That was a delicious dinner Princess. You can get me another glass of wine before you clean up the kitchen.

 

Take off your pants. I want to watch you in your pretty knickers while you fold the laundry.

 

No, you’re not getting sex tonight, but you can let my sweater puppies out before you file and massage my feet.

 

Do you want to nurse, Baby? You don’t need a towel; just keep your panties on.

 

That’s it…rub yourself against the couch while you drink Mommy’s milk. Maybe I’ll let you do this the next time I’m with my lover…if you’re a good boy.

 

I’m still looking for a man for you to fluff. You’re going to be a good little cock-sucker, aren’t you Princess?

 

You know that eventually I’m going to expect my sissy to do more than suck cock, right?

 

Don’t worry, the first time I’ll hold you just like this. You can nurse and I’ll stroke your back and help you relax while he enters you.

 

Maybe he’ll let you call him ‘Daddy’. Would you like that Princess? Nursing on Mommy’s breast while Daddy takes your chocolate-cherry.

 

After that you can be a pretty-little fuck-toy for my lovers…a perfectly complete sissy.

 

Just picture it Baby…I can be out with one man while you service another.

 

That’s it…fill those pretty panties with your cream.

 

Sit up and let me see. Oh look, you spilled some on the couch. Lick it all up, Sissy.

 

You’d better get used to the taste. I have a feeling you’ll be drinking a lot of it soon.

 

You can get dressed for work now Princess, but leave those wet panties on…as a reminder of what’s to come.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

…teach me to be a cock-sucking slut,

 

 

just like you.

 

sss

Junior was 13 when I met him and his mom and that’s how old Mini is now.  I guess it’s natural to look at the differences and to speculate what the future holds. Mini is still very close to his mother. Extraordinarily close. Almost creepy-close. I have this re-occuring ‘Norman Bates’ nightmare. But this is something that has been orchestrated by her. She has nothing and no one else in her life. It’s just her and Mini against the world. I hope one day he’ll find the strength to break free, but there’s no sign of that happening yet.

 

Anyway, ♀ & I were comparing the boys at 13 the other night. ♀ said that Junior had already discovered girls by that age.  I think it would be more accurate to say that girls had discovered him. I remember being really uncomfortable with all the very young girls coming over to the house, all tarted up and being very aggressive. I often said to ♀ that I was really glad we had boys. I would have tried to keep a daughter on a much shorter leash. There really is a double standard, isn’t there. ♀ admitted to me that she probably wouldn’t have let me move in a soon as I did if she’d had a 13 yr old girl at home. Not that she ever thought I’d do something bad. She’d just be more cautious and protective.

 

So back to 13 yr old Junior. Girls would come over, but if he was playing video games or watching TV,  he’d pretty much ignore them. It didn’t seem to bother the girls. They’d sit there chattering at him and if they got bored and left it didn’t matter because another one would come by soon enough. He was a big strong kid and even at that age he really didn’t have to work at it.

 

We only see Mini for a few hours a week so it’s hard to say for sure, but I don’t think he’s discovered girls yet. That’s probably not a bad thing. He seems to be more comfortable in his own skin than I remember being (that didn’t happen for me until I was almost 40…lol) ♀ pointed out that considering the tight grip his mother still has on him and me being…not the most masculine of dads, it’s hardly a surprise that he’s a bit behind in the girl department. He’s a bright kid, but he’s still very socially immature.

 

Of course we also discussed ‘orientation’. As I’ve mentioned numerous times here,  adolescence was a difficult time for me…most people assumed I was gay. I knew I was different, but with no internet it was hard to figure out different how. ♀ & I will love and support him no matter what team he plays for, but we disagree on how his mother would react if  he were gay. ♀ thinks she would be devastated. She’d see it as a flaw in her otherwise perfect son. I, on the other hand, think she’d be quite pleased. She would remain the only woman in his life.

 

His mother is very closed minded about sex (when we were together she claimed to have never masturbated) so I hope he’ll come to us if when he has questions or concerns, but realistically I know…

 

 

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

My Best Friend Porn has become one of my favourite blogs to visit in recent months and believe it or not, it’s not because of the porn. If you haven’t been there, you really should. It’s hosted by The Guy and The Girl and they write short reviews on a variety of porn they find online. They write these reviews separately, but sometimes they’ll both comment on a video and they are so much fun. I just love their sense of humour and really, that’s the main reason I visit their site almost every day. I know that must sound like your dad saying he reads Playboy for the articles, but in my case it’s really true. Remember, I need permission to masturbate (♀ doesn’t give permission very often) so I don’t try to torment myself. OK OK, I do watch some, but not nearly as many as you might imagine.

 

In recent months The Girl & I started crushing on Bree Olson and…well, it might be easier to show you a conversation  The Girl  & I had. First, here are their reviews for this clip:

SHE SAYS:
Well, make that the first 15 minutes. It is all about the tease in this clip. It drives me absolutely, positively insane! I love this clip more than any other clip I have found. That girl receiving this amazing massage is so incredibly sexy. Watching someone get turned on as much as this girl does is almost enough to give me an orgasm. I am seriously getting incredibly turned on AGAIN while typing this. I seriously think that all porn should be like this clip. I love watching real people have real orgasms. I ♥ porn!

HE SAYS:
Agreed, this is one of my all-time favorite porn scenes too. The Girl is exactly right, the tease in the beginning is incredible. I was practically biting my nails waiting for her to finally remove that bra and touch those breasts! I think the blonde is Bree Olson. This is one of the most boner-inducing lesbian scenes ever!

Now here’s the conversation we had in the comment section:

# sweat shop sissyon 30 Jan 2009 at 9:18 pm

 

that entire clip was great, but i agree, the seduction at the beginning was amazing!

# The Girlon 31 Jan 2009 at 2:07 am

 

I really did have probably five orgasms the first time I watched it. I love the tease!

# The Girlon 02 Feb 2009 at 8:42 pm

 

GODDAMNIT!
I am totally commenting on my own blog right now because I just used this very clip again! Two orgasms by 10:13. What is wrong with me?

Maybe I should become Bree Olson’s personal cinematographer.

Yes, that’s my new goal in life.

# sweat shop sissyon 08 Feb 2009 at 5:54 pm

 

It’s good to have goals and that’s a very good goal to have. You will definitely need an assistant for a job like that and I would like to put my name in now for that position!
sss

# The Girlon 09 Feb 2009 at 12:23 am

 

sweat shop sissy, you are hired. OK, well, I guess it is settled. First things first: SSS, get Bree Olson’s agent on the phone. Have her send me her entire schedule via outlook appointment immediately. I would also like it printed out (31-day calendar style) and on my desk by Tuesday morning. We can then start scheduling the shoots. I have a few ideas when it comes to outfits, but I think maybe you can take part of that role.

There’s so much to do!

# sweat shop sissyon 09 Feb 2009 at 1:41 am

 

Hey Girl;
I wasn’t able to get April’s (Bree’s assistant) phone #, but I did find an email and sent her your request. I guess now we just need to wait with worms on out tongues (bated breath).
I’ll keep you posted!
sss

# The Girlon 09 Feb 2009 at 2:20 am

 

SSS,
I know it is early to say this, being that it is your first day on the job, but you are getting a raise! I cannot wait for our future in porn together watching Bree Olson get orgasms which will in turn give us orgasms. It’s going to be the best job ever!

Should I put in my two weeks at my stupid day job?

# The Guyon 09 Feb 2009 at 11:49 am

 

Um, just wondering who will be left behind at My Best Friend Porn headquarters to do the website while everyone is off having orgasms and filming Bree Olsen porn? It sounds a lot like I will be that person. This is bullshit.

# The Girlon 09 Feb 2009 at 8:44 pm

 

I was assuming that you and I were a very sexy team! The filming will take place at MBFP headquarters, silly.

 

Fun stuff, right?

While I was doing the research for my new job as The Girls assistant, I found this interview with Bree on Fleshbot . Don’t bother watching it, it’s probably one of the worst interviews ever, but one of the questions was, ‘do you remember the first porn you ever watched?’ Bree couldn’t remember the name of the it, but she described a movie from the seventies. In it a young girl is babysitting  and she lays a poster of John Travolta out on the floor and masturbates on his face. The parents of the child she’s babysitting come home early and catch her in the act. Then they promise not to tell her parents if she has sex with them. It made me laugh. I’d forgotten John Travolta was such a stud muffin back in the day.

 

Old Time Porn is a site I visit maybe once a month. It’s exactly what the title suggests. They only show short (maybe 1 min.) clips of the movies and you have to go to pay sites if you want to see the whole thing. I was there the other day to see what was new and imagine my suprise when I saw this clip. That’s the first porn movie Bree Olson ever watched! What are the odds of coming across the same obscure 70′s porno twice in a matter of weeks?

 

So, do you remember the first porno you ever watched? Mine was 800 Fantasy Lane. It must have been 1980 or ’81. A bunch of us rented a Beta video machine and a handful of tapes for a weekend house party. It was your typical teenage party; guys drinking beer and telling lies, people smoking too much weed and tipping over, girls flirting with everyone but me and all the drama and angst that goes along with parties like that. And in the background, 800 Fantasy Lane played over and over. Seriously, it must have been on for 8 or 10 hours continuously. Good times!

 

So, do you remember the first porno you ever watched? Tell us all about it!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

Yeah, I know I posted this a couple of months ago , but I don’t think very many people saw it and I think it’s hot. Besides that I’m working on a couple of stories for submission and I thought I should put something up on our sexy new site…

The move was a challenge, but ♀ is amazingly well organized and things unfolded pretty much as they were supposed to. Saturday was moving day and by Wednesday morning there wasn’t a cardboard box left in our nice new condo. Our storage locker down the hall is stuffed full of boxes and we haven’t hung anything up on the walls yet, but it’s starting to feel like home.

There were a couple of glitches on moving day. The guys delivering the new living room furniture decided there was no way in hell our new couch was going to fit in the elevator and they needed to be persuaded. It might be hard to imagine a sissy getting tough with a couple of burly movers, but I can turn it on if I really need to.

The other bit of excitement happened at the very end of the day. I’d only had about three hours sleep from when I got home from work Saturday morning and when the movers arrived and ♀ hadn’t had much more then that so by 10 pm we’d had enough. We decided we’d sleep better if we had a quick shower first (obviously our first in our new home). I was all soaped up and her hair was full of shampoo when the top half of the shower head popped off and landed on the bridge of her nose. She was between me and the tap and was bent over swearing a blue streak and there was water spraying everywhere…and yeah…exciting stuff.

The second night went way much better. We got lots of unpacking done and she even cooked a lovely roast dinner. It was the first time in almost a month that we’d had a home cooked meal that was actually cooked in our own home. It was so nice. After dinner she decided she wanted to have a bubble bath (there’s a very nice deep soaker tub in the ensuite. So I got it all ready for her; candles, soft music, a glass of red wine….the works.

I washed her back and filed her feet and marvelled at how it’ll be 7 years this month and I am still so madly in love with her. I wasn’t going to get in the tub with her, but she persuaded me and of course I was glad I did. Her skin was soft and silky from the bubble bath and she looked amazing in the candle light. We took turns using the wash cloth to drizzle warm water on each other. We kissed and touched and worked each other into a fine lather.

Once we were out of the tub though she wanted to slow things down a bit. I brushed and braided her hair then shaved her pussy. I must admit it was hard to concentrate because I could smell how horny she was, but a mistake down there with a razor would have been unforgivable and there was no blood shed.

Once I was done I had to give it the tongue test because that’s the best way to find any missed hairs and of course that led to things heating up again quite quickly. But after only a few short minutes she pushed my head away and said she was thirsty. She keeps a bottle of water on her night-stand and rolled over to get it. After a good long drink she backed up towards me (she was on all fours). I started licking her pussy again, but she had other ideas.

“Kiss my ass, Baby.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spread her cheeks apart and started kissing and licking and it didn’t take long for my tongue to be as deep into her rosebud as I could get it. She started rocking back and forth against me. “That’s it, Baby, tongue-fuck my horny little ass!”

Don’tchya just love it when spontaneous stuff like that happens? We were both so tuned on. It was amazing. She rolled over on her back and put a pillow underneath her hips. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

“Oh gawd, yes!” The head of my cock was shiny with precum.

“What hole do you want, Baby?” Her legs were pulled up against her chest and she wiggled at me.

“Your ass. I need to fuck your ass.”

She reached up and twisted one of my nipples so hard I thought I might come right there. “Beg me for it, Bitch.”

I moved up close to her so my cock rubbed against her clit and I whisped in her ear, “Please Mommy. Please let me fuck your tight little ass-hole.”

“Do you really think you deserve it? I only let good little boys fuck that hole.”

“Probably not Mommy, but I’ll try to be better and it’s been so long since you let me go there. Please oh please let me have your ass.”

“Well…OK. It’s not like that little pencil dick of yours is going to stretch me out to bad. Pass me my glass dildo, I want to at least feel like I have something inside me. She slowly started to fuck her cunt with the glass toy while I lubed her ass. Once I had two fingers inside of her she said, “OK now Bitch, now you can come and fuck Mommy’s tight little ass.”

Oh fuck I love that feeling when I pop inside of her. It’s so different then her mouth or cunt. Of course I love being there as well. It’s just that this doesn’t happen very often and we were so connected and turned on and fuck yeah it was hott. She twisted the toy around so I could feel it rubbing against my cock and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. “You like that don’t you Bitch? You like feeling another guys cock rubbing against yours, don’t you? One day I’m going to let you have that for real. You’d love to see me stuffed full of cock wouldn’t you? Maybe I’d invite another guy so I could have a cock in my mouth as well.”

That visual pushed me to the brink. “Oh Mommy I’m there. Please my I come in your ass!!”

“MMMM yes Baby. Fill my ass with all that sweet hot cum. That’s it Baby.”

It felt like I came buckets. I pumped stream after stream deep inside of her and when I slipped out I watched as a little trail of white oozed out of her ass. She twisted the toy around so it was hitting her G-spot and she kept playing with her clit. “Eat me Baby.”

Her inner thighs were covered with pussy juice and I eagerly started licking. She let go of the toy and slapped me hard across the face, “Not there, Bitch. Eat my ass out!”

“Oh no Mommy. Please not that.”

She slapped me again. “You do as you’re told, Bitch. Eat that cum out of my ass!”

I did as I was told. I kissed and licked and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go inside her freshly fucked ass as she kept fucking her cunt with the big glass toy and working her clitty. “Keep eating your cum out of my ass you dirty little boy. You’re a filthy little ass licking cum sucking bitch, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU???!!!”

She was screaming at me as wave upon wave rolled through her body and I kept eating as her juices poured out of her cunt and ran down to her ass and mixed with my juices and fuck yeah it was hot.

I wonder if any of our new neighbours could hear us?

sss

The move was a challenge, but ♀ is amazingly well organized and things unfolded pretty much as they were supposed to. Saturday was moving day and by Wednesday morning there wasn’t a cardboard box left in our nice new condo. Our storage locker down the hall is stuffed full of boxes and we haven’t hung anything up on the walls yet, but it’s starting to feel like home.

There were a couple of glitches on moving day. The guys delivering the new living room furniture decided there was no way in hell our new couch was going to fit in the elevator and they needed to be persuaded. It might be hard to imagine a sissy getting tough with a couple of burly movers, but I can turn it on if I really need to.

The other bit of excitement happened at the very end of the day. I’d only had about three hours sleep from when I got home from work Saturday morning and when the movers arrived and ♀ hadn’t had much more then that so by 10 pm we’d had enough. We decided we’d sleep better if we had a quick shower first (obviously our first in our new home). I was all soaped up and her hair was full of shampoo when the top half of the shower head popped off and landed on the bridge of her nose. She was between me and the tap and was bent over swearing a blue streak and there was water spraying everywhere…and yeah…exciting stuff.

The second night went way much better. We got lots of unpacking done and she even cooked a lovely roast dinner. It was the first time in almost a month that we’d had a home cooked meal that was actually cooked in our own home. It was so nice. After dinner she decided she wanted to have a bubble bath (there’s a very nice deep soaker tub in the ensuite. So I got it all ready for her; candles, soft music, a glass of red wine….the works.

I washed her back and filed her feet and marvelled at how it’ll be 7 years this month and I am still so madly in love with her. I wasn’t going to get in the tub with her, but she persuaded me and of course I was glad I did. Her skin was soft and silky from the bubble bath and she looked amazing in the candle light. We took turns using the wash cloth to drizzle warm water on each other. We kissed and touched and worked each other into a fine lather.

Once we were out of the tub though she wanted to slow things down a bit. I brushed and braided her hair then shaved her pussy. I must admit it was hard to concentrate because I could smell how horny she was, but a mistake down there with a razor would have been unforgivable and there was no blood shed.

Once I was done I had to give it the tongue test because that’s the best way to find any missed hairs and of course that led to things heating up again quite quickly. But after only a few short minutes she pushed my head away and said she was thirsty. She keeps a bottle of water on her night-stand and rolled over to get it. After a good long drink she backed up towards me (she was on all fours). I started licking her pussy again, but she had other ideas.

“Kiss my ass, Baby.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spread her cheeks apart and started kissing and licking and it didn’t take long for my tongue to be as deep into her rosebud as I could get it. She started rocking back and forth against me. “That’s it, Baby, tongue-fuck my horny little ass!”

Don’tchya just love it when spontaneous stuff like that happens? We were both so tuned on. It was amazing. She rolled over on her back and put a pillow underneath her hips. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

“Oh gawd, yes!” The head of my cock was shiny with precum.

“What hole do you want, Baby?” Her legs were pulled up against her chest and she wiggled at me.

“Your ass. I need to fuck your ass.”

She reached up and twisted one of my nipples so hard I thought I might come right there. “Beg me for it, Bitch.”

I moved up close to her so my cock rubbed against her clit and I whisped in her ear, “Please Mommy. Please let me fuck your tight little ass-hole.”

“Do you really think you deserve it? I only let good little boys fuck that hole.”

“Probably not Mommy, but I’ll try to be better and it’s been so long since you let me go there. Please oh please let me have your ass.”

“Well…OK. It’s not like that little pencil dick of yours is going to stretch me out to bad. Pass me my glass dildo, I want to at least feel like I have something inside me. She slowly started to fuck her cunt with the glass toy while I lubed her ass. Once I had two fingers inside of her she said, “OK now Bitch, now you can come and fuck Mommy’s tight little ass.”

Oh fuck I love that feeling when I pop inside of her. It’s so different then her mouth or cunt. Of course I love being there as well. It’s just that this doesn’t happen very often and we were so connected and turned on and fuck yeah it was hott. She twisted the toy around so I could feel it rubbing against my cock and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. “You like that don’t you Bitch? You like feeling another guys cock rubbing against yours, don’t you? One day I’m going to let you have that for real. You’d love to see me stuffed full of cock wouldn’t you? Maybe I’d invite another guy so I could have a cock in my mouth as well.”

That visual pushed me to the brink. “Oh Mommy I’m there. Please my I come in your ass!!”

“MMMM yes Baby. Fill my ass with all that sweet hot cum. That’s it Baby.”

It felt like I came buckets. I pumped stream after stream deep inside of her and when I slipped out I watched as a little trail of white oozed out of her ass. She twisted the toy around so it was hitting her G-spot and she kept playing with her clit. “Eat me Baby.”

Her inner thighs were covered with pussy juice and I eagerly started licking. She let go of the toy and slapped me hard across the face, “Not there, Bitch. Eat my ass out!”

“Oh no Mommy. Please not that.”

She slapped me again. “You do as you’re told, Bitch. Eat that cum out of my ass!”

I did as I was told. I kissed and licked and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go inside her freshly fucked ass as she kept fucking her cunt with the big glass toy and working her clitty. “Keep eating your cum out of my ass you dirty little boy. You’re a filthy little ass licking cum sucking bitch, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU???!!!”

She was screaming at me as wave upon wave rolled through her body and I kept eating as her juices poured out of her cunt and ran down to her ass and mixed with my juices and fuck yeah it was hot.

I wonder if any of our new neighbours could hear us?

sss

 

 

I was still awake when Uncle got up and we had about an hour just to ourselves. We didn’t really talk about anything important, just chatted. It was nice. I guess it’s like talking to a sibling who you were close to a long time ago. Someone you still really like and maybe wish you could see more of. It was comfortable and easy and there were so many things I could have said and there were so many things I didn’t need to say. He really is a great guy. He’s only ten years older then me and we spent a lot of time together when I was growing up. He’s more like a big brother then an uncle. He was the Best Man at our wedding.

 I had a restless sleep. We’ve been on the road almost 2 weeks and I miss sleeping in my own bed, surrounded by my own stuff. We’ve had a good holiday, but I’ve had enough driving and I want to get home. I think another reason for my troubled sleep is I’m concerned about Junior. The ‘celebration of life’ for his dad is Saturday and I think this is going to be a difficult weekend. Realistically he’s in for a tough year, the first…of everything…birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries…everything. I know in the short term at least he’s going to use alcohol to deal with things. Our job as parents will be to try to prevent him from doing serious damage to himself and that won’t be an easy task. How do I explain to a 19 year old that getting drunk isn’t really grieving? That it’s a process he has to go through, that there’s no going around it, that booze is only going to postpone it? I know it’s been less then a week. I know this weekend will be like a wake for his dad. I suppose he’s expected to drink right now…I just worry.

 ‘Don’t let them fool you with dope (or drink) and cocaine. No one can harm you, feel your own pain.’ John Lennon

 We went window shopping after I got up. ♀ had already checked out most of the shops while I was asleep, so she knew where to take me. We had a nice lunch in a heritage house…simple, tasty food with a nice atmosphere and good service. We went through a couple of kitchen type stores. I don’t think she was really planning on buying anything (our car is getting full), we were just looking for ideas and colours and…well, just looking. We did buy a really cool plant for Uncle & L. I don’t remember what’ it’s called, but it grows in water. The container it’s in looks like a brandy snifter with rocks in the bottom. You can see the roots dangling down…it’s cool. We also stopped at a toy store and we did end up buying a little something there; ankle and wrist restraints. It was just a cheap nylon set (all 4 four $30), but we decide why spend a lot until we know if we’ll use them regularly or not.

 After we left that store ♀ said she was horny, but Uncle would be home from work at 3:30 and that old house is NOT sound proof at all. We hurried back and it was 2:50 when we got up to our room. By 3:05 we’d both had orgasms and I was ready for a nap. Who here doesn’t like the occasional fast furious fuck?

 nap time

Uncle & L were getting dinner ready when I got up. Her daughter was there too. She’s 18 and cute, but I think her mom spoils her. She and Uncle jab at each other some. If he wasn’t so good natured I think there’d be problems. My very pregnant cousin came over for dinner. She was young the last time I saw her…maybe 8. I could sure see mom in her, but I wouldn’t hold that against her. She was nice. I liked her dry sense of humour. We all had a really nice dinner together. Uncle bbq some chicken, there were green beans and spuds and L baked a cake. Tomorrow Uncle and daughter are driving to Kamloops to be with one of his other very pregnant daughters. She’s scheduled for a C section tomorrow. So in less then a month he should have his first two grand-babies. I told him the third daughter will be jealous now and L has two daughters and it won’t be long until there’s a whole gaggle of grand kids.

During dinner, Cousins’ boobs sprung a leak and she soaked through her shirt. That led to a lively discussion about lactation and breast feeding and feeding in public. I hope ♀ was proud of me for not blurting out that if we’d ever had a baby together I might never have let her milk dry up. Nursing is a reoccurring fantasy and like most fantasies, I can’t imagine ever getting bored of it. Even though I’d never planned on having kids, I’m sure ♀ & I would have had a lot of fun being pregnant.

After dinner we headed for Kelowna. That WAS part of original plan, but after last weekend we’d decided to go straight home after Revelstoke. But she talked to her dad and he was really hoping to see us and really it was only going to add another hour to our driving and Junior is back to work and so we don’t really have much to worry about until the weekend and so 2.5 hours later I was having a beer with my father-in-law. It’s not really a big deal (except I miss my bed) I like her dad. He’s a guy who has made some big mistakes in his life. He’s paid for them, owned up to them, apologized for them and if you can’t forgive him…oh well. He’s building a life for he and his wife and as far as fathers-in-law go, I could have done WAY worse.

We had a couple of drinks with the in-laws then I took ♀ out to their new motor home (it’s huge) and tucked her into our last strange bed for awhile…I hope. Tomorrow it’s homeward bound and Junior and work and ♀ starts new job and getting all of our shit sorted and packed and moved and unpacked and then the Christmas silliness starts and yeah I think it’ll be a challenging few months.

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You’ll never guess what I did at 4 am today…I hopped a fence and went skinny dipping in the hot springs. It was so nice having the whole place to myself. I was sorry ♀ wasn’t there with me, but we’d had a difficult night and besides I’m not sure how we would have explained both of us wandering around outside to the woman at the front desk. I explained what 30 years of night shift does to a person and told her I was walking down to the beach. We decided to spend a second night here so I was able to sleep in a bit. It was nice.

♀ called her dad…and cried…former sister-in-law….and cried…Junior …and cried. It’s understandable, of course.  Besides having a child together, he’d been a part of her life since high school. A big part of why she’s upset right now is how this had hurt Junior, but eventually she’ll need to come to terms with her own issues.

We tried making love a couple of times, but she couldn’t find her mojo (hardly surprising) she offered to give me lovin’ (she’s so great), but I told her no. We did get naked and lay on the bed just touching each other for a while. I don’t know if being a sissy has anything to do with it, but I really liked just doing that.

♀ put the butt plug in me and we went for a stroll down to the lake in the late afternoon sunshine. There was no beach to speak of, but we found an old boat launch that was nice and private and took some pictures. When we got back we went for another dip in the hot springs.  First we went into the caves, which are quite hot. Right beside them is a very cold ‘stream-fed’ pool. ♀wanted me to go in…at first I refused, but then she said she’d fuck me with the ‘Feeldoe’ so in I jumped. After that we went into the big pool. It’s a little cooler then the caves, but still very nice. We spent most of our time fondling each other and making comments about the women in the pool: cuteness, nice boobs, fat asses, odd tattoos, interesting bathing suits, the dynamics of the couples we saw…the list is endless.

When we got back D called to say we have a done deal on the apartment. Yippee!

I braided her hair and laced her into her corset. She hasn’t worn it for several weeks. The dress she wore to dinner wasn’t fancy, but wow the corset made her look uberhot even in a plain dress.  The waiters seemed to be making lots of trips past our table. Unfortunately, we had a waitress and the service was terrible. I think she was jealous.

After dinner we went back into the hot springs. We found a relatively quiet corner in the caves and made out until ♀ got over heated. We went into the big pool and ♀ sat on my lap and teased me. It was all light and playful until I felt a big warm gush. She was peeing on me!  I love it when she pisses on me, but for her to do it there…well fuck! It made me really really excited. She could feel how hard my cock was getting so she turned around and asked me if I wanted to fuck her right there in the pool with all the people around. I told her I did, but I thought there would be a lack of lubrication in the water. The pool was still quite crowded and lots of people were sitting on other peoples laps so that didn’t attract attention.  The mineral water is murky so nobody could really see what was going on. She kept necking with me and playing with my nipples and fiddling with positions and then holy doodle, I was inside of her. There were people all around us and she just bounced lightly up and down on my cock. It was so freakin’ exciting. After about 10 minutes they announced it was closing time and people needed to get out of the pool. It was pretty clear I wasn’t going to be able to come with that kind of pressure and I was going to need a few minutes to settle down so she got off me and we composed ourselves. Even though neither of us had an orgasm, it was an intensely exciting experience.

When we got back to our room, we had a shower and shaved the various body parts that needed shaving. When we got out she told me to kneel on the bed and she brought out our new flogger. She beat me for about ten minutes; lightly at first, then harder and harder. By the time she stopped, my ass was on fire and my cock was rock hard again. She lay on her back and I entered her easily. Then spread my legs like a good sissy. I bit her lip while we were kissing and she slapped my face. She reminded me that only she is allowed to inflict pain and unless she says otherwise she expects me to kiss like a girl…gently. She told me what a bad boy I was for fucking her in the pool and how I would have been punished and publicly humiliated if I’d been caught. It didn’t take long for me to come.

By this time, ♀had found her mojo and really needed an orgasm. So we continued with the pool fantasy while I fingered her come filled cunt. A strapping young boy had been watching us and knew what was going on. He edged closer to us and when he was sitting right next to us he slipped his hand down into his own bathing suit. I was unaware of his presence, but ♀ locked eyes with him and licked her lips in the most seductive way, encouraging him as she bounced up and down on my cock. When all three of us were very close, the strapping young boy grabbed me by the hips and lowered me onto his lap with ♀ still impaled on my cock. He didn’t enter me, but he grabbed ♀ breasts with his big strong hands, pulled her to him and kissed her like a real man with me sandwiched between them. That one image is what did it for her and she had a long intense orgasm.

Yeah, it was smokin’ hot! But I haven’t forgotten she owes me a <Feeldoe> fuck.

I decided I wouldn’t be able to sleep with the plug in so removed it without her permission before going to bed. It was just after 6 am and she was still snoring, but I was really horny. Well, the day before I’d played with myself for quite awhile in the car and hadn’t come. And that night we’d had sex, but only ♀ had a Big O. So I was overdue. As mentioned before, I’m the luckiest sissy in the whole world because she woke up enough to give me lovin’s without even complaining…much. Well she said I was a very bad boy, but that just made it hotter.

Maybe it was the hard bed, but I had a very restless sleep with lots of bad dreams. I couldn’t remember any of them, I just woke up feeling decidedly unsettled. It didn’t help that the phone rang while ♀ was at the gym. I have a feeling it was the front desk asking why we hadn’t checked out yet. We always ask for a late check out, but we seem to get an early call or the key doesn’t work or something. I think the rest of the trip will be even harder as the places we’ve called so far have an 11 am check out and late is noon. In the states it was noon and 1 pm.

Anyway, before we left Spokane ♀ wanted to make one more stop and wouldn’t you know it she found an ataman. She’s got this thing about ataman’s lately. I think we had one that we kept toys in when I was a kid. This one holds two little ataman’s inside and the top is a tray if you turn it upside down.   If you’d seen how full our car was before we stopped you might have thought there was no way in hell that big box was going to fit, but you don’t know ♀. She’s an expert at packing and making things fit. It really is an amazing thing.  Actually, I tell a lie. That stop was in some town in Idaho. I know that because I noticed none of the motorcycle riders we saw were wearing helmets.

The only really notable thing about the drive to the border was we stopped at a bistro in Sandpoint, Idaho for lunch. We shared a really tasty sandwich and some pasta salad. Our waitress was short (I had to get ♀ wine glass because the waitress couldn’t reach it) and curvy and very cute, except her pants were to big so she had droopy drawers.

I told ♀ that when I was in my teens, girls that looked like that made me weak in the knees. I’ve always been attracted to short and curvy…Just like ♀.  She wondered out loud the same thing I’ve asked myself a thousand times; why did I spend 10 years with tall, angular and passionless? Lack of confidence, low self-esteem, not being honest with myself or maybe it was more a question of just not knowing me. That led to an interesting discussion on not discovering my sissy self until later in life and how that could have been a factor in some terrible life decisions. If we assume that I’ve always been a sissy (I’m talking about needing to be submissive) it stands to reason I would look for relationships with a dominate personality. And if I wasn’t aware that I was doing that and if the person I was involved with had no conscience it’s easy to see how I could be taken advantage of. I’m not suggesting that it wasn’t my fault. I’m responsible for those decisions. It just helps to understand the ‘how and why’.

We called her dad to see if he wanted anything from the duty-free store and he somehow had managed to get the weeks mixed up so he’s not even going to be in Kelowna next weekend. ♀ thought she remembered my aunt saying she wouldn’t be there either. So we spent some time trying to decide what plan ‘B’ should be. We called my mom to see if we should meet them, but that wasn’t going to work. We were amused to hear it was pissing rain at the coast. It was nice and sunny here.

We stopped at a little shit-hole just before the border to fill the car up and buy a couple of bottles. The border crossing was tiny and seemed…ummm…not very secure. Note to self: if I take up smuggling, that crossing might be worth the drive. We had considered spending a night in Creston, but it turned out to be not much so we decided to push on. At first we were going to go to the Ainsworth Hot Springs, but decided to take a detour to <Nelson> instead. To get there we needed to drive an hour to take a 35 minute ferry ride across Kootenay Lake. Along the way we passed the <Glass House>. It’s a round house on the shore of the lake made entirely out of empty formaldehyde bottles. We didn’t go in, but stopped and took some pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shortly after that we came upon a motorcycle accident. A guy had hit a patch of gravel on a corner (it was a very twisty highway) and down he went. His bike was totaled, but other then some road rash on his face didn’t seem to be hurt. It could have been sooooo much worse. I couldn’t help thinking about the riders we saw in Idaho.

The ferry ride across the lake at sunset was nice. We stood up on the top deck and made out like high school kids. It was another 30 minutes to the hotel and by the time we arrived, we’d had enough. It’s a funny thing about road trips, they involve a lot of driving. We stayed at another Best Western in the old part of town. Cool looking building and the room is nice. Had an Ok dinner at the hotel restaurant, and then had a soak in a not-very-hot hot tub. We met a couple from Kamloops and talked for a bit. I think we must sound like newly-weds just moving out of our parents house. Like we’re buying our first apartment together and new furniture and making all these plans for when we won’t be living with grumpies anymore.

Life begins when the kids move out and the pets all die!

We talked to Junior. He was hung-over, but it didn’t sound like anything earth shattering had been going on. We talked to D and he sounds confident that the rest of our subjects will be removed before the Tuesday deadline. We called ahead and booked 2 nights at the <Ainsworth Hot Springs.> The plan now is: after Ainsworth we’ll just spend an afternoon at the Nakkusp Hotsprings, then 2 nights in Revelstoke with my uncle, and the last 2 nights….we’re not sure…maybe Shuswap Lake.

We watched the closing ceremonies of the Olympics before we made love. Unfortunately, her tummy was bothering her and she wasn’t able to have an orgasm.

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