The reason I don’t agree to do reviews anymore is I just don’t have the time and when people ask if they can send me stuff, I tell them that it might take me a (long) while to get to it and some people insist that it doesn’t matter, they just really think we’d enjoy *insert product here*.

 

So in this case it was a book and I was asked very nicely. Twice. I agreed and the book was sent and it sat on my night-stand and then it was on ♀ night-stand and then it was back on mine. Then I got another very nice email asking if I’d liked the book and would I /could I please post my review here and here  and if it’s not too much trouble here as well. So I sat down and read the entire book and I really enjoyed it. I thought ♀ would enjoy it as well. For the next several weeks it traveled between Her night-stand and the office. Eventually, I started to feel guilty about not writing the review. Yes, I told them I was very busy, but they had been so nice and I liked the book and weeks were turning into months and I felt bad about the whole thing. Of course I have lots of really good excuses, but as the saying goes, ‘excuses are like assholes, everyone has one’ and hey! that’s a hellofagood segue into the review of …

 

                                                                                                                   Tickle My Tush by Dr. Sadie Allison

 

You see, no matter what your gender or sexual preference, everyone has a tush and there truly is something here for everyone. It’s written in a fun, light-hearted, breezy kind of way, but she gives information everyone considering butt-play should have. Things like how to play safe and how to keep clean and how there is very little difference between a boy bottom and a girl bottom.

 

Once the formalities are done she starts with the very mildest possible. An entire chapter on ‘Sensual Booty Massage’. Seriously, who doesn’t like massages? And if learning a few new ways to get your butt rubbed is all you want from this book…it’s worth the price and Dr. Sadie doesn’t push you to go any further.

 

However, if you do want to go further…she had lots of ideas and advice. From finger-play to tongue-play to full-on butt-fucking to fun with toys to pegging…everything you ever wanted to know in one easy guide.

 

Besides the writing style, I also enjoyed that it was written as if it was a journey from mild-to-wild-to wildest and anytime you want to stop…she was perfectly OK with that.

 

We have friends…he likes butt-sex, but she’s never tried it. I’m going to lend them this book and I can’t wait to hear what they get out of it.

 

Cheers,

sss

 

 

 

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

Narrated by Okusan Bitch

Transcribed by sss

 

You & I are sitting on a leather couch at the Lounge. I am wearing a leopard print bra and panty set.  You are wearing that cute blue and white baby-doll with the matching knickers. A man sits down on the other side of me. He is wearing a black leather vest, held closed with two nipple clamps on a thin silver chain. He has on a loin cloth like I imagine a cave man would wear. This man is a stranger to me, but he has a nice smile. He is not fat or overly muscular, but he is a large man. He seems to occupy a lot of space. His clear blue eyes never leave mine when he introduces himself and I get butterflies in my tummy.

 

He tells me I have nice breasts and asks if  he can touch them. Of course I say yes and when he takes one of them in his hand it looks small! This surprises me. My breasts have never looked small. They almost disappear in his grasp when he squeezes them with both hands and my nipples stiffen against the roughness of his palms. He takes one breast in each hand, puts his face in between and gives them a whisker rub.

 

When Whiskers kisses me he is firm and confident.  Being married to a sissy has many advantages, but ‘manly’ kisses are not one of them. I like how Whiskers kisses me and the way our tongues tango.

 

No sooner have you removed my panties then Whiskers hand is there; stroking my lips, spreading my wetness, tapping at my entrance. I look  and see you kneeling between his legs. You have removed his loin cloth. His semi-erect cock lies against his inner thigh and you are staring at it. We have often talked about this moment of truth. Would you really be able to take another mans cock in your mouth? I do not want the connection with this man to be broken, but I silently implore you to do this for me. You place your hands on his thighs and Whiskers slips one thick finger inside of me. I hold my breath as you lean forward and tentatively lick the tip of  his cock. Whiskers thumb starts to circle my clit. Your hands stay planted firmly on Whiskers thighs as you lick your first penis. Up and down you lick the underside of his cock. You flick his bulbous crown with your tongue and he begins to thicken and thicken and thicken. Whiskers cock appears to be about the same length as yours, but it is the girth that has me spellbound. I have never seen a cock so thick and I wonder how or even if I will be able to accommodate him.

 

A single drop of pre-cum appears and you carefully remove it with the tip of your tongue. Whiskers lifts me onto his lap. He kisses me while you arrange our naughty bits. You slide the head of his cock back and forth across my clit, preparing me for the descent. I think perhaps this is just as well. Left to my own devices, I may have chickened out or, more likely, tried to impale myself upon this massive tool and split myself in half.

 

Once the tip of his cock is inside me you keep one hand on the small of my back and the other hand greases the pole. With your guidance I  bob up and ever so slowly down. Whiskers keeps still and silent. I moan and my pussy groans in protest, but I am determined to engulf this mammoth cock. I am unable to kiss. I can barely feel the hands upon me. All sensation is focused on my cunt as I am stretched wider and wider.

 

I know that I am at the base of his shaft when Whiskers sighs and you whisper, “wow”. I am stretched so wide that I am unable to squeeze his cock with my cunt muscles. I do not want to lift myself to far up for fear that I will not be able to get back down or worse, that I will pop off the top like a cork out of a champagne bottle. All I can do is rock back and forth while Whiskers gently thrusts.

 

I am vaguely aware that there are people watching us. I look and you are beside us on the couch.  A man is standing in front of you. I do not know if you have summoned this man or he is there of his own accord. I do not look up at this man and all I see of him is his erect penis. It is very long and very thin and has a sharp hook towards his flat stomach. This time you do not hesitate. You grab the Thin Man’s ass, pull him towards you and take his cock into your mouth. I am very pleased that you have taken to cock sucking so readily. You try and take in more of him, but with that hook at the end it looks like it would be more likely to pop out your nose than go down your throat.

 

The thin man steps behind me.  You spread my ass cheeks apart and apply cold lube to my tight brown button. Whiskers & I stay still while the Thin Man enters me with one, very long continuous push. Who ever wrote the limerick, ‘long and thin slips right in, but doesn’t please the ladies’ did not know what I know. My mind turns to mush as these two men find a rhythm and proceed to fuck me senseless.

 

The Thin Man whispers filth into my ear while Whiskers squeezes my tits and bites my nipples. I look over to see if you are enjoying the show and you are standing on the couch beside us. You have one knee behind Whiskers head and for the first time since we  joined the Lounge your cock is fully erect.

 

I am more familiar with this cock than any I have ever known. This cock has given me untold pleasures. I truly love this cock above all others. I want to inhale it, devour it, swallow it whole. I take it into my mouth. You grab the back of my head and start to thrust. Your balls slap against my chin as you fuck my throat.

 

The destruction is complete.  I am slut. I am whore. I am nothing but lizard-brain and fuck-holes. The three of you move as one; harder, faster. I feel you thicken and lengthen inside of me. In my minds eye all three cocks are straining towards the very centre of my being. I can see them getting closer and closer to each other and when the tips of all three cocks finally touch, they explode. They fill me up. They tear me down. I try to scream, but I am dumb. The roar of men deafens me. The explosion of colour blinds me. Like the Phoenix I burst into flames and then I am reborn.

 

 

Hugs,

♀

♀ & I went to our very first Jack & Jill event at the Lounge last Monday night. Here’s the basic gist of  it: Forty five minute long moderated discussion & social time followed by masturbation play in all it’s beautiful forms.

 

Remember I told you about our first Play Party and how I had troubles performing?  ♀ thought that maybe inserting a large chunk of cold hard steel before we went would help me focus.

There were 25-30 people attending. I think about half arrived as couples. There were a few more men than women. I’m guessing about half of the attendees we’d met or at least seen at other functions. The topic of discussion was ‘if you could have no-strings-attached sex with a celebrity who would it be and why?’  There were a lot of great answers ranging from Queen Elizabeth the First to Mr. Dressup. ♀ picked Mike Holmes, the Holmes on Homes guy because he’s big & beefy and he can fix anything. I picked….well, I’d like a do-over. I should have picked Mae West because she was confident and beautiful and she oozed sex appeal. Also, the  first play she produced was called Sex and the billboards advertising the show declared Mae West is Sex.

