I switched shifts with another baker last week so I could have a Friday night off and ♀ & I went to Exploratorium at the Libido Lounge. When we were at Deviant Dining a couple of weeks ago Jennifer told us they have about 30 different activities for Exploratorium. They had 7 set up the night we went. Before I tell you about the ones we tried,  I wanted to give you a sense of what was going on before we got there. One of the booths that was going to be there was a shaving booth. Nobody but me has ever shaved ♀ and she didn’t come right out and say she was going to let a strange man take a razor to her private bits, but she’d refused my recent offers to shave…so she was much bushier then usual on Friday night.

 

Another thing…there was supposed to be a kissing booth and ♀ didn’t come right out and say she might like to try making out with a woman, but she got a cold sore the weekend before and she spent a lot of time and energy getting rid of it before Friday night.

 

We went lingerie shopping…twice. We stopped at a love shop and she tried on a couple of sexy outfits. We didn’t end up buying one, but she seemed enthusiastic about what she might  like to wear (or have me wear) at future events.  Thursday evening we were both trying on different outfits and she seemed to really be looking forward to going. Then Friday after I’d done up her black sequined bra and found the matching panties and attached her stockings to her garter, she looked at herself in the mirror and said “I think I’m to fat to be wearing things like this”.

If I could have one wish it would be that she could see what I see when I look at her.

 

We were about half way to the Lounge on Friday when ♀ said, “I’m really not feeling very sexy.”  I tried my best to reassure her.

 I must admit that I was a little nervous as well. One of the reasons for joining the Lounge in the first place was so we could further explore my sissification, but still… new people, new surroundings…how much ’sissy’ do I show the first time? My legs and pits were shaved, my toe nails were a dark red and I wore a very pretty pair of panties. I also had a matching bra and inserts, but I never got a chance to put that on. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, it was just there were several opportunities to have my nipples abused and covering them up (even with a pretty bra) seemed like a waste.

 

 We pulled into the parking lot and ♀ said, “maybe I should just wait out here in the car.”  I offered to stay out in the car and eat Jennifer’s birthday cake with her.  That made her laugh and in we went.

 

Jennifer has a real knack for making people feel comfortable even when they’re outside of their comfort zone and ♀ seemed more relaxed almost instantly. Introductions were made and Jennifer just loved her cake…

 

(that’s supposed to be a strap-on)

 

As I mentioned earlier, there were 7 different activities to choose from. I started out with Jason and suspension-bondage. Did I like it? Well…the bondage part was fun and the things he did to me once I was strung up…skewers, straight razor, fish bonker, straps, nipple clamps…were great, but I didn’t really enjoy the ’suspension’ part. ♀ on the other hand had loads of fun telling him where all my most sensitive parts were.

 

After he lowered me down to the ground and untied me, I went looking for ♀ and found her up on a gyno table getting her pubes shaved. Considering her earlier apprehension that would have been surprising enough, but the big surprise for me was after her pussy was nice and smooth she didn’t bother putting her skirt or panties back on. She spent the rest of the evening with just garter, stockings and bra!

 

After she was done, I hopped up on the table and got shaved as well. It was sorta weird having a guy touch me like that and even ♀ has never shaved my balls bald, but I kinda like the smoothness. Also, we were able to fuck twice last weekend before either of us got stubbly and I liked that sensation…a lot.

 

While I was getting shaved ♀ had a massage by a very sexy woman wearing a great costume. I ♥ her boots.

 

The next thing I tried was Jennifer’s ‘Electricity play’. I liked some of it and some of it was almost to intense (the zap to the tip of my cock), but ♀ had way to much fun encouraging Jennifer and telling her where the zaps would have the greatest impact. The most entertaining part of that booth was the woman Jennifer did after me was laughing so hard Jennifer was worried she’d fall right off the chair and she had to get someone to stand behind her to brace her.

 

My favourite activity of the night was getting flogged.  ♀ has flogged me before, but this was different. He really built up the intensity and he alternated between the flogger and gentle stroking with his hand. It was really quite amazing.

 

There was one other bondage table set up, but being tied up once was enough for the night. I might try it another time. ♀ didn’t try that or the yoga mostly because she’s been having some shoulder problems lately and didn’t want to aggravate it. So between the two of us, we tried 5 of the 7 activities. We had a great time and met some interesting people.

 

Since we were half way to Vancouver anyway, we had thought about going to the Penthouse. We’ve never been there and Samantha Mack was going to be dancing, but decide to head towards home instead. I am really glad we did because we stopped at a pub for a late snack and a drink and we had the bestest most open conversation about being at the Lounge…what we liked and didn’t, what we might like to do next. ♀ was able to tell me about her concerns and I listened. I told her what I hoped for and she listened. I know, I know, that’s the sort of conversation you’d expect us to have before we joined something like that and believe me, we did. But this was different. I really felt like we were communicating on a different level.

 

I’d often felt like ♀ had agreed to join for my benefit only. She admitted that was a big part. She had the impression that I felt like I was missing out and this was a way to get it. She gave me several examples and I was able to see why she would think that. I explained that I truly wanted this to be for us. I want need her to choose the activities we try and any sexual contact with anyone needs to be entirely up to her. If she wants to have sex with someone else and doesn’t want me to that’s absolutely fine. If she doesn’t want either of us to have sex with anyone else, that too is fine.

 

Any and all of my orgasms have been subject to her approval for a long time and when we role play or trash talk, she gets to fuck anyone or any gender she wants. My involvement (if any) is entirely up to her. I think for the first time Friday night she believed me when I told her I want need to still be treated like a sissy even when (or if) we move from fantasy to reality.

