Saturday, December 29, 2012

Now i am a girl


you are twenty-three years old. you are an Officer in the Army. you have been wearing panties since your first anniversary. you have to sit to pee. you spent a week naked, partially naked, and wearing panties and skirts in front of your Mother-In-Law. your wife is teaching you to clean house, cook, iron cloths, spanks you for mistakes or Her pleasure, and you are eating your own cum from your Mistresses Golden Pussy. Then, while wearing pantyhose and a sweat suit with side zipper bottoms, you are called a “girl”. At the same time you cum in your new pantyhose, after just a couple of strokes, and your wife becomes your Mistress in an instant. What should you think? What should you do? How should you react?

i took a deep breath, let out a guttural sigh, and tried to hold back my tears. Driving a car in pantyhose, quickly thinking about everything since our anniversary and feeling your Mistress begin to play with your little clitty, yelling, “i am not a girl” hardly seems appropriate or valid. A sudden confrontation with our and my reality, i really did like wearing panties, pantyhose, skirts, my home uniform, and everything Mistress Barbara has been doing since our anniversary. Given the state of my little erection, i really could not deny my enjoyment. In fact, the entire contradiction between my anatomy and my dress was, in itself, exciting. Panties and pantyhose were more exciting than my boy underwear. Being naked or partially naked in front of my Mistress and/or Her Mom was exciting. Yes, at work i was a leader. At home, i was, and am, a subservient submissive girl. I loved Mistress Barbara and we both knew i would do exactly as She directed me. Yes, i became a submissive girl with a wonderful Mistress in the mist of a great orgasm.

Mistress Barbara’s taunting and teasing on our drive home from Regensburg did start me thinking about being a girl. In Mistress Barbara’s planed, slow, but deliberate fashion, in the back of my mind, i started considering being Mistress Barbara’s girl. Walking into the house in my pantyhose and sweat top, i actually thought i needed to learn to walk like a girl. For a brief moment, i thought i needed heels. When standing just inside the door, and Mistress Barbara brought me to a very rapid climax, i was emotionally drained. Yes, my knees did go weak. If Mistress Barbara was not holding me, i would have gone to my knees. Spending the remainder of the day in my cum soaked pantyhose was powerful. Even today, i consider it a major event. As reinforcement, Mistress Barbara wore only Her pantyhose all afternoon. While Her’s were dry and unstained, She also showed me that i was not wearing a bra.

After making dinner, Mistress Barbara had us put on our sweat suits again and go to a movie on base. Sitting in the theater, in my now dry cakey pantyhose, kept me hard through the movie. Of course, Mistress Barbara stroking me every now and then also kept me hard.

Mistress Barbara elected to drive home. Once passed the base gate, She told me to remove my pants bottoms again. We continue home and into the house with me showing off my pantyhose. It was all worth it, because our love making had us playing with and ripping off each others pantyhose. We had massive climaxes and i cleaned up every drop from Mistress Barbara’s Golden Pussy.

Yes guys, there are great benefits to becoming your Mistress’s girl. i recommend you submit yourself to Her rule. 

Outdoor Activities Can Provide New Adventures


Germany in the early seventies provided us a great opportunity to travel, experiment, and grow. We always have to maintain the distinction between our work on our Army base and our own developing Female Lead Marriage. Introducing Lt k to panties and lakeside love making made a very exciting first anniversary. The mountains, rivers, lakes, and trails around Garmisch-Partenkirchen provide great stimulus and excitement for an officer and gentleman wearing panties. 
                                                       
The training before Mom’s visit was slow and a lot of fun. However, Mom’s visit certainly stepped up Lt k’s advancement toward his sissy future. At the time we did not use the term sissy, but having him exposed in front of Mom, subjecting him to Mom’s whims and control, and allowing Mom to play with, spank, and fuck him was certainly a life changing event for all of us. Punishing Mom, shaving Her, and placing Her directly under My control was a change for the entire family. As you recall, I ordered Her to immediately place dad in panties and begin to change him. 

Lt k’s domestic training continued after Mom’s visit. Cleaning a room each night made his task very systematic. There was ample time for reading, love making, spanking, and socializing. Creating our table top signaling system was great and has served us for over forty years. It really did not take very long to get him comfortable with being naked or nearly naked in the house. Removing his cloths immediately upon entering the house was a strong recognition of his subservient position and My superiority. Insisting he wear panties when we went out and he was off-duty became second nature to him. On the nights I would make him wear a skirt driving home from an event became fun and acceptable to him. All of this training was carried off at a reasonable pace, with lots of positive reinforcement for Me, and Mom (via Her letters), and a balanced amount of punishment spankings, discipline spankings, and love making spanking. Discipline and love making spanking were purely for My pleasure. Yes, the discipline spanking were (and still are) much harsher than love making spankings. One of the most convenient advancement for Me was teaching him to enjoy eating his cum from My Golden Pussy. During our first year of marriage, I would get up after fucking and go to the bathroom to wipe Myself clean. Ladies, if You are still cleaning Yourselves, You owe it to Yourself to teach Your sub to lick-up her own cum directly from Your Golden Pussy.

Our social activities, movies, card playing; O Club events, festivals, and shopping were great and increased as we became more comfortable with the base social scene. Quickly, Lt k was wearing panties to all these events. It was fun, knowing we were different from everyone else.

In this period, there was a wonderful German event starting and growing called “Volklaufe”. It was a family, friendship, and fitness program run in different villages and cities. For a small entry fee, you joined with others to walk around a course set up in the village. At the end, you receive a pin or ribbon showing the town name and the distance you walked. The ribbon and attached medallion were wonderful mementoes. Each walk became a great way to spend a Saturday morning. We would walk by ourselves, with American friends, or with new German friends we would meet at the event.

Over the course of the late summer and fall, we completed walks in Regensburg, Auerbach, Sulzback-Rosenbery, Amberg, Erlangen, and Nuremberg. The walks included segments of the village proper, marketplace, the adjacent farm lands, and often some small but dense forests. The hard part was finding the start point. Once registered, given a map, and pointed in the right direction, we could walk at our own pace. At major intersections there were friendly volunteers to keep you going in the right direction. As fall and winter approached, we discovered that temperatures and dampness could vary. Alone the walk you could be warm and cold as you moved between sunny streets and shady woods.

Sweat suits were also becoming standard casual dress for many Germans. Most suits were simply, yet colorful. For Me, it presented a new opportunity for Lt k and I. While I could not have k wearing a skirt on the walks, I could have us in matching sweat suits. With the unisex nature of the suits we could dress alike, right down to our panties under our suits. I purchased matching suits for us. Some had no zippers, some had side zippers, and some had front zippers. I liked wearing the front zippers since they made Me feel slightly stronger and more masculine. The suits without zippers and side zipper were barely noticeable, so it did not matter if k felt feminine. In fact, that was the point, without making it to obvious. Besides, since we were both wearing panties, our sweat suits maintained k’s subservient position. If anyone noticed the lack of a front zipper, no one made any comment. I never noticed a second look either. As the weather got colder, we did wear our unisex suits more frequently. I even insisted he wear them on base and shopping at the PX.
 
The Volklaufe’s and the cooler temperatures also gave Me a change to introduce Lt k to pantyhose.  While warm, the sweat suits were not always warm enough. The Friday before one of our walks, we went by a rack of pantyhose at the PX. I quickly stopped and pick out a couple a pairs for k and I. Before, we left for our Saturday morning event in Regensburg; I told k we would be wearing pantyhose on our walk to stay warm. While confused, he knew better than to object. he had seen me put on enough pantyhose, so he sat on the bed and put his pantyhose on like a pro.

Our walk that morning was great. We stayed warm. We had lunch with some new friends in the city market after the walk. When k had to go to the bathroom, he was reminded of his status as he pulled his pantyhose down to pee. In fact, when he returned to our lunch table, I could tell he was as hard as he could get. Clearly, he was enjoying his pantyhose. I decide he would wear hose more often.

On the drive home I teased and taunted him. I told him My little girl really did like his panties and now his pantyhose. he was surprised by My reference to “My little girl”. It was the first time I called him a girl. After I said it, I was uncertain about My use of the term. I knew I needed to provide some reassurances and head off any withdrawal or possibly any retreat. I quickly reached over to rub her “funny little thing”. “k, you know I love you, and you know you love wearing your scrub top and panties, you love it when you wear a skirt for Me, and you know panties and shirts are women’s clothes. you also know, I want you to wear panties and skirts, and now pantyhose. you know I love to see you over My knee, or bent over a chair when I spank you. you know how happy it makes Me when you do exactly as I tell you. Remember how much fun you had when Mom was here. you showed off your funny little thing for Her. Wow, you know your funny little thing is growing now. you know you liked Mom playing with you, especially when She did not have My permission. you certainly liked helping Me punish Her. I know you loved Me allowing you to fuck Her, didn’t you?” k could not speak, he was so excited. I could see her eyes watering and her breath quickening. her girly clitty was telling the truth again. At this point, I decided “girl” was a good term for her. From now on, I would use the term more frequently. I would instruct Mom to refer to dad and k as “girls” whenever possible. I would even have My sister Kate call k a girl when possible, or refer to him as My girlfriend. I figured being referred to as a girl in a letter would be very powerful.

On this particular ride home, I would bring her up to a point of intense excitement, but then stop. I wanted her to leak a little cum, then, I would stop. Fifteen or so minutes later, I would talk to My girlfriend again. Again bring Her up, only to stop again. By the time we arrived home, I had told her about the fun she would have wearing stockings and garter, flats, and heels. Honestly, she was a wreck when we arrived home. While it was not dark, there was no one around, so I told her to remove her swear pants and walk in front of Me so I could admire her pantyhose. When we got inside the house, I reached around her, hugged her tightly, whispered how much I loved my special girlfriend. It only took a couple of strokes of her funny little thing, hard and restricted by her pantyhose, before it exploded in a huge climax. her knees went weak, but I held her up and tight. Then I whispered, “thank you dear for showing me how much you love being my girlfriend. I love you. k dear, since you are now My pantyhose girl friend, you shall now call Me Mistress Barbara here at home, and when we are with friends who know your position. For the moment that is just family, but one day we may share your girlly status with other. Do you understand?” Yes Mistress Barbara, i understand; thank You”. “Now go put your scrub top on, do not touch your pantyhose. I want to see your pretty cum soaked pantyhose. I want you to enjoy the sign of your acceptance of girl status, and Me as your life long Mistress. Later, we will make love. If it makes you feel any better, I am going to direct Mom and Kate to refer to you as My girlfriend. It is going to be so much better having more girls in the family”.

This was another big step for k. From then on he started thinking of himself as a girl. At first, she only thought about her girl status when she was wearing panties, pantyhose, stockings and garters, skirts, and her household uniform. The real goal was to start her thought process. It would be years before she became a real sissy, but the transition had started, and with the help of Mom and Kate, I had a reinforcement program started. Even more importantly, k now recognized his girlly position would be for the rest of his life, and I would be her Mistress. A complete change in acknowledged status in less that one year. 

I now had another clothing option for k. As it turned out, at that time, German homes did not have central heat. We had a little kerosene heater in each room except the bedroom. Pantyhose around the house allow k to stay warm during the cold months, and gave me full view of her truth meter. I can assure You, I never had any doubt about how much she enjoyed wearing pantyhose. A simple item You can try. Pantyhose provide You a big payoff.

New Year’s is coming. If You did not buy Your sub pantyhose for Christmas, buy her a pair of Your New Year’s celebration.  I wish you great joy… 

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Merry Christmas

Miss Barbara had a much better year than we expected. Her daease is progressing, just not as rapidly as it has in previous years. We are going to try to make a Christmas trip this year.

We wish everyone a Merry Christmas. We hope Mistress Santa is good to everyone and brings every sissy an appropriate toy. We certainly know each sissy will take special care of her Mistress or Master.

Hugs and kisses to everyone. Please be safe and satisfy everyone...

Mistress Barbara and sissy maid k

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Summary Festivals and a Seed


I now believe My progress toward a Female Led Marriage could have been faster. However, given the type and importance of work Lt k did, I felt compelled to be very careful and keep our private adventure to ourselves. Our current perspective is, in itself, a lesson. You make Your decisions at the time and with the facts, ideas, opportunities, and support of Your sub at the moment. he may not think he is Your sub, but if You have decided he is, then it is only a matter of time before he realizes it. You move at Your pace, teaching him what You want. Your pace, by definition, is the correct pace. You do not have to tell the world You are in-charge of everything. Over time, it will be apparent. The degree of Your public display of superiority is Your choice, and only Your choice. Therefore, embrace Your wisdom and power and have fun.

Summer and fall were great training months. Visiting with friends with Lt k in panties was to get him comfortable in panties. he could not wear panties to work, but he was always in panties after work and off duty. We did as much as we could to be part of the base community. At sports events, I did allow him to wear his joke strap. Years later he learned her joke strap was a thong.

We went to a lot of beer festivals over the summer and fall. It seemed that almost every village held a festival. On weekend, we gather many of the single guys, filled a couple of cars, and had a night of fun. For Lt k and I, part of the fun was knowing k was wearing his panties. I also knew that some night’s k would be wearing a skirt home after we dropped off the guys.

One event was a surprise. We did not realize it at the time, but years later it opened the door to cuckolding. The youth group on base planned a long weekend trip to Salzburg, Austria to visit The Marble Hall in Mirabellplatz. Our new friends Richard and Jan agreed to join us as an advance team to set up a camp ground for the kids. The four us left a day early in our own cars. Richard and Jan brought along their friend Dave. Richard and Jan are a nice couple. Richard was an intellectual, including the glasses, and Jan was smaller than I was, but very cute. Richard and Jan eventually became a US Foreign Service Officer. Dave worked hard, but did not have many friends.

In any case, we arrived at the camp grounds in Salzburg. There was not much set up work for us. Almost everything was in place. Ample tents had been rented, and set-up. The bathrooms and showers were excellent. There were plenty of tables for serving meals. Salzburg is a pretty city. We walked around a little and had a nice meal. It was dark when we returned to the camp ground.

I was not, and still not, a camper. In general, if it does not have a rug on the ground, I do not have to be there. Richard, Jan, k, and I shared a tent. Dave slept in our car, since it had a mattress in the fold down back seat. We each brought sheets and blankets for sleeping. I was amazed at how dark it was inside the tent. k and I climbed in bed first. Under the blankets, we stripped down to our panties. Since we were alone, k snuggled up to My back with his panty cover “funny little thing” nestled at my butt. he slipped his finger under My panties and into My pussy. I was enjoying the attention and the feel of his “little thing” growing in his panties. As we were getting hot, and just after My panties were off, Richard and Jan crawled into the tent. We did not move; we did not say a word; we just remained still, with k’s finger in My wet pussy.

Richard and Jan climbed in under their sheet and removed their clothes. k was moving his finger very slowly and I had reached back to hold his little cock. We stayed as quite as possible. I was on my side and looking at Richard and Jan. Based on the dark shadows, it appeared to Me they we also on their sides, and Jan was facing Me. Continuing to be as quite as possible, k slipped his funny little cock in My pussy. Moving slowly and very quietly, I enjoyed our rather naughty and adventurous love making. For the first time, we were fucking each other with another couple within an arms reach.

Just a few minutes later, our love making adventure took a surprising turn. While I could not see Richard and Jan in any more detail than a shadow, and I did not recognize any love making movement, as I hoped they could not see us moving, there came for their side of the tent the very clear sound of sloppy wet juicy fucking. Both Jan and I made a muffled little gasp of surprise. However, without saying a word, each of us began fucking our lovers. At his point Jan and I were enjoying our lovers and the added excitement of fucking next to each other. As Jan and I vocally enjoyed our respective orgasms, our friend Dave, yelled from outside the tent – “hay, be quiet in there and get to sleep”. Needless to say, the four of us just roared with laughter. k and I feel asleep with his funny little thing squeezed between My thighs.

Salzburg was a wonderful trip for us. Just remember, some early events can lead to greater adventure later in life. 

Saturday, December 8, 2012

A Current Observation


As noted in earlier posts, Mistress Barbara‘s health prevents Her from travelling. In the past, we traveled together for business and pleasure. In the days before the TSA security procedures, Mistress Barbara would have me travel in my chastity device, or pantyhose, or garter, stockings, panties, and bra under my pants and shirt. Honestly, i miss those days.

However, even today, i still have to travel for business. Although we are both senior citizens, i still have to make trips to Europe, Middle East, Africa, and the Far East. i recently completed such a trip that was immediately followed by a US trip. i observed many Women dressed both powerfully and provocatively thanks to the wonders of new materials. More encouragingly and importantly, Woman were directing their males to do almost everything. It was clear They were in charge. The commands the Women issued were natural and normal. Their male’s compliance was also natural and normal. For the betterment of everyone, Women are more often than thought, the head of the household. Mistress Barbara and i, want to encourage Women to take greater control and their males to become more submissive.

Through the eyes of an old sissy, spandex, lycra, leather, boots, platform shoes, translucent dresses, and other contemporary clothing materials are very exciting. i think they show off a Women’s assets, which reflect the confidence and pride They have in Their own bodies and personalities. i see the magnitude of these changes as the advancement Women.

Honestly, it also leaves me jealous. i wish Mistress Barbara could be ordering me around on these trips. i also wish i could be wearing some of the outfits. However, even today, the business world is not ready to buy from me when i am standing before them in a suite and high heels. What they do not know; i am wearing panties.

i miss traveling with Mistress Barbara. i just have to observe and wish i could where high heeled boots and dress more provocatively.   

Second Half of our Second Year


Miss Barbara accurately described how She taught me to eat my own cum. For me, it was simply an advance of our love making. Her approach was fun, subtle, and gave Her great pleasure for the rest of Her life. i consider cum sucking from Her pussy, regardless of the source, another sign of my love and respect for Her.

In this period we also began to slap each others’ ass during love making. It developed in the passion of fucking. Whoever was on the bottom began to slap the others ass. The sound and the feeling of each slap increase the excitement and passion of our love making. This form of slapping seemed to be quite normal. i also think the excitement of slapping lead to two other activities.

When i was allowed on top, Miss Barbara began to alternate between slapping my ass and finger my asshole. Surface play quickly lead to a small amount of insertion, followed a couple of weeks later of full finger insertion. Miss Barbara also encouraged me to finger Her ass as well. This became great fun for us. As a nurse, Miss Barbara also recognized the potential dirt associated with fecal matter. She quickly required extreme cleaning after each bowl movement. Just for fun, She would jam Her finger up my ass when i was cooking or cleaning the house. When She expected a heavy night of ass play, we shared an enema. Yes, this did lead to a dildo and cock in my sissy clit, but that was many years later. For the early years, it was just the two of us playing with each other.

Our love slapping i also lead to discipline spankings. i worked hard at not making mistakes and earning demerits. Yes, Miss Barbara did create a demerit system that earned me spankings and corner time. However, many times i had no demerits and Miss Barbara still spanked me. She would say, “this is just for My fun”. Since my ass belonged to Her, She could do as She please with it. Those “just because” spanking were a sign of our mutual love. As you may recall, She grew up in a house where a punishment belt was always visible and not used. We now had a visible punishment belt and it was used on me. As Her Mom discover, Miss Barbara was happy to use it on everyone in the family.

As You advance in Your own dominance over Your sub, spanking does lead to better discipline. You do not have to leave cuts or deep black and blue marks each time You spank Your sub. A red ass makes the point. Spanking in any position works, however, over-the-knee spankings always rapidly provoked my erection. A couple of dozen firm spanks over a prolonged period are very effective for changing behavior. For example, twenty-four spanks with a belt or paddle every hour for four or five hours delivers a strong humiliating message. Miss Barbara would spank me this way. Then she would bend me over in the corner and immediately fucked and slapped my ass. If i had an orgasm, i had to catch my cum in my hand, then eat it while She spanked me again. i will tell you; this punishment was always memorable and very humiliating. In the later years, this process was carried-out with other family members present. i expect Mistress Barbara will have more to say about those events.

my points here are to encourage everyone to try this lifestyle. Everyone will be better in the long run. Ass training and spanking are both a source of fun, a sign of mutual respect and love, and discipline. As a Dominant Woman, or a submissive male, these are activities worth including in your life. 

Friday, December 7, 2012

Years of Learning, Before Knowing


When we started this blog, our goal was to describe how our lifestyle developed. By sharing the seemingly slow development we might help others realize there is not single way to a loving, respectful, Female Led Marriage, or Female Led Relationship. There is no firm rule that all men want or are submissive. There is not firm rule that all Women are Dom’s. There is also no firm rule that the contrary is true either. It is a choice of the individuals in the relationship.

If you are young, and feel or know you are a submissive boy, your sub life will be easier if you are luck enough to find or be found by a Dominant girl friend. If you work hard and grow in love and respect for your Dominant, She might ask you to marry Her. i was really lucky as this was my case. While i like to think i ask Barbara to marry me, the reality is She lead me to the correct position.

