Bad News for My Sissy Husband

"Sweetie, do you have a minute to talk?" I called up the stairs.  My darling sissy husband, Lily, came down right away.

"Yes, Martha. Is there something that you need?" he asked.

"My, don't you look extra pretty today!  That pink top is super cute on you and really shows off how you are...developing.  And I love that necklace on you!" I cooed.

"Thank you, Martha," he replied softly. I could tell he was both thrilled and a bit embarrassed with my compliments.

"Sweetie, we need to talk. Now I know you have really been looking forward to our vacation to the Bahamas tomorrow," I started.

"Oh yes, Martha.  I'm very excited about our trip!" he replied breathlessly.

"Yes, well," I started. "There's been a change of plans.  You're not going," I stated matter-of-factly.

Completely blindsided by my announcement he responded, "What? No! We've been planning this trip for months!"  His eyes were starting to tear.  This announcement was getting him rather upset.

"Now Lily, really!  Think about it.  I mean, just look at you.  Look how much you've changed!  Your hair, your breasts, your hips.  You have become so feminine!  How can I be expected to go on a romantic Caribbean vacation with you?  You can barely even pass as a man anymore!  Needless to say, you can't take your shirt off on the beach now that your boobs have grown so much," I explained.

"But I did all of this for YOU!  YOU wanted me to become more feminine, more ladylike.  I made all of these changes because YOU wanted it!" He was starting to cry as he spoke.  Goodness, the hormones make him so emotional!

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Oh, Lily, of course I know that. This is how I want you. Soft and feminine and gentle.  I love having you as my sweet little sissy housewife.  You look and smell so pretty and you take such wonderful care of me.  You are exactly the way I want you. At home, that is.  But on a romantic vacation?  Well, that obviously is not going to work."

"So you cancelled all of our vacation plans?" he asked stupidly.

"Oh, good heavens no, silly girl.  The trip is all paid for.  I'm going with Ben."

"Ben? Who's Ben?" Lily asked.

"Ben Martins, silly. My editor," I said. Then the wailing really began.  

"You're going on vacation with Ben?!?  Why? How? What's going on?" Lily was starting to get a bit hysterical by this point.

"Well, Lily, Ben and I have been spending a lot of time together finalizing my latest book. And he is going through a difficult time since he is getting divorced.  Anyway, over the past couple of months, he and I have gotten rather...close.  He really is a very nice man.  And so tall and handsome!"  The crying got much worse when I said that.

By now I was growing tired of Lily's sobbing. "Now calm yourself. You know this is for the best. Look, I am a woman and I have needs -- and believe me, he really knows how to fill my needs!  Ben and I will be able to have a wonderful, romantic vacation together in a way you and I simply can't anymore. Besides, you have fallen way behind on your chores and this will give you a whole week to get caught up."

Lily had no words in response to that.

"And since I'll be spending more time with Ben at his apartment when we get back from the Bahamas, I thought it would be nice if you would go over there while we're away and get it all tidied it up.  It really is a mess and you wouldn't want me having sex in an apartment that wasn't properly cleaned, now would you?"

"Well, would you?" I repeated a bit more sternly, in case Lily thought it was a rhetorical question.

"No, I guess not," he answered softly.

"No, of course not," I agreed.  "Now pull yourself together. I know, let's go to the mall and I'll buy you something pretty to cheer you up.  And while we're there, you can help me pick out a new bikini and maybe a sexy nightie to take on my trip.  OK?  Now dry those eyes and grab your purse."

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- part 3

Saturday arrived and Danielle was sticking to his pile of lies, claiming the he and Martin would be spending a day downtown doing all sorts of cultural things.  In reality, I knew the two of them were going to check into The Inn at the Pier for a romantic rendezvous.  I was so disgusted with Danielle for his lies and for being so easy to manipulate.  Letting a man he had just met convince him to spend the day in bed together having sex!  I could barely believe this was happening, even though it was all happening according to plan. 

Danielle dressed the part for his date of museums and lunch and theater.  He wore a very pretty cream colored skirt and a fitted white jacket. Danielle had asked my to buy him some new bone colored high heels to complete his look. Danielle looked wonderful. His outfit was conservative and stylish at the same time. There was a slight chill in the air, so he also wore a lightweight black coat.

Off they went, not to downtown like Danielle said, but to the lake where Martin had made a reservation for a room for the day at "The Inn" which is a really exclusive and expensive hotel. When they arrived at the front desk, Danielle started to get nervous and have second thoughts. But when the receptionist greeted them as "Mr. and Mrs. Rittenhouse," Danielle felt yet a new surge of excitement and feminine delight that the receptionist really believed that he was Martin's wife!

They went up to their room.  They had very little with them; Martin had brought only a small bag and Danielle only had his purse, although he managed to stuff a few extra essentials in it without me noticing -- or so he thought. The first thing Danielle did was to go into the bathroom and put on the diamond heart necklace that Martin had given him; he had been afraid to put on before leaving home.

Martin wasted no time.  He took Danielle in his arms and started hugging and kissing him, saying all sorts of things to him about what a beautiful 'woman' he is and how he wished Danielle could really be his 'wife.' The experience was overwhelming to poor naive Danielle - the fancy room, the view of the lake, and most of all, the strong, confident gentleman who was seducing him.

"Danielle," Martin whispered in his ear, "Let's go to bed."  Danielle nodded and giggled enthusiastically in response.

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- part 2

A week passed and it was time for Danielle's second date with his new "boyfriend," Martin.  Of course, Martin wasn't really Danielle's boyfriend - he was a man I picked to construct a wild psycho-drama for my sissy.

Danielle was all giggly and nervous before Martin arrived to pick him up.  Unlike last week when Danielle was terrified of being out with a man, tonight I could tell he was excited and looking forward to it.  Something deeply feminine and girly had been awakened by his first date.  It was as if Danielle was being flooded all at once by the emotions of a 15 year old girl!

Danielle had begged me to take him shopping for a new dress to wear.  This was going even better than I could have dreamed!  Danielle explained that Martin wanted to take him to The Windsor for their second date.  The Windsor is a very exclusive and very expensive restaurant and after hours club with wonderful food and live music and dancing.  Danielle was all aflutter with the idea of being asked out on a date there.  I agreed to take Danielle shopping and we bought a very elegant purple dress for him to wear.

When the big day arrive, once again Danielle spent most of the afternoon at the beauty parlor getting all prettied for his date.  The girls at the salon made him describe every minute of his prior date.  They told Danielle how lucky he was to have such a handsome and charming man pursuing him and taking him out to really fancy places. Instead of becoming anxious by their chatter like he was last week, this time Danielle was flattered and encouraged by it.

Martin picked up Danielle and took him away for the evening. Here are some photos of the two of them on the grand staircase heading downstairs to the club after they finished with their dinner. It was another dreamy dinner date for Danielle -- his girly feelings completely overwhelming his natural heterosexual tendencies. 

Danielle was much more relaxed than he was on their first date.  And Martin was much more flirtatious.  After the wining and dining, the lovebirds moved to the dance floor, where Martin expertly led Danielle as the combo played a variety of slow, romantic songs.  Danielle felt so safe in Martin's strong arms.  Danielle felt like he was floating on air, twirling and swaying in his lovely purple dress and 4 inch sandals.

When they couldn't dance anymore, Martin navigated them both to a sofa where they sat.  Martin said, "Danielle, I know I only just met you, but I want you to know that I already have very strong feelings for you.  Danielle, I'm falling in love with you."

Danielle's heart must have almost stopped beating when he heard this. Before Danielle could open his mouth, Martin took out a small wrapped gift from his pocket.  "Here, Danielle, this is for you."  Danielle nervously accepted the small box from Martin and opened it. Inside was a beautiful heart-shaped pendant covered with about a dozen diamonds.

"Oh my!  It's lovely!  I...I don't know what to say.  This is all so unexpected!" Danielle managed to sputter.

"I'm sure it is," Martin said calmly as he helped Danielle put the necklace on.  "You don't have to say anything.  But I do want to see you again.  And soon.  And for longer. And for more."  Danielle looked confused so Martin elaborated. "Next Saturday, let's spend the whole day together. Here's my idea.  We can drive over to the lake and get room for the day at the Inn on the Pier.  We can get to know each other better, if you know what I mean."  Now Danielle knew exactly what Martin meant.  Danielle knew this was not something that he should agree to but he couldn't help himself.

"Okay," Danielle said.  "But I can't tell my...spouse.  I know that meeting you was all her idea but I don't think she would approve of me checking into a fancy hotel with you."

