Used book stores and lingerie stores are, without a doubt, my two biggest shopping weaknesses. I love shoe stores as well, but I’m usually able to resist the temptation to buy. Used books and lingerie seem like an odd combination…what can I say, I’m an odd guy. To be honest though, for a long time now, our lingerie shopping has just been for ♀. That’s perfectly fine. I love shopping for lingerie, even if it’s helping ♀ find pretty things. We still get panties for me, of course, but since I wear them every day I don’t really think of them as lingerie anymore.

 

We were in the mall last week and noticed the La Senza store was having a big renovation sale. We ended up leaving with 2 bra’s and 4 pair of panties for ♀, 2 baby-dolls with matching panties for me  and 3 pair of leggings (1 of them was leopard print) for us to share.

 

I hadn’t planned on getting anything for myself, but ♀ brought up a very good point. It’s hard to feel sexy if your clothes don’t fit. Maybe all women know this, but I don’t think most guys do. I’ve always been thin, but over the past 5 years I’ve put on a 20lb Buddha belly and so most of the ‘girly’ clothes we bought when we first started down this path are now to small.  She held the large up to me and thought they would probably fit. I still wasn’t sure. She pointed out the price (2/$25 ) and I really didn’t have a good argument for not getting them.

 

So Saturday night we went out for an early dinner and when we got home ♀ asked me to model 1 of my new outfits. She even got me to put my inserts in. And guess what? It fit and I felt pretty.

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

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We almost didn’t go to Jennifer’s G-spot class a couple of weeks ago.  The one negative with not needing to be on the pill is menstrual cycles aren’t quite as predictable and we weren’t sure if  ♀ would be done her period. Jennifer emailed back and said ‘Everyone is on their own massage table.  You are not even that close to one another.  There are gloves provided if need be.  Bring a dark towel for ♀ to lay upon.  Periods are not an issue at all, and I would not give it a second thought  ….  show up, you’ll both take so much form the class.’

Jennifer really is an amazing woman. It was her first day away from the Pickle and even though her breasts were over-flowing and she was worried about a nasty medical procedure scheduled for the next day, she was able to switch on ‘instructor’ and give the three attending couples her undivided attention. The first part of the class was an anatomy lesson with some Q&A. One of the things I learned, but wasn’t all that surprised about was that the G-spot isn’t always in the same ‘spot’.  All of ♀ sweet-spots tend to move around a bit. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she moved them herself  just to keep me on my toes.

 

Next came the hands on part of the class. I was concerned that the combination of not being quite done her period and a new setting and other people around that ♀ wouldn’t be able to focus, but she was great. Jennifer would give instructions on different ways to touch the G-spot to provide different sensations. Several times ♀ said, ‘wow, I’ve never felt that before.’

 

Somehow, ♀ got it stuck in her head that she shouldn’t come until Jennifer said so. Jennifer was still giving suggestions and I could tell ♀ was getting really close. I kept telling her to just let it go, but she seemed to think that it would be rude if she came before Jennifer finished teaching. Truly, there is no way to reason with someone on the brink of a big O.  She did end up having her orgasm, but she somehow managed to do it silently. Believe me when I say ♀ doesn’t do many things quietly and big O’s…ummm no. Maybe it was just the setting because I didn’t hear either of the other women having theirs either.

 

So the following weekend was supposed to be Cock-Sucking class, but Jennifer was having some medical issues and she needed to cancel it. ♀ was out with our friend Christina and was telling her about the class we took and the one that was canceled. She was surprised that we were taking classes like that.

“Doesn’t sss know where your G-spot is? Don’t you know how to suck cock?” She asked.

 

♀ told her yes and yes, but you can always learn something new. 

That night when we were making love, ♀ told me that if we had taken the cock sucking class she would have expected me to do most of the learning so when she cuckolds me,  I’ll be able to ‘fluff the bulls’.

 

I’m not entirely sure if she was kidding.

 

Cheers,

 

♀ & sss

It’s not that ♀ doesn’t like to use the flogger or the riding-crop or a hair-brush or a wooden-spoon on me…she does use all of them. It’s just that she can’t be as spontaneous with them as she can with other methods of punishment. She’s a big fan of the surprise attack. She likes the sound it makes in the shower when she slaps my ass hard. She’s also quite fond of slapping me across the face during sex. My nipples and inner-thighs are her favourite targets for pinching, especially out in public  However, I think she enjoys biting me most of all and anywhere on my person is fair game.

 

 

I had the idea that I could do Tumblr-esque posts here on SSS. ♀ likes the Tumblr sites well enough, it’s just that she thinks those sorts of posts don’t fit in well with our blog and if I want to do that sort of thing, I should start a Tumblr site. She’s probably right, but that just seems like a lot of work. The compromise is, that I only do a post like this occasionally.

Wow, I’m a fully licensed sissy. How cool is that?

There was some debate as to what my nick name should be. ♀ calls me ‘Princess’, but there are probably lots of other sissies called that. ‘Dough Surgeon’  is more an occupation than a nick name, but I bet I’m the only certified sissy with that on his license.

 

Would you or someone near and dear to you like to be certified? Contact Miss Teresa  and she’ll be glad to set you up!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Miss Teresa of Strapped in Silk has an advice section on her web site called Ask Teresa.  Recently, a sad and lonely cross-dresser wrote to her: E : I give up Teresa. I’ve been through several relationships, and 2 marriages, and no longer think I can find a woman to accept me for who I am. I’m a cross dresser and I can’t deny it. Its part of who I am. I am resigned to living alone for the rest of my life. What can I do?

Miss Teresa wrote a thoughtful and encouraging response and used ♀ as living proof that such women really do exist. ♀ & I were both flattered to know that Teresa thinks so highly of us. I was even tempted to forward it to my mother (son, if nothing else you can always be a bad example), but thought better of it. ♀ suggested I send Teresa the post that describes how I broached the whole issue with her. I spent a lot of time searching through the archives, but was unable to find the one specific post. I’m guessing that I wrote about it in little bits and pieces.

 

I’ve been thinking about how we got from there to here and what advice I might give to someone in a similar situation. So if you can stand it, here’s a brief pre-♀ recap:

 

I’ve always been attracted to ‘girly’ things. When I was very young I would play dress up with my mothers wigs and shoes. I can remember when we had guests over and their coats were tossed on my parents bed, I would rummage through purses and smell the perfume on the coats. I have no recollection of every getting busted, just an insatiable curiosity of all thing feminine.

 

After puberty hit,  I knew of and had tried on every piece of lingerie my mother owned. Even then, I knew I didn’t want to be a girl, I just loved how it looked and felt. My uncle lived in our basement and had a large collection of Playboy and Penthouse. I can remember being as fascinated by the lingerie they wore as I was by the beautiful women. In fact that’s how I  learned how many of the pieces were supposed to be worn.

 

Adolescence was tough. Girls only wanted to be my friend. I wasn’t into sports and all my male friends were basically guys I got loaded with. Most people assumed I was gay. I didn’t think I was gay, but men hit on me constantly and girls weren’t intrested and I did like ‘girly’ things and with no internet…it was confusing. Right up into my early 20′s when I was starting to have some success with girls, men were still hitting on me. And in the strangest places. I can’t tell you the number of times I was propositioned in strip clubs. That still baffles me…I’m watching pretty girls take their clothes off, why would anyone think I was interested in men?

 

So during my 20′s and 30′s I would never buy lingerie, I would steal it from the women I was dating (mostly panties and pantyhose) use it for masturbation fodder for a while. Eventually, be over come with guilt and disgust and throw it out. I lived with the mother of my son for 10 years. She had no use for sexy lingerie. I’d buy her things. She’d wear them once (can I take this off now?) and I’d ’use’ them after that. I bet lots of this sounds familiar.

