[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. These are the previous posts that tell the story about my sissy journey.]
First things
first. I have been instructed by
quarterback to apologize for the lengthy delay reporting on the weekend he spent
with my cheerleader and me three weeks ago.
And I do apologize.
Sincerely. Unfortunately,
sometimes my "other life" interferes with my blogging time, and the
past three weeks are prime examples.
Between work and some other personal responsibilities, I simply have not
had time to recount what was, undeniably, a momentous weekend in my sissy
life. My heartfelt appreciation is
extended to quarterback for permitting me the time to get around to this
report.
Friday afternoon,
three weeks ago, my cheerleader summoned me home from work early to get ready
for the weekend with quarterback.
Obviously, I was anxious as I expected something unusual to happen based
upon the gifts he had sent to me earlier in the week, all inspired by this post
from my Tumblr
blog.
Still, I was in the
dark as to precisely what he had in mind for the weekend. Soon after I arrived home I began to
formulate some understanding of what my weekend might be like, although I admit
I would not have predicted how it actually turned out at such an early
juncture. As my cheerleader and I frequently
did when one of her men were going to be visiting, we helped each other get
ready with manicures and pedicures, as well as other grooming in intimate
areas. I knew things might get dicey for
me when she told me she was going to shave my sissy private area completely,
leaving only a tiny little landing strip.
She applied makeup skillfully around my eyes, leaving me with a very
pretty and innocent look. She then led
me into our bedroom where she had laid out my Njoy butt plug, the gifts from
quarterback - my fluffy kitten tail and ears - in addition to a very sexy, and
especially sissy looking outfit consisting of pink alpaca wool shorts and a
matching top, and fishnet pantyhose.
The thing about the
outfit my cheerleader had laid out for me though, was that the pantyhose were
open crotch and the pink alpaca wool shorts had been modified so that there was
an opening up the back for my kitty tail to protrude out of after it was
fastened to my Njoy plug. Also lying on
the bed was a full cup DDD pink bullet bra and my largest pair of breast forms
- my Big Girls. My cheerleader was
watching me take in the outfit and then asked, "Are you ready
sweetie?" I looked at her and
asked, "What is happening to me this weekend?" She admitted she wasn't certain what her
quarterback had in store for me, but that he had hinted that I was going to be
their "pet" for the weekend, whatever that might mean. I will tell you this - I was anxious about
what was to come. The previous weekend
he had visited us had marked a new direction in the relationship between the
three of us. The news that I might be
their “pet” forebode another major shift.
To help me control my
chastity cage my cheerleader had me put on a tiny pink thong panty. Then she had me bend over and she inserted
the butt plug inside of me. I put on the
fishnets and the tight pink fluffy alpaca shorts, my bra, and then inserted my
breast forms. Finally, I pulled the pink
alpaca top that came down only to just above my midriff, leaving my tummy
exposed. With the bullet bra stuffed
with the equivalent of DDD breasts, the fluffy pink sweater fit snugly and
accentuated the size of my breasts. I
then slipped on my five-inch high heels.
Finally, my cheerleader told me to turn around so she could attach my
tail. As she clipped it onto my Njoy plug
I felt an odd sense of actually having a tail.
There was something about the way it hung and tugged at the butt plug
that made it feel as though it were attached to my body. She then told me to turn around so she could
put my ears on me. She was smiling in an
odd way as she did it too. It was like
she was seeing me, even as her sissy husband, in a whole new way, as if she
would never have imagined such a sight, but wasn't altogether
disappointed. After she put on my ears,
she told me she one more thing to do.
When I asked what, she led me back to her makeup table. There, she used a black eyeliner marker to
carefully draw three lines on either side of my nose, dapple several dots on my
cheeks, and then make the tip of my nose black.
Uh huh. She drew kitten whiskers
and a kitten nose on my face. When she
turned me to face the mirror, I was stunned.
I could not believe this is how I was going to be presented to her
quarterback when he arrived in less than an hour. I was going to feel so embarrassed and
humiliated. But I also knew I was going
to go through with it. Honest? I was conflicted and excited. The image in my brain in that moment was one
of me, on my hands and knees, crawling behind quarterback with his cock in my
mouth, just like in my Tumblr
post.
My cheerleader sent
me downstairs to wait for her quarterback to arrive while she dressed. I was not involved in selecting her outfit
for the evening, but I can't say that I was surprised when she came down
looking especially sexy in a short black sheath dress that fell just above
mid-thigh. Her makeup was flawless and
sensual. Together, we prepared some
snacks for her quarterback's arrival.
She had me prepare her a Cosmopolitan to drink, and told me to get the
ingredients ready to make her quarterback a Manhattan when he got there. It was a bit odd for her to have me get the
drink ingredients ready in advance like that.
Normally, I would simply find out what he wanted when he arrived and
then prepare it for him. This was
another hint as to how the weekend would go.
Shortly after, the doorbell rang and my cheerleader told me to go answer
the door. She followed me as I walked to
the front hall, feeling very self-conscious about my appearance, to greet her
quarterback.
As I swung the door
open to let her quarterback inside, his expression was sort of priceless. I suppose he had a certain expectation of
what I'd look like, but it seems his imagination of what he was expecting and
what he actually saw were a bit out of kilter.
He looked at my cheerleader and said, "Well, well! What a pretty kitty you have!" She actually giggled and replied, "Thank
you sweets. Glad you like
her." "Oh I like her! But she is missing something." From behind his back quarterback pulled a
hand that was holding a pink collar on which the word, "Kitten," was
embroidered, and to which there was a pink ribbon leash attached. I was dumbfounded and speechless. My cheerleader's quarterback was going to
collar me! "Come here kitty,"
he said in a tone that I understood was not going to broach any disagreement
from me. He attached the collar around
my neck and then said, "Down kitty.
On your knees." I was so
fucking stunned at this point that I couldn't move. "Now!" he said forcefully. I quickly sank to my knees in front of him,
at which he smiled and said, "Good kitty." He then handed the end of the leash to my
cheerleader and said, "Here love.
Bring our kitten into the den and fix me my drink."
And so began my
weekend as my cheerleader's and her quarterback's pet kitten. On my hands and knees, I crawled behind my
cheerleader as she led me on the pink leash that her ex-husband had rather
unceremoniously attached to my neck. As
I crawled I was suddenly acutely aware of my long fluffy tail swishing back and
forth, tugging on my butt plug as it did, making me feel very much like a pet,
at least in some fashion. After leading
me into the den, my cheerleader handed the leash back to her quarterback and
excused herself to go make his Manhattan, her reason for having me set out the
ingredients for her becoming clear to me then.
After my cheerleader
left us alone, quarterback smiled at me in a way that made me sense that he was
enjoying his little game. "Say
'meow' kitty," he said. I hesitated
a slight beat, but then, said, "Meow." "Good kitty," he said. "That's what kittens say. Do you understand?" I did understand. If I was going to be a kitten, I would talk
like a kitten. Nodding my head, I
replied, "Meow." "Very
good kitty!" he complimented me.
"There's one more thing kitty.
Do you know what kittens like?"
I shook my head and whispered, "Meow" in a questioning
tone. "Kittens like cream. No," he corrected himself. "Kittens love cream! And you will get plenty of cream this
weekend. Do you understand?" I didn't have a moment of confusion at what
he was saying. I nodded and purred,
"Meow." He smiled at me,
seemingly satisfied that I understood his intentions, and sat back waiting for
my cheerleader to bring him his drink.
My cheerleader
returned with drinks for the two of them and sat next to her quarterback on our
sofa. He pulled her to him and kissed
her possessively, fondling her breasts as he did so, me on my knees next to
them. He then toasted her with his drink
glass clinking on hers. "I love our
new pet babe. Don't you?" My cheerleader actually blushed as she said,
"She is cute. I have to admit
it." "Yes. She is a cute kitten. I think she might be thirsty. I think she needs some cream." My cheerleader actually seemed confused about
what he meant. Before she could respond,
quarterback said to me, "Kitty.
It's time for your first feeding," as he glanced down at his
crotch. Then the recognition hit
my cheerleader. “Oh! I see,” she said. Her quarterback then said, “You may feed her
first. Then me.” My cheerleader smiled at what he was
suggesting. Then she looked at me and
said, “Here kitty,” as she sat back and opened her thighs, inviting me to
attend to her. I crawled to her and
said, “Meow,” as I pushed her dress up to her waist. She was not wearing any panties. Her pussy was wet, revealing her arousal
already. I leaned in to taste her,
slowly licking the length of her slit, well aware that her quarterback’s eyes
were watching me intently. As I
pleasured my cheerleader, I could hear her quarterback unfastening his belt
buckle and then his pants. He stood and
pushed them down, stepping out of them, and then sat back down. Reaching to me, he took my hand and placed it
on his cock. He was thick and soft, but
I could feel him growing harder within my hand.
As I continued to suck and lick my cheerleader, I slowly masturbated
him. My cheerleader leaned over and
began sucking the tip of his cock into her mouth and I could hear his groan of appreciation
as she sucked him while I stroked him.
After cheerleader and
I continued like that for a while, quarterback said, “Get on my cock babe! Now!” My
cheerleader stood up, shoving me back on my haunches, and straddled his lap,
settling slowly onto his rigid cock while I watched from beneath them on the
floor. He was so thick and spread her
wet slit wide as she took him inside of her, slowly but hungrily, sighing and
moaning as he pierced her. When she hit
bottom she wiggled her ass on him as if relishing the sensation of being so
full of his dick. Quarterback groaned,
“Oh yeah! I’ve missed that cunt!” Then to me, he said, “Suck my balls kitty
while I fuck your wife.” I replied,
“Meow,” and crawled under them, quarterback saying, “Good kitty,” as he resumed
fucking my cheerleader. My cheerleader
began riding her quarterback’s cock hard, lifting and settling back on him,
each time she hit bottom her ass bounced on top of my head as I sucked and
licked his heavy ballsack. I could tell
he loved it when I sucked his balls as he seemed to make me do it a lot. Their fucking quickly became fast and furious
as they got down to the first fuck of the weekend and soon I could feel him
shooting his load inside of my cheerleader’s pussy, her crying and mewing and
moaning and telling him over and over how much she loved his cock. As his sperm began oozing out of my
cheerleader, quarterback said, “Get all of your cream kitten. Don’t miss a drop. That’s your number one job this weekend. Cleaning up the cream.”
While I licked the sperm
leaking out of my cheerleader, she continued to squirm around on his cock,
savoring being filled by him. With each
shift by her pussy on his cock, more of his cum worked its way out of her and
onto his cock where I licked and sucked it off of him. After a few minutes he pushed her up and off
of him, telling me to clean her out and then finish him off. My cheerleader sat back down on the sofa and
opened her thighs to allow me to get in close to clean her out thoroughly. When I finished with her I moved to her
quarterback and began licking him clean.
As I did, I took him in my mouth and could feel him growing hard
again. Fuck! Were they going to fuck again? I could feel him getting turned on and then I
saw him grab my cheerleader’s hand and put it on his cock. She began fondling him as I sucked him. “Go on babe.
Feed our kitten another load. She
looks hungry.” And so my cheerleader
began jacking her quarterback off until he began spewing another load of his
jizz directly into my hungry sissy kitten mouth. I should probably have been embarrassed to be
doing what I was doing, and so eagerly, but I didn’t feel that way at all. No. I
wanted his sperm. So much!
Unlike other weekends
in the past, I wasn’t their maid servant during the weekend. The entire weekend I was in kitten mode,
wearing the same outfit and doing one thing only – cleaning up the sperm that
quarterback pumped into my cheerleader.
When I wasn’t doing that, I was at their feet waiting to do that. They spent the entire weekend as though I
were nothing more than their pet, but I could tell the two of them were
enjoying their little game. That first
night, when they got ready for bed, quarterback reenacted the post that
inspired him to turn me into his little kitten for the weekend, giving my leash
to my cheerleader and making me crawl behind him with my mouth locked onto his
cock as he walked upstairs to our bedroom.
It was humiliating to be doing it with my cheerleader watching me like that,
but I had suspected it was going to happen before the weekend was over. What I was not expecting was to find that my
cheerleader, at her quarterback’s instructions, had moved an air mattress into
our bedroom and situated it next to our bed on the floor. I was going to be sleeping in their room,
like a pet kitten would do, available whenever they needed me to clean them
after they fucked. When we got there
quarterback saw me looking at the mattress on the floor and said, “Do you like
your bed kitty? You’ll be sleeping there
this weekend in case we need you. And we
will.” I felt as powerless as I’d ever
felt anytime in my sissy life. What did
I do? I purred, “Meow,” and crawled onto
my bed.
Quarterback and
cheerleader took off their clothes and climbed into bed and immediately began making
love for a long time. Lying there in the
dark, listening to my cheerleader giving herself to her first husband, showing
him how much she craved him physically, I felt oddly alone in the room. She, and he, truly carried on as though I
were not there – that they were not making warm, erotic and passionate love
while my cheerleader’s husband listened in.
It was as though I were a pet. My
cheerleader was hungry for him too, mewing and telling him how much she loved
sucking his cock and urging him to bite her nipples harder as she responded to
everything he was doing to her. Then he
was fucking her. I could see from the
mattress on the floor that she was on her hands and knees as he mounted her
doggie style and began grunting as he pounded her pussy, all with her constant
encouragement to fuck her harder. I
could sense more than see when they finished, the two of them panting as he
collapsed on top of my cheerleader.
Then, “Kitty,” quarterback called,
“Come.” I sat up and said,
“Meow,” then crawled up on the bed.
Quarterback rolled off of my cheerleader onto his back, and she flipped
over next to him on her back, her thighs falling wide for me to begin
performing my job. I licked and sucked
quarterback’s cock clean and then went to my cheerleader. His thick, milky sperm was drooling out of
her and I just knew there would be a heavy load inside of her for me to
clean. As I began, my cheerleader said,
“Easy kitty. It’s sore. Be gentle.”
I answered, “Meow,” and proceeded to very softly and gently lick and
suck her clean, bringing her to another orgasm before being dismissed to my bed
by quarterback.
My cheerleader cooed
and cuddled her quarterback while I lay on my kitten bed alone, but totally
privy to their intimacy. As I lay there
listening to her feminine sounds as she whispered soft words of adoration to
her quarterback, I couldn’t help but think of the amazing history my
cheerleader and her quarterback had.
They went all of the way back to high school, that time in their lives
when everything was new and exciting and they were relatively carefree. He was the big dog in their high school. He wasn’t just the quarterback of the
football team – it was a championship team.
And she was the head cheerleader.
I imagined what it must have been like for her – and him – to have
connected with each other and to reached the point in their relationship when
they “went all of the way.” And for her
to have lucked out and had her first time be with a boy who was so well endowed
as her quarterback. It’s no wonder she
married him and had children with him.
And it is also no wonder that she is so into him again, now that she has
the opportunity. He is a living,
breathing sexual god. He is handsome and
fit and has stamina to spare. And my
cheerleader has an insatiable appetite for having sex with him.
And then there is
me. I was a virgin through high school,
college and even my entire first marriage.
To have been a virgin most of my formative youthful and early adult
years has to be something few men experience.
And then, when I met my cheerleader and she, somehow, led me from
that? It was a blessing like no other to
me at the time. I sometimes wonder what
would have been had I kept my secret from her – that I was compelled to wear
women’s lingerie and to be submissive to her?
Would I still be the man in the bed with her who she would be giving
herself to? Would I be the man lying
next to her listening to her tell me how much she loves my cock and begging me
to fuck her again? Would she have ever
given a second thought to her quarterback, the real man who took her cherry,
gave her two sons, but then cheated on her and threw her world into a tailspin
for a time? In a way, I thought as I lay
there on my kitten bed, if it weren’t for her quarterback cheating on her I may
never have found the woman who took my virginity and has allowed me to become
the sissy I am today. I should be
thankful for him, I thought then, and made a quiet resolve to myself to show
both of them how much I appreciated what they were permitting me to live out.
As my cheerleader and
her quarterback grew quiet, I could sense sleep coming to them and, eventually,
it came to me as well. At first I
thought I was dreaming when I heard my cheerleader whispering in my ear, “Sissy. Sissy wake up.” I opened my eyes and she was next to me on
the floor. “Good morning,” I
whispered. She smiled. “Good morning.
Get up. I want to get you ready
for the day. Come on,” she told me as
she stood to go to her dressing room.
When we got there she explained that she wanted to help me “freshen up”
my makeup. She helped me undress and
told me to shower and, when I was dried off, she helped me redress and then
skillfully reapplied my eye makeup and my kitty whiskers. “There!” she said, satisfied. “Now go downstairs and prepare some breakfast
and bring it back up here and leave it next to our bed.” I looked at her, seeing how into me being her
and her quarterback’s kitten she was.
“Meow,” I replied playfully. She
giggled. “Oh kitty! You are so cute! Now scoot,” she said as she slapped me on my
kitty bottom. I laughed and swished my
tail for her, drawing another giggle from her.
“I want to see more of that today.
Tom will love it!” “Meow!”
When I returned to
the bedroom with coffee and muffins I walked in to find my cheerleader on her
back with her quarterback towering over her, holding her legs spread wide over
her head as he drove in and out of her pussy.
My cheerleader was repeating, in a voice that was more sighing and
moaning, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Her quarterback was complying with her plaintive cries. I stopped in my tracks, watching from behind
as his fat, wet cock drove in and out of my cheerleader’s wet pussy, her hungry
pussy lips, stretched wide, drawing him in and out of her. Quarterback slowed for a moment and looked
over his shoulder at me. “Come here
kitty,” he said. I walked to the night
table and set my tray down. “Lick her
nipples kitty,” he told me. “Meow,” I
replied, swishing my tail. “Oh
fuck! Good kitty!” he said to me. Leaning over my cheerleader as her
quarterback continued to drive in and out of her, I began licking her breasts,
making them wet, stopping to nibble on her enlarged titties every lick or two. Cheerleader put her hands on the back of my
head and began directing me, “Good kitty.
Such a good kitty!” Loving my
role suckling on my cheerleader’s breasts as her quarterback grunted and
groaned as he fucked her, I was not paying attention when he suddenly pulled
out of her and began spraying her breasts and my face with a thick rope of
sperm. He let go of her legs, letting
them fall to the bed, and he crawled up her stomach and continued cumming on
her tits as I kept sucking them. He then
began rubbing his dick all over her breasts in his sperm and alternately
putting his cock in my mouth and rubbing it on her breasts. I was licking and sucking furiously as I
tried to take care of each of them, trying to be a good kitten cleaning up all
of quarterback’s cream. It was one of
the hottest scenes my cheerleader and I had ever engaged in together.
When they were
finally satisfied, quarterback told me to pour coffee for them and to wait on
my kitten bed. I served them breakfast
in bed and then got on my kitten bed and waited obediently, just like a kitty,
again listening to my cheerleader coo and play with her quarterback, her
complete sexual satisfaction evident.
After a while the two of them got up and went into our bathroom to
shower. I was simply an observer of
their morning together, nothing more than the kitten I was being treated
as. After exiting the shower, my
cheerleader dressed in a babydoll and a thin see-through thong. Quarterback put on a pair of loose gym shorts
and a t-shirt. Then quarterback fastened
my leash to me and my cheerleader led me downstairs where we hung out for the
rest of the day watching football.
Throughout the day my cheerleader and her quarterback fucked several
times and I dutifully cleaned them up. I
worked hard to play up my role as their kitty as best I could, and think I
pulled it off, as they seemed to enjoy when I crawled everywhere on my hands
and knees, and rubbed up against their legs just like a kitten would. But I think the thing they enjoyed most was
the eagerness I showed whenever it was time for me to clean up quarterback’s
sperm.
Saturday night was
spent much like Friday and ended with me sleeping beside their bed on my kitten
bed air mattress, listening to my cheerleader voice and prove her desire for
him and his cock throughout the night.
Twice during the night I was called up to clean them before being
dismissed to my bed for the rest of the night.
I was awoken in the
morning by quarterback when he got up to go to the bathroom. He stopped by my bed and knelt down to fasten
my leash onto my collar and whispered, “Come kitty,” and led me on my hands and
knees down to our kitchen. Down there he
told me to make him some coffee. As he
stood behind me, I could feel his eyes upon me. Feeling frisky, I swished my tail and
purred, “Meow.” He laughed. “You are something, you know that?” I replied, “Meow?” “I can’t believe you are really letting me do
all of this to you,” he said bluntly.
“Letting me fuck your wife. You
doing whatever, it seems, we ask of you.
Why?” It hit me. He was seriously asking me to explain
myself. I finished making the coffee and
turned to hand him his mug. There we
were in my kitchen, me dressed like a sissy kitty, and him completely nude, his
thick cock hanging heavily between his thighs, face-to-face, when I said, “I
sometimes ask myself the same question.
I don’t know what to tell you other than I always come back to because I
love her. And I have this need deep
inside of me that is being filled too. I
know someone like you probably can’t understand it.” He looked quizzically at me. “What do you mean, ‘someone like me?’” “I mean, a real man. You’re a real man. I’m a sissy.
We’re different.” Quarterback
sipped his coffee and looked at me for a few minutes before finally saying, “I
suppose that makes some sense. And it’s
okay. We’re okay. Right?”
Sensing that we were reaching some sort of understanding between us, and
that he had meant for us to have such a chat, I assured him. “Yes.
We are okay.” He smiled and said,
“Good. Now, down kitty!” he ordered
me. I smiled and sank to my knees on the
floor and looked up at him. “Come.” I crawled to him and as I got near he lifted his
cock from between his legs and pointed in toward my mouth. I opened wide and took him inside of my
mouth. As I did he began walking
backward and said, “Come kitty,” and I obeyed him, crawling behind him to the
den keeping his cock in my mouth the entire time.
He sat down on the couch and said, “Time for
cream kitty. It’s all yours.” And so I began giving him a long, slow, wet
blowjob. Just me and quarterback. I slowly licked him all over, making him wet
and slick with my kitten tongue, then dipped low and sucked his balls into my
mouth, stroking his now hard and wet shaft with my fingers. I began alternately taking the head of his
cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around on him and then licking him in
long wet strokes with my tongue, coaxing groans of appreciation from
quarterback. At one point he said, “You
really are a great cocksucker kitty.” I
smiled when he said it, happy to receive his compliment. In response, I took him once deep, and then
bobbed my head up and down on him in rapid strokes of my mouth, jacking him off
with one hand and rubbing his ballsack with the other. Soon I could sense him responding and knew he
was about to cum in my mouth. The first
load hit the back of my throat like a jet as he groaned, “Fuck! Yes!”
I maintained my lock on his cock so that all of his sperm went inside of
my mouth. He pumped load after load into
my mouth. I was able to take all of it
without dripping any. When he was
finished he let his cock slip from between my lips and sat back on the couch,
looking at me, a self-satisfied smile on my face. Smiling back at me quarterback said, “Good
kitty. That was your reward for being a
good kitty this weekend.” “Meow,” I
replied in thanks. He stood then and
said, “Stay down here for a while. I
need to go back up and take care of your wife.”
“Meow,” I answered. Before he
left he unclipped the leash from my collar.
Quarterback went
upstairs to my cheerleader. I sat alone
in our den thinking about the unusual morning alone with him. He had told me I was a good cocksucker. He had called me a cocksucker. I don’t know how to describe how I felt when
he uttered those words to me. “You
really are a great cocksucker kitty.” On
the one hand, it was humiliating to hear my wife’s ex-husband call me a
cocksucker. And yet, on the other hand,
I liked that he called me a cocksucker.
I mean, I know I do love sucking cock.
And I really love sucking quarterback’s cock. But I don’t really sit around thinking of
myself as a cocksucker. But that is what
he thought of me. I was a cocksucker. His cocksucker. And he thinks I am a great cocksucker
too. I like that. I could only wonder how this relationship was
going to continue to develop over time.
But I felt we had reached a special moment between the two of us. Capping off our discussion with me pleasuring
him one-on-one as I had also felt like a special moment, although I found out
later that my cheerleader knew he was doing it.
It was around noon when the two of them came downstairs, dressed and
apparently ready to go out. Quarterback
had his travel bag in his hand.
Quarterback said, “We’re going out for lunch kitty. Then I’m leaving. Be good while we’re gone.” “Meow,” I answered. My cheerleader walked to me and kissed me
softly on my mouth. “Good kitty,” she
whispered. While they were gone, I began
cleaning things up in the kitchen, then went upstairs to make our bed. I had no idea what sort of plans my
cheerleader would have for us for the rest of the day, or whether I should stay
in kitten mode, so I stayed dressed as I was until she returned. Quarterback dropped her off without coming
inside. When she slammed the door, she
called out, “Here kitty! Here kitty!” I was in the den when I heard her. Unsure what to do, I opted to crawl to her
like I had throughout the weekend, swishing my kitten tail as I did. When she saw me she giggled. “Oh kitty!
I love how you do that!” She
walked up to me and said, “Come kitty,” and led me back toward the den. Sitting on the couch, she looked at me,
exploring my eyes for clues about what I was thinking. “So,” she began, “I understand you and Tom
had a talk this morning.” I told her we
had. “How was this for you this weekend
baby?” she asked me. “Did you enjoy
being our pet?” Another conversation was
happening. This was my day of one-on-one
chats with my cheerleader and her quarterback.
I admitted that I did, in fact, enjoy it. I also told her I did not know if I would
want to do it every visit, but that this had been a unique weekend. She smiled and told me that she had enjoyed
it also, and that she expected her quarterback would want to do it again, and
that the choice to do, or not, would not be mine, but hers. I assured her that I understood that. Finally she said, “There may be just a bit
more cream for you kitty, if you want it.”
Smiling her bright eyes at me, she asked, “Do you?” I smiled back at her and replied,
“Meow!” She laughed loudly and told me
to get busy then. And so I crawled up to
her and lifted her skirt, removed her panties, inside of which was evidence of
sperm leakage from her. I pulled them
off of her and then leaned in and began to slowly and softly make love to my
cheerleader in the best way that I knew how – using my sissy kitten mouth and
tongue to drive her over the edge in a way that I was confident that she loved,
even if it wasn’t exactly what she was able to achieve from her quarterback and
other real men. This was something her
sissy husband could give her that her real men could not. I was happy knowing that we would always have
that. That afternoon I made my
cheerleader cry out and scream as I gave her such enormous orgasms as I cleaned
the last vestige of her quarterback out of her pussy. When I was finished, I sat at her feet,
rubbing her legs and making her know how much I worshipped her. I remained her kitten for the rest of the
afternoon, until she told me to go upstairs and change into something more
comfortable for the evening while she made us dinner. We had a wonderful evening lounging in the
den watching television, me dressed in a pretty pink babydoll and her wearing
an oversized t-shirt her quarterback had left behind.
All-in-all, it was a
unique and incredible weekend. I know
many will question me about how I could submit to such treatment. I get it.
But I can only respond in the same way I responded to quarterback – this
is me. This is who I am. There is something inside of me that craves this
sort of submission and I’m beginning to sense that quarterback may, actually,
get it. Because of that, and because my
cheerleader is enjoying it, I’m going to continue to see where things go. And while I know I may appear to be a tool to
some - a weak sissy who has no ability to stand up for herself - please know
that I am completely aware that if I really, really did not want to do these
things, it is within me to put an end to them.
The thing is though, I don’t want it to stop. Not yet anyway. Finally, I’m sorry I’ve been absent so
long. I was told no blogging on my site
until I submitted this for review and posting.
I hope to get things back on track now for a while.
Postscript - My cheerleader and her quarterback have just completed their review of this account about my first weekend as their pet. They approve. I have been told that I can expect to spend future weekends in a pet role. My cheerleader is already shopping for a new kitten outfit for me to wear. My quarterback said simply, "Good cocksucker kitty."