"Not a problem," Martin responded.  "All of this can be our little secret.  You can tell your...spouse...that I have planned a full day of activities together downtown, we'll go to the museum, then lunch, then a matinee...I will pick you up at 9:00 and have you home by 6:00.  And no one will ever suspect what we're up to."

"You are a devil, aren't you, Martin Rittenhouse?" Danielle replied with a wide grin, barely able to contain his delight that this handsome man was pursuing him as if he were the most beautiful woman on the planet.

There was more kissing and groping in the car before returning Danielle home.  I again was waiting in the living room.  Danielle gave me a report on his evening, delighted in sharing details of the dinner, the dancing, the music.  But he did exclude a number of details.  He said nothing about the necklace he received (he must of taken it off just before coming inside), nothing about Martin's profession of love for him, and nothing about their sneaky plan to screw around in a hotel next Saturday.

Of course, Martin kept no secrets from me.  And I fully expected my pathetic sissy husband to mislead me about what was really going on between him and Martin. Danielle didn't know it, but he was quickly digging himself into a hole from which he might never emerge. 

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- Part 1

There comes a point in the development of every sissy when you need to introduce men into the equation.  I realized this about a year ago regarding my own sissy husband. Danny -- or Danielle -- has always been a loving husband. But at home when we are alone together, he is also a totally submissive, feminine -- and very pretty -- sissy.  I don't mind.  If he wants to dress up in a frilly French maid outfit and wait on me hand and foot, why not? I learned to enjoy my role as a dominant -- a lot.  For him, the fantasy was complete; he was fulfilled by being my feminized servant, wearing high heels, make-up and dresses -- and enduring my abuse.

But I realized the fantasy wasn't complete for me.  I wasn't fulfilled.  My domination of him was beginning to feel tired and unoriginal.  What's the point of being a dom if your sub enjoys every minute of the experience? I needed to take this to another level.  And to do that, Danielle would need a man.

When I say "a man", I don't mean some casual grouping or kissing in a bar. Every dom makes her sissy do that stuff.  No, I'm talking about sending your little sissy on an emotional journey that will positively crush him.

First, I needed to find a man for my sissy.  If you think it might be hard to find a boyfriend for your sissy, forget about it!  It took me about 15 minutes on the Internet to find about a dozen promising candidates for the job of Danielle's lover.  I interviewed several and selected one man that I thought would be perfect.   He was tall and masculine, very fit and muscular.  He was older and looked and acted like the rich and powerful executive that he is. His voice was deep and his eyes were dark and penetrating and he had an air of power and confidence that felt very manly.  I might have slept with myself but I reminded myself that this guy was for my sissy.  Most importantly, he was willing to follow my instructions and thought my little "game" would be fun.

When I told Danielle that I intended to introduce him to a man, Danielle nearly had a fit.  "I'm not gay!" He protested. I slapped him hard for raising his voice to me.  But then I regained my composure and answered, "Of course you're not, dear. But you are a pathetic, submissive, girly sissy. And little sissies like you need to have the experience of being with a real man, to help you fully realize how weak and pathetic and submissive you are. So you will go out with whoever I select for you and you will behave like the total sissy girl you are. And in the end you will better understand who you are and what your purpose in life is."

Danielle was close to tears but he knew he was powerless to fight back. "And the best news," I cheerfully announced, "is that you are going out on your first sissy date on Friday night!" Danielle had no idea that I had already made all the arrangements before I even mentioned the idea!

After he regained a bit of composure, Danielle asked me, "Does he know that I'm...I'm...I'm...not really a girl?"

"Of course he knows you're a sissy," I answered. "He's really into sissy girls like you so you have nothing to worry about." But of course, Danielle did worry -- he nearly worried himself to death. He was positively dreading being sent out on a date with a strange man!

Danielle was a nervous wreck all week. We spent hours going through his wardrobe and selecting his outfit for his first date. I talked endlessly about what to expect on his date, dos and don'ts, and on and on. The more I talked, the more anxious he became.

When the big day came, Danielle spent most of the afternoon at the beauty salon getting the works done -- hair, nails, make up, waxing -- everything.  The girls at the salon teased him mercilessly about going out on his first date. Poor Danielle was growing more terrified by the hour. But when 7:00 arrived, my Danielle looked so pretty.  His hair and make-up were perfect. He looked so elegant in a pale gold outfit I had bought for him. The top was gathered at the neck and showed off his pretty, delicate arms and shoulders. I even let him borrow some of my gold jewelry to complete his outfit.

Danielle's "date", Martin Rittenhouse, showed up right on time. I ushered him in to meet Danielle and Martin gallantly greeted Danielle with a little peck on the cheek. Even through his make-up I could see that Danielle was blushing. Martin was the perfect gentleman -- so charming and so handsome in a charcoal suit.  Martin told Danielle several times how pretty "she" looked and how delighted he was to be with "her."  I could tell the Martin was already having an effect on Danielle; he was weakening before my eyes by the attention and compliments of this very handsome and masculine suitor.

So off they went on their date!  Martin drove them to Chez Printemps, a very fancy restaurant downtown where he had made reservations.  Martin, of course, gave me a full report afterwards.  Martin treated Sissy Danielle like a perfect lady all night long -- pulling out his chair, ordering for him, the works.  He kept the conversation light and interesting.  Danielle was mesmerized by the entire experience -- just as I wanted him to be.  When the second bottle of wine arrived and Danielle had loosened up a bit, Martin started seriously flirting with Danielle. Martin even reached across the table to hold Danielle's hand.

On the walk back to the car after dinner, Martin kissed Danielle.  And once they were in the car they started making out like crazy. Apparently, Danielle really got into it! 

Before returning Danielle to our home, Martin asked him for a second date, just as we had planned.  Danielle said yes.

When Danielle walked inside, I was waiting for him in the living room.  I could see that Danielle was on Cloud 9 -- a bit tipsy from too much wine and overwhelmed by the wonderful experiences and feelings of the evening.  I made Danielle tell me every detail about his evening out.  He was very embarrassed talking about making out with Martin but I got the truth out of him.  He was even more embarrassed when he told me that he had agreed to go out on a second date with a man.  Most of all, he was embarrassed to describe the whirlwind of feelings that were coursing through him.  When I was satisfied that Danielle had verbalized everything he could about his evening, I summed it up for him. "Well I guess this really does prove what a total femme sissy you really are."

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.

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!

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.

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?

Completing my Husband's Sissy Journey -- Part 1

My husband is gorgeous!!! Don't you agree?

Two years ago, I decided that I wanted my crossdressing husband to go full-time as a woman.  This would require some surgery, some hormones and, of course, a lot a changes to his lifestyle.  I know he didn't like the idea at first but he is too much of a sissy to resist anything I say.

And now I have my very own beautiful, obedient lesbian love slave.  His new name is Colette.  

My husband had admitted to me that he was a crossdresser from the very early in our relationship.  I didn't mind.  He was a gentle, sweet man and if he enjoyed occassionaly acting and dressing as a woman, I wasn't going to stop him.  But over time I learned that he was more than a crossdresser.  He was, deep inside, a sissy who desparately needed a strong, confident woman -- like me -- to control him.  To own him.





Soon after we were married it became very clear that I was to be the decision maker in the family.   I was delighted to be in control and never questioned.  All he wanted to do was to please me and serve me.  For me, it was wonderful having a sweet little sissy slavishly tending to my every need.

But after a while, endulging my husband's fantasies grew constraining.  His dress-up games kept us locked up in side our home.  I wanted more social activity, more excitement.  The solution, I decided, was to turn my husband into a full-time girl.

So now, during the week, he is my full-time sissy housewife. Colette takes care of our home while I am at work.  And in the evenings, we go out to restaurants and bars, the theater and shopping.  We do everything together.  It is so much fun for me.

And when we get home, the sex is amazing.  I get so turned on watching my sweet sissy housewife underdress, revealing the sexy lingerie I like him to wear.  It is so exciting as Colette crawls up between my thighs as he brings me to orgasm over and over with his soft full lips and his talented tounge.

But during the weekends, that's when things get really exciting...

  

My Perfect Sissy Housewife

Two years ago, my husband finally admitted to me that he was a crossdresser.  Of course, I had figured that out years earlier -- but I just waited patiently for him to finally admit it to me.  And during those years of waiting, I had been thinking long and hard about how I was going to deal with my husband's crossdressing.

