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 Christmastime Sissy - Part 2

As I explained in my previous post, my husband, "Suzanne," is a crossdressing sissy.  I love him very much and I decided to give him the greatest gift of all at Christmas -- the freedom to be exactly who he wanted to be.  Suzanne had a "hall pass" for the months of December and January to be the woman he always dreamed of being -- and to do it with his handsome boyfriend, Paul.

When January was halfway over, I was beginning to realize just how happy Suzanne had been living out his fantasy of being a woman.  I mean, just look at these photos.  Suzanne looks so at peace, so fulfilled.  And while I wanted to get my husband back, I also felt I had to duty to help Suzanne achieve his/her own destiny.

At the cafe where we were having lunch together, I was about to tell Suzanne that he could continue living as a woman with Paul, if that's what he really wanted.  Instead, Suzanne surprised me with an offer of his own.

"Honey," he said, "You know that I have been enjoying my time with Paul over the past six weeks.  And you know that I also love you so very much."  I nodded in agreement, a few tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Well, Paul came up with an interesting idea.  Why don't the three of us...get together.  You know, as a "Throuple" as the kids say.  He's a very nice man and I'm sure you find him attractive." I couldn't respond.  I was stunned by what I was hearing.

"But why not give it a try.  Who says we have to chose between being together and me living as Suzanne?  I know it might sound crazy at first, but please just think about it.  I think it could be wonderful.  I love being Suzanne.  And I love you.  And I love the experience of being romanced and cared for by a real man.  Paul would do the same for you.  If you let him."

I was speechless. But looking across the table at my beautiful Suzanne -- his hair and make-up just so perfect.  His lovely smile and his pretty eyes.  His feminine gestures and lilting, gentle voice.  I felt an odd desire for him that I hadn't ever felt before.  He was just so...ladylike and elegant.  And then add in all the talk of having me get romantically involved with that handsome man.  My pulse starting racing and my panties started to get damp.

"Please say you'll think about," Suzanne begged.  "I think the three of us could have a wonderful life together."

Well, dear reader, that all happened five years ago.  I did agree to Paul and Suzanne's offer.  And our lives have become an exciting, magical journey.  Over the course of those five years, so much has happened: Paul's divorce was finalized, I sold my house and we all moved in together in Paul's lovely home, Suzanne started hormones and has become more womanly and more beautiful each day.  And while Suzanne and I are still legally married to each other, we even had a commitment ceremony where the three of us effectively "married" each other.

Suzanne is delighted to take care of almost all the chores around the house.  She prepares lovely meals for us, does all the laundry and tidying.  She fusses over Paul and me like some idealized housewife from the past.

And of course, there is the sex.  I hadn't realized how much I missed being in the arms of a real man.  And believe me, Paul is quite the stud.  He is tall and strong and very muscular.  And his cock is massive!  My own husband couldn't ever give me that kind of experience -- even when he wasn't dressed up like a girl.

Most nights the three of us climb into our king size bed together.  Suzanne and I usually wear matching nightgowns and we lay on either side of Paul.  As we snuggle up against his naked body, he wraps his big arms around us and pulls us close, our heads laying on his strong chest.  Love comes in all combinations -- sometimes all three of us at once, often any combination of the two of us.  I never feel any jealousy; my needs are fully satisfied and I am delighted when Paul and Suzanne have their intimate moments together. (And sometimes I like to watch!)

Paul often travels for work. Sometimes, one or both of us will go with him.  But most often we both stay behind, making that a special time for just the two of us.  I don't look at Suzanne as my husband any more -- I look at him as my beautiful, feminine lover and best friend.  And with that perspective, I delight in our lovemaking when it is just the two of us.  I love Suzanne's soft and smooth skin, her skinny delicate frame, her tiny adorable dick, and her extremely talented tongue.

So that is my Christmastime sissy story.  Maybe I should say it was my own Christmas miracle.

I hope all of your sissy dreams come true this Christmastime!

 

A Christmastime Sissy - Part 1

Well, Christmastime is almost here.  And I thought you would enjoy hearing a Christmas story about my sissy husband.  I've included a few Christmas photos of my husband -- that's him with the long curly hair, the pretty blue dress and the beautiful smile.

My husband has been a crossdressing sissy throughout his entire life.  I knew he was into dressing up in ladies clothes before we were married -- and I didn't mind -- really.  But over the first few years of our marriage, I began to understand just how deep his feminine needs ran.                                                           I had no problem with him dressing up as "Suzanne" on the weekends.  I even went out to bars with him a couple of times when he was all dolled up.  And when he was dressed up as Suzanne, he really enjoyed acting like the housewife in our relationship.  And do you think I was going to complain that he did almost all of the cleaning and cooking just because he was wearing a dress, a frilly apron and heels?  No way!  I'm no fool.  I had a great thing going.

But over time I began to understand that I was seeing just the tip of the sissy iceberg.  The part that I couldn't see, that was lurking beneath the surface of the water, was an unstoppable need for my sissy husband to push the boundaries, to come as close to experiencing life as a real woman as he could.  And that of course led to...men!                                                                                   I knew that Suzanne was spending a lot of time each day on the internet -- but I didn't know what he/she was doing.  As it turned out, Suzanne was meeting men who were looking for "relationships" with feminine, pretty, submissive sissies, just like my husband.  It took some time, but eventually I got onto Suzanne's email and blogs -- and let me tell you -- I nearly fell down.  There were dozens of men -- literally dozens! -- flirting with my husband, sharing photos, and asking Suzanne for dates -- and more!

I was surprised to learn how many men out there are really into sissies.  But I wasn't really surprised that Suzanne had caught their eye.  As a man, my husband is rather unassuming.  But when all dolled up as Suzanne, he is very attractive, I have to admit.  The few times we went out together as girls, he always got a lot of attention, compliments and free drinks from the men floating around the bar.                                                                                                                                                               One of Suzanne's online suitors turned out to be a very successful lawyer named Paul who was separated from his wife.  Paul lived in a town about 20 minutes away from where we lived.  By scrolling through Suzanne's email, I realized that they had been seeing each other -- very carefully and infrequently -- for several months.  That sneaky Suzanne!  I had no idea until I read his/her email.

Anyway, around Thanksgiving, I confronted my husband with what I had found.  He tried to deny it at first but he quickly surrendered since there was just too much evidence against him.  But once he admitted to what he had been up to, I reassured him.  I told him I didn't like him being unfaithful.  But because I understood what a complete sissy he was, being unfaithful with another man wasn't as bad as being unfaithful with another woman.                                                                            I told him that I was going to give Suzanne a very special Christmas gift: a two-month "hall pass."  Suzanne could do whatever she wanted -- anything at all -- for the next two months, until the end of January.  But I wanted her to get it out of her system and then I expected my husband to come back to me.  My husband agreed to my proposal with tears of gratitude.  

"Well, girl," I said to him. "Get busy.  Because on February 1, your hall pass expires. So go be a woman, in whatever way you need to."                                                                                                                                                                                           I'm sure that Suzanne's boyfriend, Paul, wasn't going to believe his good luck.  Instead of stealthily seeing Suzanne on a few rare occasions, he was going to get to have as much of Suzanne as he could handle for two whole months.                                                            

And that brings us to Christmas.  As you can see in the photos, these two love birds thoroughly enjoyed their time together.  Just look how pretty and happy my Suzanne looks.  And her boyfriend is actually a very nice man, fairly wealthy and not bad looking at all.  Suzanne really scored a winner.                                                 But as the days in January flew by, I was left with so many doubts.  Looking at these Christmas photos showed me just how much Suzanne enjoyed acting as the wife/girlfriend to a real man.  He/she seemed freer and happier than I can remember him being for a long time. I didn't want to lose my husband that I love so much.  But I also didn't want to take away from him an experience and a lifestyle that was clearly so fulfilling for him. So around the middle of January, after having given it much thought, I decided to have a conversation with Suzanne.  We met for lunch at a local cafe -- something we had been doing once a week throughout December and January.  I decided that I was going to leave it up to Suzanne to chose to either come home to me or to stay with his boyfriend.  

Well, as we sat down for lunch, and as I was about to start my prepared speech, Suzanne surprised me and started speaking.  "Honey," she started, "I have something important to discuss with you..."

 

Taking my Sissy Husband on Vacation

My husband and I are having the most wonderful vacation together.  That's me in the photo on the left, the brunette in the black dress.  But that's not my husband in the photo! That's my new vacation boyfriend, Jerry.  I met Jerry earlier this week at the resort bar.  You see my husband is not a real man like Jerry.  My husband is a feminine, submissive sissy. 

That's my sissy husband in this photo -- the pretty blonde "lady" in the sexy gold dress.  His real name is Martin, but he is living only as "Tina" this week while we are on vacation.  And as you can see, Tina landed a handsome new vacation boyfriend too! His name is Darren.

My Tina is very, very good at passing as a woman.  He works hard at keeping his body slender through a strict diet and body-sculpting exercises.  He keeps his hair long all the time, but dyed it and had it styled especially for this trip.

Don't you think they make a cute couple?  Darren is everything that my Martin/Tina isn't. He's strong, confident and decisive.  A real Alpha male! I love seeing Tina with Darren. It seems like Tina doesn't have a single idea of his own when he's with his hunky new boyfriend -- Tina seems only capable of agreeing with whatever Darren says and whatever Darren wants to do.

I love seeing how Tina behaves when he's with a real man!  That's why I planned this vacation to a singles resort.  Although we have been out together as two women many times before -- to restaurants and bars and so on -- we had never taken a week-long vacation like this before.  For Tina -- and for me -- it is a wild, new experience!

I know my sissy husband enjoys his time as Tina.  I know that his need to express him feminine side is far too powerful for him to resist.  And being in the arms of a strong, masculine man is so exciting for him, throwing his feminine feelings into overdrive. But tricking a man to believe that you are a real woman when you are not is playing with fire!  And Tina knows this. Each moment he spends with an unsuspecting man fills Tina with equal parts excitement -- and fear that his secret will be revealed.

Tina and Darren have been an item for three days now -- and we have three days left in our vacation.  Can Tina keep up the act for the rest of our vacation without letting Darren find out the truth?  I certainly hope so.  I expect that Darren would be furious beyond belief if he learned that the woman he was falling for was really a man.

So how does Tina manage to keep his secret? Well, the first night was easy --  just some flirting and a little pawing at the resort bar, with a brief good night kiss at the end of the evening.  By day 2, things were heating up, with some heavy making out during the day and a hand job in Darren's room at the end of the evening.  (His cock is enormous, Tina reports!) 

Today is day 3 of their steamy relationship.  I caught Tina and Darren making out like crazy earlier today -- including in the swimming pool!  Now we are all dressed up for a double date together.  First we'll have some Happy Hour cocktails, then a romantic, candlelit dinner together, followed by dancing at the outdoor bar until late. It's what happens after that that has Tina very nervous.

"You better hope he likes blow jobs!" I told Tina. "And I hope you are really good at giving them.  Because he is going to expect to get some serious action from you. And since he can't fuck you, you better find some other way to keep him interested." Tina has practiced giving blow jobs on the strap-on dildo I sometimes use on Tina's backside.  But Tina has never had a real cock in his mouth -- or down his throat.

 

Of course, I've been fucking my new vacation boyfriend every chance I get this week.  We run off to his room a couple of times during the day and of course in the evening. He is amazing in bed! And I always give Tina a detailed report on my sexual encounters with Jerry.

I really hope that Tina -- and his pretty mouth -- can keep Darren satisfied and unaware of the truth. They make such a cute couple and Darren really seems rather smitten by Tina. And I can tell Tina is really falling for Darren.

Keep your fingers crossed that Tina can really pull it off. With a little luck -- and a lot of sucking -- Tina just might come home with wonderful memories of his romantic vacation with Darren -- and a tummy full of Darren's hot, sticky cum!

 

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 4

Erica re-entered the room where Roberto, Ms. Trainer and I were sitting.  This time he was wearing an elegant gold cocktail dress, sleeveless with a deep vee back.  The bodice of the dress was decorated with little pearls, while a wide sash of gathered fabric wrapped around him, just below the bust.  He looked so elegant and beautiful.  Simply stunning!                                                                          I was still astonished by how skinny and delicate he looked, his pretty new dress draped over his slender shoulders.  Ever since I feminized him five years ago, I have been able to easily dominate Erica -- mentally and physically -- but in his current emaciated state, I'm was pretty sure I would be able to do anything I could imagine to him physically.  Pick him up.  Throw him down.  Slap him around.  Anything.  The thought got me excited.

I looked again at Erica's face.  The fear and sadness were so visible, his eyes barely holding back back tears of shame and anxiety.                                                                                         "What's with this crazy fashion show?" Roberto asked. "Why can't we just throw Erica into the trunk of the car and take him home already?"                                                                                         "Roberto, I already explained this to you about a dozen times," I said with some exasperation.  "Part of the training Erica received was in becoming a 'decorative sissy.'  Ms. Trainer is letting us see some of Erica's new outfits that he'll be wearing at home."

"What's wrong with his maid's uniforms?" Roberto asked.                                                                                                                                                Ms. Trainer jumped in to help me out.  "Roberto, 'decorative sissies' are all the latest rage.  Of course it only really works if you have an exceptionally pretty sissy like Erica.  But let me explain.  Of course there is nothing wrong with him wearing a maid's uniform.  When Erica is doing his chores -- cooking, cleaning, etc. -- he will continue to dress as a maid.  But at other times he can serve you in a more 'decorative' manner.  Like when he is bringing you coffee in bed or greeting you when you return home in the evening, Erica will change into one of his pretty new dresses and high strappy shoes so he can look his very best while he's serving you.  And think how elegant it will be when Erica greets your guests at the front door dressed like this, to take their coats and to show them in.  And say you and your wife are relaxing in den or entertaining another couple, Erica can be posed where ever you want him, silently and motionlessly adding some beauty to your home.  As a 'decorative sissy,' think of him more like a pretty vase or painting on the wall than as a person."

"Or a Barbie doll," Roberto responded.

 "Yes. Very much like a Barbie doll," Ms. Trainer replied.  "But you can't gang fuck a Barbie doll in the ass, now can you?"  We all had a huge laugh at Ms. Trainer's joke.  Well, all except Erica.                                                                                          "But won't that be a lot of extra work, changing in and out of his maid's dress and these fancy dresses, re-doing his hair and make-up, several times a day?" Roberto asked.                                                                                                               "Of course it will be a lot of extra time and effort for Erica, but he doesn't mind.  Do you, sweetie?  You will be honored to work hard to be extra pretty around the house. Right?"

"Yes, Ms. Trainer.  I will be honored to make myself extra pretty around the house," Erica replied softly, staring down at the floor, unable to meet our eyes as his future as a Barbie-like fuck toy was joked about right in front of him.                                                                                               "Such a sweet sissy," Ms. Trainer cooed.  "Time for another dress!"

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 3

"Oh, this is one of my favorite dresses," Ms. Trainer gushed as Erica re-entered the room where we were sitting.  "It's so prim and proper, with its high satin collar and elbow-length sleeves.  But it's so short!  It really shows off Erica's pretty legs, don't you agree?  And the illusion top really makes it so sexy."                                                                                                    Roberto and I heartily agreed.  "His legs are perfect!" I enthused.  "I think his legs are better than mine. I'm jealous!"                                                                                            "Naughty sissy!" Ms. Trainer pretend scolded.  "Making your wife jealous.  That won't do.  I imagine you will have to be punished for that."  Ms. Trainer winked at me and gave me a big smile, enjoying adding a little extra terror to Erica's day.

"Stand right there, Erica," Ms. Trainer instructed as she invited me to stand next to Erica.  "Just look at how tailored and form-fitting this dress is." She took my hand and placed it on Erica's waist.  "Can you feel the special corset he is wearing under his dress?" she asked me. "These new corsets are so smooth and thin, you can't see them, even under the tightest or clingiest of outfits.  But it's on there, really cinching Erica in where he needs it most."  I ran my hands around Erica's mid-section.                                                                                                                                 "Oh yes," I said. "I can definitely feel it.  It feels like it is made of steel -- it's so hard."                                                                                                       "Yes, exactly," Ms. Trainer confirmed. "It's an amazing contraption.  It's impossible for Erica to put it on or take it off by himself.  You will have to zip him in and out of it.  But I recommend that sissies keep their corsets on almost 24 hours a day.  It is a very good idea for sissies to sleep in their corsets. It helps with making the figure training permanent.  And while wearing this corset, your little sissy will never slouch again. I think proper posture is so important for a sissy."

Then Roberto spoke up.  "Did you cut off his dick?" he asked, completely out of the blue.                                                                         "Oh goodness no," answered Ms. Trainer.  "I would never do that without explicit instructions from a sissy's owners."                                                                                            I explained.  "Roberto has been urging me to have Erica's dick cut off so he can have a real pussy made.  Someday we'll do that, Roberto.  Just be patient.  I want Erica to keep his little dickie for a while longer.  I don't want him to start thinking he's a real woman.  Anyway, Roberto, I know you enjoy fucking Erica's tight sissy-pussy, now don't you?" 

Roberto had to admit he did.

"You are a very lucky sissy, Erica," Ms. Trainer said. "Your wife/mistress and her lover are very fond of you and take wonderful care of you.  Don't you agree, dear?"

"Yes, Ms. Trainer.  I agree.  I am very lucky that my owners take such good care of me," Erica managed to whisper.

"Very good, sweetie," Ms. Trainer said.  "Now go put on the next outfit."

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 1

"Come out here now, Erica," Ms. Trainer called.  "Your wife and her lover are here and they are dying to see the new you."

Tentatively, timidly, Erica -- formerly my husband Eric -- entered the room.  I gasped.  My Erica was gorgeous.  He was wearing a lovely silk dress in the palest gold.  His hair was perfectly styled.  And he was so skinny!

"Don't be frightened, Erica," Ms. Trainer said gently.  "You look lovely.  There is nothing to be embarrassed about."  Despite Ms. Trainer's reassurances, Erica seemed terribly nervous.  I could tell that he was on the verge of tears.  "Come along now, Erica.  Be a good girl."   Erica walked across the room and stood in front of Roberto and me. He delicately held a cute clutch purse in his manicured fingers.

"Ms. Trainer," I said. "He's lovely.  I mean...fantastic."  Ms. Trainer smiled with satisfaction.

"I thought you would be impressed," she replied.







I had deposited Erica here just twelve weeks ago.  Of course he was already a fully feminized sissy, having gone through Ms. Trainer's transformation process some years ago.  But now he looked so beautiful, so elegant.  And so incredibly skinny.

"How did you get him to be so skinny?" I asked.  Erica was already very, very thin before.  But now -- wow!

"Well, it's not too complicated.  It's a combination of a severe -- and I mean severe -- diet, combined with a lipo/body sculpting procedure, combined with some amazing corsetry that he's wearing that I get from Japan.  It's terribly uncomfortable -- but the results are so worth it!  Erica, don't you just love wearing your corset?"

Erica spoke for the first time.  "Yes, Ms. Trainer, I love wearing my corset."  His words were barely a whisper.  He seemed so upset.  I could see tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.  And he was trembling very slightly, perched about his silver, strappy high heels.







"Ms. Trainer," I asked.  Why is he trembling like that?"

"Well," she replied, "It has been quite a difficult twelve weeks for our lovely Erica here.  He has really done his best to cooperate with our refresher program for advanced sissies.  But it hasn't been easy, has it Erica?"

"No, Ms. Trainer.  It has not been easy," came his breathy reply.

"There, there.  Try to relax, Erica.  We wouldn't want your tears to ruin your make-up now, would we?

"No, Ms. Trainer," he replied.

Ms. Trainer continued.  "Our little sissy Erica may also be nervous about what awaits him when he returns home with you and Roberto.  All of this extra training he has received is for a purpose.  And he is well aware of just how attractive -- enticing, really -- he has become.  And I think he is nervous about what you have in mind for him."

"Ah, I understand," I replied.  Of course the experience of the last twelve weeks would have been both punishingly cruel, as well as plant seeds of anxiety for what his life would be like when we returned home.

"Now come over here, Erica," Ms. Trainer ordered.  "Let me help you off with your jacket."  Erica obediently stood still while Ms. Trainer undid the buttons in the back and slid the jacket off of my sissy.

As the jacket came off, Roberto said, "Damn!"

"Damn is right!" agreed Ms. Trainer.  "That is one fantastic looking sissy!"

I couldn't believe my eyes. With the little jacket off, Erica posed there in front of us, in his strapless dress.  His shoulders were impossibly skinny and delicate.  He was obviously dying with shame as Roberto and I took in this sight.  Again, I thought Erica was about to start crying.


"Now turn around Erica.  Let's show your wife and Roberto how pretty you are from the back," Ms. Trainer instructed.  I loved how Ms. Trainer talked to Erica in a voice you would use speaking to a little child. But when speaking to Roberto and me, she would talk about Erica as if he wasn't even in the room.  There was a sly, cruel -- but also very humorous -- way to everything Ms. Trainer did with her sissies.




Erica turned around and Roberto let out an involuntary whistle.  "Oh my God!" I gasped.  "His ass...it's simply perfect."

Ms. Trainer smiled with satisfaction.  And even with his back to us I could sense Erica's deepening sense of shame as we all talked about his cute round ass.

"Erica, go back into the other room and put on one of your other dresses.  I know your wife and Roberto will enjoy seeing you model your cute new outfits."  And with that, poor Erica minced out of the room to change.

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- The Conclusion

By the time Danielle woke up, it was already dark out.  His eyes were blurry and his head -- and his ass -- hurt. A lot. He managed to read the clock on the end table and it said 9:25!  Danielle had told is wife that he would be home by 6:00! He had been asleep for several hours. What had happened?  Danielle fumbled for a light switch.

"Martin?  Martin?  Where are you?  Did you know it is after 9:00?  I really need to get home now.  My wife is going to kill me!  Martin?"  But Martin was nowhere to be found.  Martin was long gone Danielle had slept because Martin had crushed several Ambien tablets and put them in Danielle's champagne.

Danielle ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  He looked awful.  His make-up and hair were a total mess.  And there was Martin's cum caked on his face and in his hair.  "Martin!  Where are you?" he wailed again.  He looked for his purse so he could at least comb his hair and fix his make-up but he couldn't find that either.

But he did find an envelope propped up against the champagne bottle with "Danielle" written on it. Danielle opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside and started reading it:

Dear Stupid Sissy Slut --

By the time you read this I am long gone.  How does it feel to have my semen drying deep inside your sissy ass-pussy and in your throat and on your face?  Does it feel like you've been used as a worthless sissy cum bucket?  It should.  Because that's exactly what you are.

I made you tell me that you loved me. You shouted it while my dick was up your ass! But I want you to know that you meant nothing to me.  You are just a weak, worthless sissy bitch.  Your only value is as a place for real men like me to leave our sperm.

I can't believe how easy you were to manipulate.  You believed every word I said.  I have never met anyone more stupid or more gullible in my entire life.

By the way, I took you purse and your phone.  And I took back the diamond heart necklace.  I will give that to someone I actually care about.

Good luck checking out of the hotel -- the front desk is expecting you to pay.  The room cost $950. I'm not sure how you will handle that without your purse, but I don't really care.

I am sure that you will never forget me.  But I want you to know that I have already forgotten everything about you.

Martin

Danielle had to read the entire letter twice to begin to comprehend what it was saying. And when it sank it, he began to cry.  And cry. His feelings were crushed. He collapsed to the floor, sobbing so hard that he struggled to breathe. His heart was broken and he felt like such a fool and such a failure. Martin's letter was right -- he was just a worthless sissy bitch.

The crying continued for some minutes but as his thoughts cleared, Danielle began to focus on some practical problems he had like getting home and paying for the hotel.  There was no choice but to call his wife and have her come rescue him. So that's what he did.

"Where the fuck are you?" I screamed into the phone when he called.  "You said you would be home at 6:00 and now it's nearly 10:00!  Where are you?"  I was really enjoying this.

Danielle confessed that he wasn't really downtown but instead at the Inn on the Pier and I responded with well rehearsed surprise.  Danielle had to spill everything -- his lying to me, the diamond necklace, having sex with Martin -- everything.  My anger in response was volcanic and Danielle had no defense.

I took my time driving down to the lake and picking him up.  He looked absolutely awful!  His hair was a tangled, gooey mess and his make-up was smeared. Mascara was running down his cheeks from all the crying. The girls at the reception desk couldn't help but giggle when they saw Danielle, a total train wreck, walk through the lobby. I paid the room charge which gave me yet one more stick to beat Danielle with. I had purposely parked my car several blocks away so Danielle could enjoy a nice long "walk of shame" down sidewalks crowded with people out for Saturday night.

Danielle cried and cried the whole way home.  The poor little sissy must have been near total emotional collapse with the combined effect of his extreme heartbreak and his total humiliation.  He repeatedly blubbered about how sorry he was. I remained shocked and furious -- even though he had done everything exactly the way I had hoped he would.

Danielle's waterworks had mostly subsided by the time I pulled the car in the garage.  I turned off the engine but before getting out of the car, I said to him, "You know, Danielle, you have truly disappointed me in so many ways.  Your little "affair" -- and especially your lies to me -- have changed everything. I have made a decision. From now on, you may continue to live here, serving as my maid, keeping the house spotless, making my meals, doing my laundry -- everything -- but I do not want to have to see or hear you.  Ever!  You will do your chores when I am asleep or out of the house or in our -- I mean, my -- room. Otherwise, when I am home, you are to become invisible. You will stay in the storage room in the basement, as quiet as a church mouse. That is where you will live starting immediately. And this is how things will be until -- and if -- I decide that things will change. Do you have any questions?"

The totally defeated little sissy just shook his head. "I can't hear your head shaking. I asked you if you have any questions?" I said with anger welling up in my voice.

"No, Ma'am.  No questions." my sissy whispered meekly.

Then I exploded on him, slapping him violently across the face until my hands hurt. "I told you that I don't want to hear you! What part of that didn't you understand!?!" I was screaming out loud but laughing inside.

The poor confused sissy just bowed his head in total subservience demonstrating that he understood.

"I'm going to bed now. After I'm upstairs you can get out of the car. In the morning after I leave for the day, you can move your things out of the master bedroom and into the basement."

And then for the coup de grace. "Since you were unfaithful to me, I have decided that I am going to have an affair of my own."  Whatever color was left in Danielle's face drained away immediately.  He was devastated. I had succeeded in completely breaking him!  I had restored the proper balance to our dominant wife/submissive sissy husband relationship.

I smiled as I thought about Danielle's diamond heart pendant, hidden from view, hanging between my breasts.  Just imagine how Danielle will feel when he learns that I am going out with Martin next Saturday night!

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.