 

There has been another early benefit to joining the Lounge. ♀ is pretty freakin’ amazing at trash talk and the people, activities and situations of the Lounge have given her even more filthy fodder to whisper in my ear.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

We went to Deviant Dining last week.  It was our first outing at the Libido lounge and it was just as Jennifer said it would be ‘low key and casual with sultry dinner conversations’. Even though Jennifer had a sore back (30 weeks pregnant) and a sore mouth (2 wisdom teeth removed) and ♀ & I were a little stressed, distracted and sleep deprived from our own drama’s,  it was still a really nice evening.

 

I don’t know if Jennifer and Jason (her man) thought up the idea of the Lounge on their own or they saw it somewhere else and decided to try it here, but what has really impressed me so far is I’ve never felt like we’re being sold something.  I know it’s a business, but I’ve never felt like she’s being friendly because she’s got this great time share opportunity for us. Do you know what I mean? ♀ & I have often talked about expanding our horizons, but neither of us really knows what that means. It might just be spending the occasional evening in a sexually charged environment or taking a few classes. It’s possible that it might lead to more adventurous activities, but even if it doesn’t I don’t think we’re going to be pressured…I have a good feeling about it.

 

Anyway, during dinner Jennifer & Jason were talking about how much fun it is to have really big boobs for a change.  Jennifer said to ♀, “yours must have been huge when you were pregnant.”  I think the question kind of caught her off guard. She said she was very young and they were already huge and she’s had a reduction since. What she didn’t say is that she was very disconnected from her body then and really has no idea how much bigger they got…sad.

 

Several days later I crawled into bed and snuggled up to ♀. She wasn’t ready to wake up and I was trying hard not to fidget. I’d been laying there for quite awhile just holding her…smelling her hair… listening to her sleep…feeling her against me. Then quite unexpectedly she rolled over to face me, lifted her breast up and placed her nipple in my mouth.  She held me and stroked my back while I suckled her breast and humped her leg. That probably sounds funny, but it was a loving gift and I was grateful.

 

I fell asleep and she got up to go to work. When I woke up later that afternoon I could remember the very last part of a dream. I was watching Jennifer breast-feeding a baby. She lifted the blanket up and there was ♀. 

“Damn”, she said, “I think I chipped a tooth on your nipple ring.”

 

Cheers,

sss

Yeah, I know it’s been quiet around here lately.  She-who-must-be-obeyed has been sending me love letters again.   I think she gets some sort of perverse pleasure from rattling my chain. When Mini turned 13 this past June, his mother emailed and told me he wanted to have more of a say in where he spent his time (translation: dad is going to get even less access).  Then she said that even though she was going to let Mini have a say, all access discussions needed to go through her (translation: she’s a control freak and will only agree to changes that see dad get less access). I wrote back and said if Mini is old enough to decided where he wants to spend his time, he’s bloody well old enough to email me or call me and say ‘Dad, I want to see you this day and that day’.  And, I told her unless he’s in the hospital or jail, please leave me the hell alone.

 

I saw him 3 afternoons between Fathers Day and Labour Day. Now that he’s back  in school he emails me on the weekends and tells me the 1 or 2 days a week he’d like me to pick him up after school. So my access is down to about 5 hours a week. Sad, yes, but expected. I think it’ll decrease to pretty much nothing fairly soon. Part of that is his age, part of it is his mother. I can’t do much to change it. Maybe he’ll want more of a relationship with me when he’s older…or not…who knows. 

 

The upside of this is it has cut down on the number of emails I get. But it hasn’t stopped them and they cause a huge amount of stress in our lives.  The emails I get now are all about wanting more money and ignoring them isn’t really an option…either is sending emails telling her what I really think. She’s a legal assistant and I’ve been bitch-slapped by her lawyer often enough that I know I don’t like it.

 

I have never missed a child support payment. The issues we’re having are all about the extraordinary expenses. The rules say these need to be ‘agreed upon’. This implies a consensus…a dialogue…an explanation of differing points of view in an attempt to find a mutually satisfactory resolution. This never happens. I get demands and it’s not for small amounts and there’s never any time to discuss things or budget for the additional costs.

 

Last week it was  private guitar lessons and Tae Kwon Do and his orthodontics need to be started right now!  I’ve known for a long time that he’s going to need braces, but had never been told the cost or how we were going to pay for it. My insurance won’t cover the cost and so far she hasn’t provided the orthodontist with her insurance information. It turns out she’s known the exact cost since April 1/09. I’ve paid for a class trip to Quebec and 2 summer camps since then!

 

So I sent her a long (hopefully well thought out) email outlining what my position is. I ended it by asking her, do you really want to keep doing this for the next 5yrs 8months? How much money per month do you think I should have to pay for you to sign a letter stating that unless Mini is in the hospital or jail you will leave me the hell alone?

 

Now we wait to see what she or her lawyer comes back with. Sigh.

 

When I started this blog I promised myself that I would keep things positive. She’d sucked up so much time and energy and money from us, I wanted this space (and our bedroom) to be she-who-must-be-obeyed free zones. I think for the most part I’ve been able to do that, but I really needed to vent tonight.

 

Your reward for putting up with my ranting is pictures of sexy foot ware.

 

 We saw a stripper wearing a pair of these a few weeks ago and yes, they were full of cash.

Cheers,

sss

Well to tell you the truth except for a bit of pubic hair, it’s completely nekkid. And it’s possible that we’ve posted this picture (or one very similar) before. I still often shave that pattern, but it’s been quite awhile since I let the patches get that long. The reason I wanted to post it this week is because I came across this:

 

 

Now, ♀ would never say her pussy smells like a baby or that it’s the complete summation of her life, but she does love her pussy (as do I) and the above quote just kinda made me happy.  As does her pussy.

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss