Lesson 2: Cock Tucking

What a Rollercoaster Ride

This lesson for me was extreme from first kneeling on all fours spreading my cheeks, right through to sitting here now typing up my report with no visible clittie, pantyhose which feel cool and hot all at the same time and Crystal Gloss – Baby Crystal No 1 Lipstick.

Quite predictably my initial attempt at tucking was somewhat hampered by the fact that having read the task Akasha was correct in thinking that my clittie would swell and this made tucking more of a waddling experience around the room and that I would have a very good go once I had picked up the Medical tape and Control Top Pantyhose.

A bit of research sent me to a good cock tucking website and also told me what Control Top Pantyhose were (After a bit of US/UK translation). I had to ask a female colleague where I would get some that were good quality – I was ok about doing this until she started talking about how she had worn them and what they did. I started to get both excited and embarrassed.

I shopped for the lipstick and pantyhose in a big Department store where the girls asked me questions about what shade of lipstick I needed, whether or not I would line my lips with pencil? So in a hurry to stop my embarrassment I said something very pink and glossy to put me out of my misery. The results are shown below.



I made my way over to the lingerie section and looked for Control Top tights. Nothing on the damn rack! I asked the girl in the lingerie section and she took me to them and I am now reliably formed that bodytoner complete shaping tights that I have are the same as control top pantyhose. Asking for nude and extra large didn’t help my humiliation and embarrassment cause.

I decided to try out the hose over my training panties straight away and went to the public toilets in the mall. The initial taping efforts were going ok. I had managed to hide my balls and tape up my skin. But as soon as I tried to tape my clittie between my legs it started to harden and rather painfully ripped the tape from my clittie. After calming down, 5 bits of tape later I managed tape my clittie between my legs. With my panties pulled up I felt the flatness of my pubic bone as was staggered by how there was very no trace of my clittie until it was well beneath my legs. This turned my thoughts to the training program and what sort of a man(?) wants to do this. It was an emphatic response – ‘me’. Think about serving you casued the inevitable hardening again and due to the amount of tape I had added rather painful constriction which I had to rip tape off to stop. Akasha leaves her red raw mark on skin without being there.

Tucked and ready to go again I then tried to put on the hose – or should I say elastic hose suitable for a skinny short thin lady! Just to get them up to my knees required more stretching than the average athelete! Falling against the wall of the cubicle in the toilets didn’t help at this point and I was sure that people were wondering what was going on. All the moving about worked the tape free again. I think of the picture that you would have seen on a hidden Video Camera. A man stood in a public toilet cubicle, furiously trying to tape down his clittie with ladies panties round his thights, bodyshaping hose around his knees pulling them together. When I finally pulled the hose up I was so tight and smooth around my body. I will never forget the feeling. Also the material of the hose rubbing together when I moved my thighs I grudgingly have to admit was a great feeling. The most strange thing in my head was that my clittie really was gone the whole front was smooth.

30 minutes after going into the cubicle I came out dressed in the same outer clothes but completely smooth and pulled in underneath. I could not stop smoothing down the front of my trousers expecting to find a bulge but there being nothing. Walking through the mall I couldn’t help looking to see if I could see other men’s trousers bulging and being acutely aware that there was nothing at the front of me. It is difficult to explain but it made me feel different to everyone else in the mall.
Shopping after this was more of a blur as I was trying to sort out in my head that I could completely hide my clittie, that the front of me was smooth and why I felt different to other people, embossed, aroused, humiliated all at the same time.

My tucking results are shown below.




This post feels a lot about me and not really much on how I should be focussing on Akasha. In my defence and for the rest of this day spent tucked in hose. Every time I check the front of my trousers for No bulge and re-tape myself for every bathroom break my thought are on this training.

Thank you, sorry it is a long post but I hope that it entertains you.

Homework Lesson 1: Shaving and such like

Here is my initial homework...

Shaving
This is the first time that I have every shaved my body, it was an extremely strange experience for me. Let me get my bad news out of the way - I have not shaved all of my hair off. I have reasons for this (not wholly selfish on my part) that I am not prepared to discuss on this blog but I am happy to give in private by email – just ask.

I have still shaved enough of my body hair of to make a noticeable difference. Especially where I nicked myself with the razor!

I shaved myself in the shower having lathered up with lavender shower gel and shaved the sides of my crotch, the top so there would be no unsightly hairs poking out and also around and under my balls. This was, I can only describe bizarre. I didn’t develop hair on my body growing up until much later than most boy and looking at my hairless ball brought back some of the taunts I used to get at school as I was fairly sporty. I certainly felt that part of me was going particularly after wishing so hard for hair in the first place.

After the shedding of hair and nicking of sensitive places I then used Orange Blossom Bergamot body scrub and essential oils to finish the feminine effect.

‘Clittie’ or ‘useless dick’: Clittie
This was an easy choice in the end. Having completed Miss Blue’s Slumber Party training last year I remember blasting another slave for using clittie in their blog. I have never really thought of myself as a sissy in my slave persona and while I have never been macho man or a typical man I have always had a strong male identity, been driven and I am far too clumsy to be considered feminine.

If I had a choice I suspect that I would choose ‘useless dick’ as the humiliation side of my persona is strong, however as I feel a bit uncomfortable with thinking of myself as a sissy and without wishing to put words into anyone’s mouth, I suspect the word “clittie” would be more appropriate.

Training Panties
I am currently sporting a feminine pair of white patterned panties trimmed with bright shocking pink lace around the legs and the waistband. The pattern is little red and pink strawberries and has a small pink bow at the front.


In addition to these pink panties I also have Red and Pink polka dot panties on white with lacy pink trim and four pink bows with white dots at the top of the thigh part of the panties. My other training pair are white with three Blue and turquoise stars on the front left of the panties with a waistband with the word 'star' running around the band and a blue rope bow. There is also turquoise embroidery around the legs.

The cut of these panties makes me extremely aware of my ass when sitting down or walking which initially is giving me a feeling of shame and excitement particularly in any meeting I have with people during the day and of course makes me concentrate on the training and what is in store.

Thank you for letting me take part in the training.