Saturday, March 14, 2015

A Sissy for my Husband

I am a woman with a serious problem.  I have a condition that makes it very painful for me to have sex.  But I am married to a handsome man who I love very much.  To make matters worse, he has an enormous cock which makes having sex almost impossible for me.  He has tried to be patient and understanding with me, but he is a man, with a man's needs.

I was worried that my marriage would fall apart if I couldn't solve this problem.  I didn't want my husband taking up with a mistress.  I considered letting him see prostitutes but that seemed wrong on several levels.  Then a friend suggested that I consider getting a sissy to service my husband's needs.  I didn't know what she was talking about until she showed me this blog.  I had no idea that there were services, like Ms. Trainer's Academy, that are able to create -- and sell -- submissive sissies!  This seemed like a perfect solution to me.  I hated the idea of my husband being with another woman -- but it would be OK with me if he wanted to fuck a little feminized sissy.

When I first suggested this to my husband, he didn't like the idea at all.  He said that fucking a sissy would be "gay."  But then I showed him some of the pictures on this blog -- dozens of pictures of beautiful, sexy submissive sissies.  Not surprisingly, my husband gradually became more receptive to the idea.

Well, last month, the sissy I had ordered was finally delivered (the wait list is over a year!).  And our life has never been happier.  My dear husband gets to fuck his little sissy whenever and however he wants -- twice a day, sometimes three times a day.  It must be unbearable for the poor little sissy since my husband's dick is so huge. His poor little "sissy pussy" must scream with pain every time my husband attacks him.  Oh well.  I'm sure I don't care.

And here's the added bonus!  When my husband isn't fucking the little sissy whore's brains out, the little bitch is mine to do with whatever I want.  I simply love having a little sissy housemaid to do all the cleaning and cooking that I'm supposed to be doing.  I now have so much more free time to spend with my girlfriends while my husband is at work.

My husband and I have never been closer.  We are both happier knowing that his needs are being taken care of under our roof.

Thank you, Ms. Trainer, for saving our marriage.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Tammy -- My Weekend Sissy

I love having a sissy husband.  He is so attentive and loving -- and completely docile and obedient. All he cares about is my happiness.  I never have to worry about what he wants or needs -- in my house, my wants and needs are all that matter.

But the best part of being married to a sissy is the weekends!  Every weekend, hubby leaves his stupid boy clothes behind and he becomes my sexy girlfriend Tammy.  He is totally convincing when dressed as a girl.  I keep him on a very strict diet so his body looks delicate and feminine.  His long legs are soft and shapely. And of course I insist that he keeps his entire body completely hair free.

Today is Friday and I have been waiting for him to get home from work so that we can get ready for our weekend adventures.  Of course I have already picked out the outfits he will wear.  He takes a quick shower and rubs a perfumed body lotion all over his soft, smooth legs.  I help him squeeze into the tight, tight girdle that I make him wear.  Then I adjust the padding for his boobs and his hips -- and voila!  Suddenly my girlfriend Tammy has curves in all the right places.   I sit him down at my vanity and do his make-up -- smoky sexy eye shadow, fun fake eyelashes, deep red lipstick.  I pin a long, wavy, auburn wig on him and spray him with a heavy dose of Chanel #5. Then I help him into the tight sweater and skirt I have picked out for him tonight and then strap on the sexy red shoes I want him to wear.

My Tammy looks so pretty, so sexy!  We grab our purses and get into the car.

"Where are we going tonight?" my Tammy asks in his soft, girlish voice.

"We're going back to Club Vibe," I reply.  "I thought you would enjoy that since we had so much fun there last Friday."

Tammy suddenly goes pale knowing that we were returning to Club Vibe.  You see, we had a pretty wild time there last weekend.

Last Friday we arrived at the club around 9:30, just as things were getting busy. Some guys started buying us drinks and flirting with us.  I know Tammy doesn't like it when I flirt with other guys.  And he hates it when men hit on him. But that's exactly what always happens when we go out together.  I love when guys stare at Tammy's big fake boobs.  Poor Tammy is so uncomfortable with all the masculine attention he attracts. But he knows that I expect him to to behave like a sexy, hot chick, and that's exactly what he does.

Anyway, last Friday, we met a couple of guys -- businessmen -- at the bar and we talked with them and let them buy us a few drinks. They we really good looking - tall and muscular.  After a while they asked us to dance. Once they were out on the dance floor, Tammy and her guy started making out!  Tammy's man was hugging him tightly while they frenched, Tammy's fake boobs pressed hard against the man's muscular chest. And his hands were all over my sissy -- especially his padded ass! I was enjoying really enjoying watching this show but I tore my gaze away so I could start making out with my guy.  I sure hoped that Tammy wasn't too busy with his stud to notice the action I was getting.

After a lot more drinks and a lot more kissing and groping, it was getting late so I asked the guys to drive us back to our hotel. They called for a limo and off we went. In the backseat of the limo, Tammy and I both went down on our new boyfriends.  I know that Tammy hates sucking cock.  And when the dick in Tammy's mouth started cumming, I thought Tammy was going to die from disgust.  But he swallowed every drop and licked his man's dick clean, just like I taught him.

We said our good-byes to our two very happy new boyfriends and went up to our hotel room.  I was so turned on by everything we did that I made Tammy go down on me for like an hour!

And that was just Friday night!  I haven't even told you about the rest of the weekend.

 I wonder if Tammy and I will see our boyfriends from last week at Club Vibe tonight?

Sunday, January 11, 2015

3 Million Page Views! Time to Celebrate with a Sissy Party!

"Now, Sissy," I said very sternly, "I want you to smile.  I know you are nervous about tonight, but I promise, you look lovely!  Everyone will be so impressed by what a pretty sissy you have become."

"But, Mistress, PLEASE!  Please don't make me go in there!" Sissy Sally begged.  I slapped him hard across the face and warned him that he better behave -- OR ELSE.

Sissy Sally had been coming to me for the past two years.  Sally -- or Steve has he was usually called -- would give excuses to his wife about "business trips" and "working late" to make time to visit me every two or three weeks.  Sally was totally addicted to my abilities -- not only my ability to transform his appearance to become a lovely sissy lady but also my ability to discipline and instruct him.  He was a true sissy, in desperate need of a strong Mistress like me to feminize and completely control him.

"You were so excited about getting all prettied up and going out to a fancy party with me tonight.  You lied to your wife about being away on business overnight.  You spent hours in my salon chair letting me get your hair and make-up just right.  You were shaking with excitement when I laced you into your tight corset and gave you this pretty pink dress to wear.  So why don't you want to go through with it Sally?  What's the matter, little Sissy?

"Because...because," he stammered.  "Because this is MY HOUSE!"  Tears started to well up in his eyes.

"Of course it is, Sissy," I replied.  "Oh, did I forget to tell you that the big sissy party we were going to tonight was at your house?" I taunted him with feigned surprise.  "Did I forget to tell you that your wife has known for the past year that you've been lying to her about all those business trips and that you've really been coming to my 'salon'?  Did I forget to tell you that she knows all about what a sissy you are and how much it disgusts her?"

"NO! NO! NO!" the Sissy screamed.  "This can't be happening!  This can't be true!"

I slapped the Sissy again, much harder this time.  I hated to mess his make-up but this behavior was unacceptable.

"Just stop it!" I commanded through gritted teeth.  "You are not going to ruin this party.  Your wife and I have gone to a lot of trouble to make tonight very, very special.  All your friends are here, your colleagues from work, your neighbors."  I checked my watch.  "Right about now your wife is finishing explaining to everyone what you are a sissy you are.  A slide show of all those photos I've taken of you in little sissy outfits is playing on your big screen TV.  It is already too late.  Everyone already knows that you are a pathetic, feminized, weak-willed little sissy fairy and everybody is looking forward to seeing you in all your sissy glory -- in person -- tonight."

"Oh, and best of all," I continued, "Your wife's boyfriend is inside."  Sissy Sally looked stunned.  "Oh yes.  Your wife has been keeping secrets from you too, it appears.  You already know him.  His name is Mr. Jensen."

"Bruce Jensen!?!" Sissy Sally asked with horror. "My boss!?!"

That earned Sissy Sally another slap across the face.  "It will be MISTER Jensen to you, from now on."

"I am commanding you to get your shit together right now, stop your blubbering and start smiling. You are going to march through the front door.  You are going to greet each and every guest with a dainty curtsey and you will refer to yourself only as Sissy Sally."

I continued, "And when you have finished greeting everyone, you will march into the kitchen, tie on the frilly apron your wife has put out for you and you will get busy serving cocktails and passing around the hors d'oeurvres.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Defeated and bracing himself for what lay ahead of him, Sissy Sally meekly nodded 'yes' and walked up the steps to the front door.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

A Sissy Every Weekend -- Part 8. Out to Brunch

When I came downstairs in the morning, everyone was already up but still dressed in their nightgowns.  "I understand that you and Caroline are going to out brunch this morning," Mother said as she sipped her coffee.  "At the Hilton.  They have a very lovely brunch."

The twins were eating breakfast.  "Wow!  A second date just 12 hours after the first date.  That must be some sort of record!" The twins started giggling at that.  Even Mother and Aunt Jenny struggled to suppress a bit of a laugh at the joke.  I tried not to let it bother me.   

"Don't pick on Tiffany," Caroline said, coming to my rescue. "She only doing this as a favor to me."

"Well, let's get you girls dressed," Aunt Jenny said.  Caroline and I followed Aunt Jenny upstairs and into her walk-in closet.  "What would be good for a fancy brunch...?" she thought out loud.  She suggest a two-piece outfit for Caroline. For me, she picked out a blue dress with orange trim. It was brand new and still had the tags on it.  "Tiff, I think this will look great on you. And I have a purse and shoes to go with it.  Now you two need to hurry up and get ready.  I'll drive you downtown in 45 minutes," she said.
Caroline and I went back to our bedroom where we quickly showered and got ourselves ready.  As I slipped on my bra and placed the little falsies into the cups it struck me what I was doing. It was just as the twins said.  I was going on a second date -- with a boy.  And here I was rushing to make myself look pretty -- borrowing a fancy dress and shoes, doing my hair, putting on make-up and perfume -- all things a girls does to make herself attractive to men.  I started getting upset as I sat there at the vanity wearing just my bra and panties.  Caroline came over and slid onto the vanity stool next to me.  "Don't worry, Tiffy.  You'll do just fine today."
"It's just that...that..." I stammered.

"What, Sweetie?"

"It's just that this is all wrong.  I shouldn't be getting all dressed up to be out with a boy!"

"Oh, Tiffy, don't think about it like that.  We're just going out to have some fun.  We will have a delicious brunch at a fancy hotel and then we'll come home.  And we're doing it together -- you and me -- because we're best friends.  BFFs!  Now we really do need to hurry.  We have to leave in about 10 minutes."

Caroline's pep talk settled me down a bit.  As I finished doing my make-up I thought about what happened last night in the bedroom -- and how I hoped it would happen again.

"Come on, girls!" Aunt Jenny shouted up the stairs.  "Time to go."

When Caroline and I came down the stairs, the twins and the moms told us we both looked gorgeous.  That made me feel good.  Mother insisted on taking photos before we piled into Aunt Jenny's car and in 20 minutes we were at the Hilton.  On the drive over, I kept thinking about how Caroline had "shown her appreciation" last night in my bed.  But I was also thinking about Mark and how it was sort of exciting to be seeing him again. All of these feelings were swirling around in my head. It sort of made me feel dizzy.

Aunt Jenny dropped us at the Hilton and we went in.  Mark, Robert and Robert's parents were already in the restaurant.  Caroline introduced me to Robert's parents and Mark gave me a little hug and kiss.  I'm sure my face turned bright red when he did that.  We sat down and started looking at the menu.  Everybody ordered Bloody Mary's, so I ordered one too.  I guess they don't ask for ID at fancy restaurants like this.

I was feeling pretty nervous but I started to relax a bit after a few sips of my Bloody Mary.  As we were all chatting, I felt Mark's hand on my thigh under the table.  I didn't know what to do.  I sort of wanted to pull away but I thought that might be rude or make him suspicious. So I just let him keep feeling my soft, stockinged leg under the table.

As we chatted, Robert's father said, "Well, girls, has Mark told you the big news?  Mark is going to work at my law firm this summer.  So he'll be living with us right here starting in June."

I was speechless, but Caroline jumped in.  "Really!?!  That's terrific news!  Isn't it Tiffany?"  I nodded and managed a feeble "yes."