 

I met ♀ online  8 years ago. We dated for about 4 months before I moved in with her and her 13 yr old son. It wasn’t long after that when we went lingerie shopping together for the first time. I encouraged her to buy sexier bras and panties than what she had ever owned and within a day or two, I’d ‘used’ her panties and felt guilty as hell about it. Same old, same old, right?

 

But, it was different this time. How?  Well, we had a connection that I had never had with anyone else before. I was head-over-heels in love and I didn’t want to have any secrets from her. Also, her first husband was gay and she didn’t find out until after the baby was born. I knew that trust was a huge issue with her and if she accidentally found out about my little fetish…she’s told me she would have kicked my sorry ass to the curb.

 

Telling her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but when I look back on it now I really didn’t tell her all that much. I mean I told her everything I’ve just told you, but compared to what it has evolved into it was hardly anything. Her first reaction was, ‘Oh crap, I’ve turned another one gay.’ I assured her that I wasn’t. She was skeptical. I asked her if her ex-husband ever wanted to have sex with her 2 or 3 times a day, like I did. No, not so much. She asked why I didn’t tell her sooner. I told her I really hadn’t thought about it until we went lingerie shopping. I also said (and really believed at the time) that it was just something I liked to have sometimes when I jerked off. She asked if I had any of my ex’s lingerie. I did. She asked me to throw it out. I did. 

 

Once I’d actually admitted it to her and she started asking questions it became quite apparent that I wanted more.  I was constantly asking to wear her panties in and out of the house and eventually we started buying them just for me. We started looking at cross-dresser web sites, joined message boards, ordered some books, but it just didn’t feel right. The whole focus of cross-dressers seemed to be passing as female. They had female names and (imagined or real) entirely separate lives as women.  We bought some outer clothes for me and a wig and ♀ did my makeup, but I didn’t want to be female.

 

It wasn’t until I stumbled upon ‘sissy’ that the light went on. I ran upstairs and woke ♀ up. I was so excited. The more I read, the more obvious it was…the cross-dressing was just part of being feminized…no that’s derogatory towards the Goddess…let’s say emasculated. The need to be submissive to a dominate woman, to serve her, to be her bitch.

 

As we started exploring ‘sissy’ I could see countless examples of freakishly bad decisions made to satisfy my need to be dominated. Patterns repeated over and over that I was unable to explain or stop. I know this will sound sexist, but I think a submissive male who doesn’t know himself is more at risk of being used and hurt and taken advantage of then a submissive female. All those bad things can and do happen to women, but being a submissive female is socially acceptable. Both the man and the woman know how it’s supposed to work and most decent guys don’t take advantage of that. But when it’s the other way around there’s no frame of reference and it can lead to bad bad things.

 

So, if the information highway had blasted through my life 25 years sooner then it did, I would have known that ‘hetero’ doesn’t need to be ‘alpha’ and life might not have been any easier, but I certainly would have made different choices. ♀ is a firm believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’. To me, that smacks of not having a choice or some kind of master plans beyond our control.  I don’t believe that, but I will admit that if I’d made different choices ♀ & I probably would have never met.

 

Now back to our friend, the sad and lonely cross-dresser. What advice can I give him? Well, because I didn’t know who or what I was when I first met ♀,  I was able to be completely honest with her. It turned out that ‘sometimes I like to jerk off in pretty panties’  was just the tip of the iceburg, but it was something we’ve explored together over the past 8 years. What it means for me to be a sissy and ♀ to be a Goddess continues to evolve and I doubt that evolution will ever stop.

 

But what if I was in our friends situation now? Sitting in front of the computer night after night. Listening to Teresa’s stories, following the links from blog to blog, to message boards to the lingerie sites and it all gets clearer and who what when where how and why becomes more and more focused and I want to be honest, but the few women I’ve dated freak out when I tell them even a little bit of who I am…

 

Gawd, sad and lonely cross-dresser guy… Yes, ♀ is a Goddess and amazing and wonderful and I tell her every day how lucky I am and how much I love her, but if I knew then what I know now and I told her all about it…I really don’t know what she would have done.

