Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Sissy Attitude Adjustment

Poor Sissy Millie just couldn't seem to accept what was happening to him. 

Physically, Sissy Millie was a huge success -- his forced transformation from occasional crossdresser to chemically and surgically feminized sissy was nearly perfect.  His face was smooth and beautiful, his body was soft and slender.  His hair was long and full.  And his boobs were...well...incredible.  Just look at them!  I can't resist squeezing them and playing with them!

Everything was perfect except for his attitude.

You see, Sissy Millie continued to insist that he was "a man."  He kept shouting that his name was Simon and he would never be another man's full-time, live-in sissy slave.

This was a real problem for me.  Sissy Millie's new owner was scheduled to take possession of his sissy in just three weeks.  But Sissy Millie's attitude -- his entire mental state -- needed a major adjustment.  And quickly!

I've been through this many times before and I have never failed to break a sissy. Sissy Millie is going to wish he had cooperated with his transformation and succumbed to his new life before it came to this.  He is going to endure punishment beyond his wildest imagination.  Once it begins, he is going to start begging me to stop the torture -- begging to be allowed to embrace his new life as a sissy maid and sex slave.  But I am not going to stop until I know that Simon is gone and only Sissy Millie remains. And if that takes three weeks, well that's OK with me. 

Sissy Millie has been tightly corseted, bound and perched on that little stool all night long, a 12 inch dildo vibrating and pulsing wildly in his sissy pussy.  Morning has finally arrived after a long, painful and sleepless night.  He is terrified and exhausted. But his worst fears about what are about to happen to him are nothing -- NOTHING -- compared to what this final stage of his transformation will be like. We will completely break his will and his soul.

I feel no guilt about the suffering Sissy Millie will soon endure.  This is all his own damn fault.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

A Sissy Nanny -- part 4

In addition to being little Greggie's sissy wet nurse, we decided that Sissy Susie should pump fresh milk for Greg Sr.'s morning coffee.  That's right!  Now every morning when Sissy Susie brings Greg and me our breakfast in bed, there is a little little pitcher of Sissy Susie's warm, creamy sissy milk on the tray.  I'll admit it's an acquired taste, but now my Greg won't drink coffee without it!

Whenever Greg sees Sissy Susie nursing or pumping -- or sometimes both -- Greg can't resist going up to Sissy Susie's face and saying "Mooooooo!"  Tears start to well up in Susie's eyes every time, realizing that he has been reduced to little more than a bizarre combination of a slave and dairy cow.  Little Greggie giggles every time he hears his daddy go, "Mooooooo!"

Last night Greg and I were making love.  As always, Sissy Susie stood silently in the corner, ready to fetch us a drink or some lube or a towel.  The front of his satin blouse was covered with milk stains, which happens every time he watches Greg and me fuck. When we were done, Greg said to me, "Say, after the twins come, how is the Sissy going to feed all the babies? Maybe we need to get him an extra boob!"  We both burst out laughing at that idea.  "Just like in that movie, Total Recall!" I added, barely able to breathe because I was laughing so hard.

Poor little Sissy Susie definitely wasn't laughing.  Tears started to stream down his pretty, made-up face.  Greg looked over at the totally humiliated Sissy Susie, tears and milk spilling uncontrollably out of his feminized body.  "It's like having a fountain in our bedroom," he said.  We collapsed in laughter again.

"You're right," I said.  "It's so romantic having a fountain in our bedroom!  Fuck me again!"  And he did while my sissy husband silently watched.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

A Sissy Nanny -- Part 3

The first time I realized that the lactation hormones I was feeding my Sissy Susie were working was when he started leaking milk!  One night Greg was screaming at Susie for something that he had done wrong, which Greg does very often.  While Susie was standing there, eyes lowered, accepting Greg's abuse, wet stains started to appear on the front of his maid's uniform.  "What the fuck is happening?" Greg yelled at Susie.  "Are you cumming out your tits?"  I thought that was really funny.  Poor Susie was so confused.  He had no idea that I had added the lactation drug to his daily diet of hormones.

We love making Susie leak - it has become a new hobby for Greg and me.  We learned we could make Susie leak just by yelling at him -- or by making him watch while Greg and I get romantic.   

Because we got so much enjoyment from making him leak, I threw out all of Susie's old bras and now only allow him to wear half cup bras that expose his nipples.  I also added a few satin blouses to his wardrobe.  Because of the lactation meds, Sissy Susie's nipples have grown really big and pointy.  And when he wears his new bras and blouses, his nipple are very prominent, sticking out beneath his blouse for for all to see.  And when he leaks, the satin blouses really show off the dark, wet stains.

Like I said, Greg and I have learned to make Susie leak whenever we want.  All Greg has to do is to start shouting at Susie and, voila, the milk starts flowing.  We can be out shopping and Greg will get into Susie's face and start shouting at him about how pathetic and stupid he is.  Then the dark, wet stains start to form on his blouse.  He usually starts crying at the embarrassment of leaking in public as well as the reminder that he even lacks control over his own sissified body.

