I don’t drink coffee anymore, but ♀ does and I’ll often bring her a cup on my way home from work. I stopped at Timmy’s this morning and ordered an extra-large black coffee. OK, I need to admit something here…the official reason is that way ♀ can add the exact amount of milk when she gets it, but truth-be-told ordering an extra-large black for my wife every morning amuses me. Yes, I’m such a sissy.

 

Anyway, I placed my order and the tiny Filipino woman serving me went to put the cup in a sleeve before handing it to me. I have tough old bakers hands and told her to keep the sleeve. She looked up at me with pure adoration and said “Some guys order a triple-triple and still need a sleeve. They are not real men. Real men have tough, strong hands, like you.”

 

Do you think she’d still say that if she knew what I was wearing under my whites? Do tough hands trump frilly knickers in the ‘real man’ department?

 

 

 

 

Speaking of real men and frilly knickers, have you been to Teresa’s new store lately?

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 Do you know what our original number one reason was for joining the Lounge? To meet like-minded people. To have friends who we could just be ourselves with. At the time of course, we had no idea how much having that freedom would change us. Just the possibility of meeting people we could talk to without fear of judgement or ridicule was what helped me sell ♀ on the idea of joining. We have met many such people, but our friendship with Lord & Lady Batsu has evolved into something more. Maybe it’s because they always make us feel so welcome or maybe it’s because their connection seems to be every bit as strong as ours or maybe it’s because LB is a big strong teddy-bear and ♀ has a serious weakness for a man like that…nah, it’s probably one of the other two reasons.

 

Anyway, our day hadn’t started off very well. She woke up with a migraine headache shortly after I got home Saturday morning. She took drugs and was able to back to sleep, but I stayed up late so I wouldn’t disturb her. She had a couple hours work scheduled and the plan was I was supposed to be packed and ready to go when she got home. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans..Because I went to bed late and there was no one in the apartment, I was still asleep when she got home. ooops.

 

We still needed to have showers and shave various body parts and pack so it was quite late before we left. There was no lineup at the border, but we stopped for beer and wine and a few groceries and condoms and then we went into a love shop and paid to much for an awesome vibrator (I’ll review it later) and so, yeah, we were about four hours later than we said we’d be.

 

But all was forgiven as soon as we arrived. LB & lbj looked great. They were both on their 22nd smoke-free day, lbj had lost weight and seemed to be a bit more mobile. We had pizza and beer for dinner and there was lively conversation and lots of laughs and we both so enjoy being there.

 

Lady Batsu still doesn’t have much stamina so when it’s time to sleep…it’s really time to sleep. While LB was tucking her into bed we got dressed. ♀ wore her shiny black corset with the red fuck-me shoes we bought in Vegas…she looked so hot. I had on a frilly black baby-doll and panties…very cute.

 

Lord Batsu escorted us out to the play-space and holy fuck….when we first played there the space was just a corner of a garage that had been cleared of all the other typical garage stuff. OK, maybe not all that typical, but you knew you were in a garage. When we saw it just before Christmas the dungeon was under construction and there was no play space at all and it was hard to imagine playing there again anytime soon. But now…as I said…holy fuck! The lighting and colour and music and heat and toys… It has been an amazing transformation.

 

LB wanted to chat before we played, so chat we did. We talked about how our friendship has grown and what that might mean to the sort of future play we could have. We talked about what has worked well and what we might consider as we move forward. We talked about how a hard rule that LB & lbj have sounds like the same hard rule ♀ & I have, but it’s really not. We also talked about how what I write here on this blog has had an impact on LB & lbj in their community. I say ‘their’ because even though we are good friends and we’ve been to a WHACK Munch, I don’t feel like we are part of that community. At least not right now…not in the same way we feel part of the Lounge community.

 

Here’s the thing…everything we have done at Casa del Rudy has been done with the full knowledge and consent of Lady Batsu. They don’t keep secrets from each other and either do we. Even though lbj doesn’t actually play with us she sees our outfits, LB takes tons of pictures (and sometimes video) and we talk at length with her about the scene afterwards, she’s involved as much as she could possibly be. Everything I have written about our adventures at Casa del Rudy has been true, but how you, the reader, interprets that truth might be different than how we, the four people who were actually there,  see it. I think that’s called ‘good writing’ and I think that’s why 1000+ people will read this post today.

 

Even though the visit was wonderful and the space looked amazing and our talk will (I believe) have a very positive affect on future play, our scene that night did not go very well. We all seemed to struggle with getting into the zone. I almost fainted trying suspension bondage. They got me down in time, but it sure took the lead out of my pencil.  After the room stopped spinning, LB put me on the St. Andrews Cross and ♀ gave us both blow jobs. OK, yeah, that was hot!…

 

 

 

Then he put her on the gyno table and he went from being excited to making the scene work. ♀ thought her period had ended the day before, but when things got going there was some blood. I’m sure LB didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something we’d discussed with him before-hand and it was a distraction for ♀.  My shoulders aren’t as messed up as ♀ are and I know BDSM isn’t supposed to be comfortable, but I was really starting to ache. I didn’t want to be the one to stop the scene a second time so I toughed it out. Eventually, ♀ had a small orgasm, but it was a lot of work and we were all pretty much done by then.

 

We decided to just go home after. Not because the scene hadn’t worked very well, it was 1am and I wasn’t at all tired. I could have self-medicated, but they had family obligations in the morning and it just seemed easier to go home then. Oh, Lord Batsu is lending Jennifer a sex machine for her Exhibit of Sex Machines Night and he asked us to deliver it for him. I wasn’t quite sure what I would say to the border guard if he asked what the hell that was in the back of my Mini. Fortunately he didn’t ask.

 

And that’s what happened during our latest visit to Casa del Rudy.

 

HHNT,

♀ & sss

 

 

Virgin: adjective without experience of; not previously exposed to:

 

We attended the inaugural Virgin party at the Lounge this past weekend. There was a good mix of newbies attending their first play-party and veterans trolling for fresh meat.

 

 

Now that Jennifer has wiped her breakfast off the screen… I was kidding. It wasn’t like that at all. Though I am curious as to when exactly we became ‘experienced Lounge members’? It really wasn’t all that long ago that those looks of nervous anticipation were on our faces and it was us asking all those questions. It was kinda strange though because we still have lots of unpopped cherries and lots to learn about ‘us’ as individuals and ‘us’ as a couple and where we fit in the lifestyle and how best to negotiate play and keep ‘us’ safe….

 

Anyway, about the night…♀ wore a black mesh body-suit with the killer red shoes we bought in Vegas. She looked amazing and received many nice compliments. My favourite was the woman who looked at her shoes and said, “those shoes are sex.”

I wore the white baby doll and jacket we bought in Vegas with frilly white panties and adorable white sockettes with ruffles and little black bows at the heels. I have a very common first name and Jennifer told me a couple of people had referred to me as ‘lingerie  ****’.  That’s not quite a descriptive as ‘sissy ****’, but still, it made me smile. Oh and as lingerie **** I was the go-to-guy for reattaching sprung garter straps.

 

Pin-up bondage master Uncle M was there tying up a few lucky ladies. He has a funny place in the Lounge. He goes to most Deviant Dinings and Exploratoriums. He helps out  a lot with work on the space and lots of his artwork is displayed. So in that way he’s very active, but he’s very proud of the fact that he’s the one Lounge member who Jennifer has never seen naked and never will. This was the first time we’d ever seen him at an event where actual sex was a distinct possibility. There were several shameless hussies who tried to tease and torment him, but he seemed to take it all in stride.

 

A bondage master doesn’t untie the ropes and Uncle M didn’t have an assistant with him that night so women had to seek out volunteers to undo them. I still owed a friend a favour from last weeks Sultry and was supposed to do her untying, but unfortunately when she was ready to get untied (her hands were going numb) ♀ & I were in the back getting *busy*.

 

♀ sorta kinda helped untie another woman…well she freed one of her boobs to expose more flesh for me to use the Wartenberg Wheel on. She really really liked the wheel.

 

We had sex twice and I was even able to come once. We hadn’t had sex in a couple of days and no one else was around us when I came so I don’t really think it was a break through, but it was nice. Both times we fucked, a different man joined us near the end to play with her breasts while I licked and fingered her to long and loud big O’s.

 

So we didn’t get to pop any cherries, BUT…and this is an important ‘but’…♀ did decide she was ready to get her ‘girl-cherry’ popped. The problem was by the time she decided, the woman she wanted to lose it to was *busy* so we got *busy* for the second time and after that we were all too drained to get *busy* again. Still, that’s definitely something to look forward to.

 

All and all it was a good time, but the best part of the night happened after we got home. Even though it was 2 am, we had a shower, lit some candles, put on some soft music and had a long passionate love-making session. The Lounge is lots of fun, but it’s just ‘play’. Making love with ♀ is what is real and special and ours alone. That’s something you can’t really explain to people. It’s something the new Lounge members need to learn for themselves.

 

Another thing that can’t be explained is this…

 

 

Jennifer, you totally rock!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

We played with Lord Batsu for the second time this past weekend. As I mentioned before he had a very imaginative idea for what he wanted to have happen, but he wouldn’t tell us what it was. He sent us attire instructions that we were to keep hidden from each other. It was tough to do, but I’m so glad we did.

 

He’d been looking at my Fetlife page to get ideas (this was before ♀ came up with Okusan Bitch) and the only picture I had posted there was this…

I use it pretty much anytime I’m asked for a profile picture. Oh, and to the anonymous commenters who keep leaving nasty messages about copyright infringement…the artists name is Dave Bathgate and I have his written permission to use this image so piss off.

 

Anyway, Lord Batsu had the brilliant idea to recreate this cartoon with real people. Cool idea, right. Lady Batsu was originally supposed to be taking the pictures, but unfortunately was really sick.  So Lord Batsu had to use the timer. It was a challenge, but this is what he finally came up with…

 

 

 

Playtime was allowed to start after Lord Batsu got the picture. First I noticed how big Okusan Bitch’s strap-on was…

 

 

I tried to take it in my mouth…

 

 

Then the panties came off…

 

 

Then Lord Batsu gave her a lesson on how to use a flogger…

 

 

Pinching after flogging…hurts…

 

 

But not nearly as much as trying to take that big strap-on up the ass…

 

 

She did manage to get about a third of it in, but that’s all I could do. She says she’s going to buy a big one for ourselves so I can practise.

“oh goody”, says I, somewhat apprehensively.

 

HHNT

♀ & 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,

♀

The week after our first (very satisfying) visit with Lord Batsu and his lovely wife, ♀ & I each received the following email…

 

Ok you two, I’m thinking of a few things for your next visit.  I have some ideas, places and persona’s to meet and greet.

I will be making attire suggestions and we can discuss through emails what you have or need to get to get into the role and play the part.

The trick is I want each of you to keep it a secret from the other.  Only I will know what you both will look like before you get here and each of you will only see the other dress up when I ask you to come and play.

I don’t think it will be too much of a stretch for you two to comply with my request.

Are you game?
Lord _Batsu

 

Now that sounds fun and exciting, but we’ve always tried not to keep secrets from each other. We decided since we were both keeping the same kind of secret we could make an exception. I knew this would be much harder for ♀ than it would be for me. She’s a terrible secret keeper. Seriously, this is a woman who if she’s really excited about that perfect gift she’ll invent a special occasion so she can give the gift early.

 

Well the emails started and it became apparent right away that I had pretty much everything Lord Batsu wanted me to wear and Okusan Bitch had pretty much nothing he asked for. This makes sense because we’ve been exploring and developing and dressing the sss persona for a long time. Okusan Bitch is so new we don’t even know what she’s going to be into.  So ♀ had to do a lot of shopping. This caused two problems. First, it was very difficult for ♀ to make purchase decisions without discussing it with me and second, making clothing decisions especially the type of clothing she’d never purchased before without her sissy-husbands input I know was a huge challenge.

 

I must say she has done very well. I’ve only seen one piece of clothing and really, my seeing it was beyond her control. Lord Batsu asked us both to send him dressed up pictures. With her gibbled shoulder there was no way for her to get into this particular garment so I had to help her do it up. The only other information we’ve shared is I was told that I am dressing for OB and she is the one I have to please. Okusan Bitch was told that she will be there to please Him.

 

FYI taking sexy pictures of yourself and by yourself while in costume is really freakin’ difficult.

 

 

OK, now I’m starting to get excited. We leave Saturday for an overnight visit with Lord & Lady Batsu and from there we leave for our very first trip to Las Vegas!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I’ve always had a fascination for wedding gowns. All that satin and lace and the mystery of what pretty lingerie she’s wearing underneath that only the groom (if  he can restrain himself  long enough) gets to enjoy.

 

 

OK, so it’s not always just the groom who gets to see the brides finery…

 

 

Back when we first started exploring my sissification…in fact it might have been before I identified as a sissy and thought I was just a cross-dresser, I had this idea that we should have another wedding with both of us wearing wedding gowns. ♀ still had the dresses from both her weddings, but we didn’t have any kinky friends (that we knew of) and ♀ just didn’t think it would be as much fun as I did.

 

 

♀ sold the dress she was wearing when she married me a few years ago, but her first dress was considered outdated (I had no idea that could happen) and not yet vintage so it sat in a kitty litter box at the back of our bedroom closet. A couple of weeks ago she stumbled across it while she was looking for something else (OK, it fell off a shelf and hit her in the head) and she decided to donate it to a local amateur theatre group. She said I could try it on before she got rid of it, but I said ‘no’.

 

You see, the lovely and talented Teresa Bowers had written a series of posts to help sissies/cross-dressers/panty-boys truly enjoy the upcoming Halloween festivities. My favorite of the series was the post about going out as a bride and I read that at about the same time as the gown in the kitty litter box appeared. If I ever wore one I’d want to do the whole thing…the lingerie and shoes and pedicure/manicure and make-up (I’d even shave my whiskers). I’d want to be a princess for a day…

 

 

…with ♀ as a sexy Dominatrix…

 

 

Maybe one day.

 

Anyway a couple of months ago ♀ & I went for a walk along the beach and we noticed a bride having a photo shoot. I think what caught our attention originally was that there was no wedding party… just the bride, the photographer and two assistants. When we walked past them the first time they were doing all the usual poses …along the shoreline, up against big rocks, draped across drift wood. However, when we walked back they were doing some very unusual poses. The bride was in the ocean and not just up to her ankles. She was right in there…floating on her back, front-crawl toward the camera, diving in so we could see her shoes and doing hand-stands so we could see her pretty lingerie.

 

She was talking to other curious on lookers when she got out of the water. The wedding had been two weeks before and as she said, ‘what else do you do with an $1800 wedding dress?’

 

I had never heard of doing such a thing, but of course Google had…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

In one of the previous posts about our first cuckolding scene I said that the reason the scene worked so well is because all three of us bought into our roles. That was only a half-truth. The reason ♀ & I were able to get so into the scene was because Lord Batsu had a very good grasp of what our triggers were. Considering he had never been in a scene like that and ♀ didn’t have a Fetlife page yet and my Fetlife page really didn’t have anything on it, he did an amazing job of nailing it.

 

We’ve been talking about how other scenes with other people could possibly measure up. ♀ said she knows that not all encounters will be as successful as this one was, but now that we know how great it can be we have something to aim for.  Also, as we gain experience I think we’ll get a better sense of who will make a good play-mate and have the confidence to orchestrate  scenes ourselves.

 

Our friend C emailed me with some questions. She wanted to know how the scene actually got started and was it awkward at all. Well, before we went out to the workshop/play-space we all got changed into the appropriate attire…♀ was in the new lingerie I bought her, I was wearing pretty knickers and I think Lord Batsu was wearing tight bicycle shorts and a leather vest. He talked to us about getting into character and staying in character during the entire scene.

 

First I was strapped to an office chair, then Lord Batsu gave Okusan Bitch a cup of ice to torment me with while he got everything set up. When he was ready he used a flogger on us for a bit and then He took Okusan Bitch in his arms and they started making out. From where I was sitting it didn’t look awkward at all. She went down on both of us for awhile (that was very hot) then He put her up on the gyno-table and that’s where she spent the rest of the scene.

 

C  also wanted to know how many orgasms Lord Batsu had. Well, Okusan Bitch was the only person to have any orgasms during the actual scene, but she probably had enough for all three of us plus one or two extra for lbj. I can already hear C saying ‘hmmm, how does that work?’

I think there needs to be some mystery, but if you read the previous posts really carefully you’ll be able to figure it out.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 I organized her bra drawer; two colourful rows of  over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders. One row has back-clasp followed by sports bra’s and the other row is split between front-clasp and strapless. A tad anal? No, not really. Now she can see what she has and really, that was the only way to get them all to fit. To be honest, they didn’t all fit. She put  a few in one of my drawers. The ones she doesn’t wear, but still thinks are pretty. She says I can wear them with my inserts so at least ‘we’ can enjoy them. The reality is I can’t remember the last time I got dressed-up so we don’t really get to enjoy them, but they are pretty.

 

I’m no better. My panty drawer is so full I have to put some in my sock drawer. That’s the trouble with both of us having a weakness for lingerie. It’s very difficult to restrain ourselves.

 

We were in a department store a couple of weeks ago. We’d found whatever it was we’d gone in for and were on our way to pay when we happened to go past the lingerie department and of course they were having a sale. ♀ said that for every two pair of panties I bought, I had to get rid of three from my drawer. I asked if the same rule applied to her bra purchases?

 

Ummm, no.

That doesn’t sound fair.

I have the boobies so I make the rules. If you don’t like it we can just leave.

 

I bought four pair and I tossed out six old pairs of panties when we got home.

 

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