Friday, March 28, 2014

Tuesday, March 25, 2014


We were in the basement, the three of us, Kelly, my wife, bent over the table, knowing both of us were staring at her, knowing the reaction she would get.

He finally looked away from my wife's ass, looked at me. I nodded, lowered my eyes, a symbolically submissive gesture, and he knew then we were not kidding. She was his if he wanted her and it was obvious he did.

"I was going to make a joke, Kelly," he said to my wife as he spread his legs in an equally dominant gesture.

"What's that," she looked over her shoulder, saw the two of us.

"I was going to say instead of playing for cash maybe he and I should play for you."

"You shouldn't tease a girl," she smiled at him.

"And you shouldn't tease a man," he threw back.

"I'm not teasing, Ryan," she said, suddenly serious.

"Neither am I," he responded, looked at me with a 'what about him' look.

Kelly looked over to me. "Hon, why don't you go get things ready upstairs for us," she said softly, "okay?"

If you don't like it, honey, why is your little penis so hard?

Hours and hours and hours

How long will I struggle to rub my sissy clit against the crotch strap while I listen to my wife and her lover across the room, all in a futile attempt to cum?

The thought is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

"The Sharing Song"

It's always more fun
To share with everyone
It's always more fun
To share with everyone
If you have two
Give one to your friend
If you have three
Give one to your friend and me
It's always more fun
To share with everyone
It's always more fun
To share with everyone
If you've got one
Here is something you can learn
You can still share

Just by taking turns

Saturday, March 22, 2014


"You like this, don't you," Emily said, watching me watch her in the candlelight. "You like watching me touch myself?"

"Yes," I said softly, afraid even to speak.

"Is it your favorite thing? Or would your rather lick me instead, taste me?"

"I…I don't know," I blushed. "It…it's different."

She inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttered, her body shook. "I love your tongue, Sara, love feeling you taste me, love thinking about it…my pretty little sissy making love to me…like a girl."

It was my turn to sigh, wishing I was free, wishing I was unlocked, wishing, wishing. "Em…"

"But that's not what I'm thinking about now," she managed to spit out before she started shaking harder.

"What," I asked, but I knew, I knew.

"I want to do it again," she said, rubbing still.

"But he…"

"I know, not him…"

"Who," I asked; she hadn't mentioned anyone, anything.

"I don't know, there's no one, but…"


"I…I like…I liked it so much, and…"

"Yes," I knew what she meant, what she wanted to say, but she said it anyway.

"And so did you." She orgasmed again, shook, over and over. "I want to again…."

"Yes," I said softly, "yes, yes, yes."

After, we cuddled, she hesitated, "Sara?"

"Yes," I asked.

"I...I want to...I don't have to...and if you don't want..."



"Don't say, Emily, know I want to, too."

"I like him...Jeff...he was so..."

"Alpha," I suggested.

She laughed. "Yea...I was going to say dominant, but I suppose it's one in the same."

"Know the difference between you and Jeff," she whispered in my ear. "Jeff wanted to get into my panties but in a very different way than you."

"But he..."

"I know...he's right, but not right," she said, "but someone like him...strong, secure...unthreatened by you."

"Evan was..."

"Too far away," she said, laughed. "Maybe we'll never find the right one, but...I want to keep an open mind...if you do..."

I did, I do, I always have.


Many people may not understand it, understand me, understand us, but I do. It's strange, but it is. So confusing, but it is.

"Have you...met someone," I asked, thinking about the last time she was out with friends, Wednesday night."

"No. I mean, there were some guys there, but no, no one special. I just want to be, I don't know, I want to have talked about it if I do. If I did."


"We'd still talk about it, but I just wanted to talk about it first."

"Yes," I said again. "Yes."

Wonder if I should put this on my list of birthday gift ideas for Emily?

Friday, March 21, 2014

Hourly Inspection

If, by chance, you let your sissy clean house free from her chastity cage, it's important to constantly monitor her for erections, for an erect clit is often the downfall of a sissy.

Remember, sissy, keep it soft or it gets kept in chastity.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014


Reason No. 24 why a sissy should never be uncaged

Wait, you mean all boys didn't learn to do this when they were young?

I certainly did!

Someday, love, you're doing this with the real thing

Just so you know, there is a method of birth control that's 100 percent effective.

Why an open bottom corselett?

Unlike a plain garter belt, this garment does three things very well:
1. It enhances his bust, especially if you want him to wear breast forms.
2. It gives him subtle, feminine curves.
3. Most important, it controls, minimizes, and even hides his boy clit.
As with any open bottom foundation garment, stockings are required to hold the bottom of the garment in place. But then, a properly dressed sissy always wears hosiery.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Ever wonder why your always seem to get your wife's voice mail when she meets with that one client?

Party Favorite

"No, go ahead girls, do whatever you want to him, that's what he's there for."

Are you one of them?

I'm not, I've been professional fitted, have you?

Panty Girdle

"But...but that's for girls," I said to my aunt when she took the panty girdle out of her drawer and held it out to me. I was seven at the time, and while I'd worn lingerie before, this was different, my mother was at my aunt's house too.

"Yes," she said, "and for controlling naughty little boys."

"But...but Aunt Betty," I swallowed, looked to the bedroom door.

"Come now, you think she doesn't know what we do?" My eyes went wide, I'd always assumed this was our secret. "Come out when you're dressed, she wants to see."

I swallowed, took the garment from her, reluctantly pulled it up my legs, shaking as I did. "There," my aunt said, "so much better. Now, let's go show her, shall we."

I've kind of had a thing for panty girdles ever since that day.

My favorite thing ever

Some men see this as a means to and end, but I'm a sissy, I see this as the final destination, the thing that makes her happiest, so makes me the happiest, too.


Source | Accept-Yourself

Go on, try to remember the last time you felt masculine; what's it been? Days, months, years? Or decades?

"Come lick me clean, sissy," she whispered when she got home, "come lick every last drop."

Tuesday, March 11, 2014


"Well," she asked her husband when he stepped out of the bathroom and showed her what he was wearing.

"'s cute, but..."

"But," she raised an eyebrow.

"I can't even feel my penis," he stammered, "it's like I don't even have one."

She smiled, crossed her arms. "That's kind of the whole point, isn't it." she said.

Lisca Classic

The Classic Range from Lisca, described as "timeless lingerie, which accentuates or hides curves, smoothes out irregularities and shapes the body. Corrective and functional models from natural or firmer, yet still comfortably fitting materials may be chosen in classic white, black and tan colours."

To me, it's a reminder that no matter his shape or size, any man can be feminized by the right woman with the right attitude and the right lingerie.