Can you believe it???

 

My very own action figure…

 

 

 

Thanks C

I think ♀ was caught off guard by the sheer volume of responses our ‘Men Wanted’ ad on Plenty of Fish  had. The part that surprised me was the number of men who obviously hadn’t read (or understood?) what the ad actually said. We had our fair share of the comical/icky/scary, but there were quite a few enticing responses as well.  We said ‘no thanks’ to any men who said they were married and their wives didn’t know they were playing. We don’t need the drama. ‘Non-smoker’ is a strong preference, but not necessarily a hard rule. Then if their response was interesting and their profile looked promising and if ♀ thought they looked attractive, she sent them the link to our blog. She’d suggest they look around to get a better idea of who we are and pointed out the HNT posts.  If they wrote back and sounded even more eager, she sent them a picture of our faces and asked some more questions about them and what they might be into.

 

Ok, when we joined the Lounge we decided we would only go to two activities per month. Partly because of finances, but mostly we didn’t want ‘play’ to take over our life. We don’t count Deviant Dining as an activity, but classes and Exploratorium and play-events, we try for two things a month.  At the time the NYE party was counted as a December thing, but it kinda felt like a January thing as well. Amy had pretty much convinced ♀ to go to her first Dirty Girls party (Jan8 ) and we have a free ticket to Sultry (Jan 29).

 

We didn’t place that ad because we wanted to spend less time at the Lounge. We still think Jennifer is super-duper awesome, and the people are great and the vibe is still sexy. It’s just that who we are able to play with there is very random. It’s always fun…it’s just that we thought we should look for additional situations that are more specific to our needs.

 

Anyway, we’ve both been fighting colds and the day before Dirty Girls ♀ said she didn’t want to go to her first all-girl party hacking and sneezing. So we decided we would go to the Naughty Party (Jan 15) instead and we’re still going to Sultry at the end of the month. Oh yeah, Lord & Lady Batsu have invited us down on Jan 22.  As you can see our social calendar was already pretty full even before that ad went out.

 

But out it went and the responses started to pour in and we got caught up in the excitement and attention. Even though we both had colds and ♀ wasn’t feeling good enough to go to Dirty Girls, we agreed to a meet-and-greet. We were both on the fence about whether or not we would play, but ♀ did get dressed sexy and packed a Ho-To-Go bag.

 

We met W at the pub underneath the hotel he was staying at. He travels a lot for work and is on the coast a few times a year. He’s younger then ♀. He was easy to talk to. Not just about sexy stuff, but life/love/the universe. We had a couple of drinks and everyone seemed very comfortable. He made it clear that he was interested, but we never felt pressured. I must admit, I liked the feeling I had taking my wife up to the hotel room of a man we’d met in the bar only 90 minutes before. It was a nice hotel and his room had a spectacular view of the river and city lights and the Alex Fraser bridge.

 

It really didn’t take long for everyone to get naked and sex did occur. If fact, hot-sweaty sex continued on until about 2:30am. W, was at one time or another, in all of ♀ orifices and several times in my own mouth. Yes, I have now sucked cock and how was that you ask.  W & ♀ both said I did very well, but considering I’ve taken Jennifer’s cock-sucking class and reviewed Carol Queen’s DVD on the same subject…it’ll take some practice. But did I enjoy it? Well, it felt like a very submissive thing to be told to do and things that reinforce that ‘sissy’ head-space are almost always good for me. They were making out the few times I did it and I liked that I was able to add to their excitement (and ♀ amusement), but I can’t imagine ever lusting for another mans cock.

 

So I do have some final thoughts about W from the perspective of a week later. He is a man who earns his living adapting quickly to a variety of situations. He was very smooth, but not slimy like some get. He was pleasant and we enjoyed the few hours we spent with him, but I don’t think we saw who he really was.  I used the past tense, because even though we all seemed very pleased with how things went, I wouldn’t be surprised if we never heard from him again. I mean that’s fine, we’re not looking for new best friends. If he does contact ♀ when he’s in town again, we’d probably play with him again and if he never does, well we had a very enjoyable night.

 

We met another man the following night. It was Sunday and we were tired and still fighting our colds and ♀ had to work early so no Ho-To-Go bag was packed. G was older than me and much rougher around the edges than W, but still pleasant enough. We talked for about an hour and we both felt comfortable with him. ♀ didn’t really get a ‘wow, I can’t wait to have him’ kind of moment, but we decided that probably had more to do with colds and fatigue than it did with anything about him. We decided that we would play once to see it there was any chemistry and we made a mid-week date. He was to come over after ♀ got home from work and leave when I left for work (that would give us 5 hours). We ended up having to cancel. We rescheduled, but he emailed a few days later to say he was going back to his wife and was no longer interested in play-dates.

 

We had another meet-and-greet this past weekend. We did have a Ho-To-Go bag packed, but that was because we were going to a Naughty Play Party at the Lounge right after. We both had a good feeling about S. He seemed very honest about why he was interested, he was very upfront about what (and who) he’d be into and we never got the impression he was telling us what he thought we wanted to hear. What I mean is he thinks cuckolding is very hot, but isn’t interested in much (if any) actual contact with me. He knows we would be interested in that and he could have fudged it  just to get laid…even if it was only once, but he knew himself and was (I think) truthful with us. Anyway, ♀ is attracted to him and sent him a note saying as much and he still sounds game and now it’s just a matter of arranging schedules.

 

So that’s three meet-and-greets and one play-date so far. According to her little black book, there are five more men we might want to meet. I just checked her POF page and three more have sent messages since she went to bed last night. As ♀ says, ‘so many men, so little time’.

 

 

 

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

Hi there it’s me, ♀. I want to tell you about a Deviant Dining sss & I went to a few months ago. I worked that day. There’s been construction on the route we usually take to the Lounge so the commute  took twice as long as it should have. I may or may not have had a headache, but I remember not feeling my best. I probably would have enjoyed chatting with people I already knew, but I wasn’t really feeling up to ‘getting-to-know-you’ chats. sss was talking to several people at our table about…well he’d say he was talking about us, but really he was talking about his sissification. It doesn’t really matter, I’ve heard the spiel many times before and I was a million miles away.

 

Then out of the blue one of the men at our table turned to me and asked, “how has this been for you?”

“Oh sorry, I did not hear what you asked”

“How has being married to a sissy affected you?”

“Ummm, it’s just basically sss discovering who he is. It’s really not about me at all.”

 

There was an awkward silence and the conversation moved on in other directions. During the drive home sss mentioned he was embarrassed by what I had said.  He felt that the impression I gave was there was nothing in it for me, that it was all about him. I think there several different issues here. If I gave the impression that I don’t benefit or there’s nothing I like about being married to a sissy then I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant at all.

 

Have I grown sexually and emotionally during the past 9 years? Absolutely. But I think that has more to do with the sort of man he is (not just the sissy part) and the sort of relationship we have. As we’ve explored his sexuality, he’s also encouraged me to explore mine.

 

So what did my off-the-cuff comment at the Lounge mean? Well all of the ideas surrounding my husbands sissification have been his. Seriously, all of them. What it means to be a sissy. What he’d like to do for me and have done to him have all been his ideas or suggestions. So from that perspective, I stand by what I said.

 

But I get where he is coming from…yes all the ideas and suggestions come from him, but clearly I play a big part in how (or if) things go from there. I wasn’t losing any sleep fretting about it and I doubt he was either. It had come up in conversation a couple of  times. Mostly just what would be a more accurate way to explain ‘us’ if asked.

 

He sent me this blog post a few days ago. The blogger is commenting on another bloggers post (I didn’t actually read that 1) and they’re talking about cuckolding specifically, but I think what they were saying applies well to sissification in general. Much of  the post rings true, but after I’d thought about it for a few days I decided that sss is more like the producer. He’s the idea guy…big-general-never-ending-idea guy. I think I’m the director. I decide if his suggestions are going to be tried and after that then all the who what when where why and hows are up to me.

The producer and the director have different roles, but they are very much equals. If one or the other of us said something isn’t working, I’m absolutely certain that that something would stop.

 

That’s the one thing about all this sissy stuff that I’ve struggled with. It’s become a huge part of our life. He wants to be treated like a sissy all the time and that usually means being submissive. That’s all well and good, but at some level I need us to be equals as well. We  have talked about it over the years and he recognizes that need and  in many ways that equality just happens naturally. I think this producer/director idea will be a good way to explain ‘us’ and maybe even help on those days when we get off track.

 

 

Hugs,

♀

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

 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.

 

I had no idea that one of my favourite activities has a name. The inter-net is a wondrous thing.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I wrote a post a few days ago about what I did for Dad’s Day. 

 

Being a huge fan of older cartoons, I would have preferred Tweety Bird or Bugs Bunny in drag (♀ already has the Betty Boop market cornered), but really, how many guys get any lingerie for Father’s Day? Probably not many.

 

Actually, the lingerie was in impulse purchase. ♀ was at the mall buying our new 600-thread count sheets (so soft) when she saw the Hello Kitty stuff.  She spoils me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HHNT

♀ & 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

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

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