Caroline continued, "This will be great.  Then the four of us can go out together all the time -- all summer long!"  Mark gave me a big smile.  

I could see that Caroline was thinking about something and then she spoke up again.  "Well we have big news too!  Tiffany is going to work at my mom's shop this summer and she'll be staying at my house all summer."  None of this was true -- or at least it was all news to me.  But I certainly couldn't start arguing with her right then and there.

I managed to get through brunch.  After two Bloody Mary's I was feeling a little tipsy.  Conversation was pleasant and Robert's hands rarely moved off my thigh for the entire meal.  Robert's mother at one point told me that I was "very beautiful" and that was going to phone Mark's mother as soon as she got home to tell her what a "pretty and delightful" girl Mark was seeing.  When she said that I felt Caroline's hand on my other leg, giving my thigh a little squeeze.  "Oh God!" I thought at that moment.  "I have Caroline's hand on my left thigh and Robert's hand on my right.  What if their hands touch!"  I reflexively spread my knees apart to keep their hands from touching -- but then I realized that Mark might interpret this as some kind of invitation, so I quickly snapped my legs together again.  Anyway, Caroline moved her hand before there was any sort of contact between the two of them.

"Why don't you kids go for a walk around the area while we finish our coffees and pay the bill," Robert's mother suggested.  The four of us went outside and walked around the downtown.  Mark took my hand as we walked along looking at the various store windows that we passed.  Caroline and Robert walked right behind us.  I felt very self conscious knowing that Caroline was seeing me holding hands with a boy. It felt strange but also sort of nice to walk hand-in-hand with this big handsome young man.

We turned down a little brick path that ran between two buildings,  It was fairly secluded.  Mark suggested that we sit on one of the benches. We sat down and Mark put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him.  Caroline and Robert sat on a bench directly across from us.  Then Caroline and Robert started making out.  I looked up at Mark and knew that that is what he wanted to do too.  And so we did.  Mark wrapped both arms around me and we started really going at it.  I put my arms around him too.  At one point I found myself sitting on his lap as he aggressively french kissed me.  His hands started playing with my little fake boobs.  I made him stop because I was afraid that one of my falsies might fall out!
"I guess we should head back to the hotel," I heard Caroline say.  I pulled myself away from Mark and saw that Caroline and Robert were already on their feet watching our little make-out show.

By the time we got back to the hotel Aunt Jenny was already there to pick us up.  We thanked Robert's parents and said our good-byes to Robert and Mark -- demurely this time as we had an audience.

Caroline was very animated on the drive back home, telling her mother every detail of the brunch (except the making out part).  I barely said two words as the experience of the last couple of hours -- and last night -- had left me confused and exhausted.

Where would all this end?  What would the summer hold?  How will Tiffany keep his secret safe from his new "boyfriend"?  And what about Caroline and Tiffany's new intimacy?  

There is much more of the story to be told. Please let me know if you would like me to write more chapters.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

A Sissy every Weekend -- Part 7. After the Dance

Caroline followed me back to the bedroom.  She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I teased you like that," she said.  "I really do appreciate what you did for me tonight.  And I would like to show you how grateful I am."

I had no idea what she was suggesting.

"Now take off your dress and put on your nightie and I will be back in a minute."  Caroline disappeared into the bathroom.

I forced myself to stop crying and dried my eyes with a tissue.  I stripped off the pretty dress, the stockings and the bra and panties I had worn to the dance and slipped on my pink nightgown.  Caroline emerged from the bathroom wearing only her bra and panties and carrying a bottle of lotion and a small towel.  "Now I want you to just lie back and relax," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed.  She looked so beautiful wearing just her underwear.  I tried not to stare but I couldn't help it.

As I laid back, Caroline lifted the bottom of my nightgown.  She squeezed some lotion onto her palm and began to gently stroke my little penis.  I had never felt anything like this before.  Here was the girl I loved so much, wearing only her bra and panties, giving me a hand-job!  My little penis instantly became erect.  As Caroline stroked me I tried not to think about how much different I must be than her boyfriend Robert.  Robert was big and strong and masculine; I as dainty and feminine, my skin was soft and my cock was tiny.

I couldn't believe this was really happening.

