Friday, August 31, 2012

Eye Contact

Every now and then, my wife would break one of her rules that she taught me.  For example, she always emphasized to me the importance of maintaining intense, needful, eye contact with a man while sucking his cock.  But, sometimes, when she sucked her lover’s cock, while I watched, she’d look in my eyes, as if to say, ‘I know you want this sissy.  But not now.  Now it’s mine.’

Lana Del Rey

Just fucking Lana Del Rey

Sissy Clit

My cleanly shaven sissy clit and the crinoline skirt I’ll be wearing as I serve my wife and her girlfriends tonight at their pajama party.

Chastity

The sissy in chastity does not get to choose where her restrained clitty may go.  There are options.  And this is one of them.  The only place where it can never go, because it simply does not fit (too small), is inside of her wife's pussy.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Fluffer

This sissy takes her job as her wife's fluffer very seriously.  And enjoys it too!

Sissy Performance

Each sissy stroke, each sissy slide of the lips, and each sissy flick of the tongue, must be carefully executed to ensure maximum pleasure and satisfaction.
Or Else.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Pink

Pink is the theme for the lingerie I chose for my wife for her date tonight.  I think it works.  Do you?

Frankly My Dear...

I realize that there may be some who would violently disagree, but I submit that, if Scarlet, were this Scarlet, 
Rhett Butler might have given a bit of a damn.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

My Fall To Grace - Chapter 14 - Just Posted

I've just posted on Fictionmania a new chapter to my story being shown there - My Fall To Grace - Chapter14
  Grace Andrews is a beautiful, confident, successful woman. She could have any man she wanted. She chose Dan Thompson, a successful Washington, D.C. attorney. This second story of mine, that will be released in installments, chronicles their relationship as it grows and flourishes, developing into something perhaps neither one could have envisioned the first night they met in a D.C. bar. I hope readers enjoy my effort. Readers Note: This is a long story.  I'll keep installments coming.  I love getting reader feedback.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Mickey Sissy

“M-I-C, See ya real soon sissy!”

“K-E-Y, Why? Because your wife wants to fuck you!”

“S-I-S-S-Y, Fuck a sissy! Fuck a sissy!  Forever let us fuck her pussy!  Sigh!”

Focus

Hot Cum

“That’s a good girl sissy,” my wife whispered in my ear. “Let him cum all over your neck,” referring to my former best friend.  "Feel his hot cum dripping down your new breasts?"

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Sharing

Now that I'm feminized, my wife and I can share our clothes.  Tonight, I'm wearing the skirt and she's wearing the top.

Big Is Beautiful

At least, she can be.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Neckware

What gives her away as a sissy?  A sissy serving her wife.  By sucking the cock?  It's the collar.  The collar.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Cuddling

My favorite time, after my wife's lover has had his way with her and gone home - after I've licked and sucked all of his cum out of her pussy - is cuddling.

Monday, August 20, 2012

My Fall To Grace - Chapter 13 - Just Posted

I've just posted on Fictionmania a new chapter to my story being shown there - My Fall To Grace - Chapter13

  Grace Andrews is a beautiful, confident, successful woman. She could have any man she wanted. She chose Dan Thompson, a successful Washington, D.C. attorney. This second story of mine, that will be released in installments, chronicles their relationship as it grows and flourishes, developing into something perhaps neither one could have envisioned the first night they met in a D.C. bar. I hope readers enjoy my effort. Readers Note: This is a long story.  I'll keep installments coming.  I love getting reader feedback.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Clean Up Duty

“Oh baby!  Yes!  Do you like the taste of my boss’ sperm baby?  Don’t answer that.  Just keep sucking.”

Friday, August 17, 2012

Hanoi Jane

Whatever anyone thinks of her political views, in this picture, Jane Fonda is a woman to whom a sissy must submit.

The Look

I've seen it so many times.  But never, never, ever, have I seen it from up close - up close with my clitty inside of her.  No.  Only from afar, like this, with the cock of one of her lovers providing the stimulus. 

Sissy Slut

“Maybe you should consider not dressing like such a slut,” my wife’s boyfriend said as he forcibly took control of me.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

A Perfect Pair

Sometimes, a wife or Mistress does such a good job feminizing her husband, that it is truly difficult to tell which one is the sissy, and which one is in charge.  
 The only way to tell won't be evident until this occurs.
Or This
Or even this
However, there is always this possibility, so don't discount it
Sometimes wives get their sissies together to play




Bliss

Post Coital Bliss
The only thing is, I didn't cause any pre-coital bliss.  That was performed by my wife's boss.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Full

“That’s right sissy.  It’s full.  Come and get it!”

Sissy Consequences

I knew that I was in trouble.  The moment it happened I regretted it.  And yet, I didn’t.  I soon would though. 

Earlier, I was fluffing my wife’s lover.  For her.  For her.  Not for me.  For her.  She watched from the bed.  As she usually did.  She liked to watch my sissy lips caress the man who was lucky enough to enter her pussy. 

I should have known.  Tonight, of all nights, I should have known better.  That this was the wrong night to lose control. 

My wife hadn’t had a man all week.  She was horny.  We’d spent a long time getting her ready for tonight.  Making her look sexy and desirable.  Not a difficult task. 

But then I fluffed him just a little too long.  A little too well.  I lost control.  Right before he did.  I went too far.  The moment his sperm found my lips and I heard my wife sigh from our bed, I knew there was going to be hell to pay. 

And she was about to collect.

Appetite

My wife liked it when I prepared dinner dressed as skimpily as this.  She claimed it improved her appetite.  But I think it only enhances her sexual appetite - for real men.  Not her sissy husband.

Means No Sissy

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

The Twitch

Seeing another man’s hand on my wife’s ass always affected me the same way.  My clitty twitched.  Yes.  It's the uncontrollable, unexplainable, won't-let-me-lie-to-myself twitch, that lets me know I will always go along with her being with men.

I Can't Believe I Ate The Whole Thing!

What amazed me was that, while I understood that I couldn’t possibly be expected to take all of Tyrone’s massive cock in my mouth, I couldn’t, for the life of me, fathom how my wife so easily swallowed it inside of her pussy.

Sissy Calisthenics

Doing my daily sissy calisthenics.  So I’ll be able to bend over and take cock in my sissy pussy.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Kneeling

The perfect sissy position.  Kneeling before a man.  The sissy’s wife’s man.  Reverently preparing the man to satisfy the woman.  The sissy knows her role, and performs it with grace.

Titty Fucked

My first titty fuck.  My wife insisted this was a crucial part of my feminization.

Cheerleader Takes Control

The morning after the life changing, relationship shifting, night, when my cheerleader made me suck a dildo for her, and then swallow my own cum, was interesting, to say the least. (See Post dated July 29, 2012, "Cheerleader Discovers Sissy")  I was, despite the excitement I felt the night before when my cheerleader was giving me one of my fantasies, embarrassed.  I found it very difficult to look her in the eye.  And yet, it seemed that she wanted very much to look me in the eye.  It was as if she knew, and understood, that now that she’d “allowed” me to go down that road, it was going to be a test for me to see where we’d go with it, because she realized that I would be filled with conflict.  And she was so right.  I was filled with conflict.  I loved what happened the night before.  And I loved it even more that my wife had been the one to initiate and take control.  Until then, I’d been trying to coax her along into accepting my feminine persona.  And although I was happy at her shift, I was also frightened because of the feeling of losing control.
She seemed to be looking at me in a new and different way all day the next day.  And yet, she seemed intent on not discussing what happened.  For all intents and purposes, we went on with our normal lives.  But there was a tension between us.  What would happen next?  I didn’t know.  And I wasn’t certain that she did either.  And for the entire next week, we went on with our day-to-day activities.  I began to think that perhaps what she did the weekend before was a one-time thing, and that she wasn’t comfortable initiating something like that again.

The following Saturday evening, we went to a movie.  Nothing had been said about the week before.  The silence was killing me.  It seemed that my wife was thinking about it though, just from the looks she gave me.  It was as if she was sizing me up.  Constantly apprising me.  But no discussion ensued.  On the way home from the movie, just as we turned into our neighborhood, my wife asked, “Do you want to play tonight baby?”  I looked at her, as if asking, ‘What do you mean?’  She smiled at me and said.  “You know, like last weekend?”  I felt my stomach doing flips as the immediate excitement began to course through me.  I had no time to think it over.  I asked if she really wanted to, and she nodded.  I didn’t think on it any longer.  I told her I did.  She just said, “Good.  You can go get ready when we get home.  I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
I wondered why she wanted me to get ready for her.  And it hit me that she didn’t want to watch me dress.  She wanted to find me dressed.  Dressed and ready for her.  I went straight to our room and began sorting through my clothes, to find something to wear.  I settled on a Miss Elaine nightgown that was one of my favorites, along with a garter, tan colored stockings, and a matching white bra and French cut panties.  I assumed she would want the large dildo again.  So I laid it beside the bed where she’d be able to see that I'd thought of it.  I then climbed into bed to wait for her.
Soon, I heard her climbing the stairs.  When she entered the bedroom, she immediately turned off the light.  She smiled at me and said she’d be ready in a minute.  Then, glancing at the large dildo lying on our nightstand, and as she went inside of her dressing area, she told me to get the double-ended dildo that I’d used a few times with her.  When she left the room, I clambered out of bed and went to retrieve the double-ended dildo, wondering why she was so specific about it.  I quickly returned to bed and got back under the covers.  It’s weird, I know.  But there I was, dressed up in women’s lingerie, wearing DDD breast forms, and waiting for my wife to join me for femmy sex.  And yet, I wanted to be under the covers, where she couldn’t get a direct view of me dressed as I was.  I was so excited, and so embarrassed, at the same time.
When my wife returned to bed, she was wearing a black babydoll.  She looked amazing.  So sexy.  So beautiful.  Like only a woman can.  She paused a moment to let me look at her.  I told her she looked fantastic.  She smiled and told me she was glad that I thought so.  She then grabbed the covers and pulled them off of me, revealing me so that she could get a good look at me.  She threw them to the bottom of the bed, and crawled in next to me.  She was on to me.  She wasn’t going to let me hide under the sheets.  So we were lying in bed together, me wearing a pink woman’s nightgown, stockings, and a matching bra and panty set, and my wife wearing a cute little babydoll and nothing else.  She immediately pulled me close to her and kissed me.  Our breasts pressed firmly together.  She seemed to like it.  I know I did.  Then she teased me, commenting on the size of my breast forms.  I remember her saying, “You really went all out on your boobies baby.  I like them.”  Again, completely unprepared for her being so vocal and nonchalant in discussing my dressing, I mumbled, “Thanks,” in response.
She began kissing me and touching me, and I responded in kind.  We petted for a good little while.  After a while, she asked if I wanted to suck cock for her again.  I figured we were going to repeat what we’d done the previous weekend.  I answered yes.  She then told me to get the double-ended dildo.  I did and she told me to stick in inside of her.  She was already very wet, so it slid in easily.  I began fucking her with it, and she seemed to like it a lot.  After I slid it in and out of her a while she asked if I was going to suck it.  I said okay.  She then told me she wanted me on my knees, between her legs.  It hit me then.  She wanted me to suck the cock, as if it was her cock.  She wanted to watch me give her a blowjob!  I couldn’t believe this was my cheerleader.  I never thought she could be so bold.  And I didn’t want to disappoint her.  And so, as she asked, I positioned myself between her thighs, the dildo extending out of her pussy.  I leaned down and slid my lips around the tip and began licking it.  I glanced at her and could see her intently watching me.  I slid it further into my mouth.  She seemed amazed at what I was doing.  I bobbed my head down on the cock.  She began sighing and moaning, as my bobbing created pressure on the other end of the cock inside of her.
I began to lose myself in the act, and began getting into it.  I slurped.  I sucked.  I moaned to show how much I loved sucking the cock.  And I was really getting off on it extending out of my wife’s pussy, like I was sucking a cock.  Then, she began verbalizing.  She told me to suck her cock.  She told me I was such a good cocksucker.  A natural.  That she loved watching my mouth full of cock.  Then she said, “I bet you wish it was real, don’t you?”  I stopped.  “Don’t you,” she said forcefully.  I didn’t know what to say.  I nodded my head.  “Yeah.  I thought so," she said.  "You’re a sissy.  Sissies like to suck cock.”   
She’d said it again.  She called me a sissy.  My wife was calling me a sissy.  She had been reading up on people like me.  She knew what she was doing.  And she was taking control.  Then she told me to keep sucking the cock.  She wanted me to suck it like I was getting it ready to fuck her.  Then, as I sucked it, she began asking if I wanted her to get fucked by a big, fat cock.  Did I want to suck a cock for her to get fucked with?  I would let the cock out of my mouth just long enough to tell her I did.  And that only seemed to get her more excited.   
Finally, she told me to turn around.  She wanted to suck my cock too.  And so, I was on top of her, bobbing up and down on her cock, while she sucked mine.  Soon, I was about to have an orgasm.  She must have known, because just when I reached my peak she pulled my penis out of her mouth, pointed it toward her breasts, and began directing my ejaculation toward them, covering her breasts with my cum.  I was fucking in heaven.  The sex we had that night was amazing.  And the best part was her acceptance of my kink.   
After we each orgasmed, she told me to turn around and take the cock out of her.  Then, she said, “I want you to lick it off of me baby.”  I looked at her to see if she was serious.  She eyed me a moment.  “From now on, you clean up your cum with your mouth.  It’s what sissies do.”  I could see that this was a moment for her.  I knew that it was ‘fish or cut bait’ time.  And so I leaned over her and licked a long stroke across her breast, coating my tongue with sperm as I did.  I began licking and sucking and found that I not only didn’t mind the taste, but that I liked it. And for my wife’s part, she watched me the entire time I did so.  She was getting off on it.  My prim and proper cheerleader was transforming before my eyes, and taking me with her.  I didn’t exactly know it then, but the truth was, there was no turning back from this.  We had turned a corner.  What I didn’t know was how far she would take it.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

My Fall To Grace - Chapter 12 - Posted

I've just posted on Fictionmania a new chapter to my story being shown there - My Fall To Grace - Chapter 12
  Grace Andrews is a beautiful, confident, successful woman. She could have any man she wanted. She chose Dan Thompson, a successful Washington, D.C. attorney. This second story of mine, that will be released in installments, chronicles their relationship as it grows and flourishes, developing into something perhaps neither one could have envisioned the first night they met in a D.C. bar. I hope readers enjoy my effort. Readers Note: This is a long story.  I'll keep installments coming.  I love getting reader feedback.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

A Perfectly Positioned Sissy

A sissy who knows her place.

Uppity Sissy

My wife decided that I was acting a little bit uppity lately, so she finally succumbed to his continuous requests, and let her boyfriend have his way with me.  Hmmm.  I might have to act uppity more often.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Shrinkage

This sissy has been on hormones for only a month.  When she began, her clitty was already pitifully small.  However, just as her wife promised, her clitty is getting smaller all of the time, making tucking an unnecessary worry.

The Treatment

I’d say the hormones my wife was making me take were working. Wouldn’t you?