Hi there it’s me, ♀. I want to tell you about a Deviant Dining sss & I went to a few months ago. I worked that day. There’s been construction on the route we usually take to the Lounge so the commute  took twice as long as it should have. I may or may not have had a headache, but I remember not feeling my best. I probably would have enjoyed chatting with people I already knew, but I wasn’t really feeling up to ‘getting-to-know-you’ chats. sss was talking to several people at our table about…well he’d say he was talking about us, but really he was talking about his sissification. It doesn’t really matter, I’ve heard the spiel many times before and I was a million miles away.

 

Then out of the blue one of the men at our table turned to me and asked, “how has this been for you?”

“Oh sorry, I did not hear what you asked”

“How has being married to a sissy affected you?”

“Ummm, it’s just basically sss discovering who he is. It’s really not about me at all.”

 

There was an awkward silence and the conversation moved on in other directions. During the drive home sss mentioned he was embarrassed by what I had said.  He felt that the impression I gave was there was nothing in it for me, that it was all about him. I think there several different issues here. If I gave the impression that I don’t benefit or there’s nothing I like about being married to a sissy then I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant at all.

 

Have I grown sexually and emotionally during the past 9 years? Absolutely. But I think that has more to do with the sort of man he is (not just the sissy part) and the sort of relationship we have. As we’ve explored his sexuality, he’s also encouraged me to explore mine.

 

So what did my off-the-cuff comment at the Lounge mean? Well all of the ideas surrounding my husbands sissification have been his. Seriously, all of them. What it means to be a sissy. What he’d like to do for me and have done to him have all been his ideas or suggestions. So from that perspective, I stand by what I said.

 

But I get where he is coming from…yes all the ideas and suggestions come from him, but clearly I play a big part in how (or if) things go from there. I wasn’t losing any sleep fretting about it and I doubt he was either. It had come up in conversation a couple of  times. Mostly just what would be a more accurate way to explain ‘us’ if asked.

 

He sent me this blog post a few days ago. The blogger is commenting on another bloggers post (I didn’t actually read that 1) and they’re talking about cuckolding specifically, but I think what they were saying applies well to sissification in general. Much of  the post rings true, but after I’d thought about it for a few days I decided that sss is more like the producer. He’s the idea guy…big-general-never-ending-idea guy. I think I’m the director. I decide if his suggestions are going to be tried and after that then all the who what when where why and hows are up to me.

The producer and the director have different roles, but they are very much equals. If one or the other of us said something isn’t working, I’m absolutely certain that that something would stop.

 

That’s the one thing about all this sissy stuff that I’ve struggled with. It’s become a huge part of our life. He wants to be treated like a sissy all the time and that usually means being submissive. That’s all well and good, but at some level I need us to be equals as well. We  have talked about it over the years and he recognizes that need and  in many ways that equality just happens naturally. I think this producer/director idea will be a good way to explain ‘us’ and maybe even help on those days when we get off track.

 

 

Hugs,

♀

One of my uncles, an avid golfer sent me this…

 

I mentioned Jim a few months ago. Here’s a few more details about him: He & ♀ dated in high school. They were each others first true love. ♀ broke it off and broke his heart. They haven’t set eyes on each other in 20 years. They’ve been chatting on Facebook for about a year. His last marriage ended because his wife cheated.  He’s sinced remarried.  They live in another province. The company he works for is opening a branch office 90 minutes from here. He was going to be here getting things started for the new office all of last week. When I got back from rafting, ♀ told me she was going to be meeting Jim and that I wasn’t invited.

 

In the days leading up to the ‘date’, the things she and Jim would be doing (in his hotel room, in our bed, in the back of his car, in the men’s room) were very much a part of our pillow talk.  When we weren’t naked we did have several conversations about what might really happen and how we would handle any number of possibilities. She was fairly certain that his views on the sanctity of marriage would over-ride any feelings of lust he might have. She said if he flirted than she’d flirt back, but she wasn’t going to start anything. If there was flirting and chemistry and it seemed ‘right’ then yes, she’d probably have sex with him.

 

We took another one of Jennifer’s excellent classes a couple of days before and one of the subjects that was discussed was knowing…or trying to know…if there is going to be an emotional attachment to the person (or people) you’re playing with. That’s obviously not always an easy thing to do, but if all participants start off on the same page and everyone actually says what they’re feeling then hopefully big surprises can be avoided. Jennifer explained it much better, but you get the gist.

 

So emotional entanglement was one of the things ♀ & I talked about in regards to Jim. ♀ said that because they had once been madly in love that the emotional connection was built in. There wouldn’t be any point in denying it. I asked if she thought Jim would be able to keep that in perspective if they did have sex. She said that it would need to be discussed while they still had their clothes on, but yes, she was quite certain he would understand what it was and what it wasn’t.

 

An interesting (to me at least) little side bar: When we talked about playing with Lord Batsu,  ♀ insisted that I be involved…not just a casual observer. It was a deal breaker for her. Either I play too or she doesn’t go there. Anything with Lord Batsu would be play only…no emotional stuff.

There would be an emotion connection with Jim and I wouldn’t be invited to the party. She’d tell me about it, of course (‘no sneaking’ is a hard rule), but she doesn’t picture me with them. I don’t know for certain if the just play…I participate vs emotional connection..I don’t participate will be how it is or if that only applies to these two situations, but I did notice.

 

So the day of the date I had a hard time concentrating at work. I crawled into bed with her when I got home and tried to get fresh, but she was having none of it. She asked me to have a shower with her and before she turned the water on I knelt below her and she gave me her morning pee to mark me with her scent. I’d shaved her pubes a couple of days before, but went over them again to make sure she was smooth. I shaved her legs and pits. I washed her hair. I helped her pick out her bra & panties and the clothes she’d wear to work that would easily convert to something a little sexier later. I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her email. Jim would be coming to our town and they would meet for appy’s.

 

♀ made a point of telling me ‘no masturbation’. I had a tough time sleeping. When I got up there were regular text messages designed to torment me all the way up to date time. I tried to keep busy…♀ had left a list of household chores she wanted done, but it didn’t fill up the hours. I kept imagining all the things they might be doing and it made me so freaking horny. It was the first time I ever thought having a cock cage might be a good idea. ♀ approving of all my orgasms was something I suggested as part of my sissification and it’s really been just done on the honour system. If I want her to treat me like a sissy then I’ll do what she says to do. We don’t call it ‘sex’ until someone has an orgasm and it’s not masturbation until you come. I didn’t have an orgasm that afternoon, but I had many erections. I wouldn’t want to be in a cage for days and days, but I can see the value in not being able to touch it during specific events.

 

Anyway, ♀ called me 3 hours after she met Jim. They were coming to our house. The first thing I asked was ‘did she want me to leave?’ I could go to work early. She laughed and said no, but suggest I be dressed in boy clothes. They arrived a few minutes later. She commented on how nice the apartment looked. She offered Jim one of my beers and told me to get her a cold drink.  She told me to get the file and lotion so I could do her feet. She asked me to tell Jim what I asked her when she’d called. I told him I’d asked if she wanted me to leave. She looked at Jim and said, ‘see, I told you so.’

I’m not sure if he thought we were just kidding, but if I’d been thinking a little quicker I would have added that I thought being able to hook up with an old flame 20 years later was seriously hot. He left before I went to work and he gave her a big hug in the hallway.

 

♀ seemed very pleased with how the date went. She’s been talking about him quite a bit…even to ‘vanilla’  friends.  Jim will be here fairly often over the next while getting the new office up and running. ♀ is hoping to see him again and isn’t ruling out the possibility of things going further.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Mini & I went on a 4-day camping/rafting trip last week. Four days is the longest he and I have ever spent alone together. It’s also the longest he’s ever been away from his mother and the longest I’ve been away from ♀.  The trip was a huge success and an adventure I don’t think either of us will ever forget. The only really big negative was my lack of sleep. I don’t know how people who travel between time zones do it. I’ve worked night shifts for close to thirty years and I just don’t sleep at night. To make things even more of a challenge, our air mattress deflated two of the nights.

 

We were suppose to be back to the base camp at 4 pm Thursday, but it was after 5 before we were ready to drive home. Sometime during the week I heard one of the guides talking about the iffy cell phone reception and neither of us turned our phones on before we left the camp.  We were about 90 minutes into the 2 hour drive when we decided we were hungry and stopped for dinner. It was getting close to 8 pm when we left the restaurant and I called ♀ while Mini sent a text to his mother.

 

I don’t know if it was because I was sleep deprived or was still wound up from the trip, but I completely forgot telling ♀ that I would call her before we left the base camp and we’d decide then what we should do about dinner. All that stuck in my head was she was starting a new diet while I was gone and dinner with Mini and I would be a big tease.  I was thoughtless and inconsiderate and I swear it was unintentional.

 

♀ was, understandably, angry and hurt and she stomped off to the pub to eat dinner by herself. She’d only been eating veggies for 4 days so the two glasses of wine she had with her BLT went straight to her head. She came home and had a few more quick glasses of wine and went to bed angry and drunk. I slept on the couch. It wasn’t how I pictured my first night back.

 

She went to work Friday morning, but felt so crappy she came home early and went back to bed. We got up together later that afternoon and tried to have a proper reunion. We started out kissing and touching and rediscovering each other. Then she went down on me. She didn’t tell me (as Jennifer had suggested) that she was going to give me the best blow-job of my life. Probably because at that point it was still just fore-play.

 

Not having sex for 5 days made me extra horny and reacting quickly to what ♀ was doing with her mouth and hands seemed to boost her confidence and she started using more of the techniques she’d learned in Jennifer’s class and that made me even more excited. It really was like the perfect storm for a blow-job. I did manage to tell her that if she kept doing what she was doing she’d be able to make me come.

 

She told me later that in that split second she knew she was still to hung-over to take a mouthful of cum so she decided she’d let me come on her breasts. She took my cock out of her mouth and right at that exact moment the first volley of cum

went

straight

up

her

nose.

 

Seriously, I couldn’t have had a more direct hit if she’d placed her nostril directly over my penis. To give you some idea of the force of that first shot, the second spurt of ejaculate landed on the pillow behind my left shoulder.

 

Apparently, having cum blasted into your nostrils isn’t nearly as much fun as say getting a really great blow-job.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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Partnerships
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Unusually High Sex Drive
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In about seven weeks SSS will be celebrating its 4th bloggeversary/blogday. Whatever you want to call it, four years is a very long time for a blog to be around. Some might suggest it’s been to long, but I still enjoy blogging and we’re still learning and life is still evolving.

 

You know what’s cool? Even after four years we still get new readers.  Harry Humper left us a comment recommending this very Libido Lounge-inspired video.

 

 

You know what else is cool? The traditional 4th anniversary gift is Flowers and the modern 4th anniversary gift is Silk. And that means LINGERIE!!!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss