Thursday, August 31, 2017

Questions

If you have a baby, who would be the father?
Me.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Bare



"I'm close," her lover said.

"I know," your wife whispered, "I can tell, I can always tell."

"I don't...we didn't put a condom on yet."

"I know," she whispered again.

"You need to stop," he told her, not wanting to, but knowing she always insisted.

"No," she said looking into his eyes, "no I don't."

"I'm not going to be able to stop," he grimaced, trying to hold back.

"Try," she said, "try..."

"Uugh," he moaned, doing just that, and giving her what she wanted. Just another minute of fucking, just another minute to make her cum, this is what she wanted, needed.

"Baby," he said.

"Hold on," she moaned, riding him, shaking like she never shook before.

"Baby," he said louder.

"I told him," she said, shaking, barely coherent, "I told him."

"Oh god," he was pumping now, fucking her as she fucked him.

"Cum inside me, baby, I want to feel it inside me!"

And he did, he exploded inside her, filled her like she'd never been filled before.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Questions

Reader Questions and Answers:

I´be been reading your blog for a few years now, but I didn´t know you were allowed to watch Emily and Matthew having sex. Is that something new?
I do not get to watch them have sex often, probably a dozen times now.

I also wonder if you consider yourself as being somewhere on the transgender spectrum?
Well, I was born a male and spend much of my time as a female, so yes, I'm on the spectrum, somewhere.

Do you and Emily plan on having children someday?
Yes.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Awe



Sometimes I watch him fuck Emily and as he gets close, he slows down, it's like time slows down, and I just stare at his cock going in and out of her, and I'm in awe of him. One stoke like that and I'd explode, two seconds, at most, but for him, he holds off until she's moaning, begging, shaking, then, only then does he finish.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

I endorse!


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Truth



Don't lie, because if you're like me, you'd much rather look like her than fuck her.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Ringing the Bell


"You're sure about this?" my mother-in-law asked my wife as I stood in front of them dressed from head to toe in a French Maid's uniform, complete with classic lingerie-a garter belt, bra, and panty set, white nylons, and make up and wig.

"I...I think so," my wife said hesitating.

"You think so, Emma?" her mother asked.

"I mean...you've been talking to me about feminizing him for a year," Emma said, looking at me, "I thought you'd be pleased."

I blushed, ashamed at that moment I'd let her talk me into this, ashamed to learn how much this was her mother's idea, ashamed at the way I was dressed.

"Emma, I am pleased, don't mistake my hesitation for displeasure. I want to make sure you're pleased, too. Feminizing a husband isn't something to be taken lightly, it isn't something to do half-hearted. Once you feminize him, you'll never look at him again and see a man. Never. Even if he wears a man's things, you'll picture him like this. I guess I'm saying this isn't a bell that can be unrung."

"I...I think I rung the bell, mother."

Her mother smiled, looked me over from head to toe. "I suppose you have, dear," she said, "I suppose you have."

"He...he looks prettier than I imagined he would."

"He was never that masculine to begin with, dear," my mother-in-law chuckled. She saw me blush, looked at me. "You doubt me?" she demanded.

"N...no," I stammered, surprised at her tone.

"Ma'am...no, Ma'am," she snapped.

"No, Ma'am," I said without thinking.

"I'm not sure he's happy about this, mother," my wife said, echoing my words to her.

"Yet he let you dress him just the same, Emma, that's what matters. Frankly, I don't care if he likes it or not, that he accepts it is what matters. What about his thing?" she asked.

"His thing?" my wife asked.

"His penis, dear, what about his penis."

"Oh," my wife blushed. "We...I...he's wearing it," she said, "he wasn't happy about that, either."

My mother-in-law snorted. "I imagine he wasn't, they usually aren't at first, though they come to accept it. It's locked?"

"Yes," my wife answered.

"Show me," my mother-in-law demanded.

"Sh...show you?" I said, dumbfounded.

"Show me, girl, lift your skirts, let me see."

"I...but I..."

"Don't think I won't take you over my knee, girl," my mother-in-law said in an icy voice, "I won't tolerate backtalk from a sissy."

I looked from her to Emma, saw my wife's embarrassment, but knew she'd never cross her mother. She didn't, instead looked at me, nodded every so slightly, asked me with her eyes to do as her mother asked. 

"Emma," I said softly.

"Please," my wife replied, "just...just do as she asks."

I looked at my mother-in-law, she was still glaring at me, waiting. Reluctantly, I reached for the hem of the maid's dress, lifted it and the petticoats up to my waist, exposing the tops of my stockings, the smooth bare skin of my thighs, the garter straps. And the sheer black panties through which the locked, pink cage was clearly visible.

"I'm pleased," she said to Emma, "very pleased. You've put the key away?"

"No, it...it's here," Emma said taking the key from her pocket. "I..."

"What?" her mother asked. 

"I...I wanted you to hold it," she said.

"Me?" my mother-in-law said in surprise, the same surprise I had.

"I...I'm afraid," my wife said.

"Afraid of what? That he'll find it?"

"No," my wife said, "afraid...afraid I'll...I'm afraid I'll unlock it the second he asks."

My mother-in-law smiled. "You might at first...so you want me to hold it?"

My wife nodded. "I...if...if you would?"

"Of course I would," she said, "but only in my way, dear."

"Which...which is?" Emma asked.

"We've discussed my thoughts on this subject, no?"

"S...some," Emma said.

"He's locked because sissies should NEVER be permitted to masturbate," my mother-in-law said, "never. It's bad enough men do it, but that's tolerable, excusable, but never for a sissy." She looked at me as she said this, accusation in her voice.

"I...I don't..."

"Shush," she hissed. "Of course you do. Well, did. Because you won't now. That will stay locked until I decide it's time to be unlocked."

"Mother..."

"You know my thoughts, Emma, erections are for men; personally, I think that should be permanent, there's really no need for a sissy to ever be allowed to become erect."

"Mother," Emma said gently, "I promised him..."

"I presumed, Emma," she said, "so it's not permanent...yet...but if you want me to hold the key, he'll be released only when I think it best, are we clear?"

"How often?" Emma asked, knowing it was the question foremost on my mind.

"Certainly never less than a month," she said.

"A...a month," I gasped.

"Never less than a month," my mother-in-law smiled. "Never. Two is better, three even more so."

"Three," I said, voice cracking.

"If you behave," she said, "something I suspect you'll struggle with at first."

It dawned on me at that moment I may have made a mistake in agreeing to this, may have been foolish in believing I could control this even in the smallest amount. But something else inside me rebelled against that, the part of me that was making my penis throb in the cage, the same part of me that was actually excited at what was happening, even if most of me was aghast.

"The bell has been rung," my mother-in-law said, taking the key from my wife, "the bell has been rung."



Dominance


Matthew lives it, breaths it, shows it every time he sees her, especially when he can do it in front of me.

That's when it's hottest for him, hottest for Emily, too.

He knows she doesn't submit in life, knows that part of her is something few get to experience. Knows he's one of those few.

Knows he can get away with ordering her to undress, stand before him naked while her sissy husband sits quietly in the corner. Knows he can roughly grab her, bend her over a table, hold her hands behind her back, and spank her.

Knows he can grab her by the pussy, touch her in a way no man should touch a woman, like she's a possession, not a strong, independent woman.

Knows doing what if any other man tried, if her sissy husband tried, would be met with screams, will with him be met with moans and a wet pussy.

He knows she could never live this way day after day, but that she treasures her hours with him, when she can let go, when she can be his slut, his whore.

Risque


Sure it's a bit risque, after all, it's a slip, not a slip dress, but he likes your wife to dress like a whore.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Test



"Condoms? Oh, didn't I tell you, the tests all came back negative so I won't be using condoms with him anymore."

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.