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!

 

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 3

By the time Christmas arrived, Tommy and I had been sharing my collection of pretty ladies pajamas for several weeks.  He had wore every set I own at least a few times.  I thought Tommy would enjoy something new.

On Christmas Eve, it is our tradition to open one gift each, saving the rest for Christmas morning.  This year, I had picked out a very special Christmas Eve gift for Tommy to open.

When Tommy opened his gift, he was almost overcome with joy.  Inside was a pretty blue flannel nightgown of his very own.  "Oh Mommy!  I love it!  Can I put it on now?"

"Of course sweetheart," I replied.  And when Tommy returned downstairs in his pretty new nightie, he had a second surprise.  I was wearing the exact same nightie.  "Surprise, sweetheart!  Now we're twins!"  Tommy ran up and hugged me.  He told me he loved me.

I fixed his hair and put a little lipstick and blush on him.  I added just a spritz of the flowery perfume he liked so much.  He was simply lovely in his pretty new nightgown.

We spent all Christmas Eve -- and most of Christmas Day together wearing our matching nightgowns.  And we had a wonderful on Christmas afternoon snuggled up together on the couch under a warm quilt watching chick flicks on TV.  My sweet Tommy cried during "The Notebook."

Over the next few weeks I bought Tommy -- or as I was now calling him -- Tammy -- and me several more pretty matching nightgowns to get us through the cold winter together. 

Mommy's Pajama Sissy - Part 2

When Tommy returned home from school the next afternoon, the first words out of his mouth were, "Mommy, can I dress up in your pretty pajamas?"

I will admit that I was surprised by how anxious and excited Tommy appeared to be to repeat last night's experience.

I told Tommy I would let him wear my pretty pjs as soon as he was done with his homework. Well, Tommy tore into his homework with a vigor I had never seen before.  After about an hour and a half, he announced that he was done.  I took him up to my bedroom where we picked out a light blue floral print set for him to wear.  I again sat him down at my vanity and fixed his hair and put a little make-up and perfume on him.  "There," I announced when I was done.  "Now you look and smell pretty."  He beamed when I said that.

He moved from the vanity to my full-length mirror, where for stood for nearly ten minutes, as he turned and struck various poses, mesmerized by his own girlish reflection.

I changed into my pajamas and we ate dinner together.  He chatted happily about his day -- something that he hadn't done with me for ages. Afterwards he helped me do the dishes without even being asked.  We watched tv together and generally had a wonderful time.

Our pajama fun continued every night. Each evening I would pick out a set of my pretty pajamas for Tommy and each evening he would race through his homework so that he change out of his boy clothes and into my ladies pajamas.  Over the course of that first week, I let him wear a pretty white set with red flowers, a black set with pick flowers, and a very sweet powder blue set.

Of course I knew this was a bit unusual, but it seemed to make him so happy.  And it also brought us much closer together.  He was so engaged and affectionate when he was wearing my pretty pajamas. I soon realized I was enjoying Tommy's unusual fixation with looking and feeling feminine as much as he was.

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 1

Last fall, shortly before Halloween, the weather turned suddenly very cold.  Our house is rather drafty so I wanted to be sure that my teenage son Tommy stayed warm.  But I then discovered that, over the summer, he had outgrown all of his winter pajamas.  Since Tommy and I were about the same size, I suggested to Tommy that he borrow a pair of my flannel pjs.  I handed Tommy a set that was white with a pale blue floral print.  I thought he might protest, but he didn't.

When Tommy emerged from his room wearing my pajamas, I could tell that his mood had brightened.  He went into my bedroom and stood in front of the big mirror, admiring his reflection. "Do you like those pjs, Tommy?"  I asked.

"Oh yes, Mommy.  I do.  I think they are very pretty," he said.  "Mommy," he continued hesitantly, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Pretty?" I responded with surprise.  "Well, I never thought about it, but yes, I suppose you are pretty."

He smiled.  "I want to be pretty.  Pretty like you," he said, still gazing at his reflection.

I was puzzled but also very touched by what he said.  "Well, maybe I can help you to be even prettier," I suggested.  I sat Tommy down at my vanity and started to brush out his hair.  His curly, dirty blonde hair hung down nearly to his shoulders.  As a boy, his long hair gave him a wild, surfer dude look.  But as I brushed it I realized just how pretty his hair was.  I gathered up some of his hair and pinned it up in back.  I brushed out a few tendrils and let them fall to the sides of his face.  I dabbed some pink gloss on his lips and brushed a little blush on his cheeks.  When I asked him if he wanted me to spritz him with a little cologne, he said, "Yes please, Mommy."

Tommy and I proceeded to spend a delightful evening together, both of us wearing pretty flannel pjs.  We snuggled up together under a blanket on the couch and watched tv together, something we hadn't done since Tommy was just a little boy.

That night, I even tucked Tommy into his bed.  He did indeed look very pretty, with his lips and cheeks pinked with my make-up and his brushed out hair falling across the pillows.  I kissed him good night on the forehead and he said, "Thank you Mommy."

As I turned off his light and closed the door to his bedroom, I wondered if this was going to prove to be a one-time event.  I suspected it would not be.

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 8

Sissy Erica returned to the living room, this time wearing a lovely dress in the palest imaginable shade of blue.  The full skirt ended in a pleats at the waist where pretty lace applique ran around Erica's tiny waist.  The dress was elegant and sexy at the same time, with a low cut neckline that revealed Erica's hormone and surgery enhanced cleavage.

"Oh my," I said as Erica modeled his latest dress.  "He is the epitome of ladylike elegance and femininity in that outfit."

"I agree," replied Ms. Trainer. "I think this dress suits our little Erica perfectly."

"Erica, did you make friends with the other little sissies that were here with you this summer?" I asked.

Sissy Erica didn't seem to know how to answer.  He looked over to Ms. Trainer for guidance or permission or something.

"Well now," Ms. Trainer answered for Sissy Erica.  "That is a very interesting question.  I am so glad you asked.  I'm sorry to report that Erica didn't do so well in making friends with the other sissy students this summer."

"Oh dear," I replied.  "Erica, whatever was your problem?"  I felt myself getting cross with Erica and wanting to punish him.  It was a good feeling after being away from him all summer.

Ms. Trainer explained.  "You see, we had a little fun at Sissy Erica's expense this summer.  Since he was the prettiest, most feminine and best trained sissy, we thought it would be fun to make the other sissies extra jealous of him."

I noticed Erica react to Ms. Trainer's words.  This was clearly new information he was hearing for the first time.

"Oh yes," Ms. Trainer continued.  "After a training exercise we would often compliment Erica on his performance and tell the other sissies that their performances were terrible.  We would threaten to punish the other sissies because they weren't as perfect as Erica.  We would also tell the other sissies that Erica was getting extra food because he was such a good sissy.  Sometimes, we even told the other sissies that Erica had tattled on them, and gotten them in trouble and subjected to more punishments."

"But I never did any of those things!" Erica blurted out.  "I never tattled and I never got extra food!  I never meant to make the other sissies mad at me!" He broke into tears as he spoke.

Ms. Trainer promptly slapped Erica hard across the face and screamed, "Sissies do not speak unless spoken to!  For God's sake, didn't you learn anything this summer.  Stupid sissy."  Ms. Trainer tore the little jacket off Erica's narrow shoulders and shouted, "Now just stand there -- SILENTLY -- while I finish speaking."  Her fury subsided and she continued, "Of course you didn't do those things, Erica, but the other sissies didn't know that, now did they?"

"Well anyway, the other sissies really resented Sissy Erica and that was great fun to watch.  Poor Erica was all alone in every sense this summer."

"What did the other sissies do to Erica?" I asked.

"You're going to love this," Ms. Trainer said.  At night, all our four of sissies would sleep together in one king size bed.  Wearing nothing but their corsets and curlers.  It's a very sexy, sensuous scene, as you might imagine.  Anyway, the other sissies would...take advantage of Erica at bedtime.  What the sissies didn't know is that we added a dose of ground up Viagra to the other sissies' dinner rations  So by the time they climbed into their shared bed with your gorgeous little Erica, their resentment and desire were both inflamed.  So they would take turns fucking little Erica here, two sissies holding Erica down while the third sissy pounded Erica's tight little ass."

Erica went into uncontrollable sobbing reliving the horrors of the past 12 weeks.

"And the best part is, we filmed this little rape scene every night!  I have hours and hours of hot, rough sissy sex action on tape starring Erica.  I have some friends who are editing it down.  They think we can get 8 or 10 hours of the best material and make some good money selling it on DVDs and the internet."

"Isn't that exciting, Erica?" I said. "You're going to be a movie star!"

Sissy Priscilla Part 2 -- A Sissy Wedding Fantasy

For the past few weeks, I have been planning a very special weekend for my sissy daughter, Priscilla.  It all started when I was at a Thrift Shop and I happened to find a beautiful wedding gown in Priscilla's size for just $20.  Of course I bought it.  Here is the plan I came up with -- as soon as it was warm enough, we would rent a little cottage in the country for the weekend.  We would make the whole weekend about Priscilla's wedding fantasy!  Priscilla was so excited when I explained this to him and when I showed him the wedding dress.  I told him how we would do his hair and make up just so and then take a million photos of him as a blushing bride.  I had a few more surprises planned -- but that was all I wanted Priscilla to know about in advance.

We chose a weekend in late April and found the perfect little cottage to rent with a lovely property for taking wedding photos.  When the weekend finally arrived, I thought my darling little Priscilla was going to burst with excitement!

We drove out to the cottage on Friday afternoon, after Priscilla had come home from school and had a chance to change out of his boy clothes and into his girl clothes.  I already had everything we needed packed in the car so off we went.  We had a light dinner and afterwards I dressed Priscilla in a lovely vintage Vanity Fair peignoir set in the softest peach.  He looked so lovely as I tucked him into bed and kissed him tonight.  I wished him sweet dreams and urged him to get a good night's sleep before our exciting Saturday.

At sunrise, I brought Priscilla some toast and tea in bed and we started our day. After Priscilla showered, we spent the next couple of hours getting him all prettied up for his wedding fantasy. He started with his hair which was now almost down to his shoulders.  I watched him as he brushed in hair out in the mirror.  He seemed so happy and so natural getting ready to be a bride for the day.

Next I helped him into the lovely vintage gown I had bought for him.  I buttoned up his dress in back.  I felt so happy having the opportunity to dress my lovely bride-daughter -- even though my only child was a boy!  Since I never had a real daughter of my own, I thought this day would never come for me.  Yet here I was -- the happiest mother-of-the-bride that ever was!

Then he finished doing his make-up and voila!  My little boy was now a lovely, blushing bride.  He looked so beautiful!  I felt so proud and so happy as I looked at my little boy-bride.  

We spent the next 20 minutes pinning a wreath of fresh pink and white roses on his head.  He insisted that it had to be perfect.  It took me about ten separate tries to get it positioned to his satisfaction.  I was astonished just how much my little boy was acting like a real bride on her real wedding day.  Finally his floral crown was just right and he was complete!!!!

I picked up my camera and started taking photos for the next two hours.  We took photos everywhere -- in the cottage and around the lovely grounds. I could tell that my sweet Priscilla was having the time of his life pretending to be a bride for a day. 

I was happy that my sissy son was having fun, but as his mother I also felt some sadness.  Of course I knew that as a sissy, my son had no real friends -- and had certainly never had a real romantic experience of his own.  Real boys shun sissies like my son.  They really have nothing in common after all and could never be friends.  And sissies are too weak and too fearful to develop meaningful relationships with girls.  So while I was delighted to bring joy into Sissy Priscilla's life for one afternoon, the fact that it was just a pretend fantasy made me a bit sad.



But I had more surprises in store for Priscilla this afternoon -- something that he would never have anticipated.  I was nervous that perhaps I had gone too far -- but I was also far too excited to stop.

 

"Priscilla, darling," I called after taking a few dozen photos by the pond.  "I think it is time for us to go back inside now."

I could see a hint of disappointment on Priscilla's face when I said that, assuming that his day as a bride was coming to close.  But of course, he had no idea what further surprises I had for him.

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- part 4

Martin had ordered some champagne from room service which was a very good idea because even though Danielle was excited by everything that was happening to him, he was also very frightened.  The champagne helped to settle his nerves.

"Martin," Danielle said softly, "I need you to know that I've never done this before."

"That's OK," Martin replied coolly, "I've done it lots."

Danielle wasn't exactly sure how this was going to work. If he took off all his clothes, he wouldn't look like a girl anymore and that would spoil the effect for Danielle -- and maybe for Martin too. So while Martin was in the bathroom, Danielle pulled out a sexy nightgown that he managed to stuff in his purse before leaving.  He slipped his nightgown on over his well-padded bra and panties. Danielle freshened his lipstick, put on a bit more perfume and checked himself out in the mirror.  He was very satisfied that he looked pretty and sexy in his nightgown. And with his bra and pads in place, he had all the right curves.  His fantasy was intact; he was a beautiful woman about to have sex with a handsome man.  He slipped on the hotel robe and waited.

Martin emerged from the bathroom looking very sexy. He was also wearing a hotel robe. They made out for a few heavenly minutes. Then Danielle dropped his robe to the floor, revealing his sexy nightgown. Martin looked admiringly at Danielle and gave him a little wolf whistle. "Let's get under the covers," he said.  And so they did. And then the action began.

Martin took control and directed Danielle every step of the way.  And Danielle did everything -- everything -- Martin told him to do.  It started with Danielle stroking and massaging Martin's cock, which made it get stiff.  Danielle was amazed by how big Martin's cock was! It seemed to keep growing and growing the more Danielle played with it. It was at least ten times as big as Danielle's tiny penis.

Then Danielle was instructed to kiss and suck on Martin's cock.  Martin started pumping slowly back and forth in Danielle's mouth. Danielle struggled to fit much of Martin's giant dick in his mouth but he tried his best.  Then Martin's rocking started to get faster and stronger.  After a few minutes, Martin was forcing powerful, deep thrusts into Danielle's mouth, forcefully holding Danielle's head in place so his cock was snaking into Danielle's virgin throat.  And that is when Martin started cumming for the first time.  It seemed to Danielle that a gallon of hot semen was flooding into his mouth.  "Swallow it!  Swallow, bitch!" Martin growled.  Danielle never heard him talk like that but figured it was what real men say when they're excited.

Danielle's ass was next and Martin was ready to do again after just a few minutes rest.  Martin smeared lube on his dick and on Danielle's ass. He positioned Danielle on all fours and then he went to town.  For Danielle, it was very painful at first, having a giant cock rammed up his butt for the very first time. But after a few minutes it started to feel good and Danielle enjoyed the feeling of giving his man such pleasure. Just like before the thrusting start slowly but picked up speed and power as Martin's excitement built. He fucked Danielle hard.  With one arm wrapped around Danielle's waist, he used his free arm to spank Danielle's ass -- hard -- in time with his thrusts. "Say you love me, bitch!  Say it!  Say it now and say it loud!" he yelled at Danielle. Danielle didn't like being called "bitch" but he did as he was told.  "I love you, Martin.  I love you!" he said as loud as he could. As Martin came inside Danielle's ass, Danielle's little dick exploded too, spilling his cum all over the sheets.

Martin wasn't done.  He had taken three Viagra pills as soon as they had checked in.  He shoved his filthy dick back into Danielle's mouth and Danielle didn't protest. After several minutes of more rough thrusting, Danielle could tell Martin was about ready to cum again. Danielle prepared himself to swallow another flood of semen.  But Martin didn't cum in Danielle's mouth. Instead, Martin pulled out of his mouth just before cumming, shooting wads of hot cum into Danielle's face and hair.

Martin climbed out of bed and let out a little chuckle as he looked at the cum soaked sissy mess lying there. "Here," Martin said, handing Danielle his champagne glass, "have a drink."

 "Are you coming back to bed?" Danielle purred.  "I want to snuggle."

"Sure, I'll be there in just a minute," Martin said.  Danielle pulled the sheets up to his chin and promptly fell asleep.

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

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

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

I had no idea what she was suggesting.

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

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

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

I couldn't believe this was really happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Completing My Husband's Sissy Journey - Part 3

Tonight, Marcus, Colette and I are "staying in" for the evening.  Colette prepared a lovely dinner for the three of us.  After he had finished clearing the dishes, Colette and I went up to our bedroom to get ready for the rest of the evening.

Colette took off the pretty little black dress he had been wearing and changed into a sexy outfit I had bought for him -- a silk brochade corset in the deepest green, sheer black opera gloves, and black seamed stockings. I had him slip on his sexiest shoes -- black platforms with a 6 inch heel.  He looked so beautiful as he stood in front of the mirror to brush his hair and to freshen his red red lipstick.  I noticed with great pleasure how his diet of female hormones combined with the corset was making his bottom look so soft and round.

I could see that Colette was getting nervous about what was about to happen so I gave him a Valium to settle him down a bit.  

I changed into a lacy black negilgee.  Almost as sexy as Colette's outfit but much more comfortable.

I posed Colette on the edge of a chair and invited Marcus into the bedroom.  When he saw the two of us in our sexy black outfits I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.  Marcus told Colette to stand and to turn around so he could enjoy the view of sexy Colette from every angle.  "That is one fine looking sissy!" Marcus said appreciatively.




























I wrapped my arms around our handsome lover.  "Well, Marcus, where do you want to begin.  Would you like us to suck your dick together?" I asked.  "Or maybe you'd like to fuck me while Colette tongues you asshole?"

"Nah," he replied.  "The sissy can wait.  I just want to have sex with you for a while."

"OK, darling.  Whatever you want.  Colette, sweetie, please go wait in ths closet until Marcus and I are done," I instructed. The combination of the wine from dinner and the Valium were having an effect on Colette. Obediently, he walked into the closet as he had done on other occassions when Marcus and I needed some alone time.  I closed the closet door and Marcus and I made passionate (and very loud!) love while Colette listened and waited in the closet. 

After Marcus had fully satisfied -- and exhausted -- me, he called out, "Sissy!  Get in here!"  Colette emerged from the closet.  "Get on the bed," Marcus instructed.



"Oh!" I exclaimed.  "He looks so pretty.  Let me take some photos before you two have sex!" I said.  I grabbed my camera and had Colette assume a variety of sexy photos on the bed.  Marcus was clearly getting turned on watching this, his huge cock already starting to get hard again.

I kept taking photos as Marcus used poor little Colette for his enjoyment, first with Colette's mouth and then with his "sissy pussy."  I have a whole collection of Colette's "action photos" posted on the web.

When Marcus was finally done cumming in my sweet little Colette, he told Colette to go sleep in the guest room so he could spend the rest of the night with me alone.  As Colette was about to leave the bedroom I said, "Colette, aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh yes, of course," he replied. "Thank you for fucking me Mr. Marcus.  And thank you for fucking and pleasuring my wife in ways I never could."

"You're welcome, sissy," Marcus replied.  "Now get out."  And with that, Colette retreated to the little guest room for the night, a little unsteady in his high heels on account of the wine, the Valium and the serious fucking he had just had endured.

Elegant Sissy at Bedtime

Knowing that his Master demanded absolute Sissy perfection, Sissy Lisa spent hours each evening preparing himself for bedtime to ensure that his Master was pleased.  Sissy Lisa made sure that his hair and make-up were sexy and elegant.  He donned the luxurious night gown and robe that had been an "anniversary" gift from his Master.  Tonight they were celebrating the 6 month anniversary of Sissy Lisa's enslavement to his Master.

 
"Oh baby, you are so hot!"said his Master as Sissy Lisa made his grand entrance into the Master bedroom.  "Now get over here and wrap those pretty Sissy lips around my big fat cock."