 

After the discussion the lights were turned down, the music was turned up, Jason put a porn on the projector and everyone spread out around the lounge. ♀ got up on a gyno table and after we’d made out for awhile I sat on a stool between her legs. I licked and nibbled then gave her the silver bullet to use on her clit and I started fucking her with her glass dildo. It didn’t take ♀ long to have her first orgasm of the night.

 

We switched places and ♀ tried to get me excited. She licked and sucked and bit and pinched and tugged on my plug, but nothing happened. I watched the other couples playing in our vicinity.  I watched the porn that filled an entire wall behind us. Jennifer & Jason had a long, loud fuck session right beside us. Nothing. We took a break and had a snack. We tried another more isolated location. Nothing.

 

There are times when one or the other doesn’t get off and that’s just life. We try not to blame ourselves and it’s usually not a big deal. However, on this night even though she was trying really hard, I couldn’t even get an erection much less have an orgasm. She started getting frustrated and saying things like, I bet someone else could get you excited.  I knew that wasn’t the case at all and we both started feeling like we’d disappointed the other.

 

I pleaded with her not to let it get us off track and suggested we wander around and just watch all that was going on. Lots of people were playing; some by themselves, some with a friend or two. The Sybian was in use as were several Hitachi‘s. There was certainly no shortage of people and activities to watch. At another part of the Lounge there were two large futons side by side.  With Jennifer’s encouragement, ♀ joined 5 other women. They all lay on their backs with their legs open towards a group of guys on futons across from them. The idea was the women would see who (among the women) could have an orgasm the quickest while the guys watched and stroked themselves.  The women all started laughing so hard that Jennifer was the only one who came. It was fun to watch. After that finished, ♀ came over to where I was sitting. I licked and fingered her while she played with her clit and she had a second orgasm. There were several people close by, but I don’t know if anyone really paid much attention to us.

 

That pretty much sums up the description of our first Jack & Jill experience. Did we have a good time?  I know that ♀ sees my total lack of physical excitement as proof that I didn’t have a good time. Even if she was able to convince herself that it wasn’t her fault (very hard for her to do by the way) than obviously (in her mind anyway) the event itself  is to blame.  If you read this post from earlier this week you know that we’re still able to have intense love-making sessions.  Her question was, If you can’t have an orgasm at the Lounge than what’s the point of going?

 

Well, I really like going to the Lounge. It has a fun sexy atmosphere, the activities are always different, Jennifer’s enthusiasm and positive attitude is contagious, the people we’ve met have been very nice, we’ve never felt judged or looked down on, we get to wear pretty things out of the house, we get to see other people wearing pretty things, we get to see nakedness and sexiness, many of the people and activities we’ve seen have been incorporated into our pillow-talk and on and on the list goes.

 

If you’ve been reading SSS for awhile you’ll know that it’s not a big surprise that  I have trouble performing in public. I can’t even pee in public, hell, I can’t even pee in front of ♀.  However, I’ve been thinking that this inability could be used for something positive. I think it lends itself very well to cuckolding. Look, my limp-dicked sissy of a husband can’t satisfy me. I need someone who can.

 

♀ is, in theory, open to the idea. At this point in our development she can imagine that scenario happening with men easier than with women, but she hasn’t ruled out that possibility. Who knows what the future holds, right?  The problem is how do we take that first step? So far we have been completely passive as far as any kind of sexual interaction with other members goes. I think we both thought people would be approaching us and that hasn’t happened. To be honest, I haven’t seen very much of that sort of thing going on with anyone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s not. Subtleties in general are not my strong point.  If that is a direction we’re really ready to go in than I think we’re going to need to be more proactive. I can hear Jennifer, well, duh.  It is really intimidating though. Now I can see Jennifer rolling her eyes.  It’s hard because we don’t have the skills or experience (yet) to find or arrange something we’ve never done before or are even 100% sure is a good idea. This is where Jennifer slaps the back of my head.

 

I’m still on holidays so we’re going to Deviant Dining and Exploratorium later this week. We don’t have a problem socializing at those events and I think it might be easier to talk to people about the possibility of playing there rather than trying to approach people at actual play events.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ bought me ‘Hello Kitty’ lingerie for a Father’s Day present. It came with a tank-top, panties & eye-shades in the exact same shade of pink as my twitter page.  I’ve never watched ‘Hello Kitty’ and probably never will, but this set is cute and girly and comfortable and it amused the hell out of ♀ to buy it for me. Seriously, how many other dads got ‘Hello Kitty’ lingerie for Father’s Day?

