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September 10, 2008
You’ll never guess what I did at 4 am today…I hopped a fence and went skinny dipping in the hot springs. It was so nice having the whole place to myself. I was sorry ♀ wasn’t there with me, but we’d had a difficult night and besides I’m not sure how we would have explained both of us wandering around outside to the woman at the front desk. I explained what 30 years of night shift does to a person and told her I was walking down to the beach. We decided to spend a second night here so I was able to sleep in a bit. It was nice.
♀ called her dad…and cried…former sister-in-law….and cried…Junior …and cried. It’s understandable, of course. Besides having a child together, he’d been a part of her life since high school. A big part of why she’s upset right now is how this had hurt Junior, but eventually she’ll need to come to terms with her own issues.
We tried making love a couple of times, but she couldn’t find her mojo (hardly surprising) she offered to give me lovin’ (she’s so great), but I told her no. We did get naked and lay on the bed just touching each other for a while. I don’t know if being a sissy has anything to do with it, but I really liked just doing that.
♀ put the butt plug in me and we went for a stroll down to the lake in the late afternoon sunshine. There was no beach to speak of, but we found an old boat launch that was nice and private and took some pictures. When we got back we went for another dip in the hot springs. First we went into the caves, which are quite hot. Right beside them is a very cold ‘stream-fed’ pool. ♀wanted me to go in…at first I refused, but then she said she’d fuck me with the ‘Feeldoe’ so in I jumped. After that we went into the big pool. It’s a little cooler then the caves, but still very nice. We spent most of our time fondling each other and making comments about the women in the pool: cuteness, nice boobs, fat asses, odd tattoos, interesting bathing suits, the dynamics of the couples we saw…the list is endless.
When we got back D called to say we have a done deal on the apartment. Yippee!
I braided her hair and laced her into her corset. She hasn’t worn it for several weeks. The dress she wore to dinner wasn’t fancy, but wow the corset made her look uberhot even in a plain dress. The waiters seemed to be making lots of trips past our table. Unfortunately, we had a waitress and the service was terrible. I think she was jealous.
After dinner we went back into the hot springs. We found a relatively quiet corner in the caves and made out until ♀ got over heated. We went into the big pool and ♀ sat on my lap and teased me. It was all light and playful until I felt a big warm gush. She was peeing on me! I love it when she pisses on me, but for her to do it there…well fuck! It made me really really excited. She could feel how hard my cock was getting so she turned around and asked me if I wanted to fuck her right there in the pool with all the people around. I told her I did, but I thought there would be a lack of lubrication in the water. The pool was still quite crowded and lots of people were sitting on other peoples laps so that didn’t attract attention. The mineral water is murky so nobody could really see what was going on. She kept necking with me and playing with my nipples and fiddling with positions and then holy doodle, I was inside of her. There were people all around us and she just bounced lightly up and down on my cock. It was so freakin’ exciting. After about 10 minutes they announced it was closing time and people needed to get out of the pool. It was pretty clear I wasn’t going to be able to come with that kind of pressure and I was going to need a few minutes to settle down so she got off me and we composed ourselves. Even though neither of us had an orgasm, it was an intensely exciting experience.
When we got back to our room, we had a shower and shaved the various body parts that needed shaving. When we got out she told me to kneel on the bed and she brought out our new flogger. She beat me for about ten minutes; lightly at first, then harder and harder. By the time she stopped, my ass was on fire and my cock was rock hard again. She lay on her back and I entered her easily. Then spread my legs like a good sissy. I bit her lip while we were kissing and she slapped my face. She reminded me that only she is allowed to inflict pain and unless she says otherwise she expects me to kiss like a girl…gently. She told me what a bad boy I was for fucking her in the pool and how I would have been punished and publicly humiliated if I’d been caught. It didn’t take long for me to come.
By this time, ♀had found her mojo and really needed an orgasm. So we continued with the pool fantasy while I fingered her come filled cunt. A strapping young boy had been watching us and knew what was going on. He edged closer to us and when he was sitting right next to us he slipped his hand down into his own bathing suit. I was unaware of his presence, but ♀ locked eyes with him and licked her lips in the most seductive way, encouraging him as she bounced up and down on my cock. When all three of us were very close, the strapping young boy grabbed me by the hips and lowered me onto his lap with ♀ still impaled on my cock. He didn’t enter me, but he grabbed ♀ breasts with his big strong hands, pulled her to him and kissed her like a real man with me sandwiched between them. That one image is what did it for her and she had a long intense orgasm.
Yeah, it was smokin’ hot! But I haven’t forgotten she owes me a <Feeldoe> fuck.
March 16, 2008
We seem to have a heck of a time planning specific sexual activities or ’scenes’. We start off with the best of intentions, but once things start to heat up all that planning evaporates and unscripted passion takes over. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. In fact it’s almost always a very enjoyable thing. It’s just that even though what did happen was really great, I still crave the activity we had planned.
Here’s an example: ♀ was going to fuck me with a strap-on after I finished pampering her on Saturday night. I enjoy being penetrated by, well, pretty much anything, but especially by ♀ wearing a strap-on. This is <not one of her favourite activities> however, so it doesn’t happen all that often. I try to be a good sissy. I know my sexual pleasures are subject to her approval and I’m fine with that, but I still have those desires.
The evenings festivities ended not with her cock buried deep inside my ass, but with me straddling her chest; my balls on her breasts, my cock down her throat, with one hand she was playing with her clit and with her other hand she was tugging on the handle of my <NJoy butt plug>. She came like that! She had a huge orgasm while giving me a blow job!!! How fucking cool is that?! Yeah, I came too and she swallowed it all except for a little that dribbled down her chin and that’s sexy as hell, but holy doodle a woman having an orgasm while giving head isn’t something that’s ever happened to me before.
She asked if I was disappointed about not getting fucked in the bum. Ah, no. I still want her to bend me over, but what did happen will be near the top of the sexual hi-light reel in my head, like forever.
Easter and springbreak don’t usually coincide so this week will be a little odd. I’ll be super busy at work (I’m already dreaming about hot-cross buns…argh), ♀ will be off school, but will be working extra hours, Mini will be with his mom all week and Junior will be working.
We’ve been planning on having a ‘playday’ for awhile now and it looks like Tuesday or Thursday will be the day. She suggested I give her a list of things I’d like to have happen during the day and she’d ‘take them under advisment’. Neither of us are naive enough to believe the day will unfold like we’d planned, but here are some ideas:
-I’d like to get all tarted up…sexy lingerie, pretty dress, boobs, wig, make-up…
-I don’t think toilet paper should touch her pussy for the whole day, just my tongue.
-She could ‘force’ me to do some chore I don’t usually do; the litter-boxes or bathrooms or steam-clean the downstairs carpets. A real spanking would be in order if I tried to refuse.
-She could pimp out my sissy services to another woman. Invite a friend over and I’d serve tea and give them pedicures, nothing overtly sexual. Unless…*wink*
-I’d like to see how many orgasms she could have in one day.
-I’d like to lick her juices off of her ‘cock’ after she’s come.
-I’d like her to fuck my ass numerous times over several hours, but deny me any direct genital stimulation. I’m curious to find out if I can orgasm from penetration alone. If I am able to, she should continue with the anal assaults. The thought of being used when I’m no longer excited appeals to me.
Do you have any suggestions for our play-day?
February 28, 2008
December 31, 2007
I got home from work exceptionally early Saturday morning; 3:30 to be exact. Junior came hurtling down the stairs wild-eyed in his tighty-wighties, “Fuck, you scared the hell out of me,” he said in a slightly slurred voice. “I thought you were K.”
K, you see, is one of Juniors girlyfriends, but she’s special because she has a key to our house. The reason Junior was so alarmed is right at that moment B was passed out in his bed. The entertainment value of seeing him get busted might have been enough for me to make an anonymous phone call, but I had other things on my mind.
♀ was getting up at 4:30 to get ready for work and I was hoping for some lovin’. Before I left work my boss had warned me of the dangers of getting home several hours early. He thought she might whack me over the head with one of her toys or she might be in bed with her young lover. I was really hoping her young lover was female, cuz that would be hot.
