The move was a challenge, but ♀ is amazingly well organized and things unfolded pretty much as they were supposed to. Saturday was moving day and by Wednesday morning there wasn’t a cardboard box left in our nice new condo. Our storage locker down the hall is stuffed full of boxes and we haven’t hung anything up on the walls yet, but it’s starting to feel like home.

There were a couple of glitches on moving day. The guys delivering the new living room furniture decided there was no way in hell our new couch was going to fit in the elevator and they needed to be persuaded. It might be hard to imagine a sissy getting tough with a couple of burly movers, but I can turn it on if I really need to.

The other bit of excitement happened at the very end of the day. I’d only had about three hours sleep from when I got home from work Saturday morning and when the movers arrived and ♀ hadn’t had much more then that so by 10 pm we’d had enough. We decided we’d sleep better if we had a quick shower first (obviously our first in our new home). I was all soaped up and her hair was full of shampoo when the top half of the shower head popped off and landed on the bridge of her nose. She was between me and the tap and was bent over swearing a blue streak and there was water spraying everywhere…and yeah…exciting stuff.

The second night went way much better. We got lots of unpacking done and she even cooked a lovely roast dinner. It was the first time in almost a month that we’d had a home cooked meal that was actually cooked in our own home. It was so nice. After dinner she decided she wanted to have a bubble bath (there’s a very nice deep soaker tub in the ensuite. So I got it all ready for her; candles, soft music, a glass of red wine….the works.

I washed her back and filed her feet and marvelled at how it’ll be 7 years this month and I am still so madly in love with her. I wasn’t going to get in the tub with her, but she persuaded me and of course I was glad I did. Her skin was soft and silky from the bubble bath and she looked amazing in the candle light. We took turns using the wash cloth to drizzle warm water on each other. We kissed and touched and worked each other into a fine lather.

Once we were out of the tub though she wanted to slow things down a bit. I brushed and braided her hair then shaved her pussy. I must admit it was hard to concentrate because I could smell how horny she was, but a mistake down there with a razor would have been unforgivable and there was no blood shed.

Once I was done I had to give it the tongue test because that’s the best way to find any missed hairs and of course that led to things heating up again quite quickly. But after only a few short minutes she pushed my head away and said she was thirsty. She keeps a bottle of water on her night-stand and rolled over to get it. After a good long drink she backed up towards me (she was on all fours). I started licking her pussy again, but she had other ideas.

“Kiss my ass, Baby.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spread her cheeks apart and started kissing and licking and it didn’t take long for my tongue to be as deep into her rosebud as I could get it. She started rocking back and forth against me. “That’s it, Baby, tongue-fuck my horny little ass!”

Don’tchya just love it when spontaneous stuff like that happens? We were both so tuned on. It was amazing. She rolled over on her back and put a pillow underneath her hips. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

“Oh gawd, yes!” The head of my cock was shiny with precum.

“What hole do you want, Baby?” Her legs were pulled up against her chest and she wiggled at me.

“Your ass. I need to fuck your ass.”

She reached up and twisted one of my nipples so hard I thought I might come right there. “Beg me for it, Bitch.”

I moved up close to her so my cock rubbed against her clit and I whisped in her ear, “Please Mommy. Please let me fuck your tight little ass-hole.”

“Do you really think you deserve it? I only let good little boys fuck that hole.”

“Probably not Mommy, but I’ll try to be better and it’s been so long since you let me go there. Please oh please let me have your ass.”

“Well…OK. It’s not like that little pencil dick of yours is going to stretch me out to bad. Pass me my glass dildo, I want to at least feel like I have something inside me. She slowly started to fuck her cunt with the glass toy while I lubed her ass. Once I had two fingers inside of her she said, “OK now Bitch, now you can come and fuck Mommy’s tight little ass.”

Oh fuck I love that feeling when I pop inside of her. It’s so different then her mouth or cunt. Of course I love being there as well. It’s just that this doesn’t happen very often and we were so connected and turned on and fuck yeah it was hott. She twisted the toy around so I could feel it rubbing against my cock and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. “You like that don’t you Bitch? You like feeling another guys cock rubbing against yours, don’t you? One day I’m going to let you have that for real. You’d love to see me stuffed full of cock wouldn’t you? Maybe I’d invite another guy so I could have a cock in my mouth as well.”

That visual pushed me to the brink. “Oh Mommy I’m there. Please my I come in your ass!!”

“MMMM yes Baby. Fill my ass with all that sweet hot cum. That’s it Baby.”

It felt like I came buckets. I pumped stream after stream deep inside of her and when I slipped out I watched as a little trail of white oozed out of her ass. She twisted the toy around so it was hitting her G-spot and she kept playing with her clit. “Eat me Baby.”

Her inner thighs were covered with pussy juice and I eagerly started licking. She let go of the toy and slapped me hard across the face, “Not there, Bitch. Eat my ass out!”

“Oh no Mommy. Please not that.”

She slapped me again. “You do as you’re told, Bitch. Eat that cum out of my ass!”

I did as I was told. I kissed and licked and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go inside her freshly fucked ass as she kept fucking her cunt with the big glass toy and working her clitty. “Keep eating your cum out of my ass you dirty little boy. You’re a filthy little ass licking cum sucking bitch, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU???!!!”

She was screaming at me as wave upon wave rolled through her body and I kept eating as her juices poured out of her cunt and ran down to her ass and mixed with my juices and fuck yeah it was hot.

I wonder if any of our new neighbours could hear us?

sss

 

 

Have you ever been to Lustomic.com? “Making boys be girls”

They have links to quite a few other sissy sites, loads of sissy comics and a few sissy video’s. They asked if I’d like to review a couple of the video’s and of course I said, “Hell yeah.”

The two I watched were ‘For a Good Time Call Dita’s Dolls’ and ‘Rent-a-Maid’. They both starred hard-assed Miss Dita and her cowed sissy-bitch Jade. These aren’t the sort of video’s available at our local video store and they were different then the stuff you find at places like YouPorn.

In ‘For a Good Time Call Ditta’s Dolls’, after Jade finishes dusting her Mistress’ sexy shoes with a duster attached to a ball gag, Miss Ditta takes off Jade’s cock cage and collar and helps her get dressed up in her hooker clothes. Then she sends Jade to a chep motel to service a beer drinking frat-boy kinda guy. She’s a good little sissy-whore and serves him a beer before she gets on her knees for him. She’s a very good cock sucker and is able to take all of him. When he’s good and excited she hops up on the bed, lifts her pretty little skirt and lets him have her little sissy ass. Miss Ditta has another date scheduled for her by the time she gets back.

In ‘Rent-a Maid’ the clients come to Miss Ditta’s house. A studly alpha male and his hot girlfriend want to sample the product before they take Jade for the weekend. She serves drinks and prances around for them. Then she gives alpha male a blow job while hot girlfriend fucks her with a strap-on.

OK, I’ve never reviewed video’s before so I’m not sure how to rate them. ♀ has been so busy lately she wasn’t able to watch them with me, but she did give me permission to masturbate if I wanted to while watching these. I watched them on two different days and both of them got me excited, but neither of them gave me a Big O.

What I really liked about both of these video’s is they really nail what I think is a very common sissy fantasy. ♀ likes to whisper filthy stories in my ear when we’re having sex and scenario’s where she whores me out to men and or women always gets me off. That leads to what I didn’t like…actually, maybe it would be more accurate to say it’s what distracted me. In both of these video’s Jade was sad. In the first she asked if she had to go out to turn a trick and in the other one she looked almost in tears when the couple had finished with her.

I understand the humiliation dynamic of being a sissy. ♀ insists my facial hair stays on so there’s no mistaking I’m a male wearing women’s clothes, doing girly things and being submissive to a powerful woman. I get that. I just couldn’t identify with her discomfort. In my mind I was watching a fantasy and in my fantasy I would love to be whored out. The reality would probably be completely different (maybe I’d be in tears).

There are probaly lots of sissies and sissy lovers who would really get off on Jade’s discomfort, but for me it was a distraction. Not a really turn-off though, because the next video is what happens when Damian and Ashley Edmonds take Jade to their hotel for the weekend and I really want to see that as well.

Both video’s run just over 20 minutes and cost $15.95 each. They have several payment options.

Cheers,

sss

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.

I woke up to the phone ringing at 7:30 am. I was disoriented and didn’t pick up on time. ♀ wasn’t in the room and I couldn’t fall back asleep. She showed up a few minutes later with breaky and guess what? She was horny. It was kind of an unusual time for me to be up and…up, but we had smokin’ hot sex. She sucked my cock for awhile then climbed on board. She spread my legs and I wrapped them around her. I love that position…it feels so submissive and girly. She even kissed me like I was the girl and played with my little titties. I didn’t come that way though. We switched position and she bitch-slapped me and played rough with my nipples. That’s what pushed me over. For hers I talked to her like I was still a girl and she was my girl friend and she was giving her chocolate-cherry to my daddy.  She was able to buy into the fantasy even though all I had in her ass was my finger. Ahhh…the power of imagination.

I slept for a few more hours before we checked out of our room. Our last planned activity before we left the coast was dune buggy rides. We went to <Sandland Adventures> and our driver was Crazy Dave. The dune buggy we were in had 7 passengers. Wow! What a fun hour. Dave said when he opened it up we were doing over 60 mph. The sand dunes are actually covering up an entire forest. It was such a blast flying up and down the dunes.  It was a beautiful sunny day and there were lots of other people out as well. Saw one guy getting pulled around on an easy chair. We left the dunes and went along the beach for awhile. It was amazing with the waves crashing in. We went back out onto the dunes before the hour was up. It was hard to keep my mouth shut cuz of the laughing and screaming and I ate a lot of sand. It got everywhere. Even ♀ bra was full of sand. It was definitely a high-light of our trip.

We stopped in the Old Town for lunch before heading off to Portland. The 3 hour trip was uneventful (thanks GPS) along twisty-turny but scenic highways until we got on the I-5 then it was just straight north. Things got kind of off track when we got to Portland. We drove right into the city instead of staying out a ways and we didn’t pre-book a room. That led to some frustration and an expensive not very nice hotel (Mark Spencer). We also ended up paying more for dinner then we were used to. After we got back to the hotel, we had a shower to try to get the sand out and spent the rest of the evening having a few drinks and having some quality naked time. We spent a lot of time trying to decide if we still wanted to go to the Kootenay’s or if we should head straight home. There were several good arguments for both choices. In the end we decided to pre-book a room just outside of Spokane. We’ll go to the Kootenays, but if we find someplace we really like we’ll spend a few days there rather then doing the <entire hot springs loop>. The trip to Spokane should take about 6 hours and we agreed to change drivers every 2 hours so it should be Ok.

When we went to bed, we were both a little horny, but drinks and fatigue put those ideas on hold until later.

♀ says:

The dune buggies was the ride of a life time. It was like four by fouring in the sand. What a thrill. I would recommend it to any body that likes a good (fast)time.  Funny thing….I am not one to like roller coasters,  but loved the dune buggies. Go figure.

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We drove to Astoria, Oregon. Lots of logging trucks.

We had yummy wraps for lunch at nice pub. I had a pretty good pale ale. We went up to the Astoria Column. It was closed, but they still wanted to charge us for parking. When we left, I argued with the GPS. I lost.

We stopped at Sunset beach and drove right out onto the beach. The GPS said we were out in the ocean…see, it’s not always right.

We stopped at an outlet mall at Seaside and both found shoes in record time. I bought the same brand and style as I was wearing before. ♀ was disappointed in me. I found a nice cast iron pot. ♀ wanted me to get it, but I didn’t. We just bought new pots and we also have a slow cooker.

We’re staying at the Tolovana Inn at Cannon Beach. The room doesn’t face the water, but it’s a nicer place then we stayed at the night before and it’s cheaper and the wireless internet works. The problem is…they are having a wicked storm here. Seriously. Even though we’re not facing the water, the wind howls through the door jam. It’s raining so hard that after a 10 minute walk on the beach, we were soaked to the skin. The weather guy says all sorts of records were broken today and it doesn’t look like it’s going to clear up until Friday. It’s been so miserable we didn’t even bother walking between buildings to get to the swimming pool. It hasn’t all been bad though. We’ve fucked twice since we got here and ♀ used the new flogger on me.  We’re planning on spending one more night here to explore Cannon Beach, but I don’t think we’ll eat at the restaurant at the hotel again. The Black Haystack Ale was good, but there wasn’t much on the menu that wasn’t deep-fried.

I talked to D twice today. We are officially homeless.  Our house is sold and the deal on the apartment hasn’t been completed yet. It’s a strange feeling…the house selling, buying an apartment with ♀ and buying new stuff for it, Junior moving out. On the one hand we all know it’s time for him to spread his wings, but on the other…he’s so unprepared. I hope he does better then I did.

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♀ was asleep when I got home Saturday morning. She’d already left for work when I got up at 1pm, but she left me a note. Hey Bitch; I expect the house to be clean and you to be pretty when I get home @ 6. Love ♀

No kids here this weekend so no fear of getting busted. I pulled on a pair a peach-coloured leggings, the new white bra she bought me last week (It looks like a sports bra, but it’s soft and satiny), my Mary Jane flats and I got busy. I vacuumed and dusted, did the dishes, washed the floors, watered the inside plants and got most of the laundry done (the last load is in the dryer as I’m writing this). I made sure there was a bottle of wine in the fridge and I prepped not one, but two dinners. Chicken souvlaki with pan fried potato’s and cole slaw for Saturday night. Pork tenderloin done in the slow cooker with mashed potato’s for Sunday night. I haven’t decided on the veggies yet.

Once the housework was all done, I had a shower (I used her body wash so I’d smell nice) and shaved my legs and pits. Then I had to decide what to wear. I really don’t know how women do it. Just in case you’re new here…I’m a full-time panty boy. That is to say with the exception of a couple of pairs of silk boxers, all of my under garments are girly. But outer clothes are a different matter. We still have kids at home…I doubt they’d be surprised, but they don’t need to see dad in drag. Also, when I get dressed up, I`m not trying to pass as female. I have facial hair and a shaved head. I know lots of cross-dressers have an entirely separate female persona and when they get dressed `passing`is a big deal, but that`s not me. I`m just a sissy. Don`t get me wrong, I lust after clothes just as much as most women do and I love to go shopping for clothes…and shoes…and lingerie…and bathing suits…and….you get the idea. We just don`t buy many outer clothes for me.

That was a long winded way of saying even though I don`t have a very large wardrobe, I still find it very difficult to decide what to wear when I have the opportunity to get dressed up and I have no idea how women do it.

Eventually I settled on a pretty polka dot dress with built in crinoline, garter and stockings and lacy black panties. I borrowed one of ♀ strapless bras so I could put in both sets of inserts and have really big boobs. I even wore my wig and tried to put on a bit of make-up. (I suck at make-up so I don`t attempt it very often) I finished the look with a pair of black strappy heels.

Was I pretty? Well…I doubt it, but I felt pretty and that`s all that really mattered. Actually, when I was all dolled up and the house was sparkling clean and I was putting the finishing touches on dinner I felt kinda June Cleaverish…if you know what I mean.

I could tell you dinner was fabulous…it is my blog after all, but the truth is dinner wasn`t great. For one thing I used wax paper instead of parchment paper for the pan fries (the boxes look the same) so they were gross. While she was having a glass of wine and I was having a beer we were making out on the couch for awhile. Then she talked to a couple of people on the phone and I started watching the football game and the souvlaki got kinda dried out. So I poured some salsa on them and took out some leftovers and it was all good.

After dinner ♀ had a shower and we tried to decide how the evening should unfold. On the one hand with no kids at home she thought it would be nice if I could be girly all weekend, but on the other hand going to see the strippers might be fun as well (am I the luckiest sissy in the whole world or what!). She was laying naked on the bed while we were discussing these options when she told me she wanted me to dance for her.

I did my best bump and grind routine. (Have you ever tried that? It`s not easy) She did have a few suggestions while I was dancing, but she seemed to enjoy the show. When I only had my panties left on I stood on the bed and straddled her. I swung my hips and slowly lowered myself down to her face, trying hard to keep the rhythm. When I got down close enough she pinched my inner thighs (hard) and grabbed my crotch…actually, she straightened my penis. It was still tucked and was getting uncomfortable. Then I stood back up and turned around and started lowering myself down again. When my ass was close enough, she bit it (hard) then pulled off my panties.

You need to picture the position we were in. My hands were on her ankles and my legs astride her hips. My cock was laying on her pussy and when I rubbed myself against her she could feel it on her clit. My ass was direcly in front of her face. She loves my ass. She`s almost as fond of my ass as I am of her breasts. So she was pretty happy with how we were situated. After a few minutes of her spanking my bum and playing with my balls, she started concentrating on my very horny asshole. She teased me for a while; kissing all around it before she started licking me. She spread me apart and pushed her tongue inside. I started grinding really hard against her. She pulled her tongue out and bit me again. She said she didn`t want me to come yet. She told me to use my fingers on her for awhile until I settled down and then she slipped a finger in me and we were both finger fucking.

I heard the toy drawer open and she said I could rub my cock against her cunt lips again. I knew what was coming, but I couldn`t have imagined what *her new glass toy* would feel like. She`s fucked me with toys before, but they`re silicone and somewhat flexible and I love my *NJOY* butt plug, but it`s short. This was thick and long and hard and holy fuck she had me so turned on. Every couple of minutes she`d pull it out to add more lube and she talked about how my asshole stayed open for her just like a porn star or a whore. Then she`d slam the toy back inside and fuck me even harder. My brain turned to mush. My entire world became the glass in my ass. When I finally shot my load all over the outside of her pussy, it was a huge and powerful orgasm, but it came from inside, not from me rubbing against her. I`m certain I would have come even without any direct stimulation on my cock. It was fucking amazing.

After she removed the toy and I`d come back down to earth, I realized that The Goddess really needed to have a Big O of her own. I took the toy, rinsed it off and hurried back to bed. I started fucking her with it and talking to her like I was another man. An Alpha male. The Alpha male who had just fucked her husband. I told her how tight his ass was and how he`d moaned while I was fucking him. I told her how good it felt being squeezed by him when he came on my cock. I told her I wanted her to come on my cock as well. I told her I wanted to fuck her into submission just like I`d fucked her sissy husband into submission.

She can be vocal when she comes, but holy doodle. She screamed….like from the depths of hell screaming snarling wailing orgasm. Again…fucking amazing.

Cheers,

sss

Here`s a note about last night from ♀:     Finally after all this time taking him to see the strippers, he no longer dances like a tight-assed white boy. It really made me hot!!!

 

 

I know some people really get creeped out by ‘mommy’ and  ‘daddy’ in role playing. Does it help knowing that most people who do like it are so not thinking about their own parental units?

No? Well, you might want to skip this post.  ♀ isn’t ‘mommy’ all the time, but it is a very common scenario for us. It’s an easy way to express the D/s dynamic and ‘mommy’s little baby’ feels like a natural extension of cross-dressing/panty-boy/sissy.

♀ & I were in bed basking in the glow of our love (lame cliches & no sex…even the mommy lovers are heading for the exits). We were cuddling, our limbs intertwined, bodily fluids still dripped, adding to the warm wet spot. The TV was the only light in our room. King Kong 2005 was on. (Very cool special effects, but nobody does damsel in distress like Fay Wray) I felt satisfied and relaxed and I wasn’t fighting the urge to have a 20 minute snooze when ♀ pinched my nipple. Hard.

I jerked awake and she pinched me again. This time on my ass and I realized we were entangled in such a way that she had me pinned. She still out-weighs me, though not for much longer and she’s very strong and I could not break free. She pinched my ass. She scratched my back. She tickled me. Dear gawd she tickled me; my inner thighs and arm pits. She dug her thumb under my hip bone. She bit me; my ear lobe, neck and shoulders. She was merciless, it was torture, it was brilliant.

I struggled, but to no avail. I shrieked and screamed and as her assault continued my voice got higher and higher. At some point in my wild thrashing about, my elbow connected with her breast. It’s not like I did it on purpose, but she was pissed. She told me to roll over and she sat on the back of my legs. She gave me the hardest, longest hand-to-ass spanking I have ever had in my life. Then the pinching and tickling and scratching and biting started again. Everywhere was fair game…including leaning back to get my feet. If I tried to twist around she slapped my face. I started going hoarse from screaming, my muscles ached from struggling, my ribs hurt from laughing, my skin felt like it was on fire.

I have no idea how long it lasted. It felt like forever, but I’m guessing 20-30 minutes. Eventually I managed to slither out from underneath her and crash landed on the floor. I lay there panting and exhausted.

“Have you had enough, baby?”

She told me to get back in bed and that she wouldn’t hurt me anymore, but still I jumped every time she moved. She was laying on her side and motioned for me to cuddle into her. Once I was settled, she lifted a breast towards my mouth.

“You can nurse baby as long as you promise not to get excited. Do you think you can do that?”

She’s let me masturbate while nursing before, but I agreed to control myself and I took the nipple she offered into my mouth. She gently stroked my head and back while I suckled and she started talking…more to herself I think, then to me. She talked about how much she enjoyed completely dominating me, but perhaps she should look into a more effective way to restrain me. She really didn’t like the elbow to her tit. She talked about how much her hand hurt after the spanking and maybe she should find something else to do that with. She said that now there’s no doubt about my status as a sissy; only a sissy could get beat up by a girl. She said I even sounded like a sissy when I was screaming, but children and neighbours might find it a little disturbing so next time she might need to gag me with something.

While I was laying in her arms like that I felt so incredibly…I’m really struggling to find the words…I felt so submissive to ♀…like I’m fulfilling my destiny by being dominated by her. I felt so right…so complete. Like my purpose in life is to give myself to her completely…unconditionally. I felt more like a sissy then I have ever felt before and for that brief moment all was how it should be.

sss

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.

                                                           xoxoxoxo

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?

Cheers,

sss

I’m curious…were the facial slaps the lap dancer delivered to you a catalyst of some kind for you and ♀?  I don’t know if I have the personal fortitude to do something like that.  I mean, I’ve spanked a man before but that was to try it out for both of us.  I enjoyed it, as did he, but neither of us got a particular sexual thrill out of it.  I wouldn’t mind doing it again but I don’t know that I’d ever actually get a charge out of it, you know? C.

When we first started exploring my sissification, I would ask ♀ to spank me not because it gave me a sexual thrill, but it was a way to show my desire to be submissive to her. Being dominate, especially physically, doesn’t come naturally to ♀ & the theory was a spanking was an easy way for her to assert herself.

The stripper slapped me because ♀ had told her I wasn’t allowed to get an erection. Brooke was doing the sorts of things lap dancers do and I was getting turned on so she slapped me. If a strange woman walked up and did that it wouldn’t turn me on, but in the context that it happened, it was hot.

My point is context is everything. I want ♀ to dominate me. I crave it. I want to be owned by her. I want her to possess my mind and body; to use me and abuse me as she sees fit. I live to give her pleasure, make her happy and satisfy her desires. In other words, I am her bitch and a well timed slap helps reinforce that.

My pain threshold is not particularly high, and being hurt by her probably isn’t going to get me excited, but if I’m already turned on then being spanked or slapped or bitten or pinched or scratched or…really does add to the pleasure. It seems to sharpen the experience, brings it more in focus. Does that make sense? She doesn’t do it all the time (we all need variety), but I love knowing that she can hurt me anytime she wants.

♀ insists that physically dominating me isn’t a huge turn on for her. She does it to give me pleasure, but I’m not sure if that’s entirely true. The picture from last weeks HNT post was taken after a long (and rough) love making session and she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. She also looked darn pleased with her handiwork when she took that picture.

Cheers,

sss

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