So when he finally said something, I let loose with my well prepared list of demands.  I started by telling him that, from now on, I would be wearing the pants in the family.  My career was really taking off and his was going nowhere.  I decided that I would like to have a sweet little housewife taking care of me and my home full-time.  That would be his job from now on.

And he would not be just any housewife.  Oh no.  He would take the role of a traditional, obedient, submissive homemaker from decades past.  He would live and dress the part.  Every detail would have to be perfect and to my liking -- from his pretty hair-do, to his pleated skirt, to the sheer hostess apron tied aroung his trim little waist to the smile on his pink, glossy lips as he went about his chores.  His endless chores!

At first, he tried to protest but he was simply too much of a sissy to fight me.  I started implementing our "lifestyle changes" right then and there.  I made him hand over his license, credit cards and passport -- and watch as I ran them through the shredder.  Within a week, I had him empty every closet and drawer of his old clothes and reminders of his old life, which I refilled with his new homemaker fashions.  Within a month, we had moved to a new town to make it easier for us to restart our life as a high powered lady executive and her devoted, old fashioned housewife and partner.

That was two years ago and my husband is now been completely transformed, in body and mind, into the gentle, doting housewife I wanted.  He has become completely proficient at doing all his housewifey chores, from cooking, to cleaning,to giving me footrubs, to preparing my martini when I get home in the evening.  Here he is doing the laundry.  He takes such pride in being the perfect housewife.  Look at how happy he is knowing that he is pleasing me.

I have recently started dating one of the senior partners at my law firm.  He will be coming over to my house tonight for a romantic dinner that my hubby-housewife will prepare and serve.  If the date goes well, hopefully my sissy will be serving us breakfast in bed as well.






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A Sissy Gets Married Off

I had known about my husband's feminine urges since before we were married.  I didn't mind his cross dressing or his need to be submissive to me.

At first this was exciting for me too.  I had always had a dominant streak and my husband's Sissy submission to me fulfilled certain needs I had as well.  But eventually, I tired of the game.  In my strict hands, my husband had progressed from a weak-willed, cross-dressing male to a beautiful, fully feminized submissive Sissy.

I needed to make some changes in my life.  Most importantly, I needed to kick my Sissy husband out of the house so my new lover could move in with me full-time.

My Sissy husband was very upset when I explained that I had arranged to marry him off to a man I had found who was looking for a Sissy wife.  There were lots of tears and he begged for me not to go through with this, but I had made up my mind.  Anyway, who cares what a Sissy wants?

That was six months ago.  I am now very happily living with my handsome lover and my Sissy ex is living with his new Husband and Master.  My Sissy ex's entire life now revolves around pleasing his Husband and Master.  He spends hours each day ensuring that his hair and make-up are perfect as his Husband requires.  He toils around the clock to ensure that the house is spotless, clothes are washed and ironed, and that meals are on the table when his Husband returns home from work.  And of course, my Sissy ex has to satisfy his Husband and Master's endless sexual needs as well.

From the photos I've seen, it looks like my ex is starting to embrace his new life as the Sissy wife to a real man.   He certainly seems to enjoy being treated as a "lady" by his strong and dominant Husband.  Look at how he smiles as his Husband and Master touches him with his rough, strong hands.  Look at how he moans with pleasure when being kissed and having his Husband fondle his big boobs.

I guess it was always his destiny to be the submissive Sissy wife of a real man.


 

The Sissy Behind the Curtain

"Martin!" my wife shouted, "Get out here.  NOW!"

My wife had caught me dressing up in her clothes a few weeks ago -- and she didn't like that one little bit.

"Don't be shy, Martin!" she continued.  "We all want to see how pretty you are."  My wife and her lover were waiting for me in the Master bedroom.  They both started giggling when she said that.

I had been dreading this moment.  During the afternoon, my wife had spent hours getting me ready.  First she did my make-up and pinned a curly brunette wig on my head.  Then she dressed me in a sexy red outfit including some strappy high heel sandals that she had picked out for me to wear tonight.  She even put some of her jewelry on me.



"WE"RE WAITING!" she yelled.

I reluctantly stuck my head through the curtain that separated the Master bedroom from the dressing area.  I saw my wife and her lover, both half naked, wrapped in each other's arms sitting on the bed.

"Come on now," my wife called.  "Come all the way out here.  Don't keep us waiting any more."