 

 

Cheers,

sss

 

 

Did I mention being a tad disappointed about not having turkey for Christmas?  Well,  ♀ got tired of hearing me grumble about it and she bought a big bird for New Years Day.  After we’d had our final fuck of 2009 and toasted the new year with Kir Royale  and had our first fuck of the new decade and ♀ was soundly sleeping, I got up to start doing dinner prep. I peeled and chopped and diced and sliced (I also did some mincing, but we won’t talk about that right now) I made the Drunken Rice Pudding from our new cookbook , I set up morning coffee and after dinner espresso, stocked the fridge, took out the garbage and did all the dishes. So when ♀ woke up she could pour herself a cup-a-joe and start preparing  a holiday feast with all the trimmings minus about 3 hours of prep work.

 

 

 

I didn’t get up until our guests started to arrive; Junior and girl-friend, brother-in-law and girl-friend, my mom and step-dad and my nephew. The apartment smelled delicious and ♀ looked radiant. She’d managed to lose 3kg (6.6lbs) during December and was feeling very proud of herself. In a recent post I talked about it sometimes being difficult to incorporate the Dom/sub dynamic into real life, but if both people are on the same page, it can be done in subtle ways that other people don’t even notice. For instance, ♀ mentioned that I had done all the prep work while she slept the night before and instead of sitting around drinking beer with the rest of the guys, I was very involved with the final dinner preparation, serving and clean-up. It’s not the same as being trussed up in a girdle and stockings while I kiss her feet, but I think that would have made our guests uncomfortable.

 

 

 

All through dinner ♀ did things to ramp up the sexual tension. I had just finished hanging up coats and when I closed the closet door she was at the end of the hall with her skirt up showing me she wasn’t wearing panties.  While I was smashing the potatoes, she wiped a wet finger through my moustache so all I could smell was her pussy. She pushed me up against the counter and necked with me passionately then told me to take a glass of wine out to my mother. She tweaked my nipples then told me to take a beer out to her brother. She stood behind me while I tried to carve the turkey and ran her hands all over me sending chills through me and making my cock ache. Every time she had a chance to touch me she did and every time I looked her nipples were standing out through her top and bra just begging to be sucked. It was exquisite torture.

 

 

 

Finally, everyone except Junior and his gf had left and I was just about to take ♀ to bed when Junior mentioned that he’d rented Inglourious Basterds. He asked if I wanted to watch it with him. I had told him a few days before that I wanted to see it so I couldn’t really say no. I made espresso for ♀ and hoped she’d still be horny after the movie. No such luck. By the time Aldo Raine had finished carving the swastika into the Jew Hunters forehead, ♀ was done for the night. She was tired, was starting to get a headache and her shoulder was sore. She got ready for bed and asked me to cuddle with her for awhile.

 

 

 

As soon as we got comfortable she started kissing and pinching and tweaking…all the things she knows I’m unable to resist. I asked her to stop. She didn’t. I told her I’d much rather wait until morning when she could have a big O as well. Still she continued. I told her I was serious, I didn’t want to have sex just for me and I tried to move away. She grabbed hold of my now erect penis.

 

 

“There you go trying to top from the bottom again.  Who’s the boss here?”

 

“You are.”

 

“You say it, but you don’t always mean it. You can’t have it both ways, Princess. One of the conditions for you to be treated like a sissy is I get total control over your sexual pleasure, correct?”

