This is the corset ♀ wore to the wedding last week.

HHNT

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I wore a suit and a tie, silk ‘loony tune’ boxers and dress shoes and socks. Nothing girly except for my toe nails. ♀ wore a red corset (future HNT post) and a beautiful low cut red dress with sparklies. She looked amazing.

It was a traditional Italian Catholic wedding with all the standing and sitting and chanting and praying and, you know, all that religious stuff. But they did have a choir and that was very cool. I think music is the only really good thing to come from organized religion. Aretha Franklin’s first record was done with a southern baptist fall down on your knees and pray choir and wow, it still gives me chills when I hear it.

Anyway, there was two hours between the end of the service and the beginning of the reception so we decided to go see some pretty women take their clothes off. We were a little over dressed for a Saturday afternoon at a strip club, but what the hell. The corset and the dress ♀ was wearing showed a lot of cleavage and the black lights in the club really picked up the glitter on her dress and other places. She was certainly getting lots of attention.

We were really enjoying ourselves and it wasn’t until I ordered our third drink that she asked about the toast I was to give. I told ♀ that I was just going to wing it and she expressed some concerns about me having too much to drink and turning a ‘toast’ into a ‘roast’. She’d only met the bride a couple of times before and she reminded me again that there’s a special place in hell for making a bride cry on her wedding day.

At the reception I had a few more drinks and told the Bride her dress was on backwards (it opened at the back almost down to her ass), I tweaked the Grooms’ nipple, I blew kisses at the Best Man, I told the Maid of Honour that my wife think she’s hot, I told loud off-colour jokes, winked at various little old ladies, scared the children and was, for the most part annoying. I think lots of people were concerned about giving me a microphone. When I stood up to do my thing, I pulled a long piece of paper out of my pocket with writing on both sides and asked the assembled guests if they wanted it chronologically or alphabetically. The bride blanched, not easy for a woman of colour.

A wedding toast

I met T Aug 8/83 & according to Martha Stewart I am not allowed to tell you where we were, who else was there or what anyone was doing. In fact, according to Martha Stewart I’m just supposed to say “T is a wonderful girl, D is a lucky guy, here’s to the bride.” Well Martha Stewart is not here so you know that’s not going to happen.
I can tell you that T was young, attractive, funny, articulate and self confident. She had opinions that were all her own and wasn’t shy about telling them to you. She liked to watch people and figure out what was going on below the surface. She was also not above pushing a few buttons herself just to watch what would happen.
T was not like anybody I’d ever met and it didn’t take long for me to decide that this was the woman who would make my life complete and I set out to win her heart.
I found some old letters while I was preparing for today and T was not exactly discouraging me. In fact I’d say that for awhile at least I was in the running for the title of Mr. Right.
But alas, the day came when she told me that we could only ever be friends. Now this is where you would expect the story to end. T would feel guilty about my bruised delicate male ego and we didn’t live in the same town so it would be easy to avoid each other.
But something unexpected happened; the most amazing friendship not only grew, but flourished. There are not many things that were true when I was 19 that are still true today, but my friendship with T is one of them. When I decided that T was the woman who would make my life complete, I realize today how incomplete it would be without her in it and when I set out to win her heart I ended up giving her a special place in mine.
Life’s journey has many unexpected twists and turns and as it turns out I now have a wonderful Mrs. Right of my own and we have two fantastic sons and with T I have the friendship of a lifetime. I can honestly say that I would not change any of it for anything.
What a cool thing it is that D and I can both look at this beautiful woman here today and both say with all our heart that we are the luckiest guys in the world.
Please join me in a toast to my very special friend…To The Bride.

I got a standing ovation and yep, the bride was in tears. Like I said, I’ve got a knack.

Cheers,

sss

I had my very first pedicure quite by accident about a year ago. ♀ was having one and when she couldn’t decide between the red and the purple, she decided I should get the purple so she could enjoy both colours. Two tiny asian women spent an hour or so doing amazing things to my feet while the chair gave me a damn fine massage. I was hooked. I LOVE pedicures.

I remember there was a woman sitting next to me and her treatment was just getting started and she had just happened to pick out the same shade of purple that I had on. The pedicurist pointed it out to her and this woman said eww I don’t want the same colour he’s wearing. I felt kind of bad, but when my nails were drying a different woman said she thought that it was a very nice colour.

