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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

…teach me to be a cock-sucking slut,

 

 

just like you.

 

sss

Mini was over here last week and ♀ was having a cup of chai tea (not to be confused with ‘tai chi’). He said it smelled nice and asked if he could have a cup. When I brought it to him, he inhaled deeply and said with a contended sigh, “it smells like Christmas”.

 

We went to the kids house for dinner last night and they had a real tree decorated in their living room (‘real’ as in once was living). The first thing ♀ said when we walked into the room (even before lovin’s for the grand-baby) was, “it smells like Christmas in here”.

 

I think my ‘Christmas smell’ happens much later. After the gifts and the visiting and the drinking and the laughs and/or tears and the big dinner and good, bad or indifferent the main event is over and everyone has gone to sleep, I take the turkey carcass and the bag of greens I’ve been saving in the freezer and an onion, and some garlic, pepper-corns, a few bay leaves and I make stock. It cooks for hours and I love how it makes the house smell.

 

Why am I mentioning this now? Well, the first of three (yes 3!) turkeys that will be cooked here in the next 10 days, is at this very moment (5:40 in the A of M) roasting in our oven. If you ask her, ♀ will have a very good reason for why we are cooking 3 turkeys and why the first of these needed to be in the oven at 2:30 this morning, but right now my big concern is what the hell will I do with all that stock?!

 

What about you? Is there a smell you associate with Christmas?  Maybe mincemeat or gingerbread…

 

 

I don’t suppose you’d be surprised to hear that we’ve pillow-talked the non-gingerbread version of this scenario.

 

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

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

The three of us sat outside for quite awhile after our play-time; looking up at the stars, basking in the afterglow of the experience and debriefing. Just before we went to bed LB suggested to ♀ that she allow me to have an orgasm, even if she just let me masturbate. They shared a long passionate kiss and then we retired for the night. We got busy and I didn’t last long. That wasn’t a surprise considering my last orgasm was Tuesday and it wad been a very sexually charged few days. What was a surprise was that ♀ had another big O and when we woke up the next morning she had yet another big O.

 

You might have thought that with all the sex she had while we were at Casa del Rudy she’d have had enough for awhile, but you’d have thought wrong. She gave herself an orgasm in the car before we even got to the border line up and 30 minutes after walking in our front door I was well on my way to giving her yet another one.

 

But she was sore after that. She was actually waddling from room to room as we unpacked. I don’t know if it was more sex than when we first met, but it was definitely more vigorous. I drew her a hot bath with Epsom salts to soak her raw red cunt before I left for work. I turned my phone on 8 hours later when I was on my way home and there was a text from ♀:  OMG, I just had another big O!

 We’ve fucked every afternoon since we’ve been home and she’s jilled-off every night after I’ve left for work.

 

But as great as it was watching Lord Batsu fuck her brains out and as much fun as her hyper-sex-drive has been, last weekend will be remembered for something much greater. The reason our scene worked so well is all three of us bought into our individual roles. ♀ really was the hot-wife, I was the cuckold and LB truly was the bull. LB & LBJ talked at length to ♀ about the value of having a persona to step into.

 

Lord Batsu is, for the most part, separate from LB. It’s a persona he’s developed over time and that really struck a chord with ♀.  SSS is my persona, but it has become so intertwined with who I am it’s difficult to tell one from the other. Family and friends see my painted toe-nails, they see me waiting on her hand a foot…even if they don’t know any of the other details, everyone knows I’m her bitch. I think that’s the reason why we never considered it as an option for ♀.

 

She’s sure been considering it since we’ve been home. She’s been absolutely giddy at the possibilities of having a sexy new persona to play with…to explore with. She’s trying not to have any preconceptions about who this new persona will be and what will turn her crank. The possibilities are endless and we are both very excited. It feels like the very beginning of SSS…all shiny and new and a whole new world is hers to discover.

 

The only problem has been putting a name to this persona. It needs to reflect who she is now, but also be flexible enough to fit as this persona evolves. And with no idea who or what it’ll evolve into it was proving difficult to find a name for this unknown entity. SSS was an immediate fit for me and ♀ was looking for that same kind of eureka moment. My vote was for “Whore the Explorer’, but she didn’t think so.

