Co.uk. I have also started a new blog atmysissyplaytime.blogspot.com.Enjoy the story.I used to search the internet for stories about sissies, femaledo...ination, forced crossdressing and forced homosexual activity. Anythingthat involved humiliation of a male, I'd try and find it. I downloadedhundreds of pictures of women dominating men, or of women beingdominated, but I always thought how exciting it would be to be the onebeing dominated. I would browse online stores, looking at panties andsome. I am not the most ravishing creature in the world and was terrified that he would take one look and say thanks, but no thanks. He arrived and called from downstairs. We met and it seemed very stiff as we rode the elevator up to the club lounge (one of the perks of travelling well). We sat overlooking the city and the conversation flowed, but it seemed strained. We talked about this and that but I had no idea what was on his mind. All I wanted to know was if reality was as good as imagination. They had barely pulled clear before the Mermaid's waterlogged hull slipped below the waves leaving a mass of debris floating on the surface; spars, sails, barrels, bottles and barely floating tangles of rope. And a broken carved mermaid's tail. By the following morning the wind had dropped and the cloud had cleared, though the boat was still being tossed about by a heavy swell. Winston had been sick all through the night as the boat had been tossed about like a cork and now he listened in. Judy was slender, well-proportioned though slightly small breasted. She had yellow blonde hair, with the consistency of corn silk. A nicely-chisled jaw line led to sumptiously smooth, creamy skin. Eyes were blue and soft in appearance. Any guy would have loved to spend time with Judy.One of the group ended up enlisting in the military, and Judy hosted a "going away party" at her apartment. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend due to a work project. It was sad, as I would have liked to have.