 

Mini was over on Thursday and he was telling me a friend of his got his Dad a coffee mug with this on it for Father’s Day…

 

I asked him if he thought his friends dad would see the humour in that.

Mini said he has no sense of humour at all. He’ll absolutely hate it. That’s what makes it so funny!

 

He’s coming over later today and he & ♀ & I are going over to Juniors for a BBQ. It’ll be his first Father’s Day as a daddy. That still seems strange to say. The Princess…1 month old and weighing 10 lbs…sent ♀ a text message the other day saying ‘I miss you Grandma. Come visit me.’ So we went over and after ♀ got her baby-fix…OK, that will never happen…before we left, ♀ let me hold the Princess. I had her on my chest with her head on my shoulder and she started to get fussy. When Mini was a baby he liked it when I laid him along my fore-arm with his head in my hand and his legs sticking out past my elbow. Anyway, The Princess started to squirm so I turned her over and went to lay her on my arm and Junior dove across the couch to try and catch her. I told him I hardly ever drop babies.

 

Last night ♀ & I were planning on going to this class and our second play-party at the Lounge. ♀ decided that she wasn’t going to allow me to have any orgasms for an entire week before the party.  I had performance issues at the first party and she thought a week of frustration would fix that problem. I liked that she took charge like that, but a week without lovin’s…not so much. It had been a challenging week for both of us for a bunch of different reasons and we were both pretty…no, really cranky by the time I got up Saturday afternoon. I was starting to think maybe a play-party wasn’t going to be the best plan for the day. Then I got an email from Jennifer saying they were regretfully cancelling the evenings activities. Less then an hour later my penis was in ♀ bum, a rather large dildo was in her pussy and we were both having toe-curling orgasms. And guess what? No more crankiness!

 

♀ made two of my favourite dishes for dinner…beef stroganoff and trifle. There was lots so we invited my mom and step-dad over. We did consider going to see the strippers after they left, but instead I put on my new ‘Hello Kitty’  lingerie, gave ♀ a full body massage and then we fucked some more. Yippee!

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

There was a brief period of time in my young adult life when I wasn’t a baker. I was 21, had just finished my apprenticeship and was looking for a job. It just so happened that a friend of my parents owned a strip-mall in a small interior town and this mall had an empty store in it. So friend-of-parent had a great idea. He could lend seed money to some poor young sap to go up there and open a business. He’d make more interest on his investment than the bank would pay, he’d get rent on a chronically empty spot and since he was an absentee-landlord having someone by the short and curly’s in there would make it easier to keep tabs on all the tenants.

 

Like most 21 yr olds I thought I was much smarter than I actually was so I took his cheque, packed everything I owned into my ’67 Chev Biscayne (with 3-on-the-tree) and Feltch (my cat) & I headed off to this town (pop 2500) where I knew absolutely nobody.

 

I met Cobalt at a ‘tacky party’. I showed up with 3 warm beer and a half eaten pizza and I may have been wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Anyway, Cobalt thought that was pretty funny and he became my first new friend. He was short and stocky with a thick beard and huge hands. He seemed to know everybody in town and everyone seemed to like him. We were at the pub a couple of months after that first meeting and we were at a table with a bunch of other people when Cobalt asked (loud enough for all to hear) if I was gay. All talking stopped and all eyes were on me. Clearly this had been the subject of much debate and Cobalt being Cobalt just came right out and asked. So I put my hand on his arm and said, “I’m sorry Cobalt, but I’m not. I’m really flattered that you asked though and I hope we can still be friends.”

Well he just thought that was the funniest fucking thing anyone had ever said to him and we’ve been friends ever since.

 

Cobalt introduced me to amateur theatre. I think I was involved in three productions during the thirty months I lived there. The last one I did was The Death and Life of Sneaky Fitch. It’s kind of a spaghetti-western with lots of  cowboys and only three bit parts for women. When they held auditions Cobalt and I and 1 other guy were the only males who showed up, but there were lots of women. So it was decided that we would do the entire production in drag. Cobalt was Maroon, the dance hall girl and I was Mrs. Vale, the undertakers wife. This was 25+ years before I identified as a sissy, but there are pictures and maybe even a video. The weekend before the play opened, the three of us ‘ladies’ got all dressed up and went to all three pubs in town to sell tickets.

 

A couple of other points of interest…prior to the start of the play,  I’d been sleeping with the woman who played my husband. She had told me when we first started going out that monogamy didn’t work for her and I thought that was fine, but I remember being  jealous when I knew she was with someone else and intensly turned on when we got together again. It’s to bad neither of us knew about cuckolding, we would have had fun exploring.

 

An old boyfriend of hers from the city was in town during the run of the play and she didn’t have sex with me at all. So I started bonking the director…mostly just to try and piss off the undertaker I think. Anyway the director had just left her husband and I was the rebound guy. A week after the play closed I closed my shop and left town. I talked to Cobalt a couple of months later and he & director lady had hooked up. They’ve been together ever since. They moved to an even smaller town about 15 years ago and I was the best-man at their wedding.

 

It had been a couple of years since I’d talked to them so I called last night. It turns out that they became Grandparents 6 weeks ago. He says it’s not so bad. We joked about getting older and wiser wider. It was nice talking to him. He’s good people.

 

Ok, there was a point to this…When Cobalt got drunk enough he’d do this trick: He could suck a string in through his nose and pull it out of his mouth. Then he’d hold both ends and slide them back and forth (in and out). It still makes me gag  just thinking about it. He always said ‘chicks dig it’, but I think they just liked his big hands and his freakishly long tongue. Anyway, right after I finished talking to Cobalt I sat down at the computer and saw this….

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I would never ever want to relive my teenage years, but if I did have to do it over again Junior’s adolescence looked pretty sweet.  He was big and handsome, a natural athlete, good grades (when he applied himself), lots of friends and of course, girls…lots and lots of girls. There were times when one would leave and he’d have just enough time to shower and change his sheets before the next one came over.

 

Like most teenagers, Junior didn’t express his feelings (other than anger) very well and he didn’t like to share very many details of what was going on in his life with us. We had a firm rule that we wouldn’t lie for him so there were times when not really knowing was in every-one’s best interest. Just thinking about those years tires me out.

 

Krayon remained the one constant throughout high school. There was all the requisite teen-aged angst and drama. At any given time they might be dating or she was a fucking bitch or they were friends-with-benefits or they were exclusive or she was a whore or they were exclusive and this time he wasn’t going to cheat. But no matter where they were in that cycle, when shit happened in Juniors life Krayon was who he turned to and knowing he had someone to talk to was somewhat reassuring. A fight at school, a suspended license, his cat disappears, his dads suicide, too drunk to walk…there were lots of times she sent ♀ a text-message saying, ‘he’s with me, he’s safe.’

 

A few months before they graduated from high school he called ♀ in a panic. A condom had broken the night before, could she please take him & Krayon to get the morning-after-pill. I was pleased that he didn’t just shrug it off and hope for the best. He had a part time job so he paid for the pill and went in with her to get it so I was impressed with his level of maturity, but I remember being surprised that they weren’t using any other form of birth control. They both partied a lot and faithfully using condoms while drunk is…well, I wasn’t very good at it. Nobody ever told me, but I suspect the reason was Krayon thought she might gain a pound or two if she went on the pill. At the time her ‘fat clothes’ were probably about a size 2.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

The fantasy that drives ♀ absolutely wild these days is forcing me to have sex with another man. Not just giving head to get him ready for her, but giving head and then bending over for him or making out with another submissive and fucking each other. If there’s trash talk going on in our bedroom, those sorts of scenarios are pretty much guaranteed to get her off.

 

I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. It wouldn’t be fair to say, ‘let’s expand our horizons… this is my fantasy…your boundaries need to be pushed.’ Without it working the other way as well. I’d love to see ♀ with another woman. I think she’s open to the idea and  if the time and place and woman were all right,  she would really enjoy the experience. A few years ago her attitude was more along the line of  ‘if it ever happened it would be for your entertainment’. But even back then she enjoyed going to see the strippers…pointed out attractive women…she could see the beauty in the female form.

 

I don’t think I’ve ever looked at a man and thought ‘yummy’. The closest I come is thinking ‘oh ♀ would like him.’ So, like ♀ a few years ago, my attitude is  ’if it happens it would be for her entertainment.’  It just occurred to me that maybe that’s part of the excitement of  it…forcing me to do something that’s entirely for her amusement?

 

But…. I love eating my cum out of her freshly fucked pussy. I love licking her juices off of dildos. When she puts on her harness I try my damnedest to take her strap-on all the way down my throat before bending over for her. Trash talk that involves me going down on a man to get him ready for her or licking her juices off of  him or licking them both clean afterwards (in reality we’d use condoms) or feeling another mans cock rub against mine while we’re both inside of  her are a huge turn-on. So maybe I’m being close-minded about being with a man…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 ♀ & I had a shower together Sunday afternoon. I washed her hair, shaved her legs and one pit. She’s still very sore and has very limited mobility, but she was able to pull her arm away from her body far enough to allow me to rub some Polysporin on her rash. She was able to get dressed…well I had to do up her bra, but at least she wasn’t wearing pj’s. We managed to go for a stroll in the sunshine and went out for lunch.  We even had sex, though there was a ten hour break between her orgasm and mine.

 

After we got home from our walk and lunch I checked emails and cleaned up the kitchen, then I went to find ♀. She was on our bed (first time in a week) all propped up with pillows. She was naked from the waist down (her pussy really needs to be shaved), she was trying to get the angle with the bullet in her wrong hand and her favourite glass dildo was beside her. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her inner thighs with the cool glass. It took awhile, but eventually she got the bullet where it needed to be and I started to tease her lips with the tip of the dildo.

 

 We both knew her excitement level would need to build to a point where it would over-ride her fear of what would happen when her muscles contracted during orgasm. There was no hurry. I gently caressed up and down her legs and across her belly and her moistening cunt slowly swallowed the bumpy glass shaft. It certainly wasn’t her biggest or longest orgasm ever, but at least she was able to have it. She was very achy afterwards. She took a T-3 and moved back to the couch with an ice pack.

 

Once she was sort of comfortable she told me to bring her the NJoy butt plug and she inserted it for me. She said I could get dressed pretty. I put on black silk stockings, black long-line bra with both inserts so I had really big boobs and a low cut purple dress. You know, I still feel guilt about getting dressed up, but I think it’s more because we can’t really go out and do anything if I’m dressed up. I don’t cross-dress to try and pass as female, I do it because I’m a sissy. So it’s fine to do when she’s not home and I’m doing house-work, but if she’s home we’re stuck. That will be one of the benefits of joining the Lounge.  Since we couldn’t go anywhere anyway I didn’t feel guilty. It was nice. We had delicious beef stroganoff, watched a couple of really stupid movies and just hung out.

 

♀ decided she wanted to try sleeping in our bed. So I got changed into a pink baby-doll with matching panties and after lots of trial and error we managed to get the pillows situated just right. I was laying beside her and she reached over and started playing with my nipples. I thought she was going to tell me to masturbate for her. She reached down and stroked my cock and in a quiet voice said, “if you promise not to hurt me, you can have sloppy-seconds Baby”.

 

We tried missionary first, but even gentle thrusting put too much downward pressure so I laid beside her. She had a leg over my hips so she had more control over my angle and depth. Being inside her for the first time in a week (the longest break in 8 years) and concentrating on not jostling her meant I didn’t last long…which was probaly a good thing. She’d given me permission to masturbate several times during the week, but I was only able to come once. I think I was just to stressed. 

 

Even with all that activity she only took about half of the pain medicine she had needed the days before so we were hopeful when we went to see her GP Monday morning. The doctor told us that there’s definitely calcium deposits in the joint, but the accute pain was most likely caused by a ligament tear in the rotator-cuff.  The shoulder is a very complicated joint and an injury can trigger spasms in any (or all) of  the six muscles and that can get really fucking painful. Apparently, injuries like this are common when we sleep because we’re not aware of our bodies and we can move past the ‘ouch’ point without knowing it.

 

So the doctor referred her to a physiotherapist who specializes in this sort of injury. From what she can see on the x-ray and the improvement in the past day, she’s cautiously optimistic that physio will do the trick. Her first appointment is next Monday and the doctor said she could try going back to work tomorrow.

 

Cross your fingers.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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