We went out for dinner on Saturday. I had a beer before we left, a couple more with dinner and a liquor with dessert. Then we went to a stripper bar and I had several more beers. I wasn’t sloppy drunk, but I was definitely impaired. We were sitting right at the stage and shortly after we sat down, ♀ pointed out a woman sitting by herself on the other side of the stage. It’s not unusual to see women at strip bars, but it’s a little odd to see a woman there by herself. A while later a guy brought her a glass of wine and sat down with her. They were obviously together, but they didn’t really seem like a couple. He kept leaving and coming back and they didn’t seem to interact with each other very much.

 

Just after the first show ended they moved over to where we were sitting and asked if they could sit beside us. She said they didn’t want to sit with all the kids on the other side. I said sure and she sat down next to me. Her friend was on her other side, but he kept leaving and coming back. On one of his stops, they both introduced themselves to us, Rob & Lisa.

 

♀ noticed right away, but in my befuddled condition it took me awhile to notice; Lisa was hitting on me. I did try to ignore her, but she became more and more obvious. She started putting her glass of wine right in front of me, she started touching my sleeve, then hand and then leg. At one point ♀ said loud enough for Lisa to hear, “Is she going to sit on your lap next.”

 

Now, I’m not a guy who has been hit on (by women) very often and I’ll admit it was flattering, but here is the behaving badly part…I asked ♀ not once, but twice if she wanted to invite this couple to play.  As we were leaving Lisa motioned for me to come back. I did. Lisa took my hand and placed it on her breast. I squeezed then kissed her on the cheek. ♀ asked me what Lisa had said and I told her she just said good night. I didn’t admit until later that I’d copped a feel and kissed her cheek. In fact hours later I was still denying that I had done anything wrong.

 

Of course the next moring I could see all sorts of wrong with how I’d behaved…copping a feel, kissing Lisa and not admitting it right away, asking ♀ twice if we could play with a couple we met at a strip bar when at least two of the participants were impaired (Lisa’s eyes were pretty glass), where would we have gone? Where would we have found condoms at that hour?

 

♀ knows that my bad judgement was fueled by alcohol and she’ll forgive me for the incident, but there is a bigger issue. Something like this just adds credence to her suspicion that she is unable to give me all that I need.  I tell her for the umpteenth time that including others might be fun under the right circumstances, but I’m not interested in anything that doesn’t include her. But it’s hard for her not to think actions…even drunken actions…speak louder then words.

 

Later that night while we’re in the bath together, she suggests and I agree that the subject of playing with other people will only be discussed in the controlled, alcohol-free and relatively safe environment of the Libido Lounge.  I tell her that even at the Lounge the who what when where how and why needs to be entirely up to her. She says sure, but I can tell she has her doubts that I’ll be able to live up to that promise.

I’m a schmuck and should be punished,

sss

You probably noticed that the first picture in my last post was from Annie Sprinkle’s A Public Cervix Announcement. That reminded me of my own Annie Sprinkle story.

 

Back in the early ’90’s CBC Radio still had super cool shows on at night. Shows with real live hosts who played an astonishing array of music and they also had interesting guests. Brent Banbury was the host of Brave New Waves (1992?) and one night while we were toiling away, Brent interviewed Annie Sprinkle.  She was promoting her newest video How to be a Sex Goddess in 101 easy steps. It doesn’t seem possible now, but I don’t think I had even heard of her before then. The interview was hilarious. I could just tell she was having so much fun and really loved what she was doing. In the movie, Annie has a 5-minute orgasm and near the end of the interview they played that section in it’s entirety…like I said, this was when CBC Radio was still cool. After her mammoth big O Annie offered to teach Brent how to have one as well. Funny stuff.

 

They must have given the toll-free number to call and I jotted it down.  I order the tape and six weeks later my parcel arrived, I tore it open and inside was an empty box cover. The tape had been confiscated at the border for being obscene. I was pissed. She was interviewed on CBC, why the hell would it be considered obscene?  On the back of the box cover there was a P.O. box number. So I wrote a letter and explained the situation. It wasn’t their fault that I didn’t get it and I was willing to pay a second time and was there a way to get a tape sent to me from Canada?

