importantly, self appreciation. But, this joy, this beauty, this love, this ideal, this respect is how I see women, so it is how I must construct my own inner woman. Being within the bosom of Venus is a privilege, a joy, a great gift, not an abasement, even for one physically assigned to the male abstract.

Yes, I love petticoats, garter belts, sexy high heels and all manner of frou-frou. And yes, those are charictatures of femininity, and not, femininity in itself. I know that. But, I am not a sissy simply because I wear such things. I am a sissy first, and I wear such things because I love them. In fact, I reject the terms crossdresser and transvestite since they suggest a male norm deviated by a some form of costuming. I am a sissy, what I wear is a reflection of what I am that comes from the inside. I don’t have to be dressed all frou-frou to be a sissy, but it certainly feels better when I am. And, I like being a sissy. I believe that if I, or anyone, has a problem with the validity of being a sissy, they have a problem also with the idea that women are as valid as men.

I get lots of emails, (MySpace, Yahoo groups and elsewhere) from other sissies, young and old, lamenting their predicament and wishing society, especially women, were more understanding and accepting of them. I have one thing to tell them. It’s not society, and especially it’s not women, who have to accept you, it’s yourself. Until you can finally exorcise the demon of the notion of male superiority, you will always feel guilty, unhappy and probably buy into the act of crossdressing as an act of humiliation rather that one of self fulfillment and happiness. You are doomed to see yourself, as you unconsciously see women, as lesser and therefore humiliated beings. Women, are the least likely persons to be unaccepting of your feminine affinities. Not only are they, on the whole, more open, understanding and caring, they usually do not have the view that femininity is denigrating. You can not expect any one to accept or appreciate you unless, and until, you can wholeheartedly accept and appreciate yourself. If you still harbor any basic learned prejudices (I wouldn’t call them instincts, they are learned, not natural), that women are in any way lesser, inferior or secondary, you will always deny your own inner woman, and never become whole, healthy or happy. Accept your inner feminine, love her, express her, free her, be her, honor her and learn to love all women, including her. Transgender self loathing, anxiety and confusion is nothing but sexism. Lose your fear of not being a man, and you will lose your fear of being a woman (and still be just as much a man).

Sexism is the image every crossdresser sees in the mirror. How you view yourself is how you view women. If you see a pathetic, humiliated whore, that’s how you see women. If you see a radiant, happy and worthy creature, that’s how you view women. It’s fairly common to cry the first time you see yourself fully made up and dressed and as your femme self. (I know I did.) The question is; where these snivels of humiliation, or were these tears of joy and self fulfillment?

Yes, I’m naturally obedient. Yes, I swoon at the sensation of vulnerability. And yes, I find moments of humiliation uniquely arousing. So, aren’t these negative, or at least diminutive, traits that I am associating with crossdressing? No, because it is not the crossdressing that elicits these feelings. These feeling are just the way I feel, en femme or not. Being a sissy is just my preference as it is my truest and happiest self. (Some sissies are dominants.)  I just happen to also be an acquiescent with a strong attraction to intelligent, take-control, fun loving imaginative kinky women.

I would hope to reveal in my inner woman a pride, a joy and a strength, which is not in contradiction to my passion for fashion, my fancy for frou-frou, my penchant for playfulness or my veracity for vulnerability. I would hope to reveal in my inner woman that my attitude toward women is one of love, respect, appreciation, unashamed and true equality, and a passionate wonderful envy! 


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sluttymindy
 
 Age: 25
 London, United Kingdom