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

I am curvy, confident and like to have fun. I am loyal, honest and passionate. I love lingerie, sex and most of all, my husband.

 

My husband is a sissy. He shares my love for lingerie.  His legs and pits are always shaved and his toe-nails are painted. He paints my nails, brushes and braids my hair, shaves my pubes, helps me pick out my clothes and does much of the house-work. He is MY bitch, not yours. He is not weak or stupid,  but is submissive to ME…in and out of the bedroom. I am always dominate with him, but have been exploring my submissive side lately. I have just recently been identifying as a ‘switch’.

 

Cuckolding is something that we both really want to explore. So in the simplest terms we are looking for men to have sex with me, but like most things in life it’s never that simple. We need to see pictures of YOU, not just your penis. Your profile needs to tell us something about who you are and what you might be into. You need to be able to string together enough sentences to catch and hold my attention. I will decide who we play with, but we will BOTH need to feel comfortable, so be respectful!  We are definitely not looking for an exclusive sort of arrangement, but finding a person who we have enough of a connection to want to play with again (and again) would be a very good thing.

 

 

 

I can have sex with whomever I choose and in theory my sissy doesn’t need to be present, but he will always know who I’m with and it should be assumed that he will be part of any encounter. Even if  it’s just as a spectator. You can identify as a Dom or sub or switch or none of the above…we have LOTS of play ideas to fit into lots of different scenarios. 

 

This isn’t a deal breaker, but it would be great if you’re open to some physical contact with my sissy. Some examples of this would be my sissy fluffing you in preparation to fuck me, putting the condom on you (we always play safe), guiding you in, licking my juices off your balls,  double-penetration or maybe even bending him over are all things we might like to take beyond pillow-talk.

 

 

If you’re curious about what we look like, click here.  At the bottom of that page just click on the ‘newer posts’  link and you’ll find dozens of  Half-Nekkid Thursday (hnt) pictures of both of us.

 

 We’re looking forward to hearing from you!

 

♀ aka Okusan Bitch  on Fetlife

 2011 is going to be a year of major changes in our life and hopefully First Night at the Lounge will be a harbinger of an amazing year to come and not the one bright spot in an otherwise disappointing year.

 

We bought a shiny black pleather corset for ♀ to wear to the party and ♀ offered to let me wear one of her lacy white negligees (one of the few pieces of her lingerie that doesn’t require boobs to look nice). We also bought two doses of Forta for Women. Jennifer had mentioned it so we thought we’d give it a try. We weren’t expecting a new corset and a supplement to change her into a raging nympho, but we hoped it might help her tap into the sexual energy of the Lounge.

 

On Friday afternoon ♀ had a long soak in the tub. I shaved her legs, washed and conditioned her hair while we talked about how we hoped the night would unfold.  I thought she should take the Forta as we were leaving for the Lounge and in theory it would start working about the time we arrived. She thought she should take it much earlier. Her theory was that with so many people at the party it was highly unlikely that I’d be able to get wood even if we didn’t have sex before we left. So if the supplement helped her get aroused while we were still at home, we could make love and that would help her feel connected to me at the party.

 

She took the Forta and it had absolutely no affect, but we made love after I’d shaved her pubes and she was able to have a small orgasm. I did her hair, helped her into her corset and attached stockings to garters. She was going to wear shiny black pumps, but decided with so many people attending she might be spending a lot of time on her feet and the pumps are quite high so she wore her black boots. She looked gorgeous and I completely forgot to take pictures (sorry).

 

I’ve been trying for three days to capture that party with words and I just can’t do it justice. NYE parties, like Halloween are often expensive, drunken disappointments so we rarely attend such things. I think this was the best NYE party I have been to ever. Seriously, Jennifer and Jason put on a hell-of-a-show.  The food and music and energy were all spectacular. Want to hear something funny? Jennifer had put together a slide show (OK it’s probably not called that anymore, but you know what I mean) Anyway, there were a couple of hundred pictures of Jennifer and Jason and various Lounge members being their sexy-selves. Included in the set were all of ♀ pin-up photo’s and I had this WOW moment. We really are part of this amazing community. I just really felt it that night.

 

I couldn’t possibly tell you all that went on, but there are a few things that just need to be mentioned. There was a big burly man giving a flogger demonstration. He had a lazy-susan filled with various floggers/whackers/thumpers…Anyway, I remember the first time I saw Lord Batsu do caning and I was struck (hoho) with how rhythmic it was. The guy at the party took that to a whole new level. I saw for the first time, the artistry of flogging. The sight and sound of it was just mesmerizing.

 

Speaking of being mesmerized, another man gave a fire-play demonstration and it had a huge affect on ♀. I thought it looked cool (sorry, hot), but ♀ was absolutely spellbound. She really wants to try that.

 

 

The other super-duper completely unexpected and totally fanfuckingtastic thing that happened was we had our very first 3some. You will never guess who it was with. Seriously, try and guess and then click here. I bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?

 

It was after 3am when we got home and toasted in the new year. We fucked once more before we went to sleep and *pillow-talk* Amy fisted ♀ into a HUGE Big O while I was tied to a chair watching.

 

So like I said at the beginning of this post, I hope NYE is a sign of great things to come in the following year….for us and for all of you as well.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later today (the day after my 47th birthday, how the hell did that happen?), I have appointments scheduled with my doctor, dentist and optometrist (I can no longer read the fine print). Last week it was getting a new life insurance policy and next week we’re updating our wills. You might think I’d be feeling a little sorry for myself, but ♀ managed to give me a fairly spectacular birthday weekend.

 

We went for pedicures Saturday afternoon. I got crimson with hand-drawn snowflakes on my big toes. You have no idea how amazingly festive that is for a grinch like me. We met a friend for lunch. She gave me an expensive bottle of scotch…I know nothing about scotch, but apparently that’s something old guys are expected to know, so perhaps I’ll learn.

 

Do you remember me telling you about J & N?  They came over Saturday night for a fondue and some fun. The slow pace of the fondue combined with sexual tension made for a most enjoyable evening. It went sort of like this: food-flirt-drink-food-flog-frolic-food-drink-fornicate-cuddle-food-fuckoffI’mfull-coffee-fornicate and then everyone except the baker looked very sleepy.

 

And remember how I didn’t have any big O’s the last time we played and everyone else had two? Well, this time I had two while J & N were there and I popped a third one in ♀ ass shortly after J & N left. Not bad for an unmedicated old guy, don’tchya think?

 

Sunday (my actual bday) ♀ woke me up and she was very excited. She gave me a burlesque-teddy-bear. When you squeeze the bears hand she sings ‘I wanna be loved by you’ Marilyn style. The bear is holding a DVD and ♀ dragged me into the office before I could even brush my teeth.

 

OK, I need to give you some background information. As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ has a hard time keeping a secret. Also, we don’t make big purchases without consulting one and other. About six weeks ago she told me she had a gift idea for me, but it was kind of expensive and would I be OK with only getting one present for both my birthday and Christmas? I told her that would be fine. A couple of weeks later she said she was worried about the cost (and my impending job loss) and since she was going to be getting at least as much enjoyment from it as I would she wanted it to be my birthday present and both our Christmas presents. She made me promise that I wouldn’t buy her anything. She said it was being made and wouldn’t be ready for my birthday and so we could open it together at Christmas.

 

She told me she was going to able to help make the present and a couple of weeks ago she found out that this past Tuesday was the day she would be needed. She wanted to tell me so bad what she was doing. She’d beg me to let her tell me what it was. I refused so she kept dropping hints. It turns out they were all phony hints designed to make me think it was something completely different.

 

The reason she was so excited is she’d been emailed my gift several days earlier than expected so she was able to burn the DVD and give it to me on my actual birthday. And what was it that had her bubbling with excitement? She gone for a Pin-Up Photography session. They did her hair and make-up, they had the sets (including a stiletto chair) and even the clothes (though ♀ took her own). It took 3.5 hours and they shot 250 photos. ♀ said the hardest part was whittling it down to 7 pictures.

 

The  photos are…fucking amazing. We’re going to get them printed and framed and put them up in our bedroom. We talked about posting them here, but decided that wasn’t the best thing to do. If we know you in real life or if we’ve exchanged email with you in the past and you’d like to see them, just ask.

 

Want to know something weird? Yesterday before I went to bed (and before I saw the pictures) I put this on our desktop so it would be the first thing she saw when she turned on the computer:

 

 

Later that day we did the family thing at a local sushi restaurant and then everyone came back here for ♀’s peanut-butter pie (So good)

 

Now don’t you agree that was a fairly spectacular birthday weekend?

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Pinup-bondage is a dream come true and is dedicated to bondage as an artful and erotic form of restraint.

-Uncle M

 

♀ made Hot Chocolate Cupcakes for my nephew’s birthday yesterday. Guess what made them ‘hot’? Cayenne pepper and they were delicious. I know all you chocoholics will be saying, ‘well duh, chocolate goes with anything’,  but I had never thought of those two flavours working so well together. FYI, another unexpected, but really tasty combination is cracked black pepper on fresh strawberries. Yummy!

 

Why am I telling you this? Well, Uncle M’s combination of Pinup & Bondage has been kind of the same thing for me. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear that I’ve always been a big fan of Pinup; beautiful girls wearing gorgeous clothes and flashes of sexy lingerie. What’s not to love, right? I know that bondage has been an occasional theme in Pinup forever, but I never noticed any artistry in the ropes. It was more along the lines of, ”Oh, Bettie is tied up in this picture. My, she’s pretty. I love those shoes…’

 

Uncle M’s artwork is prominently displayed at the Lounge and I remember looking at them when we went to our orientation and thinking they were very good. It wasn’t until I met Uncle M in person that I started to understand just how cool his work really is. He’s passionate about his art and when you talk to him, you can’t help but to get caught up in his excitement for it.

  

He has a very nice pay website with updates twice a week, but I wanted to tell you about the two books he has available, just in time for Christmas.  Pinup Bondage  Has over 145 stunning high resolution photographs, each with a caption that tell a vivid story of the beauty of bondage. None of the attractive women shown in this book model professionally and have come to Uncle M for the simple reason they are attracted to this type of bondage art.

 

Steam Punk Bondage  has many of the same models as the pinup bondage book.  Sisi, Donita, Anna, Ravenas and Miss Morta are all featured in this all steampunk, all bondage coffee table book.  Each outfit was custom designed by Suzee666especially for the photos featured in this book.  Uncle M has taken the bondage to another level in this book with the use of a custom suspension frame designed to be hidden from the camera.  No expense was spared in creating this unique and very erotic photo presentation of Steampunk bondage art.

 

Actually, now that I think about it, Uncle M manages to combine three elements in his photos (so my opening analogy doesn’t quite do it justice); beautiful girls, gorgeous clothes and the artistry of bondage.  I’m sure you know someone who would love to find one of these books under their Christmas tree this year.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

ps: Uncle M sent me some loveRly photos to add to this post, but I’m having technical issues and am unable to upload…anything right now (balderdash)

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

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