 

“Yes, but…”

 

“No buts. I’m in charge, period. What you don’t seem to understand is I have several options available to me right now. I could take you to the very brink then kick your sorry ass out of bed. I could let you fuck me and that might get me excited then you could give me an orgasm. I could let you fuck me and not get excited and you’d feel like even less of a man knowing that once again your little pencil dick failed to arouse me.” (That made my cock twitch)

 

 

By this time I was on top of her and she told me to rub my cock against her clit. She can do this thing with her legs where she some how hooks them behind mine and locks me  in. She tightened and relaxed her legs to force me into a thrusting rhythm, but I was unable to move away. By then, of course, I didn’t want to move away.

 

 

After a few minutes of rubbing against her clit she said, “tell me something that is sexy.”

 

“You are sexy.”

 

“Be more specific.”

 

“Your breasts are sexy.”

 

“Why are they sexy?”

 

“I adore your curves. You are so feminine. The tops you wear that show off your cleavage make your breasts look so inviting.”

 

” Are you the only person that thinks so?”

 

“No. Many women and most men notice them. We can’t help it. It’s primal.”

 

“How does it make you feel when men stare at my cleavage?”

 

“Proud.”

 

“You like it when I show them off?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What if a man wanted a closer look…would you let him?”

 

“Maybe.”

 

“What if I told you I thought he was handsome?”

 

“Than yes, I would. I’d invite him over. He’d stand close to you and look straight down your top.”

 

“What would he see?”

 

“Even more of your cleavage, the top of your lacy bra, your hard nipples poking through the fabric.”

 

“Does he like what he sees?”

 

“Yes, he has a hungry look in his eyes.”

 

“Will you let him have a better look?”

 

“Your erect nipples tell me you’re enjoying the attention and I remove your top.”

 

“What does he see?”

 

“Your pretty bra shows them off nicely, but he’s a real man and doesn’t really notice the bra. He knows for certain now that your breasts are real. He likes that.”

 

“Does he want to touch them?”

 

“Yes, very much. I tell him he can. He gently strokes the bare part of your breasts with his finger tips. Then he cups a breast in each hand. He squeezes them and pinches your nipples. I tell him that your nipples are very sensitive today and he needs to be gentle with them.”

 

“Is he surprised that you’re telling him how to fondle my breasts?”

 

“Not so much. He’s a little distracted. He’s getting bolder now and tells me to undo your bra. I comply and he pulls it off and tosses it on the floor.”

 

“What does he see?”

 

“The first thing he notices is your nipples and areolae are the identical rose colour. He’s obviously impressed. He touches both breasts gently with his fingers like he’s reading braille. He traces along the scars on the underside of your breasts, then circles your nipples so gently he barely touches them. I can feel you squirm. Then he grabs one breast with both hands right against your chest and squeezes hard. You gasp and he keeps squeezing. Your breast juts out like a torpedo and your nipple gets a little darker.”

 

 

At some point during this she had let my cock enter her pussy. Her legs had me locked in tight so I was unable to thrust my hips. She massaged my dick with her kegels while the dialogue continued…

 

 

“Does he want to put my nipple in his mouth?”

 

“Not only does he want to, but your nipple is almost screaming to be in his mouth. All I do is nod at him and he lifts your torpedoed breast to his mouth. He circles your nipple with his tongue a few times then sucks it into his mouth. I can see he’s sucking on it harder than I do and I’m just about to remind him about how sensitive they are when he lets go of your breast and the entire weight of it is being held with his teeth on your nipple. You moan, but he doesn’t let go. He smiles up at us and I can feel your legs start to quiver.”

 

“I think my other nipple is much to sensitive to be bitten that way.”

 

“He doesn’t seem to want to. After he releases your nipple, he continues to fondle and kiss your breasts, squeezing them together around his face. He’s still enjoying them, but something has changed. He’s distracted. He keeps looking up at us, like he wants to ask something, but he’s undecided if he should. We all know what he wants, but I want to hear him ask it.”

 

“If he asks, will you let him fuck my breasts?”

