Thursday, April 24, 2014


What are you going to do, presented with the choice?

For a man, there is no decision; 

He approaches the wall;

He closes his eyes;

And he enjoys her moist, practiced mouth.

Think you're a man?

What's that feeling?

The weakness in your knees; 

The urge to turn to the right, not the left;

The desire to serve, not be serviced.

The hunger.

The need.

The saliva forming in your mouth.

You pretend to be a man;

You pretend to want a woman;

You pretend to be straight;

You pretend so many things.

But in the end, you're just like her;

On your knees, mouth open;


Hungry for cock.

Adapted from, and all credit to Sissy Humiliation: Whatcha Gonna Do?:

Emily is always in such a good mood after she gets a massage (she has one tonight); I wonder why?

Was I a good girl? Why don't you open your mouth and find out.


Almost shy, she held her panties out to me with one hand, the other, for modesty's sake, covering herself. "I...I'm sorry, he...he didn't use're kind of," she paused, swallowed, "messy."

I stared at the black lace, thought back several hours when I helped her into them, when I gently pulled the thong between her cheeks. I felt pressure in my groin as I swelled in the pink chastity cage, my constant companion for the last month. "Jessica," I practically shuddered seeing the liquid, the drop form and start to fall. "That...that's his...?"

"Yes," she swallowed again.

"I..." What could I say, presented with the reality of a thousand fantasies.

"Hurry," she held them out. "Panties first. Then..." She lowered her voice to a whisper, a desperate need, a longing desire. "Then me."

POV - Cuckold Style

Enjoy the view? I bet you'll enjoy the taste even more.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


Emily: Looks like you're 'still a girl' and, good or bad, I have discovered what a real penis, er, cock, is like.

Me: You say that like those are bad things.

Emily: Bad? Oh, no, love, I think it's a great thing. Both of them.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Don't bother waiting up, sissy, I'll be home late tonight.


"What do you think, baby," she asked her husband.

"That...that's awfully risqué," he stammered, staring wide-eyed.

"I was worried, I don't want to give him the wrong impression," she posed.

"The wrong impression?"

"You know, that I'm a 'good girl' or anything like that, I want it to be clear to him. Clear that I'm..."

"That you're," he swallowed.


Saturday, April 12, 2014

Gym Class

Showers were mandatory in gym class at my school and this picture pretty much sums up the humiliation I faced every single day.

Friday, April 11, 2014

"Trust me, love, sex is sooooo much better when your sissy clit is safely tucked away."

Date Night (2)

Emily and I have a date night planned tonight and I can't wait!

Watching her get dressed this morning, I couldn't help but stare at her long, nylon covered legs as she buttoned her silk blouse.

"You," I said.

"Hmmm," she smiled. "I thought you'd want me to wear a skirt."

"You know me too well," I laughed.

"I remember two things tonight."


"First, I'm all yours tonight, yours, just yours."


"When we get home, I don't care how much you beg, I'm not unlocking you. In fact, the key isn't even here, just to avoid temptation."

I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

2 of 3

As in only two of the three people in this picture will be having orgasms tonight. The third, after being teased endlessly, after watching the other two cum again and again, will be firmly locked back in her chastity cage.


Emily saw me staring at her this morning as she got dressed, knew what I was thinking, paused and stared at me, smiled.

"What," I swallowed as things tightened under my lingerie.

"The longer you're locked up, the worse you want it, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, looked down, knew better than to beg.

"It's so ironic, sweeite," she said.

"What is," I asked.

"The longer it's been, the worse you want it...the more excited I get keeping you locked up."

Friday, April 4, 2014


"Get the cage, sissy, now."

"Mistress, please, no, I...I...please.

"I warned you, didn't I? One more erection and it was going on. For good."

"I...I tried, please."

"I'm sure you did, but it doesn't matter, does it, for that," she pointed, "is unacceptable. Ever."

Date Night

"We need a date night," Emily told me this morning as she sat back on the bed, pulled a stocking up her leg.

"I...I'm not going to argue," I answered.

"I was thinking next Friday, if you don't have anything going on."

"Oh," I answered softly.

"What," she asked, but she knew. Obviously. I answered anyway.

"I...I thought you meant tonight," I said looking down her stocking covered legs.


"You...I know."

"Silly, I told you, I'm sure, some of us are going out for drinks after work to that new bar downtown." The bar written up in the alternative weekly as the city's newest 'it' place, the newest pickup spot.

"You not going to..."

"Honey, no. NO. I'd talk to you about that first, you know that. I mean I might meet some cute guy but I'm not fucking him. Not tonight."


"You're so adorable when you start thinking about it, though."

"Em, I..."

"Thinking about your naughty wife."

"Ohhhhh," I moaned.

"Getting hit on, teasing, wondering what each guy would feel like inside me."

"Not tonight," I  said, almost begging, but not sure begging which way.

"Not tonight, love, not tonight. But you know I want to. And I know you want me to, too."



Differences:  A man gets excited peeling a woman’s stockings off; a sissy gets excited helping her put them on.
So, so true! I'd much, much rather help Emily put her stockings on than help her take them off. Especially if she's getting dressed to go out without me.

What's that saying? A happy wife makes for a happy life?

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Even as you lick her clean, even as you suck every last drop of his cum from your wife, as good as it feels, she still can't stop staring at his cock and wanting more.


"Well," my wife asked, staring at me.

"I...I don't know, I guess I feel," I swallowed, afraid to say it. "Feminine."

"Amazing what breast forms can do, isn't it? Oh, and hiding that," she pointed at my crotch. "Not that it was every all that much to brag about."