 

A few weeks later I got home from work and there was a message on my answering machine, “Hi, this is Annie Sprinkle. I heard you had some trouble getting your video tape. Give me a call.”  So of course I did and Annie Sprinkle herself answered the phone. I’m not entirely certain, but I like to believe it was her home phone number. Just from the way she answered the phone and her tone. We talked about hearing her interview while working at the bakery. She joked about more then bread rising that night. She gave me a number of someone I could call in Montreal to order the tape and she wasn’t going to charge me for it. Then she had to go because she was on her way to go skiing in the Hamptons.

 

So that’s my little brush with fame…Annie Sprinkle called to give me her home phone number.

 

Cheers,

sss

♀  is joining  a massive study aimed at determining if a test for the human papilloma virus (HPV) can replace the Pap test as an effective tool for cervical cancer screening. Click here for more info.

 

She’s done all the paper work and her first physical since joining the study is next week. I offered to shave her yesterday and she said she wanted to wait until after her doctors appointment.

 

She hasn’t been shaved since Exploratorium so she’s kinda bushy. Not that there’s anything wrong with that (some of my best friends have pubic hair). It’s just that she’s usually shaved or at the very least, neatly trimmed and it just struck me as odd that she wanted to be au naturale for her doctors appointment.

 

It’s 4:45 in the A of M as I’m writing this so I can’t go and ask her, but I think being bushy for her physical might be standard proceedure for ♀. If this is true, the really suprising thing is it took me eight years to notice.  This sissy usually knows within a day when her period is going to start…so to miss something so obvious is, well… I should hang my head in shame.

 

So, I have a question…if you are the proud owner of a vulva, do you put much thought into how it looks before you go for your physical?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Oh before I forget, our friend Jennifer, is working on a Sexual Prowess Project and she’s looking for participants. Check it out!

 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

 

We’d only been on the beach at Nuevo Vallarta for about 10 minutes when an old woman asked ♀ if she wanted her hair braided. It seemed like a great idea at the time. She’d always wanted to have it done and she wouldn’t need to worry about the salt water of the ocean or the chlorinated water of the pools (aren’t swim-up bars the greatest?) or the hard water of the hotel shower. So 30 minutes later she had this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What we hadn’t considered was what her hair would be like after 5 days of salt water, chlorinated water, hard water and sunshine. The sunshine, that’s what turned out to be the really big ooops. Have you ever had a sun-burnt scalp? Can you imagine how much a sunburned scalp would hurt while trying to remove those tight little braids? It took us 2 hours and you can’t see the angry red lines all over her head, but this is what her hair looked like when we were done:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

 

ps: Happy Thanksgiving, American cousins!

Do you remember the story I wrote Kiss Me? Well Miss Teresa of  Strapped in Silk has recorded it.  This is a first for me and in a way it’s even more exciting then the first time I had something published.  Kiss Me is written from the point of view of a dominate female…the polar opposite of who I am so to actually hear my words is super duper cool.

 

I know, I know, I’m married to a dominate female and she’s really very good at trash talk, but I wrote Kiss Me…those are my words and to hear them read so sensuously is a great big thrill.

 

♥♥♥ Thank you Miss Teresa ♥♥♥

We just got back from a week in Mexico. Some of it was great and some of  it not so much. I promise to give you all the gory details in future posts, but tonight I want to thank three loveRly ladies for thinking of us.

 

There’s probably not much I can say about AAG  that I and many others haven’t said already. Seriously, she’s all that and more.

She was my introduction to sex blogging and I’d been reading her for  months before I even thought about starting a blog of my own. I’d made several ‘annonymous’ comments on various posts, but one night the comment I wanted to leave needed an identity and Sweat Shop Sissy just kind of popped into my head. As soon as it did, I knew that was the name.  And now that you know where SSS first appeared,  you will sleep better tonight, right?

Anyway she Fleshbotted us again and no, even after 9 times it never gets old and yes, ♀ still does the happy dance when  it happens.

 

The Poetry Archive is one of my guilty pleasures. There’s just something special about listening to a poet read his or her own poems. Miss Teresa of Strapped in Silk brings that same kind of special quality to the stories she reads. She’s a natural story teller with a sultry voice and a wicked laugh and she has the ability to lure you in to her stories. She’s even able to do that to stories and fantasies that other people have sent to her…I’d love to hear her do Kiss Me.  You listen and you’re pulled in.

Miss Teresa recently sent us her latest story Screwed.  If you’ve never listened to her before, her style is to speak directly to you. In this case you are a very naughty repair man and Miss Teresa catches you rummaging through her lingerie. During the course of your punishment she invites her girl friend over. It turns out you and this fried of Miss Teresa’s have a history and you are indeed a very bad man.  Your punishment escalates. It’s video taped, sent to your employer and the rest of the WWW  for the ultimate humiliation.

♀ & I listened to it together and both really enjoyed it. ♀ loved her wicked laugh and sound effects that we haven’t heard in other stories. I, of course, could totally picture myself as the naughty repair man. But I must admit, my love of the Goddess would stop me from ever being as bad as this man was.   Miss Teresa is definitely targeting the submissive male and I know that makes me bias, but I think anyone who enjoys listening to a sexy story teller will enjoy her work.

 

And Finally, Rori from Between My Sheets has published the Top 100 Sex Bloggers list for 2009. She had some help this year, but it’s still a huge amount of work. 

We were thrilled to see we made the list for the second year in a row.

We’d like to thank Rori for putting this list together and all who voted and all who continue to visit us here at our little home on the net!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

There are times when ♀ needs a real man. No, that’s not right.  In her eyes, I’m a real man who just happens to be a sissy.  So the right thing to say would be; there are times when ♀ needs to be submissive. I know it’s not really a switch when she tells me to take charge, but the few times we’ve done it have led to some pretty explosive sex.

 

Halloween and ♀ was into day 4 of a nasty head cold so parties or night clubs weren’t on the agenda. Truth be told, even though it fell on a night I had off and could have gone out all dolled up…I wasn’t really in the mood either. We went for a short beach walk, stopped for sushi and after that she was pretty much done in. We went home and I made her another pot of strong ginger tea with honey and lemon. She popped a couple more decongestants and we cuddled up together in front of the fire place. The football game I wanted to watch was blacked out so I had that game on the radio and had a hockey game on TV with the sound off. Nothing very sexy was going on. In fact, other then the fireworks in the park across the street and the occasional siren, it was a pretty quiet night.

 

At some point I noticed that she was touching herself and asked if I could help. She said no. I went on the computer, checked our email and our blog, clicked on a few random links found some sexy lingerie, read her a few tweets. She kept touching herself. I asked if I could taste. She said no. She said she wasn’t really playing, she was just touching. Sometimes you like to just touch your penis without getting excited, she said, sometimes I just like to touch my pussy. You could get me some more tea and my feet need filing.

 

I was almost done her feet and her eyes were closed. I thought she was almost asleep and was about to suggest that I tuck her into bed when she said, “I want you to go get the flogger.” I was in the bedroom getting it when she called out, “You should be naked when you get back.”  I returned to the couch, turned my back to her and reached behind me to give her the flogger. She didn’t take it. I waited. Nothing. Finally, I turned around to face her. She was still touching her pussy with one hand and pulling a nipple with the other. She looked me straight in the eye and said in a dead calm voice, “I want you to use it on me.”

“Where?”

“I’m not sure.”

 

I slowly dragged the soft leather falls across her nipples and all around her breasts. Then they trailed down her tummy and over her hand, still touching (now playing?) with her pussy. The tips of the falls were barely touching her as I traced circles around her sex. With a flick of the wrist I snapped it and it cracked on her inner thigh. She flinched, but not much. I did the inside of the other thigh. Harder this time..

 

I wanted to make this work for her, but I’m a sissy and really had no idea how to proceed. She knows me so well, “The man who flogged you at Exploratorium. He flogged a woman before he did you. Did you watch any of that?”

“Some.”

“He touched her differently then he touched you. It was more…intimate. I want you to touch me like that.”

 

I took her hand and led her to our room and bent her over the bed. I trailed the ends of the falls across her shoulders, then smacked them several times. It’s harder then it looks.   Using a riding crop or belt or wooden spoon or hair brush (all things that ♀ has used on me) are all just extensions of your hand, but getting that flogger to do what you want, where you want and with the intensity that you want…that takes practice. I’d never used it before…had never even thought about using it before, but she needed me to make it happen for her, so I tried my best.