I tentatively pulled back the maroon curtain and stepped fully into the Master bedroom.

"OH MY GOD!" her lover shouted.  "I can't believe this!  What a Sissy!  He really does look like a girl!"

"Can you believe I actually married a Sissy faggot like that?" my wife asked.

"Now do that sexy dance I taught you," my wife commanded.  And with that, I began to sway and rock, wiggling my hips in a sort of burlesque dance.   "Oh yes!  That's soooo sexy!"  my wife yelled.  And with that, the couple on the bed broke down into fits of laughter.

After a few minutes my wife told me to stop dancing and to come stand next to the bed.  "Now you just stand there and watch while a real man fucks me."  As she said that, the two lovers stripped off the rest of their clothes.  My wife's lover was a big, muscular man with a huge cock.  I just stood there, wearing my sexy red lingerie, while he climbed on top of my naked wife and started fucking her.  I couldn't fight back the tears as my wife started screaming with pleasure, being fucked by such a masculine man. 

After they were done fucking, my wife sat up and looked at me with disgust.  "Aw, is the widdle sissy sad because he's feeling left out?  Well don't cry, sissy.  We have something very important for you to do.  Now get on your knees and clean my man's cock with that pretty sissy mouth of yours."

I did exactly as I was ordered.  As I wrapped my painted lips around this giant cock I realized my life would never be the same again.

Sissy Prepares to "Entertain"

Sissy Amanda's cell phone buzzed.  It was a text message from his wife.  "Leaving now.  Home in 1 hour.  Be ready to entertain."

"Home in just one hour!?!" Sissy Amanda thought with alarm.  He stopped scrubbing the kitchen floor and raced to his little bedroom in the basement.  He stripped off his maid's uniform, sat down at his vanity and got busy making himself look beautiful.  His wife and her lover would be home soon from their romantic weekend in the country and Sissy Amanda had been instructed to always look his best when they returned.  And from the text it was clear that he needed to be prepared to sexually "entertain" them as soon as they arrived.

Sissy Amanda finished doing his make-up and took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror before putting on his dress.  He looked at his delicately arched eye-brows, at his sexy, smokey eye shadow, at the pink lipstick that coated his soft, full lips.  He burst into tears thinking about what he had become.......

A Sissy's Titties Are Put to Good Use

Look at my pathetic sissy husband now!  And to think that I endured years of abuse from this sissy faggot.

Two years ago, he accidentally left his computer on and I saw that he was visiting this website, Linda's Tormented Sissies and Forced Feminization Captions!  I was absolutely horrified by what I saw in this blog.  It was filled with disgusting stories with graphic pictures about men being forced to become sissy playthings for their cruel Masters and Mistresses.

After discovering his internet habit, I started going through his closets and drawers to see what else I would find.  Well, not only did I find a whole suitcase of women's clothing that he must dress up when I'm not home, but I even found a stack of magazines called "Forced Womanhood." Gross.

I didn't waste any time.  Within 48 hours, I "enrolled" the little sissy in a forced fem clinic, arranged for a divorce and got on with my life. 

Now, two years later, I have a whole new life.  My ex-husband is back home -- but he is now my sexy, big boobed sissy slave.  He is now completely docile and obedient.  And serves me -- and my hunky new boyfriend --  whenever and however we desire. 

My boyfriend has an enormous cock.  Monstrous, really.  And he really enjoys tittie fucking my ex!  First he pours some ice cold lube between hubby's tits.  Then he starts ramming away.  Hubby has been trained to press his big boobs together around my boyfriend's cock.  And on every stroke, my sissy hubby has to open his mouth wide to accept the head of my boyfriend's huge cock.   In and out, up and down, back and forth -- my boyfriend's huge dick rams into my ex's mouth -- over and over and over. Until my boyfriend cums.  Then he rams his dick deep into my sissy's mouth and pumps his hot cum down my ex's throat.

Sometimes I get out my camcorder and video my sissy hubby's tittie fucking performances.  Maybe I'll post these videos on Linda's Tormented Sissies site!



Sissy's Sexy New Lingerie

 "Oh Sissy Belinda!  Come here!" my Wife shouted from her bedroom, ringing a bell that could be heard throughout the house.  I had been dreading this moment all night. 

Four hours ago, before going out on a date with her new boyfriend, my Wife handed me a box from a fancy lingerie shop downtown.  "There is a very pretty new bra and panty set in the box.  I want you to be wearing this and looking your sexiest when I get home.  And I want you wearing this pink bow in your hair.  And this lacey glove.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I meekly replied.  And while my Wife was out on her date, I dressed in the outfit as ordered.  I carefully tucked my pathetic little cockette away to ensure there would be no unsightly bulges.  I worked very hard to make my hair and make-up look sexy too.

My wife had returned home about an hour ago and was entertaining her new lover in the Master bedroom.  I had been waiting in silence in the laundry room, which was now also my bedroom.   And now I had been summoned.

I raced up the stairs to my Wife's master bedroom because my Wife hates to be kept waiting.  There I found my Wife and her lover sitting in bed naked, breathless from having just made love.

"You see, Charles, you didn't believe me.  This is my Sissy husband.  I call him Belinda now," my Wife explained to her muscular and handsome lover.

"No way!" he exclaimed in disbelief.  "That hot chick was your husband?"

"Well, unfortunately, technically he still is my husband, but you neededn't worry about that."  Then to me she said, "Well don't just stand there, Sissy Belinda.  Show us what you got.   Give us some sexy poses and show us what a pretty and pathetic little Sissy you've become.  I want to take some more photos of you."

As instructed, I struck several provocative poses, while my wife snapped away with her camera.  I could see the sheets cover Charles' lap begin to stir as I did my thing.  Obviously he was enjoying my performance and getting excited.

"And Charles, Sissy Belinda doesn't just look and act like a girl.   Oh no, he also sucks cock like a girl.  Isn't that true Sissy?"

"Yes Ma'am," I replied shamefully.  This was not the first time that my Wife had brought a lover home and forced me to "entertain" him.

"Well then, don't just stand there. Get over here and wrap your lips around this," she commanded as she threw back the sheets.  I gasped with when I saw her lover's monstrous cock.  My wife roared wife laughter seeing the shock on my face.  "Get busy Sissy!"

My Curvy Sissy

There is nothing I enjoy more than a slender, waif-like Sissy.  Their skinny little arms so pretty and weak.  Their slender little bodies so defenseless...

But not every Sissy can be carved into lithe little ballerina.

When Sissy Pamela came into my clutches, he was a bit older and a bit larger than the Sissies I usually work with.  But I thought he had potential and so I went to work on him.  Sissy Pamela was brought to me by his wife.  He thought that after he was transformed, that he would return to his wife for a lifetime of lesbian bliss.  Of course that was never going to happen.  His wife was tired of her Sissy husband and had already taken a new lover -- a real man -- and so Sissy Pamela was all mine, no strings attached.

And I was delighted with the results!  Sissy Pamela is a deliciously curvy Sissy.  It cost a fortune in plastic surgery bills to get the look exactly right.  His soft white flesh contrasting so prettily with the lingerie I dress him him.  His big soft boobs practically spilling from his bras.  His pretty round ass jiggling ever so slightly when he walks around in his high heels.  Delicious!

After nine months of training and surgery, his transformation was complete.  I told him that his wife had come to pick him up and take him home.  He was so excited!  I squeezed Sissy Pamela into the very sexy outfit you see at the right.  I had it custom made for him.  It's not comfortable but he does look gorgeous in it!  His hair and make-up were done just perfectly.  And then I paraded him into the lobby area where his wife was waiting -- sitting on her handsome lover's lap!  At first, poor Sissy Pamela was too confused to be completely humiliated.  It took a lot of explaining to convince him that he wasn't ever going home, that his wife had left him, that she now had a real man for a lover, and that everyone was now laughing at him.  Tears were flooding down Sissy Pamela's face when he finally realized that all of his dreams -- and his freedom -- were gone forever.

But here's the best part.  Who do you think would be most interested in a soft, curvy, fleshy, jiggly Sissy?  Big black men, of course!  Sissy Pamela has been an excellent investment for me because I can whore him out morning, noon and night to a long list big black bulls who can't get enough of my voluptuous creation.  My best clients are a group of five Offensive Linemen for the local NFL team.  They "visit" Sissy Pamela -- together -- at least twice a week. 

As a captive sex toy for powerful and demanding black men, poor Sissy Pamela's life is a horrifying nightmare of nearly continuous forced sex and abuse.