I file and massage ♀ feet almost every night and we paint each others toe nails all the time, but it’s sure a treat getting the full meal deal. We’re going to a wedding next weekend and ♀ is planning on wearing open-toed shoes so we decided to go get pampered. The woman that did mine said I have very nice toe nails and she liked my smooth legs.

When I told Mini (the 10 yr old) that we were going for pedicures he said I should get them painted red with yellow flames. We picked Junior (the 18 yr old) up after we were done and I asked him if it looked like flames. He looked at my nails, shaved legs and girly shorts and said “yeah, flaming is a good description.”.

I told ♀ I was thinking of wearing a dress to the wedding and she thought it would be bad form to be prettier then the bride. I don’t think there’s any chance of that, but maybe she has a point. That might not be the best time and place to announce that I’m a cross-dressing sissy. Besides I’m toasting the bride. If I wear a dress, it might be a bit ummm distracting.

HHNT.

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ps: does anybody besides ♀ call them ‘piggies’?

This weekend is our third wedding anniversary. To commemorate the occasion, I thought I’d post our vows.

♀ I love you. Not just for who you are, but for who I am when I’m with you; a better friend, a better lover, a better dad, a better writer, maybe even a better baker, but definitely a better person.

I love you not just for what you’ve done with your life, but also for what you’re doing to mine. You’ve taught me so much and brought me so much joy and beauty. I promise to do my best for you.

I love you for making me good and happy and whole. Because that is what you do. Without a word, without a gesture, without a doubt. Just by being yourself. Such a simple thing, but no one else in the world could do it. Only you.

You saw into my heart when no one else could and you believed in me. I promise to spend the rest of my life living up to the faith you have in me.

All I have is yours. I’ll love you always.

and hers;

As you know you are my very best friend. With you I feel I have found something I never thought possible. Knowing the other persons needs and wants or just what makes them click has helped us through a lot in the past year creating a very strong bond that I believe can stand up to any challenge. Our love shines so bright everyone around us feels it.

The groom is expected to make a little speech. Here’s what I had to say:

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for being here and sharing this wonderful day with us. You were invited not out of obligation, but because each of you has touched our life in some special way. You are the friends and family that have seen how happy we are together and have shown us that you believe in this union.

Shortly after we started dating, ♀ told me that kids can make or break a relationship and that has been so true. I doubt that we would still be together if either of our boys had decided that it just wasn’t going to happen. So I want to thank Junior for letting me move into his house, for letting me be a part of his life, for sharing his Mom and for not trying to smother me with a pillow. (at this point the best man leaned over and said Junior didn’t realize it was an option)

I think Mini has faced the biggest challenge in our family. For the first five years of his life he enjoyed one on one contact with the adults in his life. Not only did he need to learn to share my attentions, he also needed to find his place in a whole new family. He brings light and laughter into our home and he is my hero.

My Uncle has changed my diapers, caught me smoking his cigars, gave me my first beer and I stole my first dirty magazine from under his bed. He gave up a trip to Cuba to be here. He has been a life-long friend and confidant and really, has always been my best man.

I didn’t need a psychic to tell me M was the best choice for Maid of Honour. She has been incredibly supportive and has encouraged ♀ in so many ways. She has also given me the best glimpse of the history of ♀ and knowing who she was has helped me to understand who she is.

This is my first wedding, but in many ways it’s my second marriage. For ♀, it’s her second wedding, but in many ways it’s her first marriage. I have some thoughts on doing this a second time. We’re older and wiser the second time around. We know what we want in our lives and what we don’t. We know what type of body will turn our crank. We know the personality we’re compatible with. We know what music, books and movies our new partner should like. We can look back on past mistakes and see how we want the rest of our lives to unfold and how our new partner will fit into this new and improved master plan.

What a load of crap that turned out to be! We met online two and a half years ago and I know that we couldn’t have met any other way. We weren’t who either of us had thought we were looking for, but there did seem to be a connection between us. When we spoke on the phone for the first time and I heard ♀ laugh, it reminded me of my Granny’s laugh. It was a hearty, unabashed body-shaking laugh and I knew that I wanted to meet her in person. Since then we have discovered as much about ourselves as we have about each other and somehow I have become younger, healthier and maybe even wiser.