 

I’d tease a certain area (shoulders, back, ass, hips thighs) with just the tips of the falls, then flog that area. I’d try to build the intensity until she was rosy red. Then I’d gently stroke her, feeling the heat, loving how she was moaning. I’d rub against her, reach around and pinch her nipples, my cock pushing into the crack of her ass.  Even though she gave it to me, having that control and power was a huge turn on.

 

She begged me to fuck her. She said I could have any hole I wanted. She bent right over the bed with her legs spread as far as she could get them, exposing herself to me.  Her tight little asshole and glistening wet cunt, mine for the taking. She pleaded for my cock, “Please I need to feel your cock inside of me. Please fuck me now!” I chose her cunt and entered her in one hard thrust.

 

“”Oh, fuck yes”, she gasped, “I need you to fuck me harder then I’ve ever been fucked before.”

 

I dug my fingers into her fleshy hips and did as she asked. I fucked her for all I was worth. I truly don’t think I have ever penetrated anyone before with such intensity. When I felt like I was getting close I let go of her hips and with one hand I grabbed a fist full of her beautiful long hair and with the other hand I started spanking her lush ass. Hard.  By the time I was spent, my hand was stinging, her ass was fire engine red and she was screaming.

 

“I need to come! Please make me come!”  I guided her onto the bed and told her to lay on her back. I took her favourite glass dildo and plunged it into her pussy. I continued to fuck her with the same gusto I had used earlier. She was so wet, I was able to slide two fingers into her ass. Her fingers were a blur on her clitty. It didn’t take long for her to come and when she did, Holy Mother of God. It was huge. And long. And wow, I can count on one hand the number of times in the past eight years when an orgasm was so big her whole body shakes after. It was really intense.

 

I held her and we talked about the whole experience and what the source of such an explosive orgasm might have been. Because of her cold, it had been 4 or 5 days since her last big O, maybe it was the cold medication or the ginger tea or maybe the flogging. Whatever the cause, we were both pretty pleased with ourselves.

 

We went back into the living room and I made popcorn and some more ginger tea. We cuddled on the couch and watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  By the time it ended, she was fading fast and I really just intended on laying with her until she fell asleep. But Mr. Happy had other ideas. Not that that usually matters much. All that matters is her drive.

 

“I think my brain is still horny, but my body might be to tired.”She said. “I want you to taste me, but if I don’t get excited, you’re not allowed to get pissy. Understood?”

 

It’s a funny thing, but I’ve been licking her pussy for eight years and  I swear the spot she likes to have licked, moves. This particular night, I was missing it and she started to get annoyed with me. Eventually, she told me to push my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could get it. She asked how I liked eating her freshly fucked cunt. She told me how good it felt to finally be fucked by a real man. Then quite by accident she moved and the underside of her clit rubbed across the bridge of my nose.

“Ooooh”, she said. “That felt nice.” For the next little while, I stayed like that…tongue flicking around inside of her licking up her juices and the juices of her real man while she rubbed herself back and forth across the bridge of my nose. She tastes different when she gets excited and about the time when it changed, she pulled my head up and told me to suck on her clit.

 

“Harder…Suck it in between your teeth…scrape your teeth against it…bite it…that’s it…finger fuck me…two fingers…I want you to be rough with my clitty…hold it in your teeth…more…more…bite it…again…oh fuck yes!…again….that’s it…bite it hard…OH FUCK ME! YES!”

 

“May I please come inside of you now?”

 

“If you’re quick. I’m very tired.”

 

She was sloppy wet and I entered her easily. “Is it in yet? I’ve been so well and truly fucked tonight I can’t even feel that little pencil dick of yours.” I moved my legs to the outside of her thighs and squeezed her tight. “Even with my legs squeezed together, I can barely feel you. It’s a good thing you have nice titties, because that little prick of yours is pretty much useless.” She pinched my nipples hard. “Did you like watching real men fuck me tonight, Princess? You love getting sloppy seconds, don’t you Baby? You better hurry up and finish before I fall asleep.”

 

I finished quickly and minutes later she was snoring. I held her for a while, listening to her breathing and wondering if the nights activities was going to get me kicked out of the United Brotherhood of Cross-Dressers Panty-Boys Sissies and Submissives.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss