Friday, August 18, 2017

Memories


Reminds me the first time I knew I suspected I was a cuckold (before I knew what that was), when an ex, Kelly, was having a "girls night out" and dressed like there were more than girls involved.

I asked her why she was dressed like that, danced around my suspicions at what she was doing.

"We're just meeting some people at this country western place," she said, deflecting my questions.

"Who?" I asked.

"Me and Tammy and Alecia," she said.

"I know who is going, who are you meeting?" I asked, frustrated at her evasion.

"Oh," she said, "I don't know...just some people from Tammy's work...I don't know their names, some guy Tammy likes and a couple of his friends."

"Like...like guy friends?" I asked, voice weak.

"I don't know," she said, "I guess...I didn't really ask."

"You...you don't know?"

"I mean...I suppose...Tammy just thought it would be easier to talk to this guy if they both brought some friends...like a group thing."

"Well why do you have to dress like that?" I asked, "you're like...all sexy..."

"Tammy's dressing sexy," she said, "Alecia and I can't be all drab, that would be way awkward. We have to dress like she's dressing."

"So you're all dressing like this...sexy."

"I suppose," she twirled her hair.

"And what if one of these guys starts hitting on you."

"Stop."

"Seriously!"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? How about 'I have a boyfriend' or something?" I demanded.

"Well that'd be awkward," she said, "I can't just tell some guy who thinks he's out on a group date thing I have a boyfriend."

"Kelly! You do have a boyfriend."

"So I'll just play along for awhile, I don't have to say anything."

"Until he starts touching you or trying to kiss you or want to go home with you."

"Well I'm not going home with some guy I just met," she said, "I mean..."

We both heard a car horn, her friend was in the driveway. Kelly gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, whispered in my ear. "Tammy said they're all cute, maybe I'll get all hot and bothered if he starts hitting on me so you might want to wait up."

And I did and when she came home she was as horny as I'd ever seen her. And so was I and licked her to orgasm after orgasm, starting a routine that happened again and again on Saturday nights.

That and how much it makes me feel like a girl!



Thursday, August 17, 2017

Sleepover



"He said he wanted me to spend the night," your wife told you, "if that's a problem, you tell him no."

Monday, August 14, 2017


"You...you're not wearing your wedding rings," he said, seeing his wife's bare hand.

"That's what you noticed," she smiled.

"What...what do you mean?"

"The cleavage baring dress...the stockings...the makeup...the heels..."

He swallowed, trying not to think about it, trying not to see how she was dressed despite how she was dressed. "I...I just assumed...I mean...they have a dress code, don't they?"

"Sure...women have to wear dresses or skirts...they don't have to dress like this, though."

"I just thought..."

"They're on the vanity," she said, "my wedding rings...I'll wear them if you want, but I thought you'd rather I leave them home...a reminder."

"R...reminder," he swallowed.

"That there's only one rule tonight...no matter what I do with him, I'll come home and tell you all about it."

Chastity Journal



Let's see, today is the 226th day of the year, so:

  • I've spent 226 days in chastity this year
  • I've been unlocked eight times (once per month)
  • I've been milked fifteen times (twice per month but only once this month so far)
  • I've been allowed inside Emily zero times

Endless supply



Every minute of every day of every month of every year.

Yes!



The Alpha Bull:
Kissing your bull’s cock and licking his cum off of your girlfriend’s face is a wonderful bonding experience for you two. You share affection for one another and for the Alpha male’s sexuality. It’s a beautiful triad and you should celebrate it, and show gratitude and respect to the dominant male in your life.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Rules


"I was clear, wasn't I? Every minute you're erect results in one month of chastity."

"I...I'm trying," he stammered, "I...can't you...can't you button your blouse?"

She shook her head. "Don't blame me for your lack of self control," she said looking at a clock. "Four minutes now."

"M...Mistress, please..."

"Two more minutes and you won't be unlocked for the rest of the year."

It ended at seven minutes, finally, he found the thought to take his mind off her, afraid, because she always kept her word.

"Well, guess we'll see that thing free sometime this winter," she said opening the drawer with the cage. "Pity, too, you were only a day away from earning a squirt."

Heaven!


Monday, July 17, 2017

Split

Some bulls just aren't into foreplay; they're so focused on one part of sex, the fucking.

Some husbands just aren't into the fucking; they're so focused on one part of sex, foreplay.

So it's great when a wife can have the best of both worlds.

A husband to get her ready:


And a bull to the fucking:


Learning from her mother that the best way to control a husband is to keep him in line is teasing AND denial.


What's it say about me that given the choice, I'd much rather watch a man do this to Emily than try to do it to her myself.


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

The Next Level


"H...honey, we...you...you can't do that," my wife whispered when I got down on my knees, knowing what I wanted to do.

"Why...why not?" I asked, "you always like it when I do that after you've been out."

She swallowed, looked away. "I...I know," she said, "I...I do...you're so sweet and tender..."

"You said it makes you feel good after he...you know...after he's rough..."

"It...it does," she said.

"I...I look forward to it," I said, "I mean...it...it's how I...you know...participate...it's like our...our special intimate thing."

"Dammit," she said, not in anger, almost in guilt. "Honey, I...I'm not...I mean...I'm not...clean..."

I had the smile only a beta husband could ever have, the kind of smile a husband who willingly participates in his only cuckolding could have. "I always smell the rubber," I swallowed, "I...it's fine, your scent is stronger." I moved closer, licked my lips.

"Oh god," she whispered. "Sweetie, I'm not clean because...dammit...he...he didn't use a condom."

"He what???"

"I...he just...I...I was on my stomach...he was on top of me...and he just...he asked..." She swallowed, stopped.

"He asked what?"

"He asked if I was on the pill and...I nodded...confused...and he..."

"Amber..."

"He...he didn't stop."

"Amber," I said again, "he...he didn't..."

She nodded, looked down. "He came inside me, honey."

"Amber..."

"I...I'm sorry," she whispered.

I didn't talk again for an hour. Not because I was mad, but because I instantly pressed my face to her, licked her, over and over, until I was sure I'd gotten every drop.

Monday, July 10, 2017

"Well you say it makes you jealous, honey, but every time I tell you about one of my dates, you get soooooo hard."


Fantasy


Yes, Emily and I know that getting fucked in an alley, over the hood of a car, by two men she just met in a bar, barebacked, is way, way beyond the bounds of "safe sex."

But just because it isn't safe doesn't mean she can't fantasize about it.

Same with me.

All these years...


Emily has literally never done this to me, never gotten on her knees and sucked me, never once begged to give me a blowjob. The few times my little penis ever entered her mouth it was only:
1. After was had been drinking wine and was more than tipsy,
2. After I'd licked her to orgasm after orgasm,
3. After I begged and begged her to lick me, and
4. After I double promised to tell her to stop before I was anywhere close to squirting.

Matthew, though? She literally does this to him every time she's with him:
1. Drinking or not, sober or tipsy, she wants to suck his cock,
2. She'll do it before he ever touches her,
3. She's the one who begs; he's never begged her for anything, and
4. She'll suck his cock until he cums every time unless he stops her first.
That's a huge difference between our sex lives, Matthew and me. One of us has a woman who hungers for his cock, the other a long understanding that sexual pleasure does not, even should not, involve a sissy's penis.

Of course, I'm in chastity virtually all the time (released or hygienic purposes, of course) and her playing with my penis and bringing me to orgasm is just not a part of our sex lives.

Who has it better?

The man who has unlimited sexual access to a very beautiful woman?

Or the husband who long ago accepted that feminization and chastity are the foundation of marital bliss?

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Weekend



"What's wrong," Emily asked me this morning as she adjusted her garter belt.

"N...nothing," I said, watching her.

"Something," she challenged me with a look.

"I...I don't know," I lied.

She sighed. "God, you're jealous, aren't you?"

"No...I mean...I...I don't know," I said, feeling my stomach turn. She smiled, grinned really. "What?"

"It's cute," she said, "after all this time, you still get jealous."

"It...it's four days, Emily," I said.

She folded her arms, tilted her head. "And how's that different than four hours?" she asked.

"I...I don't know...you...you're going out of town with him for four days...that...that's like...like you're a couple, or something."

"Well he and I are a couple in a way, aren't we?" she challenged me.

"But..."

"It's the restaurant, isn't it?"

I looked down and she knew. The previous week Matthew had asked me the previous week my favorite restaurant in the city, before I knew what was happening, so I gladly told him and only then asked him why.

"Because I'm taking Emily there next week," he said, "and I wanted to take her somewhere special to eat."

Everything about the city was special to me. Special to her, too. And now it was going to be special to them.

"It...it's kind of our place," I said.

"I assume that's why he asked," she told me.

"But..."

"It will still be our special place," she said

"But..."

"But now you share it with him," she smiled, "like so many other things."

"Emily," I looked down again.

"Will you share?" she asked.

"Do...do I have a choice?"

She looked at me, pondered for a moment. "I don't know," she said honestly, "you know how he is."

"I wish you'd..."

"I know," Emily said before I finished. "And you know that's not a good idea. You'd misbehave the second the car pulled away."

"I...I'd wait..."

"Honestly...four days? You wouldn't wait four minutes."

"I...I'd try..."

"And fail," she shook her head. "Sweetie, we've talked about this...you know how you get when you do that...you'll be upset the entire time."

"I...I just..."

"Besides, even if I wanted to, you know Matthew would never go for that...we've all talked about this, and I'm afraid I'm with him on this...you're much better locked."

"What...what time are you leaving?"

"He's picking me up from work at 1, we'll be there before dinner." I looked between her legs, quickly looked away. "I'll have to shower, naturally, but maybe Sunday morning before we leave so I have something to bring home...besides my panties, I mean."

"Thank...thank you," I said quietly.

"You behave, okay?"

"I...I will," I said, "I will."

The bigger the dick, the better the workout



It's a reality, she dresses for him much differently than she dresses for me.



Her heart belongs to me, her body belongs to him.


Monday, June 19, 2017

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Wedding Rings

Sometimes he insists she wear it, so she doesn't forget who is home waiting for her.

Other times he insists she leave it home, so when she's with him, she's mentally free for the night.

Tonight, her rings are in the small container on the bathroom counter, so she forgets and I remember.


Friday, June 16, 2017

It's a mental thing, learning to squirt when locked, your sissy clit soft and caged. Once learned, it's all she need, all she'll ever need.


Breast Bondage

A woman's full, natural breasts on the left, her sissy husband's growing, hormone induced breasts on the right, clipped together by their master so they remember who they belong do, who they serve.