[NOTE - Anyone who is just beginning to read my blog might want to read the following early entries in my blog about my sissy journey before reading this latest entry: A Little More Background - Am I Sure I Should Do This? - I'm Afraid - These - Where It All Started - Then, These - Miss Flo - Caught For The First Time - About My Last Post - Bikini Panties!!! - A Virgin Bride (And Groom) - Exhausted Sissy Needs Stress Relief! - Sissy Marries Cheerleader - Sissy Makes Life With Cheerleader - Cheerleader Discovers Sissy - Cheerleader Accepts Sissy - Cheerleader And Sissy Grow - Cheerleader Asserts Control - Cheerleader Teases Sissy - Cheerleader And Sissy Settle In To New Home - Cheerleader Cucks Sissy - Cheerleader and Sissy Are Mentored - Sissy Offers Context For Cheerleader - Sissy Sees Her Future - Sissy Adapts To Chastity - Sissy And Cheerleader Spend A Weekend Apart – Our Weekend Apart Aftermath – Cheerleader Has A Heart-To-Heart With Sissy - Sissy And Cheerleader's Last Weekend With Andrea - Part One - Sissy And Cheerleader's Last Weekend With Andrea - Part Two - Cheerleader Thanks Sissy - Cheerleader Does A Sleepover - How My Cheerleader Vets Men - Cheerleader Flirts - With Purpose - Cheerleader Is A Happy Girl - Cheerleader Learns – Juggling Isn’t Easy - Cheerleader Gets An Itch - My Cheerleader's Summer of Contentment – My Cheerleader and Her Quarterback - Cheerleader and Sissy Reach Accord (And Satisfaction) - Sissy Catches Up, Cheerleader Goes Sailing - Discovered! - It Was Bound To Happen Sooner Or Later - Quarterback Discovers Leeanne - I Have Good News. And News - Quarterback Is Visiting For Labor Day - Cheerleader Speaks - My New Sissy Life - Kittens Love Cream - Sissy Belongs to Cheerleader. These are the previous posts that tell the story about my sissy journey.]
I received a phone call at work today. My cheerleader called me to tell me that she
had a surprise for me. Her quarterback
was coming for an impromptu visit to see her and to do some Christmas
shopping. And not simply for an
overnight – he will be staying with us all week. I was told that I would continue to go to
work each day, but that I could expect to fulfill my role as their sissy during
all other times, beginning tonight when I arrived home. As I write this, by cheerleader and her
quarterback are in bed for the evening.
Quarterback has instructed me to write up a post for the blog, before I
go to bed, describing what happened after I got home from work.
My cheerleader and her quarterback were in the kitchen when
I arrived home. She was working at the
kitchen sink preparing dinner, wearing only an apron and high heels, while he
was standing behind her having his way, more or less, with her. And by “having his way,” I mean he was
fondling her breasts from behind and kissing her on her neck. She seemed quite content to have him doing so
as she worked. They greeted me and asked
how my day was. I told them fine, and
asked how theirs had been. “We’ve been
out shopping some,” my cheerleader told me.
“In fact, we bought you something.
It’s upstairs laid out on the guest bed.
Why don’t you go up and shower and I’ll be up in a few minutes to help
you dress?” I said, “Okay,” and left
them alone to go get ready for whatever was about to come my way.
I entered our room and removed my work clothes and then
turned on the shower. I washed and
shaved quickly, expecting that my cheerleader would be up soon. Sure enough, as I stepped out she was
entering the bathroom. She came to me
and gave me a warm hug and a kiss, smiling to let me know she was excited that
her quarterback was there. “Come on,”
she said. “Let me show what we bought
for you today.” She led me to the guest
room, where I stay when a man visits my cheerleader. Lying on the bed was a pink lace garterbelt
with red hearts embroidered on it, pink stockings, and a pink satin bullet
bra. Also on the bed were my large “Big
Girl” breast forms, my buttplug, my kitten tail, a pink ribbon collar with tiny
silver bells sewn around it, some more ribbon with three shiny silver bells
attached, and a very short, frilly and completely sheer babydoll. My cheerleader watched my reaction to my
outfit for the evening. I could figure
out everything except the three bells tied to the strips of pink ribbon. My cheerleader spoke. “Let me help you get dressed. Tom is quite excited about what we’ve bought
for you today. In fact, he picked out
everything. Just for you sissy."
In short order, my cheerleader had me step into the
garterbelt, and then helped me into my stockings and attached them for me. She then held my bra up for me to slide my
arms in the straps and fastened it behind me, leaning over to retrieve my
breast forms to stuff inside the pointy bullet bra. Next she had me bend over and she inserted my
buttplug inside of me and connected my kitten tail. Then, she picked up the three ribbons with
bells on them and stooped in front of me and began tying them to my chastity
cage, one on either side, and one in the middle, finishing off by tying a pink
ribbon in a bow at the top of my cage.
She then slid the sheer babydoll over my head and snapped my collar on
me. Finally, she helped me step into my
five inch pink high heels and put my kitten ears on me, and then clipped a pink
ribbon leash onto my collar. She was
grinning from ear-to-ear as she looked at me, and then said, “Just one more
thing and you’ll be ready.” She then
pulled out a tube of red lipstick from a pocket in her apron and coated my lips
thoroughly. “You’ll want your lips to be
ready for Tom’s cock sissy,” she said as she carefully applied the lipstick.
When she finished, she turned me to face the full-length
mirror in the room and teased me using one of my blog recurring themes, “What
do you think? Too sissy? Or not sissy enough?” I was already feeling the humiliation factor
rising. I looked so sissy. The babydoll concealed nothing. I wore no panties, so my sissy clitty confined
within its cage, fully adorned with pink ribbon and bells, was on display. And the bells were going to be jingly
jangling whenever I moved. “Do I have to
wear this?” I asked her, knowing full well the answer already. She just laughed and held the leash up, “Come
kitty. Let’s go show Tom his pretty
sissy.”
My cheerleader led me into the kitchen where quarterback was
sitting at the bar drinking a glass of wine.
When I walked in, the ringing chimes of my bells on my neck and dangling
between my legs, he turned to look at me, the expression on his face
priceless. “Oh my!” he said. “Look at you!” My cheerleader leaned in to my ear and
whispered, “Curtsy sissy.” Feeling naked
and exposed more than I ever had been in front of one my cheerleader’s men, I
obediently dipped into a full curtsy for her quarterback, the bells clinging as
I did so. He laughed loudly at me and I
felt more humiliated than I ever had in front of him. I know that probably sounds stupid to say,
given my level of submission at this point, but I just felt so exposed. But I didn’t know exposed yet.
Quarterback pulled my cheerleader in to his side, cupping
her bare ass with his hand and kissed her full on the mouth, right in front of
me. And she gave him all that he wanted
too, kissing him deeply. He stood up
from the bar and pointed to the floor.
“On your knees sissy,” he said.
“Time to get me ready to fuck your wife.
Right here. Right now.” I sank to the floor on my knees as he
unzipped his jeans and let his pants drop to the floor, his thick and heavy
cock now dangling in front of my face. I
could feel his and my cheerleader’s eyes on me as I reached up to hold his hot
cock. I was trembling with
excitement. Truth? I had been fantasizing about sucking his cock
ever since my cheerleader told me he was visiting us. I love sucking quarterback’s dick.
I leaned in close and licked him, by cheerleader fascinated
at how eagerly I submitted to quarterback’s command. I opened my mouth wide and took him between
my freshly painted red lips, secretly turned on that my cheerleader seemed to
enjoy watching me suck her ex-husband’s cock, all to get him hard so he could
fuck her in front of me. After a few
minutes quarterback grabbed my cheerleader and pushed her face down on the bar,
her pussy up and ready for him. He
pulled out of my mouth and turned to her and pushed his cock between her wet lips. She was so ready for him and I had a ringside
seat to watch, until he told me to get behind him. “Suck my balls sissy. Take them all the way in your mouth and don’t
let go while I fuck your wife.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I crawled behind quarterback and held his
huge ballsack in my fingers and stuffed him inside of my mouth as he was
pushing his cock deeper within my cheerleader.
He began sliding in and out of her.
In and out. In and out. In and out. With each thrust she would moan and I’d do my best to keep his
balls in my mouth. Quarterback was
grunting as he fucked my cheerleader. It
was one of the hottest things I’d ever done.
I could feel him the moment he began to fill her with his sperm. She was moaning and crying out his name,
telling him she loved his dick so much.
Loved being fucked by him. Loved
feeling his hot cum inside of her pussy.
I felt so small and submissive and insignificant as I heard her while I
sucked on his balls. He pushed deep
within her and stopped, holding his cock tightly against her ass. My mouth was drooling spit from sucking his
balls. Then, slowly, he began to
withdraw. As he did he said, “Get ready
sissy. I want you to suck it all out of
your wife for us. All of my sperm! Understand cockslut?” I let his balls slip from my mouth and said,
“Yes sir,” as I moved to catch the first load of his cum as it poured out of my
cheerleader’s pussy. My cheerleader
began grinding her pussy against my mouth, sighing as I sucked her ex-husband’s
sperm out of her freshly fucked pussy.
When I finished, I sat back on my haunches, expecting to have to clean
off quarterback’s cock. I was not
disappointed. He pulled me to him and
said, “Clean me off sissy.” He slapped
his cock against my cheek as I grabbed him to stuff him inside of my mouth,
fully intending to try to make him hard again, but he only let me suck him
until he was clean. Then he made me stop
so he and cheerleader could eat dinner together in the dining room. I was made to eat alone, as the rest of the
evening was reserved for them to be alone.
And so, that is how my week is going to be. And before anyone gets all ‘This is
outrageous how you are being treated poor Leeanne!’? Know this.
Despite being humiliated and feeling smaller and more insignificant than
I ever have, I loved every single second.
I cannot explain it. But there is
something about being a submissive sissy for my wife and her ex-husband that
gets me going. I love it. And I want them to know I love it. And I want all of my friends and followers to
know that I love it.