 

“He doesn’t so much ask. It’s more a statement. ‘I want to fuck your wife’s titties’. I lead you to a couch and kneel at one end of it. You lay down with your head in my lap and we watch as he pulls off his pants and boxers. He straddles you and rubs his semi-erect penis across your nipples. We watch as he starts to stroke himself between your breasts. After a couple of minutes he applies some lube to his cock and I squeeze your breasts together to give him more to fuck.”

“Is his cock long enough to poke out the top?”

 

“Your breasts are large so not at first, but eventually it seems to grow right out of your cleavage towards your mouth. I squeeze your breasts tight around his cock and soon you are able to lick his pre-cum off the tip of it.”

 

“Does holding my breasts together so another man can fuck them turn you on, Princess?”

 

 

To be honest, I’m pretty sure I came right about then, but was so caught up in the story I needed to finish it.

 

 

“Watching his cock slide between your breasts is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

 

“Where is your little pencil dick while all this is going on?”

 

“Resting against your cheek. If you turn your head in between his thrusts, you can take me into your mouth.”

 

“Two cocks pointed right at my face. I like that.”

 

“He comes without warning and he has lots for us. Most of it lands on your face, some of it is on my cock and he squeezes the last bit onto your nipples. The intensity pushes me over the edge and I grab my cock lubed with his cum and shoot my load on your face as well. Some of it drips down between your breasts and I squeeze the last bit onto your lips.”

 

“Do you like seeing my face covered in cum, Princess?”

 

“I’d never really thought of bukkake as especially erotic before, but seeing you like this is incredibly hot.”

 

“Will you kiss me like this?”

 

“With passion, Baby. With passion.”

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

btw: she rolled over and went to sleep after this.

 

I  mentioned recently that other than panties, I haven’t been wearing any girly clothes lately.  Part of that is because Junior has been living with us while he goes back to school for a year and part of it is…well…I’m not really sure…I guess I just haven’t been feeling very ‘girly’ lately.

 

I suspect my recent crankiness has more to do with the holidays than any kind of disconnect from my girly-self. Regardless, I didn’t object when ♀ got home from the gym yesterday and suggested we go for pedicures. We had a quick shower and shaved our legs. I found our flip-flops and off we went. We just went to one of those places in the mall. It wasn’t nearly as nice as a salon of course, but it was cheaper and just a spur of the moment kinda thing.

 

Mine are a dark purple (almost black) and ♀ had hers painted red. After we were done, we wandered through the mall and stopped in a couple of lingerie stores. It’s cold and wet here so flip-flops and pretty nails probably stood out even more than usual, but I didn’t care. We didn’t end up buying anything (shocking) even though we both found stuff we liked. If  we had been buying (darn finances) ♀ found a couple of bras and a bustier that she really liked and I found a babydoll w/panty (black) and a cami w/panty (pink) that were super cute.

 

When we were having lovin’s this morning, ♀ told me that with the right shoes the pink oufit would make me look just like a princess…her princess. She’s so descriptive that while I was riding her and she was stroking my back and playing with my nipples I really did feel ‘girly’ for awhile.

 

When I got up I found this very clever advertisement for Aubade’s new website, FrenchArtOfLoving.com on The Lingerie Post.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Do you ever wonder about the bloggers you read? Who they really are? What they’re really like? I’ve been wondering about the stuff that doesn’t get mentioned. Some of it gets left out because it doesn’t fit in with a blogs theme, but lets face it a lot of day to day life is pretty boring. Actually, the bloggers I’m wondering about tonight are the ones who have a life-partner and the Dom/sub dynamic is a major part of their blog and presumably their lives

 

I’m a sissy and I want  need ♀ to dominate me, but we each have a kid and I have an ex, and we each have a job and extended families and baggage and the fucking strata-council and decisions need to be made about all of those things as well as how the money gets spent and how much life insurance do we need and why haven’t you gone to the doctor yet and what, another fucking parking ticket and a gazillion other things that are part of everyones life.

 

 

How do other couples living a Dom/sub lifestyle deal with real life?

 

 

 

Unfortunately,  it’s often not that simple.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss