Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Sometimes a man will want to wine you and dine you.

But more often he'll just want to bend you over and fuck that sissy boi-pussy.



I pledge to be pussy free.

I pledge to be masculine free.

I pledge to be argumentative free.

I pledge to be erection free.

I pledge to obey.

I pledge to follow.

I pledge to worship.


"Mother," your wife exclaimed, eyes wide, "what...what did you do to him?"

"Just what you knew I'd do when you left him here, dear."


That feeling when you're into the last week of Locktober and she tells you there's still No November and Denial December left in the year.

What about 2021?

I wouldn't say the signs are good.

Your wife's lover has a simple rule, obey him or expect to find 

yourself spending time in the corner or facing the wall.


"It's a simple rule, honey, no part of your body may touch any part of my body unless you're caged," she says, holding up the chastity cage she bought for you.

"No part...but how...I mean...how am I supposed to...you know..."

"Fuck me?" she chuckles. "You won't be able to...that's kind of the point, dear."

Yes to all these on the left


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It's best when sissy has a firm hand guiding her.

Monday, October 26, 2020


There is a point in a sissy's journey that there's no going back.

She has a beautiful ass, my wife, and often wears panties that leave it exposed.

There are times I just stare at it, feel the familiar tightening in my chastity cage, wish I could climb on top of her, rub myself against her satin panties, her silky skin, grow hard and slip it into her wet pussy.

She saw me the other day doing just that. She was on the bed, chest down, on her elbows, looking at her phone, checking her email. She wore satin tap panties, her garter straps extended out over her cheeks, held up her tan stockings.

"I know what you're thinking, lover, and that's a very naughty thought."

"I'm sorry, Emily," I said, quickly lowering my eyes.

"I'm not unlocking it and if I did, it's certainly not going inside me."

"I...I know," I said, "I just..."

"Do sissies go inside women?"

"No...no, Ma'am," I said, "I just..."

"Come over here," she said, spread her legs ever so slightly apart. "You may kiss it, but that's all.."


The moment you felt the shaking, the uncontrollable shaking you experienced as his thick, hard cock presses against you, triggering the biggest, most intense orgasm you ever had. 

It was the moment you understood why women crave men, why women crave cock.

It was the moment you understood why your wife never wanted your small, sissy clit.

It was the moment you realized she was right to put you in chastity.

It was the moment you realized you were never having sex like a man again.

It was the moment you truly became a slave to cock.


"Why are you looking at me like that," your wife asks you when she catches you watching her get dressed for the evening.

"I...I don't know...it...it's nothing," you mumble.

"It's not nothing, honey, what's wrong, you have a funny look on your face."

"Seriously, it's nothing," you lie.

"Honey," she says, a sympathetic look on her face, "you're jealous. Oh, sweetie."

You didn't realize your emotions were so fully on display. "It's just...I mean...it's been so long," you swallow, thinking back to the fateful day, a day neither of you will forget.

"Baby, I know it's difficult, but it's what we decided, you made a promise."

"I just didn't think...I don't know...I never thought it would be so...final."

She frowns. "Honey, don't, we talked about it, we talked about this specifically. Of course it's difficult, I know that, but pledging to live pussy free doesn't mean 'mostly' pussy free or 'sometimes' pussy free or pussy free until you really want it. It means pussy free."

"I just...sometimes...I don't know..."

"Of course you do," she said. "Sometimes you wish you got to stick it in me like he does, instead of just using that talented mouth of yours. I know. Of course I know. I know it's hardest at times like this, watching me get dressed to go out with him. I know, love, I know. But times like this is when it's most rewarding."

"I...I just miss it," you say softly, looking down.

"You think you miss it, love, but we both know you really don't, that it's something you think you want, not something you really want."


She lifts a breast, holds it up, almost towards you. "Come here, you want to suckle before I leave."

You look down, face red. Of course you do. "Will...will you be home?" you ask, face red.

"You're so naughty," she chuckles, knowing what you really want at that moment, a promise she won't stay the night with him, a promise she'll come home, full of his cum. For while your penis is forever pussy free, your mouth is allowed to indulge from time to time, only after he's fucked her and only if she's full of his hot, fresh cum.


It's a night a marriage changes forever, that first night she goes on an actual date with someone else.

Friday, October 23, 2020


It's difficult, of course, but is there anything more erotic than watching your 
wife get fucked good and hard by a real man in your marital bed?

Emily's swallowed cum hundreds in her life, dozens and dozens since we got together.

But never once from me.

Never once.


Hate to be critical of such a beauty, but a sissy should be caged, even small and soft. 


My wife might believe me when I tell her I have no interest in sucking 
cock if my un-caged penis didn't give me away.


When you first got married, you were happiest when she'd have sex with you.

Now, you're happiest when she'll at least touch you while her lover fucks her.


She belongs to him now.


That nervous feeling you get when you're dressed up to meet your wife's lover for the first time.

Source: The lovely Christine Bellejolais

Thursday, October 22, 2020


Not saying it's the ideal life...

But it kind of totally is.

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

New Book

 I hate to tease a new book, but I'm so close to finishing a new book. Editing Chapter 11 of 13 (plus a Coda). 

So close.


"You're my wife, I'm not allowed to have sex with you?"

"Honey, that's NOT what he said," my wife answered, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

"Well what did he say then? We're married, after all."

"Just...just you can't...I don't know...you can't do anything he does."

"What's that mean?" I demanded.

"It means we can have sex, honey, just...I don't know...just nothing he does."

"Nothing he does? Like what?"

"Like...honey, this is his rule, not mine. Like if he does it to me, you can't. So no penis inside me..."

"Inside you?"

"Like in my mouth or pussy or ass."

"He's done all that?" I asked, shocked, since she never gave me blowjobs and never let me back there.

She nodded. "So all I can do is jerk off?"

She looked down, embarrassed. "No, he does that, too, so that's out."

"I can't jerk off? How the hell am I supposed to cum?"

"I guess...I guess like a girl does."


Do you even remember what things used to be like when you were still a male?

A sissy can never go wrong with pink.