 

We were walking along the beach brain-storming Wednesday afternoon,  just tossing out possibilities. ♀ liked ‘Okusan’…the Japanese word for someones wife. I suggested ‘Bitch’. It can be dominate, as in she can be a bitch to me. It can be submissive, as in someones bitch. And it can be purely sexual, as in a horny little bitch.

 

So ladies and gentlemen we are pleased to introduce to you Okusan Bitch!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I am getting very frustrated trying to write this post. I’ve had writers block before, but it’s usually because I can’t think of something to write about or if it’s fiction, what happens next in the story. I know exactly what I want to write about here…I want to chronicle our very first play-date, our very first cuckolding scene, but none of my attempts measure up to the spectacularness of the event.

 

Saturday was a beautiful sunshiny day. The drive down was easy. We were in the border lineup for less then an hour.  Casa del Rudy was lovey and peaceful. We’d only had a couple of short conversations with Lord Batsu at the Lounge and the only things we knew about his wife were what we’d read on her Fetlife page.  It could have been a little awkward…they didn’t know us and there we were spending the weekend, but we seemed to hit it off right away. We sat on their patio with the birds chirping all around us and talked for hours just like we were old friends. Of course there was talk of the kinky lifestyle, but we also talked about lots of other things as well. In fact if we only knew them in the vanilla world I think they are a couple we’d like to hang out with.

 

Before dinner LB gave us a tour of his workshop/play space. It’s huge and needs work (they’ve only been there a few months), but he’s got big plans and from what we learned about him I’m sure it’ll end up exactly like he has pictured in his head. After dinner we moved inside and LB gave us the house tour. I swear there are sex toys tucked away in closets and drawers of every single room of that house.  He even makes toys including a variety of ingenious fucking machines.  I doubt that ♀ will ever be able to walk through the power tool section of a hardware store again without her panties getting wet.

 

We chatted for awhile longer and LBJ was obviously getting tired. I wondered if there was going to any play happening at all. LB said he was going to tuck his lovely wife into bed and have a shower and if we wanted to play we could do so then. ♀ got changed into her sexy new lingerie and I braided her hair. Then the three of us went out to the shop. Lord Batsu told us this would be the first playing that he’d done out there. We didn’t find out until after that it was also his first cuckolding scene, though you never would have guessed that.

 

This is the part of the post I’ve been struggling with. The scene lasted for about three hours and there aren’t enough adjectives to describe how amazing and intense the experience was. After I was tied-up, teased and tormented for awhile, Lord Batsu fucked ♀ repeatedly while she was up on a gyno-table. She’s not really multi-orgasmic, but she did have several very powerful orgasms including one near the end that I gave her with my tongue while Lord Batsu made out with her and played with her breasts. I spent most of the scene strapped to an office chair, but Lord Batsu made sure I was very much involved. He wheeled the chair around to give me a better view, he taunted me, he talked to ♀ about her sissy husband, he winked at me while he was fucking her, he made her his bitch…

 

You see…none of that really does it justice. Lord Batsu took pictures (61 in total) during the scene and immediately afterwards and if we lived in more enlightened times, I’d post those so you could get a sense of what it was like. I’ve been looking at those pictures quite a bit since we’ve been home. LB is a good photographer and the very sexual pics are sexy as hell, but the pictures that I really love are the ones taken at the very end. You can see how connected ♀ & I are. I can’t really explain how another man fucking my wife has made us closer then ever, but this past week I’ve been so filled with love for her it feels like I’m going to burst.

 

Thank you LB & LBJ for an amazing time. We’re looking forward to our next visit (Oct 2).

♀ & sss

I mentioned Jim a few months ago. Here’s a few more details about him: He & ♀ dated in high school. They were each others first true love. ♀ broke it off and broke his heart. They haven’t set eyes on each other in 20 years. They’ve been chatting on Facebook for about a year. His last marriage ended because his wife cheated.  He’s sinced remarried.  They live in another province. The company he works for is opening a branch office 90 minutes from here. He was going to be here getting things started for the new office all of last week. When I got back from rafting, ♀ told me she was going to be meeting Jim and that I wasn’t invited.

 

In the days leading up to the ‘date’, the things she and Jim would be doing (in his hotel room, in our bed, in the back of his car, in the men’s room) were very much a part of our pillow talk.  When we weren’t naked we did have several conversations about what might really happen and how we would handle any number of possibilities. She was fairly certain that his views on the sanctity of marriage would over-ride any feelings of lust he might have. She said if he flirted than she’d flirt back, but she wasn’t going to start anything. If there was flirting and chemistry and it seemed ‘right’ then yes, she’d probably have sex with him.

 

We took another one of Jennifer’s excellent classes a couple of days before and one of the subjects that was discussed was knowing…or trying to know…if there is going to be an emotional attachment to the person (or people) you’re playing with. That’s obviously not always an easy thing to do, but if all participants start off on the same page and everyone actually says what they’re feeling then hopefully big surprises can be avoided. Jennifer explained it much better, but you get the gist.

 

So emotional entanglement was one of the things ♀ & I talked about in regards to Jim. ♀ said that because they had once been madly in love that the emotional connection was built in. There wouldn’t be any point in denying it. I asked if she thought Jim would be able to keep that in perspective if they did have sex. She said that it would need to be discussed while they still had their clothes on, but yes, she was quite certain he would understand what it was and what it wasn’t.

 

An interesting (to me at least) little side bar: When we talked about playing with Lord Batsu,  ♀ insisted that I be involved…not just a casual observer. It was a deal breaker for her. Either I play too or she doesn’t go there. Anything with Lord Batsu would be play only…no emotional stuff.

There would be an emotion connection with Jim and I wouldn’t be invited to the party. She’d tell me about it, of course (‘no sneaking’ is a hard rule), but she doesn’t picture me with them. I don’t know for certain if the just play…I participate vs emotional connection..I don’t participate will be how it is or if that only applies to these two situations, but I did notice.

 

So the day of the date I had a hard time concentrating at work. I crawled into bed with her when I got home and tried to get fresh, but she was having none of it. She asked me to have a shower with her and before she turned the water on I knelt below her and she gave me her morning pee to mark me with her scent. I’d shaved her pubes a couple of days before, but went over them again to make sure she was smooth. I shaved her legs and pits. I washed her hair. I helped her pick out her bra & panties and the clothes she’d wear to work that would easily convert to something a little sexier later. I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her email. Jim would be coming to our town and they would meet for appy’s.

 

♀ made a point of telling me ‘no masturbation’. I had a tough time sleeping. When I got up there were regular text messages designed to torment me all the way up to date time. I tried to keep busy…♀ had left a list of household chores she wanted done, but it didn’t fill up the hours. I kept imagining all the things they might be doing and it made me so freaking horny. It was the first time I ever thought having a cock cage might be a good idea. ♀ approving of all my orgasms was something I suggested as part of my sissification and it’s really been just done on the honour system. If I want her to treat me like a sissy then I’ll do what she says to do. We don’t call it ‘sex’ until someone has an orgasm and it’s not masturbation until you come. I didn’t have an orgasm that afternoon, but I had many erections. I wouldn’t want to be in a cage for days and days, but I can see the value in not being able to touch it during specific events.

 

Anyway, ♀ called me 3 hours after she met Jim. They were coming to our house. The first thing I asked was ‘did she want me to leave?’ I could go to work early. She laughed and said no, but suggest I be dressed in boy clothes. They arrived a few minutes later. She commented on how nice the apartment looked. She offered Jim one of my beers and told me to get her a cold drink.  She told me to get the file and lotion so I could do her feet. She asked me to tell Jim what I asked her when she’d called. I told him I’d asked if she wanted me to leave. She looked at Jim and said, ‘see, I told you so.’

I’m not sure if he thought we were just kidding, but if I’d been thinking a little quicker I would have added that I thought being able to hook up with an old flame 20 years later was seriously hot. He left before I went to work and he gave her a big hug in the hallway.

 

♀ seemed very pleased with how the date went. She’s been talking about him quite a bit…even to ‘vanilla’  friends.  Jim will be here fairly often over the next while getting the new office up and running. ♀ is hoping to see him again and isn’t ruling out the possibility of things going further.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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