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?

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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?

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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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I woke up to the phone ringing at 7:30 am. I was disoriented and didn’t pick up on time. ♀ wasn’t in the room and I couldn’t fall back asleep. She showed up a few minutes later with breaky and guess what? She was horny. It was kind of an unusual time for me to be up and…up, but we had smokin’ hot sex. She sucked my cock for awhile then climbed on board. She spread my legs and I wrapped them around her. I love that position…it feels so submissive and girly. She even kissed me like I was the girl and played with my little titties. I didn’t come that way though. We switched position and she bitch-slapped me and played rough with my nipples. That’s what pushed me over. For hers I talked to her like I was still a girl and she was my girl friend and she was giving her chocolate-cherry to my daddy.  She was able to buy into the fantasy even though all I had in her ass was my finger. Ahhh…the power of imagination.

I slept for a few more hours before we checked out of our room. Our last planned activity before we left the coast was dune buggy rides. We went to <Sandland Adventures> and our driver was Crazy Dave. The dune buggy we were in had 7 passengers. Wow! What a fun hour. Dave said when he opened it up we were doing over 60 mph. The sand dunes are actually covering up an entire forest. It was such a blast flying up and down the dunes.  It was a beautiful sunny day and there were lots of other people out as well. Saw one guy getting pulled around on an easy chair. We left the dunes and went along the beach for awhile. It was amazing with the waves crashing in. We went back out onto the dunes before the hour was up. It was hard to keep my mouth shut cuz of the laughing and screaming and I ate a lot of sand. It got everywhere. Even ♀ bra was full of sand. It was definitely a high-light of our trip.

We stopped in the Old Town for lunch before heading off to Portland. The 3 hour trip was uneventful (thanks GPS) along twisty-turny but scenic highways until we got on the I-5 then it was just straight north. Things got kind of off track when we got to Portland. We drove right into the city instead of staying out a ways and we didn’t pre-book a room. That led to some frustration and an expensive not very nice hotel (Mark Spencer). We also ended up paying more for dinner then we were used to. After we got back to the hotel, we had a shower to try to get the sand out and spent the rest of the evening having a few drinks and having some quality naked time. We spent a lot of time trying to decide if we still wanted to go to the Kootenay’s or if we should head straight home. There were several good arguments for both choices. In the end we decided to pre-book a room just outside of Spokane. We’ll go to the Kootenays, but if we find someplace we really like we’ll spend a few days there rather then doing the <entire hot springs loop>. The trip to Spokane should take about 6 hours and we agreed to change drivers every 2 hours so it should be Ok.

When we went to bed, we were both a little horny, but drinks and fatigue put those ideas on hold until later.

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The dune buggies was the ride of a life time. It was like four by fouring in the sand. What a thrill. I would recommend it to any body that likes a good (fast)time.  Funny thing….I am not one to like roller coasters,  but loved the dune buggies. Go figure.

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I know some people really get creeped out by ‘mommy’ and  ‘daddy’ in role playing. Does it help knowing that most people who do like it are so not thinking about their own parental units?

No? Well, you might want to skip this post.  ♀ isn’t ‘mommy’ all the time, but it is a very common scenario for us. It’s an easy way to express the D/s dynamic and ‘mommy’s little baby’ feels like a natural extension of cross-dressing/panty-boy/sissy.

♀ & I were in bed basking in the glow of our love (lame cliches & no sex…even the mommy lovers are heading for the exits). We were cuddling, our limbs intertwined, bodily fluids still dripped, adding to the warm wet spot. The TV was the only light in our room. King Kong 2005 was on. (Very cool special effects, but nobody does damsel in distress like Fay Wray) I felt satisfied and relaxed and I wasn’t fighting the urge to have a 20 minute snooze when ♀ pinched my nipple. Hard.

I jerked awake and she pinched me again. This time on my ass and I realized we were entangled in such a way that she had me pinned. She still out-weighs me, though not for much longer and she’s very strong and I could not break free. She pinched my ass. She scratched my back. She tickled me. Dear gawd she tickled me; my inner thighs and arm pits. She dug her thumb under my hip bone. She bit me; my ear lobe, neck and shoulders. She was merciless, it was torture, it was brilliant.

I struggled, but to no avail. I shrieked and screamed and as her assault continued my voice got higher and higher. At some point in my wild thrashing about, my elbow connected with her breast. It’s not like I did it on purpose, but she was pissed. She told me to roll over and she sat on the back of my legs. She gave me the hardest, longest hand-to-ass spanking I have ever had in my life. Then the pinching and tickling and scratching and biting started again. Everywhere was fair game…including leaning back to get my feet. If I tried to twist around she slapped my face. I started going hoarse from screaming, my muscles ached from struggling, my ribs hurt from laughing, my skin felt like it was on fire.

I have no idea how long it lasted. It felt like forever, but I’m guessing 20-30 minutes. Eventually I managed to slither out from underneath her and crash landed on the floor. I lay there panting and exhausted.

“Have you had enough, baby?”

She told me to get back in bed and that she wouldn’t hurt me anymore, but still I jumped every time she moved. She was laying on her side and motioned for me to cuddle into her. Once I was settled, she lifted a breast towards my mouth.

“You can nurse baby as long as you promise not to get excited. Do you think you can do that?”

She’s let me masturbate while nursing before, but I agreed to control myself and I took the nipple she offered into my mouth. She gently stroked my head and back while I suckled and she started talking…more to herself I think, then to me. She talked about how much she enjoyed completely dominating me, but perhaps she should look into a more effective way to restrain me. She really didn’t like the elbow to her tit. She talked about how much her hand hurt after the spanking and maybe she should find something else to do that with. She said that now there’s no doubt about my status as a sissy; only a sissy could get beat up by a girl. She said I even sounded like a sissy when I was screaming, but children and neighbours might find it a little disturbing so next time she might need to gag me with something.

While I was laying in her arms like that I felt so incredibly…I’m really struggling to find the words…I felt so submissive to ♀…like I’m fulfilling my destiny by being dominated by her. I felt so right…so complete. Like my purpose in life is to give myself to her completely…unconditionally. I felt more like a sissy then I have ever felt before and for that brief moment all was how it should be.

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I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards my crotch, forcing my still dripping cock into her mouth. She made gagging and retching noises as the last of my pee dripped onto her tongue. “What, you don’t like the taste of my piss in that filthy little mouth of yours? There’s going to be a lot more you don’t like by the time I’m done with you.”

The look she shot up at me through the smeared make-up really was that of an obstinate teen. “Suck it bitch. Suck it just like I taught you. I want my cock to get hard in your mouth.”

I held on to her pig-tails, her face pulled tight against me, I could feel the underside of my shaft lengthening along her tongue. “Did you suck that pimply-faced boys’ cock today?”

She nodded, yes.

“Was he as big as me?”

I loosened my grip on her hair so she could answer. “He wasn’t pimply-faced at all. He was a jock and he was so much bigger then you, I could barely get the head of it in my mouth.”

I pulled back hard on her hair and started fucking her mouth. “It doesn’t matter how many cocks you suck bitch; we both know that you were daddy’s little cock-sucker first.”

The look she gave me from the tub with my penis in her mouth; well lets just say for a moment I had a vision of her biting it right off.

I fucked her face like that until I was fully loaded and sliding in and out of her throat. I told her to get out of the tub and lay on the floor. “What else did you let this big dumb jock do to you bitch?”

“Anything he wanted to do. When he finger fucked me, his fingers were so thick I came all over his hand.”

I slid two fingers inside her pussy and curled them up against her g-spot.

“He said he loved my breasts and he knew exactly how to play with my nipples.”

She reached up to try and touch them. I slapped at her hand, but she moved it and I hit her breast. She gasped and her pussy tightened on my fingers, so I slapped her breast again, even harder this time. “This isn’t about your pleasure bitch.”

I pulled my fingers out and slid my cock into her now very wet cunt. “Did he fuck you?”

“He fucked me so often I lost count. He was so young and strong, it didn’t take him days to get hard like you.”

We were nose to nose and I asked, “Did he like your tight little cunt?”

“He loved it. I told him I was so tight because the only other cock I’d ever had was a tiny little pencil dick that really didn’t really count for anything.”

I tried to look even angrier when I told her to roll over. I’ve accidentally hurt her before in this position so I try to be careful, but not this time. I slammed my cock back inside of her with one strong thrust. If it hurt, she didn’t let on. “You know what else? He didn’t use a condom. What do you think of that? Does it turn you on knowing there’s another man’s come all over your cock?”

“You think your tough, don’t you? You’re nothing but a dirty little skank.” I grabbed her hips and started fucking her even harder. I noticed her hand reaching up towards her pussy so I slapped the angry red welts from my belt on her ass and her whole body shuddered. “I told you before, you don‘t get pleasure until you learn respect.”

“You’re not the boss of me. It’s my body and my life and I’ll do what ever I want.”

I leaned across her back and whispered in her ear, “You listen to me, bitch. I’ve owned your sorry ass for a long time. Everything you know about sex, you learned from me and it’ll be a long time before any man does anything to you that I haven’t done before.”

My cock was still buried deep in her pussy and I grabbed a pig-tail and pulled her head around so I could look her in the eye. “But there is one place where no man has gone before, isn’t there bitch? And tonight I’m going to take that away from you as well.”

I reached under the counter and pulled out the only lubricant I could find; an old jar of Vaseline. I opened the jar, spread the cheeks of her ass apart and applied some of the cold jelly on her virgin hole.

Before you start sending me hate mail, I’ve fucked her ass numerous times before and she’s really quite fond of it. Honest.

She struggled to get free, but I held on tight to her hair. With my cock still buried deep in her cunt, she wasn’t going anywhere. I pushed my index finger into her lubed asshole.”No daddy, please don’t!” She squealed. “You always said that was an exit only. You said you would never touch me there.”

“That was before you decided to become the town whore. I fucked your mouth first and your pussy first and now I’m going to take that chocolate cherry of yours as well.” And I forced a second finger into her ass. She clenched my fingers as I stroked the top of my cock through her lining. After a few moments, I pulled my fingers out and positioned my cock at the entrance to her forbidden zone.

I’d barely started to enter her when she yelled, “If you do this to me, I’ll tell mommy!”

“Mommy already knows you’re a skank. She’s always known. She thinks it’s better you then her.” And I started the slow steady push into her rectum.

“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She screamed when I was all the way in.

This probably sounds weird coming from a sissy, but her screams and the way she was struggling and the way the whole scene had unfolded was a huge turn-on for me and it didn’t take long for me to get to the edge. I didn’t come in her ass though. I pulled out with an audible pop and jerked my load onto her back.

When I’d recovered enough, I stood up and positioned her before me in front of the mirror. I wiped the ejaculate and lube from her back and rubbed it into the sweat, make-up and piss on her face and down onto her breasts. “Do you see what happens to filthy little skanks that disobey their daddy?”

She looked at her self like she didn’t recognize her reflection. I sat down on the toilet and said, “Lay down here and masturbate for me. I want to watch you come.”

She did as she was told; put one foot on my lap and the other one on the edge of the bath tub, and started to play. The mechanics of her masturbatory session were as they usually are; dip fingers into wetness, circle clitoris, repeat as necessary, but emotionally it was very different. She kept her eyes closed the whole time and there was none of the usual banter between the two of us. She did mutter some; ‘filthy little whore, dirty skank’, that sort of thing, but it all was going on in her head, not with me. In fact my only involvement other then as spectator was right near the end when she grabbed my foot and tried to shove it into her pussy.

I suppose the acoustics of the bathroom made her orgasm sound different then usual, but even still the sounds she made when she came were so guttural, primal, painful. As if they were being ripped out of her. It was really quite disconcerting.

When she was done, she just lay there in a foetal position. I started the shower then helped her into the tub. She was as limp as a rag doll so I got her to sit in the tub while I carefully bathed her. I washed and conditioned her hair, then used the puff and her favourite body lotion to wash her. When I was done, I set the shower head to massage and ran it back and forth across her shoulders and up and down her back until we started running out of hot water. I helped her out of the tub, dried her off and tucked her into bed. That entire time, from the end of her orgasm until she fell asleep, we never spoke a word.

She woke up when I came to bed the next morning. We made love, but other then asking me when I knew that she was playing a game, we really haven’t talked about it.

I’m still feeling kind of weird about the whole thing.

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As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ & I have had some scheduling challenges the past few weeks. That’s not a big surprise to either of us, but still, I miss her. She left me an email for when I got up Saturday afternoon, telling me that she’d be home from work just after 6pm and we were meeting a friend of hers and her guy at a new Thai restaurant on the beach. She said she’d already made reservations for 7pm. She also told me she wanted me to wear all male clothes. It had been a long week and there was no one home so it was nice and quiet and I didn’t wake up until just after 3pm. I read her email and wasn’t really bothered about her clothing request. She doesn’t ask for that very often and it’s pretty much been all sissy all the time lately. I had a shower and shaved, put on a load of laundry, did the breakfast dishes (even in man clothes, I’m still her bitch) and went upstairs to get dressed.

The only men’s undies I still have are a couple of pair of silk boxers so I put on the Bugs Bunny ones, lined dress pants (some men’s clothes do feel nice) with a leather belt and a nice shirt. I decided against a tie, but put on some cologne. By this time it was about 5pm and I was starting to get hungry. Dinner was a couple hours away so I had a sandwich and a cola. I played some online backgammon and about 5:45 I decided that it would take her awhile to get ready so I had a beer. At 6:30 she wasn’t home yet so I called her cell. It was turned off. I had another beer. At 7pm, an hour past when she said she’d be home there was still no ♀ and no phone call. Her phone was still turned off. Her friends phone was turned off. I was more worried then annoyed, we let each other know where we are. That’s just common courtesy, right? I opened a third beer just as she pulled into the driveway.

Ok before I go any further, I need to tell you about something that happened a couple of days before she started school. We were in Walmart getting the last of her school supplies and before we left, we went through the ladies clothing department. They had the cutest little skirts on sale. They were short, pleated, plaid with big black belts. They also had plaid Mary Jane style shoes to match. with some knee high white stockings and a white blouse and you’d have the most adorable little school girl outfit for under $50. She insisted that she would never wear a skirt that short, and the only skirt that would have fit me was blue and the only shoes that would have fit were red. I tried to convince her that even if it never got worn out of the house, one of us should have that outfit. But in the end we didn’t get it.

So in she walked an hour late, wearing a little plaid school girl skirt like the one we saw in Walmart and hell yes, it was very short. She was not wearing the matching Mary Janes, but heels. They must have been at least 4′ with thin black straps that wrapped up her stocking clad calves. She almost never wears heels because she claimed that they hurt her feet and hips and the rare time she does, they sure as hell aren’t heels like that. The white blouse she was wearing was tied just below her breasts, exposing the tummy she’s always trying so hard to hide. Her breasts; holy crap, her breasts were huge. The only way she could have that much cleavage showing was if she had my silicone inserts in her bra. Don’t forget she had a breast reduction before she met me. She had her hair in pig-tails and at the top of each one she had a little pink bow. She’s 39 years old for god sake! She was wearing make-up. She almost never does that and when she does, she uses it very sparingly. Not on Saturday. She had it plastered on, thick and nasty and when she sauntered in chewing bubble gum and swinging a little purse she looked like a Tim Burton version of a middle-aged woman trying to look like a slutty school girl. It was, to say the least, disturbing. And that’s coming from a guy who spends a lot of time dressed as a woman, but still shaves his head and not his face.

“You’re late.”

“So.”

“We were supposed to meet Christina at 7.”

“I called her and told her we couldn’t make it.”

“But you couldn’t be bothered to call me?”

“I forgot.”

“Yeah, right. Are we still going out? I haven’t eaten yet.”

“You can go out. I’ve already eaten.”

“I’ve been waiting for an hour. Where did you go for dinner.”

“We went to Earls.”

“We? Who is we?”

“Just a friend.” She flipped one of her pig-tails back and that’s when I saw it; a big fucking hickey on her neck.

Ok, so I need to interject a couple of things here. Even before the start of my sissification, we’d talked about the possibility of including others. Various men and women have been part of role playing and trash talk in our bedroom. Together we’ve had cyber sex with both sexes. We often talk about potential candidates; both people we know and random strangers we happen to see. So far we’ve never done it, but we both agreed on one firm rule: Sexual contact of any kind with anybody else will only be permitted if we both agree to it and if both of us participate. In other words, No Fucking Cheating!!! The other thing you should know is she never cancelled her Classmates.com membership after she met me and recently she joined Facebook.com. In the past month or so guys have been coming out of the woodwork wanting to ‘reconnect’ with her; old boyfriends, guys that only wish they could have been her boyfriend back in the day, married guys, divorced guys, guys who have an ‘understanding’ with their significant other. ♀ had been showing me all the emails and as far as I knew she hadn’t met up with any of them. Our relationship was based on trust and respect so I had no reason to feel threatened or jealous, but let’s face it, I am a sissy and I sometimes worry that I’m not man enough for her.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘just a friend’?” I asked as I reached for her neck.

She slapped my hand away. “I don’t have to tell you anything, you‘re not my father.” And she jutted her chin out like a snotty little kid.

“We had an agreement.”

“What are you going to do about it, sissy?”

“I’ll show you what I’m going to do about it. If you’re going to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat.” And I took my belt off.

“You don’t have the balls”, she sneered.

In one quick movement I grabbed her wrist, sat down on a kitchen chair and pulled her over my knee. I lifted up her skirt and do you know what she had on underneath? About a month ago a friend of ours was in Los Angeles and while she was there, she bought ♀ a leopard print bra and matching crotchless panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood. She hadn’t worn them for me yet, but apparently she’d worn them for some guy who’d been chewing on her neck. It takes a lot to get me angry, but I was riled. I folded the belt in half and I spanked her hard one, two, three times. She didn’t cry out, but on the third crack of the belt on her ass I felt something warm on my lap. I pushed her off and do you know what she’d done??? She’d pissed on me!!! Now, she’s peed on me lots of times in the shower. In fact I’d like her to piss on me even more often then she does, but bloody hell; in the kitchen, on my pants?

“Ah, it looks like the little sissy peed himself.”

“You bitch! Get the fuck out of my sight!”

She turned and meandered towards the stairs and as she went she started getting undressed. As she took off her skirt and panties and blouse and bra and my silicone inserts she just dropped them on the floor. One of my fake boobies fell through the stairs and landed in the kitty litter box. I finished my beer, tried to calm down them followed her upstairs gathering her discarded clothes as I went.

She was in the bathroom when I got there, sitting on the toilet taking her shoes and stockings off. The shower was already running. I reached in and turned it off.

“Get in and sit down,” I told her.

She looked at me hard for a moment then did as I’d instructed. I took off my wet pants and shorts and stood at the edge of the tub facing her. “You think getting pissed on is funny? Let’s see how you like it.”

“Yeah, right,” she said, and started to laugh.

She had every right to laugh. For some reason I can’t pee in front of anyone. In a public washroom, I need to wait for a stall because I can’t go in the urinal if someone else is there. In six years she’s never watched me pee, but I was really angry and my bladder was full of a cola and three beer. I stood at the edge of the tub and I let it rip. I pissed all over her hair and face and breasts; everywhere. She didn’t even try to get out of the way or block the stream. I bet you didn’t know this, but urine makes great make-up remover. It was pouring off her face. You can’t even imagine what a mess she was. Guess where else it was running from? Her neck! The big fucking hickey was running down her neck. This was all just some elaborate ruse she’d thought up.

♀ works early mornings and is usually gone by the time I get home from work, but since she’s been going to school her days off are now mid-week. This past Wednesday night as I was leaving for work, she insisted that I call to wake her up when I was on my way home so she could get up and make me breakfast. I told her I’d probably be done early and was she sure she wanted to be woken up at 4:30am. She insisted, so I called. I was a nice guy and picked her up a coffee on the way home.

She greeted me wearing a skimpy red nightie and a smile and we had a very nice breakfast together (eggs with diced red peepers and cheese in wraps with strawberries and starfruit on the side; in case you wondered). After breakfast we had a shower together. That’s usually a night time activity for us, but she’d changed the bed the night before and really, is there anything nicer then shower clean and linen fresh?

We were both tired, but we made love. Quietly and efficiently would probably be a good description. Not that it was without passion. It’s just we needed to get to sleep, we both know what buttons to push and we both got what we needed with a minimum of effort. We fell asleep quickly while I spooned her. My wet cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, my hand holding her breast.

♀ got up about two hours later to get ready for school. I played possum, watching her surreptitiously as she got ready for her day. First she peaked outside to see what kind of day it was then she picked out all her clothes and set them on her dresser. Next she examined herself in our two bedroom mirrors. She checked her breasts; frowned at the scars from her reduction and smiled at my hand print still visible on her right tit. She grabbed her belly fat with both hands and gave it a good shake. She examined her pussy then sniffed her fingers and as she was turning around to check her ass in the mirror I caught a glimpse of our dried love-making juices on her inner thighs.

She started getting dressed; first her bra, the new white one that does up in the front and a low cut blouse. Next the purple boy shorts with the tie at the back and the tight capri jeans. She sat on the edge of the bed to pull her socks on and I grabbed her and pulled her over. You can’t imagine how horny I was from watching my wife get dressed. I was ravenous, I had to have her. I tore at her clothes. I kissed her hard. I tongue-fucked her ear. I bit her neck. I squeezed her breasts together and pushed them up to her face. I pushed one nipple into her mouth while I bit the other one. I licked and nibbled my way down, down towards her pussy. Her outer lips still had my dried cum on them, and when I spread her apart, there was already a steady stream of fresh pussy juice. I dove in and ♀ started talking.

“My, my you certainly are an excited little boy today. Were you listening at the bedroom door when Daddy & I were making love? What have I told you about doing that? Do you like how I taste Baby? Do you like licking Daddy’s seed out of Mommy’s hot little cunt?”

I pushed her legs up towards her chest and started licking her ass, plunging my tongue as deep into her rosebud as it could go.

“Oh Baby, you know how much I love it when you play with my ass. You’re the only one I let do that.”

I moved up and sucked hard on her clitty, then down through her pussy to lick the juices that had pooled on her asshole; her juices, my juices, Daddy’s juices. I wanted to crawl inside her cunt and eat her from the inside out.

“Are you going to come all over the sheets like a sissy Baby or are you going to fuck me?”

“Get on you knees.”

“You’re so cute when you try to be forceful. Are you going to try and fuck me like a real…?”

I grabbed her hips and entered her fully in one hard thrust. She gasped and didn’t say anything for a few moments; just moaned while I fucked her incredibly wet pussy. Squelch, squelch, squelch.

“Is it me that’s got you so excited, or is it the sloppy seconds that have you so turned on Baby?”

I felt her reach underneath and cup my balls.

“That’s it isn’t it Baby, you just love knowing there’s another man’s cum all over your cock and balls.”

I pulled out for a second and went back down to lick up some of the excess girl goo, finger fucked her then moved back up between her thighs. I thrust back into her cunt and started playing with her ass with my pussy lubed fingers. I worked one then two fingers into her tight asshole. I could feel the shaft of my cock through her lining.

“You like touching yourself like that don’t you Baby? I bet you’re imagining it’s another man’s cock sliding along yours. What would be more of a turn on for you Baby, feeling another man’s cock rubbing against yours or seeing Mommy getting both her holes stuffed at once?”

Then I did something I’ve never done before. I slapped her ass. Hard. She yelped, my hand tingled and there was a perfect red imprint of my hand on her right cheek.

“You better not do that again, Baby. If Daddy sees marks like that on me, he’ll spank you with his belt.”

I slapped her again and again and again until her right butt cheek was a bright rosy red. Then with the two fingers still in her ass I felt something ♀ has often described. Through her lining, I could feel my cock thicken (a lot) then stream after stream of cum being pumped into her. When I was spent, I disengaged fingers and cock and she rolled over onto her back. Her pussy was a beautiful gooey mess and her fingers were already circling her clit.

“I really need to come now, Baby.”

I moved up to the head of the bed and reached over to her night stand. She took my still dripping cock into her mouth while I pulled various toys out. I lay back down beside her and whispered in her ear.

“Keep your eyes closed Mommy, I’ll help you come. You liked that as much as I did, didn’t you? You liked getting fucked by two different cocks in less then two hours, didn’t you? Guess what? I told some of my school friends about you? I told them how you let me fuck you. They didn’t believe me so I invited them over to see for themselves. You know what else? They video taped us today Mommy. I’ve got the whole thing on tape so now you’ll have to do exactly what I say or I’ll tell Daddy.”

She kept her eyes closed and smiled, her fingers never leaving her clit, the flush on her cheeks moving slowly towards her neck

“All my friends are horny from watching us. You’re going to let them have their way with you, aren’t you Mommy? My first friend is Tommy, he wants you really bad.”

And I slid her purple dildo all the way inside and slowly started fucking her. After a few moments I passed it up to her.

“Tommy wants to fuck your mouth for awhile. Now I want you to meet Jimmy. He’s not as long as Tommy, but he’s a little thicker.”

And I shoved the butt plug into her cunt. After a few minutes of that,

“I think Jimmy would much rather be in your ass.”

And I slowly worked the plug into place in her tight little ass. Tommy went into her pussy again then back to her mouth and then I introduced her to Bobby’s magic cock that could miraculously curl up like two thick fingers to stroke her G-spot. The flush on her cheeks had moved down to the tops of her breasts.

“You love your mouth, cunt and ass all being fucked at the same time don’t you Mommy?

“Yes Baby, I love being a slut. I love being your slut.”

“You know what else? I told my friends if they paid me $200 each I’d let them fuck any hole they wanted. That’s right, Mommy. Now you’re my whore and it’s all on tape. You fucked Daddy and me and three strange boys all in the same morning. I’ll never need to work again. I own you now.”

“Of fuck yes Baby, I love that you’re my pimp, I live to be your whore, I love being a cum dumpster.”

The flush had moved all the way down to her nipples when I felt the first few flutters in her pussy and when the first big orgasm started I curled my fingers and pushed up hard against the fleshy mound of her G-spot. Her fingers were a blur on her clit and when the second big O started, I slowly eased the plug out of her ass.

Her legs went rigid and she arched her back so she was only touching the bed with her head and heels and then she FUCKING GUSHED. It was intense. It was amazing, it was awesome. I got right down there for a front row seat. I’ve seen it in movies and read about it, but holy freakin’ doodle…we were soaked!

When she’d finally stopped coming, there were tears on her face, her braid had come undone, she couldn’t speak and she was really, really shaking. I held her for a long time afterwards, until she came back down to earth.

We needed to have another shower and change the bedding again. She needed a nap and was late for first class. She doesn’t think that orgasms like that should be a daily kind of thing, but she’s been in a really good mood lately.

Who says a sissy can’t be dominate once in awhile?

HHNT

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