Petticoated Re-enactors

"Past times are pastimes"   Marshall McLuhan.

I participated in another tea party.  I think I have been involved in 5 so far this year, so in my social circles tea parties are fairly common.  My tea party took place at an event where there were other elaborate scenes including a pageant for little girls over the age of 21, and an equestrian event.
I have been thinking about such events as tea parties, which from one perspective are sorts of re-enactments of historical events.  I think they are not thought of that way, because most tea parties don't end in a pile of corpses, (unless you go to a Borgia tea party).  My first experience with this sort of role playing was when I attended The Sissy Maid Academy,  no longer in existence, which I described in this blog, two and a half years ago.    It was a transforming experience for me.  I learned about the possibilities of bringing some of these common tranny fantasies to life in a safe and insane environment.
So I have done a lot of them now, and while they are clearly for the serving staff, the realization of a sexual fantasy,   For the mostly  female guests, they are a form of re-enactment.  Some of the ladies wear period clothing, and the elegance, and formality of the proceedings hearken back to a time when there were Ladies and Maids, and good stuff like that.  And for this server at least, the excitement of the event is less sexual than it is good old fashion playing including princesses, and saucy maids.  They latter I guess being missing from most young girls dress up repertoire.   And if you look beyond the tea pots and tables into the larger event, there are lots and lots of adults playing dress-up  in leather and lace, and playing together.   The accepted term in fact for scenes between consenting adults at these event is "play".  And if you move beyond the parking lot of the event and peer into the community that surrounds it,  there are all sorts of people hunched over screens engaged in World of Warcraft, and Second Life, and a host of other adventures beyond my limited familiarity.   And of course in the closets of some number of my fellow fanatics,  the uniforms of old wars, and for a few Star Wars!...  Quite a bit of fantasy it seems to this observer in and out of the bedroom.
For me the tea party is a place where I may meet people who may be interested in pursuing more explicitly sexual  play, but at the party they really only want tea served by adorably dressed maids.   And in that time and place that is really all I want: to be adorably dressed and competent maid and to serve buckets of tea, and sweet and savoury delights.   An example;  just last night I was at a party, and began talking with a charming woman.   She remarked  "Didn't you serve at the tea party?"   referring to the event of the week before.   Small world! ( At least I live in a small world)   I was delighted to converse with her, and she took some interest in me.  (I mean what dominant lady in her right mind wouldn't having seen me walk the walk and talk the talk  ("Can I serve fill your cup Maam?")
And these are truly remarkable times we live in, where you can be a confederate captain, a cross dressed member of the red army,  a sissymaid, or a Wookie.
 If you don't believe me, look it up in the Wookiepedia.

Standing in the Shadows

Who knows what lurks in the heart?

A long time without posting but for an old girl, I have been managing to stay pretty busy.

I hope to post more regularly in the month's coming to explore the mysteries of gender and desire. This is a short post which merely presents a felicitous and rare event. I believe I managed to capture my Jungian shadow on a purely digital medium without Kirlian or other exotic technologies, simply a Canon Powershot. That saucy maid could only be me and yet surely not me.

The Simple Life

I recently had the occasion to spend a whole weekend as a maid, specifically as a sissymaid in training. It was the first time I had spent any time as a sissy maid, and i certainly went all in, spending from friday to sunday dressed every waking moment in frilly maid outfit, obeying various Mistresses, and generally trying to make myself useful, and pretty.

This is an experience I have generally approached as a sexual fantasy. I have done a lot of perusal of the ummm literature you might say. Simultaneous orgasm is when reader and story reach climax at the same time. But being a sissy maid isn't really like that at all. I mean it is a social role rather than a sexual role for the most part, and most of the time a sissy maid is well..just a maid! "Where is my wine glass?" and off i go perhaps wiggling a bit, but off on my mission. Find Mistress's wine glass, or fill Mistress"s water glass, or lay out Mistress's clothes or make Mistress's bed. Lots of little chores, cheerfully performed, dressed in fabulous satin with the cutest accessories. I mean you are not expected to carry out these duties without apron and cap and petticoats! Well maybe i got carried away with the petticoats! wandering through narrow corridors like a full masted schooner in the backyard pool. Things tend to get knocked over. "Oh clumsy maid!" sheepish look as i turn to see what has happened, and sweep a table full of dishes onto the floor. "Oh i am so sorry Mistress!" just the slightest tingle in anticipation of perhaps being just annoying enough to earn a small demerit and a spank! But the rules of this training are clear. No one is fooled that the maids tremble in fear of over the knee discipline. No the maids tremble in fear of missing out on over the knee discipline, and the Mistress's are not here to pretend otherwise. It is not psychodrama, more just PBS drama with the staff, (that's me) doing our dainty things, while more weighty matters are discussed over table or in the drawing room.