♀ was in bed alone, but already still awake. The children, despite being told several times to shut-the-fuck-up, had been noisy. In fact the reason Junior was still awake was he`d been cleaning up the bathroom. B, being much to delicate to puke in the toilet had hurled in the sink and there had been considerable splatter. He`d done quite a good cleaning job, but when he asked me how to clean his mom`s hair brush *gag* I told him to buy her a new one.
Once that bit of nastiness was done, ♀ went tinkle and crawled back into bed with me and since we only had about 30 minutes before she had to get up…we got busy. It’s a funny thing; she doesn’t like me kissing her when she has morning breath. Some of you might be saying *well duh*, but considering all the other places she does like (or at least let) me put my mouth, being shy about morning breath seems…well…odd because a short time later I was licking her needs to be shaved soon pussy and was thrilled to discover that she hadn’t wiped after going pee. Urine, hers that is, is something we disagree about. I think that if I’m available, toilet paper should never touch her pussy. She does not agree so golden showers are one thing, but her pee coming into contact with my mouth is a rare treat.
It wasn’t long before her pubes were tickling my balls, her fingers were twisting my nipples and she was whispering filthy words into my ear. This might surprise you, but she is way better at trash talk then I am…she really has a gift and it didn’t take long for me to have the first big O of the day. I offered to give her one, but she didn’t want one right then. Having a partner who is happy just giving me an orgasm was a difficult concept for me to grasp. I had always believed that if I had one, so should my partner and if she didn’t I was doing something wrong. Getting pleasure just from giving me pleasure was a completely foreign concept to me. I am so freakin’ lucky.
I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her E-mail, I made her breakfast and packed her lunch while she drank her coffee, I warmed her car up and scraped her windows while she read the paper then I sent her off to work. She thinks she’s the lucky one.
After she’d left, I took two beers and left over pizza (cold, of course) upstairs to the office to check my Email and read blogs. Well, actually I was surfing porn, but I wasn’t masturbating. In fact I was finishing the second beer and trying to decide if I should have a third or call her at work to ask for permission to jerk-off when I heard the front door open. I thought for sure it was K and with Junior and B both sound asleep…yeah I know I’m a jerk, but admit it, you can see the entertainment value too.
Even better, it was ♀ returning home to me. The schedule at work had been changed and they forgot to call her. She was a little miffed, but on the way home decided that she wanted the big O she’d missed out on earlier. Straight to bed we went and the first thing she told me to do was to lick *his* cum out of her cunt.
“That’s it Baby, lick me clean. Do you like the taste of his seed? If you can make me come in your mouth, I might let you have sloppy seconds, you dirty little cunt-licker.”
I did and she did, but if was past my bedtime and I’d had two beers and even though I was really horny I didn’t think I was going to be able to come again. So she turned on the TV and VCR. There was a Michael Ninn tape in the player. It was half way through the tape so I don’t know the name. Not that it matters, they’re all pretty sexy. ♀ got on all fours so we could both watch and the porn along with some verbal encouragement from ♀ I was able to come. Of course by then, she was ready to go again so she rolled over and I fingered her and played with her nipples while she watched the tape and she was able to have a second big O. She let me lick her clean, not to get either of us going again, but just because I love the taste of our orgasms mixed together.
I fell asleep spooning her. My cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, one hand holding her breast, as much of my skin touching her skin as possible. We didn’t have Mini this weekend and Junior had taken B home so the house was quiet and I slept very soundly and quite late. It was almost 3pm when I woke up, went pee and wandered downstairs. Holmes on Homes was on the big screen, ♀ was on the couch and her nightie was bunched up around her waist.
“Oh gawd,” she groaned. “I need your fucking fingers in me, right now!”
Talk about good timing, in less then a minute she came all over my hand. I licked my fingers. Tasty.
She looked at me with a big happy grin, “Good morning, lover. Want to go for a walk?”
It was cool, but not raining when we left so we walked to the mall (about 45 minutes). We bought a new belt for me and a new hair brush for her. She teased me about what else she could use them for. We got our passport photos taken. She graduates and turns 40 next July. I’m thinking we should do something special. Maybe a cruise…any suggestions? We picked up some groceries and walked home in the dark and the drizzle.
She made Asian Chicken Salad for dinner, I cleaned up, then we had a shower and I shaved our pits and legs. I’ve always shaved her pussy, but doing her other parts is something I’ve only just started to do. Getting the angles right in the shower is kinda difficult. I don’t know if that’ll stay as one of my jobs.
I was going to shave her pussy, but I’d forgotten to buy the special cream we use…regular shaving cream gives her a nasty rash so she had some other things for me to do. First I trimmed her hair. I’d never done that before and took off more then I’d wanted to, trying to get it straight. I brushed and braided her hair, I filed and massaged her piggies, painted her finger and toe nails…a very nice purple. Then she rolled over on her tummy and told me she wanted a back massage. I could have used this, but since I had the lotion out anyway I used my hands.
It didn’t start out as a sexual massage, but…remember how I told you she can get pleasure from giving me pleasure? I get pleasure from pampering her. I don’t massage her nearly as often as I should and we both really enjoy it when I do. I was kneeling in between her outstretched legs and as I slid my hands up her back to massage her shoulders, my cock would brush her ass. After about twenty minutes of that my cock was very hard and I could smell her sex. Is there any smell better then the scent of an aroused woman? She lifted her hips up, but I wanted to tease her. I continued to massage her lower back, hips and ass. I slid my cock between her ass cheeks, the underside of my shaft rubbing her rose bud. Then I’d change the angle so the top of my shaft was brushing her clit. Back and forth I went until she was moaning low.
“What hole do you want me in Lover?” I whispered in her ear.
She was pushing herself back hard at me trying to get me inside. “Oh fuck, I don’t care. Just fuck me now.”
I obliged and slid slowly into her waiting pussy. I love that view. Watching my cock slick with her juices sliding in and out of her cunt. My fingers were still covered in lotion so of course one then two of them just had to slip into her ass. I was powerless to stop them. That’s such a great position; not only can I see myself fuck her, but I can also feel my cock inside her with my fingers.
Not surprisingly, I came first. She rolled over and kept playing with her clitty. I still had lotion and stuff on my fingers so I pulled a big purple dildo out of the toy drawer and fucked her with that. The downside of using a toy is I couldn’t feel the contractions as her orgasm got close, but her nipples were rock hard between my fingers and the flush had moved way down her chest and her toes curled. Really, is there anything cooler then making your lovers toes curl?
After she was done, we shared the toy like a big purple lollipop and marvelled how an old married couple like us can still have seven orgasms in one day.
ps: Happy New Year!!! I think ‘08 is going to be a very good year.
October 13, 2007
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards my crotch, forcing my still dripping cock into her mouth. She made gagging and retching noises as the last of my pee dripped onto her tongue. “What, you don’t like the taste of my piss in that filthy little mouth of yours? There’s going to be a lot more you don’t like by the time I’m done with you.”
The look she shot up at me through the smeared make-up really was that of an obstinate teen. “Suck it bitch. Suck it just like I taught you. I want my cock to get hard in your mouth.”
I held on to her pig-tails, her face pulled tight against me, I could feel the underside of my shaft lengthening along her tongue. “Did you suck that pimply-faced boys’ cock today?”
She nodded, yes.
“Was he as big as me?”
I loosened my grip on her hair so she could answer. “He wasn’t pimply-faced at all. He was a jock and he was so much bigger then you, I could barely get the head of it in my mouth.”
I pulled back hard on her hair and started fucking her mouth. “It doesn’t matter how many cocks you suck bitch; we both know that you were daddy’s little cock-sucker first.”
The look she gave me from the tub with my penis in her mouth; well lets just say for a moment I had a vision of her biting it right off.
I fucked her face like that until I was fully loaded and sliding in and out of her throat. I told her to get out of the tub and lay on the floor. “What else did you let this big dumb jock do to you bitch?”
“Anything he wanted to do. When he finger fucked me, his fingers were so thick I came all over his hand.”
I slid two fingers inside her pussy and curled them up against her g-spot.
“He said he loved my breasts and he knew exactly how to play with my nipples.”
She reached up to try and touch them. I slapped at her hand, but she moved it and I hit her breast. She gasped and her pussy tightened on my fingers, so I slapped her breast again, even harder this time. “This isn’t about your pleasure bitch.”
I pulled my fingers out and slid my cock into her now very wet cunt. “Did he fuck you?”
“He fucked me so often I lost count. He was so young and strong, it didn’t take him days to get hard like you.”
We were nose to nose and I asked, “Did he like your tight little cunt?”
“He loved it. I told him I was so tight because the only other cock I’d ever had was a tiny little pencil dick that really didn’t really count for anything.”
I tried to look even angrier when I told her to roll over. I’ve accidentally hurt her before in this position so I try to be careful, but not this time. I slammed my cock back inside of her with one strong thrust. If it hurt, she didn’t let on. “You know what else? He didn’t use a condom. What do you think of that? Does it turn you on knowing there’s another man’s come all over your cock?”
“You think your tough, don’t you? You’re nothing but a dirty little skank.” I grabbed her hips and started fucking her even harder. I noticed her hand reaching up towards her pussy so I slapped the angry red welts from my belt on her ass and her whole body shuddered. “I told you before, you don‘t get pleasure until you learn respect.”
“You’re not the boss of me. It’s my body and my life and I’ll do what ever I want.”
I leaned across her back and whispered in her ear, “You listen to me, bitch. I’ve owned your sorry ass for a long time. Everything you know about sex, you learned from me and it’ll be a long time before any man does anything to you that I haven’t done before.”
My cock was still buried deep in her pussy and I grabbed a pig-tail and pulled her head around so I could look her in the eye. “But there is one place where no man has gone before, isn’t there bitch? And tonight I’m going to take that away from you as well.”
I reached under the counter and pulled out the only lubricant I could find; an old jar of Vaseline. I opened the jar, spread the cheeks of her ass apart and applied some of the cold jelly on her virgin hole.
Before you start sending me hate mail, I’ve fucked her ass numerous times before and she’s really quite fond of it. Honest.
She struggled to get free, but I held on tight to her hair. With my cock still buried deep in her cunt, she wasn’t going anywhere. I pushed my index finger into her lubed asshole.”No daddy, please don’t!” She squealed. “You always said that was an exit only. You said you would never touch me there.”
“That was before you decided to become the town whore. I fucked your mouth first and your pussy first and now I’m going to take that chocolate cherry of yours as well.” And I forced a second finger into her ass. She clenched my fingers as I stroked the top of my cock through her lining. After a few moments, I pulled my fingers out and positioned my cock at the entrance to her forbidden zone.
I’d barely started to enter her when she yelled, “If you do this to me, I’ll tell mommy!”
“Mommy already knows you’re a skank. She’s always known. She thinks it’s better you then her.” And I started the slow steady push into her rectum.
“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She screamed when I was all the way in.
This probably sounds weird coming from a sissy, but her screams and the way she was struggling and the way the whole scene had unfolded was a huge turn-on for me and it didn’t take long for me to get to the edge. I didn’t come in her ass though. I pulled out with an audible pop and jerked my load onto her back.
When I’d recovered enough, I stood up and positioned her before me in front of the mirror. I wiped the ejaculate and lube from her back and rubbed it into the sweat, make-up and piss on her face and down onto her breasts. “Do you see what happens to filthy little skanks that disobey their daddy?”
She looked at her self like she didn’t recognize her reflection. I sat down on the toilet and said, “Lay down here and masturbate for me. I want to watch you come.”
She did as she was told; put one foot on my lap and the other one on the edge of the bath tub, and started to play. The mechanics of her masturbatory session were as they usually are; dip fingers into wetness, circle clitoris, repeat as necessary, but emotionally it was very different. She kept her eyes closed the whole time and there was none of the usual banter between the two of us. She did mutter some; ‘filthy little whore, dirty skank’, that sort of thing, but it all was going on in her head, not with me. In fact my only involvement other then as spectator was right near the end when she grabbed my foot and tried to shove it into her pussy.
I suppose the acoustics of the bathroom made her orgasm sound different then usual, but even still the sounds she made when she came were so guttural, primal, painful. As if they were being ripped out of her. It was really quite disconcerting.
When she was done, she just lay there in a foetal position. I started the shower then helped her into the tub. She was as limp as a rag doll so I got her to sit in the tub while I carefully bathed her. I washed and conditioned her hair, then used the puff and her favourite body lotion to wash her. When I was done, I set the shower head to massage and ran it back and forth across her shoulders and up and down her back until we started running out of hot water. I helped her out of the tub, dried her off and tucked her into bed. That entire time, from the end of her orgasm until she fell asleep, we never spoke a word.
She woke up when I came to bed the next morning. We made love, but other then asking me when I knew that she was playing a game, we really haven’t talked about it.
I’m still feeling kind of weird about the whole thing.
September 30, 2007
As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ & I have had some scheduling challenges the past few weeks. That’s not a big surprise to either of us, but still, I miss her. She left me an email for when I got up Saturday afternoon, telling me that she’d be home from work just after 6pm and we were meeting a friend of hers and her guy at a new Thai restaurant on the beach. She said she’d already made reservations for 7pm. She also told me she wanted me to wear all male clothes. It had been a long week and there was no one home so it was nice and quiet and I didn’t wake up until just after 3pm. I read her email and wasn’t really bothered about her clothing request. She doesn’t ask for that very often and it’s pretty much been all sissy all the time lately. I had a shower and shaved, put on a load of laundry, did the breakfast dishes (even in man clothes, I’m still her bitch) and went upstairs to get dressed.
The only men’s undies I still have are a couple of pair of silk boxers so I put on the Bugs Bunny ones, lined dress pants (some men’s clothes do feel nice) with a leather belt and a nice shirt. I decided against a tie, but put on some cologne. By this time it was about 5pm and I was starting to get hungry. Dinner was a couple hours away so I had a sandwich and a cola. I played some online backgammon and about 5:45 I decided that it would take her awhile to get ready so I had a beer. At 6:30 she wasn’t home yet so I called her cell. It was turned off. I had another beer. At 7pm, an hour past when she said she’d be home there was still no ♀ and no phone call. Her phone was still turned off. Her friends phone was turned off. I was more worried then annoyed, we let each other know where we are. That’s just common courtesy, right? I opened a third beer just as she pulled into the driveway.
Ok before I go any further, I need to tell you about something that happened a couple of days before she started school. We were in Walmart getting the last of her school supplies and before we left, we went through the ladies clothing department. They had the cutest little skirts on sale. They were short, pleated, plaid with big black belts. They also had plaid Mary Jane style shoes to match. with some knee high white stockings and a white blouse and you’d have the most adorable little school girl outfit for under $50. She insisted that she would never wear a skirt that short, and the only skirt that would have fit me was blue and the only shoes that would have fit were red. I tried to convince her that even if it never got worn out of the house, one of us should have that outfit. But in the end we didn’t get it.
So in she walked an hour late, wearing a little plaid school girl skirt like the one we saw in Walmart and hell yes, it was very short. She was not wearing the matching Mary Janes, but heels. They must have been at least 4′ with thin black straps that wrapped up her stocking clad calves. She almost never wears heels because she claimed that they hurt her feet and hips and the rare time she does, they sure as hell aren’t heels like that. The white blouse she was wearing was tied just below her breasts, exposing the tummy she’s always trying so hard to hide. Her breasts; holy crap, her breasts were huge. The only way she could have that much cleavage showing was if she had my silicone inserts in her bra. Don’t forget she had a breast reduction before she met me. She had her hair in pig-tails and at the top of each one she had a little pink bow. She’s 39 years old for god sake! She was wearing make-up. She almost never does that and when she does, she uses it very sparingly. Not on Saturday. She had it plastered on, thick and nasty and when she sauntered in chewing bubble gum and swinging a little purse she looked like a Tim Burton version of a middle-aged woman trying to look like a slutty school girl. It was, to say the least, disturbing. And that’s coming from a guy who spends a lot of time dressed as a woman, but still shaves his head and not his face.
“We were supposed to meet Christina at 7.”
“I called her and told her we couldn’t make it.”
“But you couldn’t be bothered to call me?”
“Yeah, right. Are we still going out? I haven’t eaten yet.”
“You can go out. I’ve already eaten.”
“I’ve been waiting for an hour. Where did you go for dinner.”
“We went to Earls.”
“We? Who is we?”
“Just a friend.” She flipped one of her pig-tails back and that’s when I saw it; a big fucking hickey on her neck.
Ok, so I need to interject a couple of things here. Even before the start of my sissification, we’d talked about the possibility of including others. Various men and women have been part of role playing and trash talk in our bedroom. Together we’ve had cyber sex with both sexes. We often talk about potential candidates; both people we know and random strangers we happen to see. So far we’ve never done it, but we both agreed on one firm rule: Sexual contact of any kind with anybody else will only be permitted if we both agree to it and if both of us participate. In other words, No Fucking Cheating!!! The other thing you should know is she never cancelled her Classmates.com membership after she met me and recently she joined Facebook.com. In the past month or so guys have been coming out of the woodwork wanting to ‘reconnect’ with her; old boyfriends, guys that only wish they could have been her boyfriend back in the day, married guys, divorced guys, guys who have an ‘understanding’ with their significant other. ♀ had been showing me all the emails and as far as I knew she hadn’t met up with any of them. Our relationship was based on trust and respect so I had no reason to feel threatened or jealous, but let’s face it, I am a sissy and I sometimes worry that I’m not man enough for her.
“What the hell do you mean, ‘just a friend’?” I asked as I reached for her neck.
She slapped my hand away. “I don’t have to tell you anything, you‘re not my father.” And she jutted her chin out like a snotty little kid.
“We had an agreement.”
“What are you going to do about it, sissy?”
“I’ll show you what I’m going to do about it. If you’re going to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat.” And I took my belt off.
“You don’t have the balls”, she sneered.
In one quick movement I grabbed her wrist, sat down on a kitchen chair and pulled her over my knee. I lifted up her skirt and do you know what she had on underneath? About a month ago a friend of ours was in Los Angeles and while she was there, she bought ♀ a leopard print bra and matching crotchless panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood. She hadn’t worn them for me yet, but apparently she’d worn them for some guy who’d been chewing on her neck. It takes a lot to get me angry, but I was riled. I folded the belt in half and I spanked her hard one, two, three times. She didn’t cry out, but on the third crack of the belt on her ass I felt something warm on my lap. I pushed her off and do you know what she’d done??? She’d pissed on me!!! Now, she’s peed on me lots of times in the shower. In fact I’d like her to piss on me even more often then she does, but bloody hell; in the kitchen, on my pants?
“Ah, it looks like the little sissy peed himself.”
“You bitch! Get the fuck out of my sight!”
She turned and meandered towards the stairs and as she went she started getting undressed. As she took off her skirt and panties and blouse and bra and my silicone inserts she just dropped them on the floor. One of my fake boobies fell through the stairs and landed in the kitty litter box. I finished my beer, tried to calm down them followed her upstairs gathering her discarded clothes as I went.
She was in the bathroom when I got there, sitting on the toilet taking her shoes and stockings off. The shower was already running. I reached in and turned it off.
“Get in and sit down,” I told her.
She looked at me hard for a moment then did as I’d instructed. I took off my wet pants and shorts and stood at the edge of the tub facing her. “You think getting pissed on is funny? Let’s see how you like it.”
“Yeah, right,” she said, and started to laugh.
She had every right to laugh. For some reason I can’t pee in front of anyone. In a public washroom, I need to wait for a stall because I can’t go in the urinal if someone else is there. In six years she’s never watched me pee, but I was really angry and my bladder was full of a cola and three beer. I stood at the edge of the tub and I let it rip. I pissed all over her hair and face and breasts; everywhere. She didn’t even try to get out of the way or block the stream. I bet you didn’t know this, but urine makes great make-up remover. It was pouring off her face. You can’t even imagine what a mess she was. Guess where else it was running from? Her neck! The big fucking hickey was running down her neck. This was all just some elaborate ruse she’d thought up.