Caroline stopped pumping for a moment.  "Now don't make any noise, Sweetie.  We can't let anyone know what we are doing.  Do you promise to be quiet?"  I quickly nodded in agreement.  Caroline resumed playing with my cock with her soft, lotion-covered hands.

"Does that feel good, Tiffany?" Caroline whispered into my ear as she continued to pump my little penis.  "Ohhhh, yes," was all I managed to reply.

And then I started cumming.  My little cock just exploded, spurting and spurting, over and over.  Caroline smiled down at me while I orgasmed.  "Well," Caroline said.  "It looks like someone really enjoyed that!"  She kissed me on the forehead and went into the bathroom to wash her hands.

When Caroline returned she again at on the edge of my bed.  "You really were wonderful to go to the dance with me tonight."  She stroked the my cheek with her soft fingers.  "Now get some sleep."

She moved to her bed. "Oh, by the way.  Robert's parents have invited you, me and Mark out for brunch tomorrow morning.  I already said that we are going. It will be fun and I know Mark will enjoy seeing you again.  And if it all goes well, who knows, maybe I'll be able to show you how grateful I am again."  With that Caroline turned off the light and climbed under her covers.

Caroline was completely manipulating me.  She knew she had me under her spell and I was powerless to resist.  Tomorrow I would be out again -- with a boy who thought I was really a girl.

I struggled to fall asleep, but when I did, I had dreams about Caroline -- and Mark.

Monday, November 24, 2014

A Sissy Every Weekend -- Part 6 The School Dance Continued

Well, the dance wasn't as awful as I had feared it would be.  In fact, I guess it was sort of fun.

Robert and Caroline and Mark and I arrived at the dance around 8:00.  Caroline's high school gym had been decorated with balloons and streamers and fancy lighting.  We spent the first hour or so chatting with Caroline's friends and their dates.  Everyone was very nice to me and several girls told me that I looked very pretty.  After a while I started to relax.

I relaxed a lot more after taking a few swigs from the flask that Robert had sneaked into the gym.  Caroline drank more than me but it didn't seem to effect her very much.  But just a few sips made me feel a little tipsy.

The band started playing some slow music and Mark asked me to dance.  I knew this was going to happen at some point but I was very nervous.  He took me by the hand and led me out to the middle of the dance floor.  He wrapped his arms around me and we started swaying to the music.  He told me that I was very beautiful and that he was having a great time being with me.  Before I could say anything back, he kissed me!

I was so surprised that I almost fainted when he did that.  I was about to pull away from him but then I realized that being kissed by Mark wasn't so terrible.  I also realized that I enjoyed how it felt being held tightly in his strong arms.  I looked up into Robert's eyes and I let him kiss me again. This time he put his tongue in my mouth!

We danced together for a few more songs.  I could feel that his dick was hard as we danced together -- it felt like his dick must be huge!  I tried not to think about that as I placed my head on his strong shoulder and wrapped my arms around him more tightly.  His hands slid down my dress and he started feeling up my bottom.  It felt strange to be caressed by another boy this way.

The rest of the evening flew by.  The music ended and it was time to go home.  We said our good-byes to Caroline's friends and got back into the car and Mark drove us home.  I let Mark hold my hand as he drove while Caroline and Robert made out in the back seat.

When we got back to Aunt Jenny's house, Caroline and Robert went up the front door to say good night.  I stayed behind in the car to say good night to Mark.  He leaned over and starting kissing me again, really hard and really deep.  I let him.

He made me promise that I would see him again before he unwrapped his strong arms from around my skinny shoulders.  I walked up the steps to Aunt Jenny's house and gave Mark a little wave before he drove off.

When Caroline and I went inside, everyone was still awake and waiting for us.  "How was it?"  "Did you have a good time?"  "How was the band?" Mom and Aunt Jenny and the twins showered us with questions.  Caroline did most of the talking and reported that the night had been really, really fun.

"Well, Tiffany, did you have fun?  And what was Mark like?" Aunt Jenny asked.  The twins were anxious to hear my answer.

"Yes, the dance was pretty fun, I guess.  Mark seemed nice enough," I blandly replied.

"Nice enough!" Caroline replied with a big laugh. "I thought Mark was going to get you pregnant right there on the dance floor!"

That made me so embarrassed that I burst into tears and ran straight up to our bedroom and fell onto my bed, sobbing into my pillow.