One year after we met, ♀ proposed to me on her knee with my Dad’s wedding ring in the Copper Room at the Harrison Hot Springs Hotel with the Jones Boys playing an accompaniment and a hundred strangers looking on and I had no doubt that this was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

♀ is very organized and we bought her wedding dress and rings last summer. She had already lost quite a bit of weight before she met me, but decided she still wanted to lose some more. She’s lost another 45 lbs since September. I thought she was beautiful before, but to see her today in this dress with the love light in her eyes I’m filled with admiration and a love deeper then I ever thought possible. Thank you ♀ for making me so happy.

So on behalf of ♀, Junior, Mini and myself; may all your days here after be filled with fond memories, happiness, and laughter.

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I have been told on more then one occasion that there is a special place in hell for making a bride cry on her wedding day. I have a knack. I made ♀ cry on our special day, but it was all good I think. About a year before the wedding, ♀ found an engagement and wedding band set at an estate sale. She really liked the rings, so I bought them. About six months later we found a wedding ring for me at a jewelry store closing out sale. It was similar to hers, but mine was higher quality and a nicer design. Unbeknownst to her, I had a ring custom made for her that matched mine and she was moved to tears when I placed the surprise ring on her finger.

Cheers,

sss

So I received this note from my former lawyer. It won’t mean much to you, but you have no idea how much it means to me to finally have someone believe me. It doesn’t change the outcome of the trial and I can’t use any of the information generated from the Law Society in court, but I’m feeling a huge sense of relief today.

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Hey

I was just looking on the Law Society website for a work related reason and was very pleased to see that D**** H**** citation has been posted.  You should have a look at it, as there is another matter besides yours he has been cited for.  I think you already know where to look – it’s under the Regulations – Hearings section.  If you can’t find it, let me know and I will give you better directions on how to find it.

Now, this means that the hearing will take place in the fall and it may take several months after that for a decision, and then more time for penalty, if they make a finding of misconduct or whatever on the citation.  The process may be shortened if he makes admission of certain facts.

Hope that helps brighten your day!

So, apparently many women really like the sight of a hard cock encased in pretty pantyhose. Who am I to argue?

There’s a little story that goes along with this pic. A couple of days after I posted last week’s HNT, ♀ & I decided we should post a follow up pic of a very hard penis inside those same very sexy pantyhose. It’s been a busy week for both of us and somehow we just didn’t find the time to do it. Last night we had less then an hour before I had to leave for work, she was tired and desperately needed to get to sleep so I wasn’t going to mention taking the picture. We had just finished our shower when she remembered. I told her not to worry about it, we could always do it the following week.

“I’m to tired to argue with you. Just put on the damn pantyhose. Then I want you to brush and braid my hair.”

She sat naked in front of me on the bed stroking my legs while I did her hair. When I was done, I was a little excited, but not hard enough for picture taking. She knelt in front of me and started licking my cock through the pantyhose. Fuck, I love the look and feel of her hot wet tongue on my cock through nylons. I lifted my legs up and she sucked on my balls and poked at my ass and it didn’t take long for me to be ready for some picture taking.

When she had the shot she wanted, she told me that she was to tired for lovin’, but she really needed her feet done. So I tried to ignore my raging hard-on and started pampering her feet. I sat in between her out stretched legs while I filed then massaged lotion into her aching piggies. My back was to her while I did her feet. Sometimes she masturbates, or reads when I do them but last night I assumed she was falling asleep. When I finished, she was still awake and I was still excited, but I could see that she really was to tired to do much. I started to take the pantyhose off, but she stopped me.

“Leave them on and come lay down beside me Baby.”

I put my head in the crook of her arm and she gently held her breast up to my mouth. I eagerly suckled on her nipple and started rubbing my nylon clad cock in between the bed and her naked thigh. She stroked my head with her hand and my legs and ass with her foot.

“You look so pretty in those pantyhose Baby, do they feel nice? Were you thinking of all the people that are going to be looking at you tomorrow? All the sissies wishing they had pretty pantyhose like you and imaging what they must feel like. All the women imagining what it must be like to lick your big thick cock through such pretty nylons. It makes you excited knowing so many people are looking at you when you’re pretty doesn’t it? That’s why you’ve started telling people that you’re a sissy isn’t it Baby? You want everyone to see you dressed up. What else would you like people to see you in Baby? I think we should get you some frilly pink panties with ruffles and you can wear them under your little black dress. Every time you bend over people will be able to see how much of a sissy you really are. You’d look so pretty in panties like that Baby. Your cock would be hard all the time. I’d want to watch you come in them Baby. That would make them all yours. Just like these pretty pantyhose. Yes Baby, I’m giving them to you.. They’re my gift to you for being such a good sissy. Fill them up Baby. I want to see your hot cum in them and then they’re all yours.

Oh yes, that’s it Baby. You’re my special little sissy.

HHNT

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yeah I know this is day or 2 late & a dollar short, but what the hell…

Cheers,

sss

So I am green with envy. My parents went to Italy and brought ♀ a pair of real Italian stockings. I am so jealous. I’m almost tempted to tell my mother about my cross-dressing.

Anyway, these stockings are hipsters so they won’t get caught on her belly button ring.

♀ gave me permission to try them on.

HHNT

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Until recently, nobody that knows me knew about this blog or about my cross-dressing (amazing when you consider I’ve been doing it at some level since childhood) or about me being a sissy. ♀ often tells people that I’m her bitch and of course they think she’s just kidding.

About a month ago, a guy that I met through a writing group a few years ago stumbled across this blog quite by accident. He googled the title of something I’d written a long time ago and he found it here. Surprise! His new wife is days (hours?) away from delivering a baby so my little kink is probably the last thing on his mind. He did leave a comment recently so I don’t think he’ll judge me to harshly.

I have an on-line friend I met after she commented on something I had published in on at Clean Sheets three or four years ago. We’ve been exchanging emails ever since and recently she asked why I wasn’t writing anymore. So I decided to send her the link here. I figured the worst that could happen was she’d ask me not to email her anymore. I’d have been disappointed, but fortunately her response has been very positive.

Even before I started writing this blog, I’ve had a very strong desire to tell people (mostly women) that I’m a cross-dressing sissy. I can’t really explain why that is because it’s not like I want to tell everyone. Maybe it’s the same process that a gay person goes through when they come out.

Anyway, we’ve been talking about telling someone for quite awhile. A good friend and co-worker of ♀ has been at the top of the list, but we hesitated. Did ♀ really want a co-worker to know such intimate details about our life? We wouldn’t have to mention the blog, but it would probably come up eventually. There were lots of pros and cons.

The three of us went out for dinner at a local pub last week and I ended up telling JA all about us. It went OK. Several things she’d always wondered about fell into place, “Wow, you really are her bitch.” She asked reasonable questions and didn’t seem to be too disturbed by the whole thing. She thinks we should go latex shopping and have a girly night together…make-up, clothes, martinis, chick flicks, hot lesbo 3way…Well maybe not the last one, but you get the idea. ♀ & I talked about how things had gone later on when we were alone. She thought I mentioned some things that should have stayed private and she didn’t think I needed to show JA my sports bra in a crowded bar, but over all she seemed to think it went fine. She said she thought it will be good to have a friend to talk with openly when things come up.

I’m thinking now that it wasn’t so fine. I don’t know for certain that this has anything to do with our dinner with JA, but lately ♀ has not been herself. I know we all go through phases, but I think this is more then that. She’s been feeling decidedly un-sexy lately and has resisted any attempts to help change that. It sometimes feels like if I do things to make myself feel sexy, it makes it difficult for her to feel sexy. She seems to think that she’s holding me back from exploring more of my feminine side, that she’s letting me down by not being more dominate, that I deserve to have my bum played with more, that I do to much for her and she doesn’t do enough for me.

It’s been a challenging week. I tried explaining that the pace we have been exploring my feminine side has been just fine. I have no burning desire to pass as a woman. Yes, I’d like her to be more dominate, and yes, I have a horny bum, but I know these things don’t happen overnight. I still believe that as her confidence increases we will be able to find a happy balance for both of us.

I don’t know why it’s so hard for her to understand that I just want to serve (and service) her. That she deserves to be treated like a Goddess, a Princess, the Queen Bee. Nothing would give me more pleasure then for her to look in the mirror and see a beautiful, sexy, confidant, empowered woman.

Cheers,

sss

So this week seemed to slip away on me. Here’s an old post about these very jeans.

HHNT

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ps: a little humour I found…

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of
the tree. Most men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground. They aren’t as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Now Men…. Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.