I have been a baker for 25 out of the past 29 years. 22 of those years have been with the same bakery. Sales at our shop increased every year for the first 19 years I was with the company. 4 years ago when my boss was renegotiating our lease he had a ‘no demolition’ clause included. We had just finished doing major renovations on the shop. We knew the mall was for sale and he wanted to make sure that if the new owner wanted to do something major we wouldn’t just be tossed out.

 

Sure enough the mall (and several adjacent properties) was purchased by a property development company and they had big plans. They would build two huge towers (6 times the height of any other building in town) with retail on the ground floor and residential above. Because of our ‘no demoltion’  lease they would move us into the new building. Then they’d tear the mall down and build 2 more towers. It was going to be great they said. The first year of construction wasn’t to bad. What we lost in our regular foot traffic was almost made up by hungry construction workers. The second year wasn’t so good. The city needed to tear up the roads leading into the mall to replace sewer and water lines and the roads themselves needed to be changed to accommodate for the new towers. There were many days that the city would have one street completely closed,  the construction company would have the other street closed and the mall would be completely cut off.

 

Then the economy tanked and all projects were put on hold. To make a bad situation even worse, the landlord didn’t tell any of the anchor stores that the mall wasn’t going to be coming down anytime soon and they would be welcome to stay, so the liquor store, drug store and grocery store all moved out. So the mall is empty shops, second hand stores and us. And those 2 new towers…none…absolutely none of that retail space has been leased and the last we heard less than 25% of the residential has been sold.

 

So after 19 years of growth all it took was 3 years to run a thriving business into the ground. My boss told me on Saturday that I should start looking for another job. He’s not sure when he’ll shut it down, but he wanted to give me as much notice as possible because I have a mortgage and child support and I’ve been a good employee and well, we’re friends. He turns 60 this year and the past 3 years have aged him terribly.

 

Baking is kind of a funny trade. When I started my apprenticeship almost 3 decades ago there was lots of work. Grocery stores had real bakeries in them, there were lots of smaller independent shops around and logging and mining were thriving so there were lots of camps to go work in. Now it’s all different. Grocery stores just have bake-off shops ( just there for the aroma), bakery chains are all basically push-button so they don’t need journeymen, the baking that gets done at the very few independent shops is mostly just done by the owners and as for camps…well the economy tanked. Starting a shop of my own is waaay out of my price range.

 

So what the fuck do I do now? Realistically, I only have 15-20 years left to get out of debt and save for some sort of retirement. I’m not suggesting that I’ll be useless by the time I’m in my mid-60′s, but I had my first paying  job when I was 10 (delivering the Star Weekly on Saturday mornings) and I think 20 years from now, I’ll be looking forward to not having to worry about a pay-cheque. How that will happen, I have no idea. My Lotto retirement plan isn’t working out to well.

 

♀ has been trying to stay positive. She says she going to start whoring me out…domestic services, personal grooming services and as a willing ‘bottom’ to men and or women. Actually, when we were in bed last night she was telling me how she’d be my pimp and all the things and people I would be expected to do and she’d keep all the money and would give me a small allowance only if I behaved and if I didn’t she’d beat me and…

 

…believe it or not, it led to some very passionate fucking. Kinda surprising considering where my head has been at this weekend.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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I Was Raped
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His Slut
I Really Wasn’t In The Mood
Impact
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Our washer & dryer are making noises like they don’t want to live much longer and ♀ is expecting a good tax refund this year so we’ve been looking at what’s available. We were in Sears on the weekend and a sales woman was showing us a set that was in our price range. She started telling ♀ about all the bells and whistles. ♀ stopped her and said, “he does the laundry, not me.”  The woman laughed and kept telling ♀ how great these machines are. ♀ stopped her a second time and said, “My only concern is how much they cost and will they fit in our laundry room. So please just tell me your best price and get me a tape-measure and while I’m measuring them you can tell the laundry-bitch how much easier these machines will make his life.”

 

We walked through the shoe department on the way out the store. I saw an adorable pair of pumps and held them up for ♀.  A guy walking towards us said to me, “they don’t really suit you.”

♀ didn’t miss a beat. She said, “I don’t know. They’d match his toe nails.”

 

We stopped at another appliance store on the way home to compare prices. They didn’t have much that I was interested in, but ♀ was very interested in the coin operated machines. She was very amused at the idea of making me pay for the privilege of doing her laundry.

 

That appliance store was right next door to a vacuum place we had been in a few months ago. We took our old Electrolux to get serviced (now there’s a machine that lasts forever). It turns out we just needed a new power-head. The sales guy attached a fancy self-propelled power head to our vacuum cleaner and tried to pass it to ♀. She looked at him like he was handing her poop-on-a-stick. Mini was with us and he thought the idea of ♀ vacuuming was hilarious. He told the sales guy, “my dad does all that sort of stuff.”

 

Truth be told, ♀ does lots of house work, but it’s fun to let the world know that I’m her bitch.

 

Since I work nights and ♀ works days we really don’t sleep at the same time very much.

 

If I get home from work and into bed early we might get an hour before she needs to get up. When we first started dating she started work much earlier than now so quite often her alarm was going just as I was getting home and it was a good time for lovin. Now that she works school hours, morning sex doesn’t happen very often…to bad because I really like going to sleep with a big O. 

 

Usually on nights I don’t work,  I’ll hold her while she falls asleep.  If we’ve just had sex I might even snooze with her for an hour or so. So other than early mornings and a bit of time on the weekends there’s not very much real sleeping together going on in our bed.

 

Of course there’s pro’s and con’s to every situation. The downside is I don’t get to cuddle her as much as I would like to. Seriously, when I spoon her I try to get as much skin-on-skin contact as is humanly possible. The upside is I’m a very light sleeper and ♀ moves around a lot when she sleeps.  How much, you ask? Well, we have black-out blinds on our bedroom window so if the lights are out, it’s really dark. One day this week I was getting ready for bed and I couldn’t see that ♀ was sleeping sideways. I went to sit on the edge of the bed to pull my pants off and I sat right on her head. She yelled and I shrieked like a sissy and it’s funny now, but at the time…not so much.

 

Saturday morning when I climbed into bed, she was completely back-ass-wards so I cuddled up to her legs and fell asleep sucking on her big toe like a soother.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

The night after this night we went to bed after I’d finished cleaning up the dinner dishes. We had about 90 minutes before I needed to leave for work and I was hoping for a repeat of the night before. ♀ was, by her own admission, not feeling very horny. I knew we probably wouldn’t be able to have simultaneous orgasms again, but I was hoping  if I pushed all the right buttons in exactly the right order that at least we’d both have big O’s…eventually. ♀ wasn’t as optimistic. She was leaning towards pushing my buttons, making me come quickly and teasing me about not being able to satisfy her.

 

We’d only been in bed for a few minutes when the phone rang. It was our friend Candle and ♀ took the call.  I continued to touch and kiss her zones while the two women chatted. Eventually, she pushed my head down and I eagerly took my place between her legs. My first thought, as I nibbled her inner thighs, was  ‘I’m getting her really excited and this is going to be a very short phone call’.  Her tone of voice didn’t change one bit as I started licking her outer lips and than another possibility occurred to me. Maybe ♀ was planning on a phone sex 3-way. Candle plays with men and women. ♀ has never been with a woman before, but we’ve talked about it a lot and she and Candle flirt with each other and trying it for the first time while on the phone would be safe, but still hot and hell yes, that must surely be what she was planning. I spread her lips apart and started tracing tight little circles around her clit with my tongue.

 

♀ grabbed my ear and pulled me up. She hooked her feet behind my legs and guided my cock into her pussy and still her voice gave no clue that anything sexy was going on. The following is her half of the conversation while I fucked her…

 

“I had the craziest dream last night.

Remember I told you about that old boyfriend from high school who I’ve been talking with on Facebook?

Yeah, that’s right. Jim.

Well, in this dream I was spending the weekend at his house.

No, we were the age we are now.

Well, there wasn’t actually any sex in the dream, but that’s why I was spending the weekend at his house.

Jim’s wife knew I was staying there, but she didn’t know Jim and I had been fucking.  She came home unexpectedly and we had to pretend that nothing was going on. Actually, that part felt a lot like high school. I was all tingly from just having had sex and I was excited and nervous as we planned on where we could go to fuck some more without his wife finding out.

Yeah, he knew and he was fine with it.

Yes, he’s a sissy even in my dreams.

No, I haven’t told him about the dream yet, but I will.

Probably while we’re having sex. It’ll drive him wild.”

 

That’s when I shot my load. She had absolutely no reaction to it. My spent little pencil dick slid out and I rolled off of her. Humiliated. They started talking about Candle’s love life and ♀ pointed towards her sloppy cunt. At first I thought hoped she wanted me to give her an orgasm, but she just needed me to lick her clean. When I was done she pushed me away and rolled over onto her side.

 

I got out of bed to get ready for work. I was just about to leave when she motioned for me to come to her. I leaned in to give her a goodnight kiss and she wiped a glob of  cum from my goatee and held it up for me to lick off her finger. She kissed me on the cheek and waved goodbye. She and Candle were still talking when I left.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Maybe you’re fortunate enough (or have a lover skilled enough) to orgasm on demand, but as for the rest of us mere mortals…

 

 I know there are women who can orgasm quickly and often so I suppose odds are good that sometimes their partner comes at the same time they do, but seriously, isn’t it just the greatest thing ever when you’re both able to come at the same time?

 

♀ usually wants me to come first. The ‘sissy’ reason is that way she can tease me about my inability to satisfy her while I use my fingers or a toy to help her have a big O after I’m done, but it’s also a turn-on for her to feel my excitement grow inside of  her and she really likes to play in my cum once I’m finished. In fact sometimes getting me to come (something she is very good at) is enough of a turn-on for her to try and have an orgasm even if she hadn’t planned on it before. The downside of being conditioned  to come quickly is that it is very difficult to hold back on those occasions when she wants me to last until she’s done.

 

We hadn’t fucked in a couple of days and for about a week before that, every time we’d had sex that’s all it was, sex….lots of trash talk and button pushing, but not a lot of passion. We are a couple who needs the connection of real love-making on a regular basis or else we get off track.

 

Anyway, on this particular night everything unfolded like it was supposed to on the way to the bedroom and once there, the foreplay was spontaneous and arousing. The love-making was passionate and when she called out my name and told me she wanted to come on my cock, I summoned all my strength and held on until I could feel the orgasm roll through her,  pulling me in even deeper and when she was at the very crest of the wave I let go and we rode it together.

 

When it happens like that…the build up of the passion, the timing of the orgasms…we are joined together at every possible level and it is so fucking intense. There truly is nothing like it. I think it’s very likely that eventually we will play with other people and I think it’ll be tons-o-fun, but the kind of connection that we had that night is something rare and beautiful and I believe that, more than anything else will keep US safe.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

There’s a type of erotic fiction that I’d like to write, but I’m having a hard time making it work. I’ve long been interested in why we’re wired the way we are, why are we turned on by certain things/situations and the evolution of our fetishes. But I’m not thinking of it in any kind of clinical sense. The idea I have is to write an erotic short story that not only captures a character and his/her kink, but also gives some sense of where that kink came from.

 

One of the big problems I’m having with this idea is, the origin of a fetish often happens long before we tun 18. Our sexual wiring starts when we start, but to explore the things that happen as a child in a piece of erotica without being creepy is difficult.  If I strip away all that is erotic from the part of the story that takes place before the age of consent and turn on the smut in the second part it seems like two separate stories.

 

Here’s a couple of paragraphs that I was quite happy with. Lisa’s ‘oral fixation’ started when she was about 7 and her dentist, who looked like an old walrus and smelled of Old Spice and pipe tobacco pulled out a couple of her baby teeth. When she was 14 her dentist looked like David Cassidy. The Partridge Family was all the rage and Lisa had a huge crush on him. Neither of these men ever did anything inappropriate to Lisa, but a sexual connection was made in her mind. My attempts to combine those to parts in a way that flows and is erotic, but not creepy have failed.

 

Here’s another example. When Mini was 6 or 7 years old I took him to a local water park one summer afternoon. The park was crowded with kids splashing in the water and parents sitting in the shade around the sides. I noticed a little girl (maybe 4 or 5) sitting on one of the water jets. She was just sitting there rocking back and forth with a big smile on her face, totally unaware of all the other kids playing around her. I’d love to start a story from that point. Maybe that was the first time she noticed how nice that zone could feel. Maybe her mother notices what she’s doing and makes a huge public scene. Maybe that’s the start of a being an exhibitionist… A powerful image with lot’s of possibilities, but how to use it without being creepy is difficult.

 

♀ & I were talking about my wiring the other night. When I was in grade 4 I had a teacher who was verbally and pyscologically abusive . I had troubles eating and sleeping, the skin peeled off my hands and eventually I was removed from her classroom. When I was 10, my uncle married his first wife. From the time they got married until I was about 14 she took great delight in tormenting me. She believed I wasn’t masculine enough. She’d slap me around, pin me to the ground and tickle or pinch me until I wet myself then tease me about getting beat up by a girl. I don’t remember either of these women with anything resembling fondness, but when I look back on my dating history, I’ve always been attracted to dominate women.  I get that context is everything. I understand that tormenting a child like that is wrong, but tormenting an adult sissy like that is hot. I’d just like to figure out how to combine those two things into a single story.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

We went to another Exploratorium last night…the first in the new location (now with a functioning washroom). Before I tell you about all the activities WE tried, I’ve gotta say Jennifer cleans up nicely! The first few times we met her she was preggers, then just a few weeks after she’d delivered the Pickle and the last time we saw her she was hooked up to a pump. Last night she was wearing a very nice low-cut dress and sexy shoes and she looked rested and she looked great.

 

The first thing I did (in my new pink panties) was to get tied up by a Pleasure Artist.  He had ♀ do the last few knots and once I was all trussed up she took great delight in tickling and pinching me. She also encouraged anyone else to come and do the same. Later when I was untied, ♀ said she was getting concerned because my hands were turning blue, but I didn’t mind being tied up like that and being tormented by ♀ wasn’t so bad either.

 

Next we did a couples yoga session. That was a really big eye-opener. First she did an assessment of both of us and it turns out ♀ is really quite flexible and just needs to work on maintenance. I on the other hand have serious flexibility/mobility issues that will only get worse and could lead to big problems if I don’t address them soon. She recommended twice weekly yoga for me.  ♀ & I were thinking that might be something fun to do together. Next we were introduced to 3 sexual positions we hadn’t tried before. Watching yoga can be sexy, but I had no idea it could be sexy for us, if you know what I mean. We tried one of the positions when we got home. ♀ was on her side with one leg pulled up, I knelt behind her and straddled the other leg. Either entrance was accessible (I chose pussy) she could touch her clit and we had a visual connection. I don’t think we had the position quite right, but I’m sure we’ll try it again. The one I’m really looking forward to trying is she sits in a lotus position, I sit on her feet and she can give me a blow-job and finger fuck my ass. Gets me excited just thinking about it.

 

After that we tried silk scarf bondage. ♀ went first and I must admit that I was amazed that she tried it. She won’t even let me use the little velcro cuffs in our bedroom. Being restricted, giving up control is…difficult for her. The guy doing it was really nice and talked to her constantly while he was tying her and she really liked the feel of the silk. She also, admitted that even though she couldn’t escape she could still move her hands a bit in the scarves so it wasn’t as scary.  Her hands were tied behind her back and then he tied two more around her…just above and below her breasts. They sure looked yummy. I got tied-up after and it was a totally different sensation than the ropes (the silk really does feel nice) I could picture us doing that at home. I can’t see us ever trying the ropes at home.

 

It was ♀ who wanted to try caning next. I’ve spanked her with my hand and used a small flogger on her a couple of times with mixed results so I never would have guessed that was something she’d want to try. OK, it wasn’t so much the caning that got her to get completely naked on his bench, it was that she was very attracted to the man doing the caning. In fact we had only been at the Lounge for about 15 minutes and she had him fondling her breasts with a hand-held vibrator. The canes he used were not what I had pictured at all.  These were strands of ‘cane’ tied together at a handle. He made them himself and each one had a different size of cane in it. I tried to find pictures on-line, but haven’t been able to find any. Imagine floggers with different thicknesses of falls, but instead of leather, these were cane.  He started out with really thin ones and before he moved up to thicker ones, he’d sprinkle some powder on her and rub it in with his hands. It was so sexy watching him caress her back, ass, hips thighs, legs. We’ve talked lots about what might translate well from fantasy to reality…I’m pretty sure I would have enjoyed watching that go further.

Her back was a nice rosy-red when she was done and she was just so amazed at how relaxing it was. She really enjoyed it. I went next and the sensation was different than when I got flogged, but what was going on in my head was kinda the same…going to a different place sort of…it’s hard to explain. Honestly, what I enjoyed the most about it was how musical it was. He really got a rhythm going and it was almost hypnotic.

 

One of the things that has caused us trouble at the Lounge is when ♀ feels like I’m not listening to her. I get caught up in the moment and I think I’m just being encouraging and she takes it as being pressured. She knows that there’s a fine line between the two and that depending on mood and circumstances that line moves so unless I’m being especially pig-headed she doesn’t get really pissed with me when I cross it, but still, it’s a challenge. There were two examples of that last night with two different results…

 

There was a mummification booth set up and we’d watched several women get wrapped in shrink-wrap then tickled and flogged and spanked. Of all the things we didn’t try, that was the one she watched the most. Even though I know being restricted like that would be a challenge for her I sort of thought she might be coaxed. Then the guy who was helping Jennifer came by and suggested we try getting done together. Neither of us had even thought of that possibility and I had the impression that she was leaning towards doing it. If she were to try, it would have been with me but she really didn’t want to and the combination of me saying ‘yeah lets’ and the other guy saying it would be fun…♀ felt like we were ganging up on her. Rather than stewing about it and letting it derail our evening, ♀ took me aside and told me she didn’t feel like I was listening to her and then we moved on.  That was a huge accomplishment for us.

 

Shortly after that Jennifer suggested we try the erotic kissing booth…as a couple (something we hadn’t considered). She reads our blog and knows playing with others is something we’ve often fantasized about, but… Jennifer said that until you try something you really don’t know. She told ♀ to set the boundaries…no kissing on the mouth for instance. She told her the Cheryl would be sure to listen and respect ♀ wishes. Sissy or not, I’m still a hetero male and I really wanted to see ♀ with a woman..funny, it never occurred to me that I’d be getting kissed. Anyway, ♀ of course knew my feelings on the subject, but she wasn’t so sure. We were fighting the clock a bit by this time. Should she, shouldn’t she? Finally, she said yes. The three of us sat of a couch with ♀ in the middle. It was a little awkward at first because ♀ couldn’t really say what her boundaries were. I was the one who said no kissing on the mouth and the way we were sitting made it clear ♀ was to be the centre of attention. Cheryl started off  kissing ♀ neck and nibbling on her ear. I did the same on the other side and started fondling her breasts. I found out later that my kisses and caresses were sort of over powering compared to what Cheryl was doing and I really was trying to be gentle. After a couple of minutes of that, ♀ lifted my chin up from between her breasts just in time for me to see ♀ turn her head and start kissing Cheryl on the mouth. That probably sounds like a really minor thing, but it was incredibly erotic to see and not something I will soon forget.

 

And then just like that, 3 hours were gone and it was time to go home. I could probably write another post just as long as this one telling you about all that we’ve talked about since leaving the Lounge, but it’s getting late and I need to make breaky for my sleeping Goddess and get my own sorry ass to bed.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

So did you hear the Olympics were here? No, seriously…right here. The torch went past our apartment two days before the Games started and past the bakery the day before that. I didn’t see it at either place, but still…it was right here.

 

We didn’t go into town to see any of it live, but we watched more coverage than I had ever watched before and I have to admit I was, for the most part, impressed. When it comes to showing our national pride, we Canucks are usually a lot more reserved than our southern cousins, but these past two weeks have been one big ol’ Canadian love fest, eh.

 

VANOC and the IOC have a iron grip on all the media from the games so I can’t actually post any of the things that were hi-lights for me, but these few videos should give you the gist of it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss