Birth Control

From Cuckold Marriage:

Not the most effective birth control method, but at least well-intentioned.

Yea, me, too.

Kinky Adventures of Nikkij: Love This Role

She Understands...

There is one cure for a chronic masturbator.

There is one solution for a husband who constantly begs for sex.

There is one prescription for premature ejaculation.

There is one model for establishing control in a relationship.

There is one paradigm for a sissy.

There is one template a wife must follow.

Submission

Cuckold Marriage:

Nothing exercises a cuckold’s submission more than seeing his Domme collared, leashed and kneeling at her Dom’s feet. And, for the Dom, such an expression of submission on behalf of the cuckold’s wife is an incredible turn-on and source of pride in his pets.

So true, so fucking true!

This is how you control a sissy!

"You don't like men? Really? That's not what your sissy clit says," he reached out, grabbed me, squeezed. "Now I expect you to do what you're told, when you're told, are we clear?"

"Yyyyessss, Sir," Kimber moaned, unable to help herself from thrusting her hips back and forth, realizing she was helpless, that she would, MUST do as ordered

He laughed, moving his hands with her thrusts, not allowing even a millimeter of friction, not even a second of pleasure. "No, no, sissy, no, you won't be cumming. Not today, not tomorrow, maybe not ever."

Party

We were at dinner party on Saturday night, an adult, dress up party, where the gentlemen (and one sissy) wore suits and the ladies wore cocktail dresses. Emily spent a fair amount of time flirting with one particular gentleman, the host (his house), a man she had met once before, back when we were engaged. I wasn't present that time, though he flirted with her then, a little, knowing she was engaged.

Saturday night, though, was different, for now he had met me. And within twenty minutes of us arriving and being introduced to me, he was flirting with Emily, more, much more, blatantly, obviously, and most significantly, right in front of me. At one point, when he was in the middle of a story, Emily and I had finished our glasses of wine, he asked her, just her, if he could get her another glass.

Emily said, sure, she'd love another glass. Thinking for half a second, he took the last sip of his, looked to me and said, "I don't want to interrupt the story, why don't you grab another glass for both your beautiful wife and me."

I mumbled acquiescence to his request, his order, instantly confirming his alpha status.

As I was about to walk back to the bar area to get the drinks for them, when, while I was still standing there, he casually slipped his arm around her waist and said, "Come, let me show you the rest of the place while he's getting us our drinks."

Emily and I exchanged a quick look. His actions were so fucking dominant, so fucking BOLD, we both thought the same thing, knew it just by looking at one another.

The significance of the picture? Later, when his attention was distracted by other guests, I asked Emily if she was just flirting or if she was serious. She said she was just flirting, teasing me, but throughly enjoying the reaction she was getting out of both he and I.

"You're going to get yourself into trouble," I chuckled.

"What's he going to do? Pull me across his lap and spank me," she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Because I don't think do anything to stop him if he did, I think you'd like to see that, in fact."

The rest of the night, that's ALL I could think about!

Training

The glass is necessary at first as a sissy often has trouble taking all of a man's cum the first few times. Naturally, sissy will finish what's in the glass-one must not waste cum. Over time, though, the glass will become unnecessary, as sissy learns how to swallow without spilling a drop.

How I want to submit to Emily

My kind of flight

When Women Rule the World

Soul bared

I love this picture, as it reminds me of the look I had the first time Emily saw me dressed like so. Heck, I still get that look sometimes, the demure, the submissive, the slightly humiliated, the embarrassed that I'm a sissy, not a man, the wonder of what will she think of me.

The ultimate in giving, of myself, my soul, to another, to her. What will she think when it sinks in, when she realizes, her man is not a man at all, but a sissy.

Is there something you wanted?

Yes, Em, to kneel at your feet and worship you.


Image from the Bella Bella Boutique: Shady Hedoism Collection

Enjoy

Think of kissing your way up those lines; worshiping the her behind.

Yes, Mistress

When she wears something like this, you say only one thing to her.

Yes, Mistress

Sheer babydoll from BEDTIME FLIRT | Sexy Lingerie

Tux Redux

Why am I on a women in tuxedos kick? I don't know, as I may have said, for the thought of submitting to a gender-bending woman. Whatever the reason, here are a few more along the same line:

Submission to Emily

On Saturday night, after we got home from the show and dinner, I took off my suit, clad in my undergarments, walked up behind Emily, who was in her closet looking at herself in her mirror, similarly dressed only in lingerie.

I kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, each bra strap, licked, slowly, down her spine, down to her garter belt, the thong of her panites.

Emily mumbled something. "What, love," I asked, licking the curve of her ass.

She turned her head towards me. "I said I don't want to screw tonight. Before you go too far, I thought you should know."

She turned all the way around so she faced me, looked down at me. "I mean it," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, knowing she did.

"Do you still want to continue?"

I looked up at her, at her body, at her eyes. Did I want to continue?

"Yes, Ma'am," I said softly, knowing that to continue meant serving her tonight, serving only her, knowing it meant licking her, massaging her, pleasing her.

Surrender.

It meant surrender.

Auction

Tuxedo

I love women in tuxedos. It totally fuels my gender bending, power exchange fantasies.

Submission

Naughty Little Man

Mistress and her maid know how to tease.