So why did I enjoy this so? Like the song says.. Gimme the simple life! I will grant you that 20 years as a domestic servant may not be the most fulfilling life, though I don't think that there is any element there that prevents living a fully realized life. There is time to meditate in the morning before the Ladies are astir, and of course the opportunity for mindful practice is very alive when doing "women's work" And when you spend what is a few days as a maid, well it can only be described as wonderful! Not that I would admit that to the other guys at the bar watching football and spilling beer, but...well i was a very good girl all weekend, and i earned every stroke that i got on my eager and welcoming bottom. Eat your heart out honey!

The lure of chastity

" Brahmacharya is the basis for the attainment of Kaya Siddhi. Complete celibacy must be observed. This is of paramount importance. By the practice of Yoga the semen becomes transmuted into Ojas-Sakti. The Yogi will have a perfect body. There will be charm and grace in his movements. He can live as long as he likes (Iccha Mrityu). That is the reason why Lord Krishna says to Arjuna: “Tasmat yogee bhava Arjuna—Therefore, become a Yogi, O Arjuna.” "

quote from Swami Sivananda

What do brahmacarya and the CB-3000 have in common. Why is everyone suddenly wild for chastity? Traditionally chastity is said to allow the concentration of powerful energy which allows the chaste brahmacarin to attain new heights of spiritual fulfillment. The sissy maid locked away in his device, does he not also experience the concentration of powerful energy! and what is that energy. If the root of the loss of energy is in the spilling of semen, then the brahmacarin is perhaps subtly transforming to a brahmacarini, by the retention and conversion of semen to something more important and dare I say more feminine. The ejaculating penis concentrates all consciousness upon itself waves of energies expelled. When this ceases, or never was, energy and consciousness are more diffuse, sexual energy is now more feminine. The chaste sissy experiences heightened arousal in his nipples, does he not?

I wouldn't wear a chastity device because it would ruin the feminine look of my panties so important. There is always a let down in subsequent meditation when I succomb and going to far with my feminine imaginings, I make my panties wet. But it seems to me that a female can function as a sexual being without enslavement to the tyranny of the penis. In aspiring to a female ideal, i can practice brahmacarya, while still fully experiencing my body as a sensual and sexual thing.

The sissy stereotype is a tantric ideal, indefinite delay of orgasm concentrating the mind, whether it be on serving the particular female who holds the key or concentrating the mind back into the anima, the female forms that lurk inside, and which are hungry for Devi.

What sissy his male embarassment locked away by a wise Mistress does not experience increased grace and charm in his movements as he swishes his skirts so prettily feeling feminine power.

To some these images and comparisons may seem odious, but to this sissy and tantric practitioner they seem apt, and these parallels worth exploration.

sissy maid contest

Today I attended a sissy maid competion. No I didn't compete. I don't really think of myself as a sissy maid though wouldn't mind playing one for a day..ok maybe a week.. or.. well the second month is out I was a little blue this weekend so I wasn't enthusiastic, but i went and I had a great time. It is hard to stand out at one of these events, and some girls are stunning, but I went out and got some very orange nailpolish yesterday, did my toes, and then carefully polished some french manicure press on's. There was a bit of orange in my dress, and everyone noticed my look and i got some compliments. I can't help myself. I was so happy. I also met "two blonde dommes" who asked me if i was a sissy maid. I couldn't help myself, I lied and said I was. One just looked so great done up in Her own rags and feathers... very very hippy. That and I met an old sissy girlfriend, i haven't seen in quite a while so I had a lovely time.
Although my friend is rather depressed and a little depressing. He basically says that he is only attracted to younger girls say < 40 who he doesn't believe would ever honestly be interested in him, and that's before they find out that he has a powerful attraction to their vanity fair panties especially the "ravissant" pair in robins egg blue. (OK maybe that is me more than him) At any rate the competition was very fun and I had such a good time, and the best sissy won! No favoritism swayed the judges. Tomorrow is work. I wish I could say the same about that.