Susie's boobs also start squirting every time he watches us get romantic.  We have always made Susie be our "attendant' while we make love.  He stands silently in the corner of our room while Greg and I get it on.  That way Susie is always ready to do whatever we need -- fetching us a drink or cleaning up our wet messes.   But nowadays while watching Greg fuck me, we get the added fun of watching Susie's boobs start squirting uncontrollably.  It must be humiliating beyond all imagination for Sissy Susie, his own body betraying him while watching his own wife get wildly fucked by a real man.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

A Sissy Nanny -- Part 2

Turning your ex husband into a full time Sissy Nanny is so rewarding.  You get to have all the fun of becoming a Mommy without having to do any of the work!  That's what Sissy Nannies are for.  Plus you get to enjoy watching your pathetic ex-husband work himself to exhaustion caring for the baby that your lover fathered.  It doesn't get any better than that!  Or does it?

There have been amazing advances in medicine recently.  Did you know that there are now drugs that encourage lactation?  It's true.  That means your Sissy Nanny can breast feed your baby!  You can create your own Sissy Wet Nurse!

When I learned about this, I was so excited!  I wanted to have my sissy ex-husband breastfeed my lover's child.  I called Ms. Trainer and she directed me to a doctor who would prescribe the meds.

It takes a little while, but after a few weeks of pumping your sissy full of these hormones, his breasts will start to balloon -- and voila!  Before you know it your confused little sissy will start leaking milk, having no idea what you have just done to him.  My Sissy Susie started sobbing when I explained he was now a wet nurse.  I punished him severely for that and reminded him, "There's no point crying over spilled milk!"  That joke still makes me laugh.

Anyway, it took a little coaching, but Nanny Susie (that's what we call him now) soon got the hang of breastfeeding. It turns out that my strong little Greggie Jr. has quite the appetite.  It seems like he is forever latched onto Nanny Susie's boobs, sucking away, day and night.  Greggie Jr.'s feedings leave Sissy Susie's nipples so red and raw and sore. Poor little Nanny Susie!  Just kidding.  I don't give a shit.

Doesn't little Greggie Jr. look cute in this picture?  He simply attacks those breasts when he's hungry. I can tell Greggie is going to grow into a real man, just like his father.   And just look at how huge Nanny Susie's tits are in this photo.  And I swear they are still getting bigger!

And here's a photo I took of Greggie nursing when we were on vacation in Florida.  Greg Sr. and I had such fun, playing golf, riding jet skis, dining out, going to clubs.  Nanny Susie kept busy taking care of my baby.  Here are the two of them by the pool.  I love making Nanny Susie nurse in public. Nanny Sissy looks so tired in this photo, doesn't he?  I guess that's because a Sissy Nanny's work is never done. And don't forget, just because your sissy is caring for and breastfeeding your baby, there is absolutely no reason that you and your lover can't still enjoy what's important -- like having your sissy serve you breakfast in bed each morning and all the other services your sissy performed before you had a baby.

Last night, after Nanny Susie had put Greggie to bed, cleaned up the dinner dishes and finished all his other evening chores, Greg Sr. and I shared some marvelous news with him.  I'm pregnant again!  And this time it's twins!

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

A Sissy Nanny -- Part 1

It feels like you have done it all, right?  You have taken that wimpy husband of yours and completely feminized him into your own personal sissy maid.  Then you got a new lover -- a real man this time. Then you moved your lover into your home (and into your bedroom!) and forced your sissy maid ex-husband to wait on both of you hand-and-foot.  Your life is wonderful!  

But of course you want more.

Why not start a family?  Think how beautiful your baby will be using your new lover's seed!  And think how convenient it will be to have full-time live in sissy nanny to care for your little baby!

That's what I decided to to.  I stopped taking the pill and my lover, Greg, and I got seriously busy to get me pregnant. When I told my sissy maid ex-hubby -- we call him Susie now -- that I was pregnant with my lover's baby, oh how the tears started to flow!  

But when I explained to Susie that he would be the nanny caring for the baby, I thought my poor sissy was going to faint -- it was a delicious moment.  "Yes, Susie," I patiently explained, "For the next 18 years or so, you will be caring for my lover's child -- 24/7!"  That's when Sissy Susie actually DID faint!  (Of course I later punished Susie for fainting and not appropriately expressing his joy that I was pregnant.)

Throughout my pregnancy, I insisted that Susie accompany me to every doctor's appointment, every Lamaze class.  And Susie was right there in the delivery room when my baby boy was born -- and Susie stayed with me in the hospital every minute until the three of us went home.

My baby is now nearly a year old and Sissy Susie is proving to be a wonderful nanny. Susie changes every diaper, handles every midnight feeding -- everything.  In fact, after the baby arrived and as soon as I was able, Greg and I took a three week trip to Bermuda so I could recover.  Sissy Susie took care of little Greggie Jr. while we were away.  

I just love this photo.  I took it on Easter morning.  I dolled Sissy Susie up in this cute pink dress with a big, pretty Easter corsage. Don't you just love the pink ribbon in his hair!  Susie minded Greggie Jr. while Greg Sr. and I went to church and then to brunch.  Doesn't Susie look happy? I think ALL of us are happy now that my sissy ex-husband is truly fulfilling his destiny, living a life of extreme service and extreme femininity as my full time sissy nanny.

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.