The hard part is those of you who deny your submissive self, find a girl friend/wife with no knowledge of a dominant lifestyle, or is generally a submissive person themselves. Converting a reluctant girl friend or wife is not easy. If you find yourself in such a position, start talking right away. You must work together to find common ground and interests that will lead to a life that works for both of you. If you cannot reach anything beyond “may be I’ll try”, may be your Girl Friend should send you packing. you may have to start a new search.

If you are married, but your wife is reluctant to become your Mistress and Dominant, may be our slow approach will help Her find the benefits of a Female Led Marriage. Today, apposed to forty years ago, i think women are already family leaders and are more open to seeking, finding, and taking control of the entire family. It is only a mater of how overtly She engages in exercising Her control. We hope our blog offers some elements of help.

It did take me many years to consider myself a crossdresser, sissy, sissy maid, or cuckhold. i was certainly happy with Barbara, Miss Barbara, then Mistress Barbara controlling me and then our family. She was a natural leader. She liked being the leader. She was great as the leader. i loved Her and was very happy doing everything She for Her. We did talk about everything; the good and bad; the fun and not fun; the acceptable and unacceptable. This point is very important. While She made the final decision, my input was important and always part of Her decision. Perhaps the most critical decision was sucking my first cock. i was not really excited about sucking cock, unless it was the one She wore and used in me. However, She made it very clear i would suck cock, swallow, and enjoy it. Well, of course She was right. However, we were married more than four years before i sucked my first cock. The point, this is not a drag race. Take your time, talk, and move at an acceptable pace. 

Routine Developments


In our early Army period, we did visit with friends to play contract bridge, or go to a movie, or have a drink at the “O Club”. Since these were after work activities, Lt. k did have to wear her panties. Often, I would have a skirt in the car for k to wear home. However, since everyone was associated with our work in a foreign country, we did not express or display our lifestyle. Again, we never wanted our approach to life to interfere with work.

Throughout the first two years of our marriage we did experiment with sexual positions and play. My natural lust and enjoyment of sex, along with the magazines we had access to, allowed Me the latitude to tried many positions, locations, and techniques. I realized My satisfaction was the most important element of our sex. I hope all you ladies realize this quickly; it is about Your satisfaction, not his. he can and should enjoy satisfying You. From My perspective, teaching Your sissy to lick You to endless orgasms is fun; licking Your pussy or licking Your asshole to Your satisfaction is important. If You allow Your sissy to penetrate and cum inside Your pussy, then she must learn to clean out every drop.

Now I have to admit, from the time we started dating, I liked to suck k’s little funny thing. I really enjoy feeling his little funny thing grow in my mouth. Making him cum, while sucking his little cock, I considered a great reward. I like the taste of his cum. After I put Lt k in panties on our first anniversary, and after Mom’s exciting and life changing visit, I decided to teach Lt k to enjoy his own cum. My initial reluctance was related to all the common thinking that women ate cum not men. Only gay men ate cum. Our readings did help me to understand the nonsense of such thinking. I came to realize that if I like Lt k’s cum, he should like it as well. If You think about it, You will agree I am right.

One knight I decided it was time to start training Lt k. I decided I would not tell him my goal, but within two weeks I would have him loving his own cum directly from My pussy. In fact, I directed Mom to set the same goal for Her and dad. Because of mail delays, We would not be training our subs concurrently, but close enough.

The first couple of nights, I would simple rub his pre-cum on his belly and chest. By the third night I was pushing My wet fingers into his mouth. All the time I was encouraging him with words; rubbing your cum into your skin is wonderful; it makes you smell so sexy; it make you wet and slippery. Yes you know I love the taste of your cum, I want to share it with you. As I licked one of my own fingers, I offered another wet finger to him; oh isn’t it wonderful to share your cum. You can use word of encouragement that work for You.

On the fourth night, while in a 69 position with me on top, k licked Me to my first orgasm before I let him cum. When I finally let him cum, I pulled my mouth away in time to allow some of his cum fall on his belly. I rolled off him and scooped some cum on my finger and stuck my finger in his mouth. I kept dipping My fingers in his puddles of cum and alternated between Me lick his cum off my finger, and him licking his cum off my finger. Again more words of encouragement; oh, baby I love how you taste, I bet you love it to, don’t you? You love what I love, isn’t that true. Of course I did not allow him time to answer before I had another finger in his mouth, and my lips kissing his. I did this until all his cum was consumed or dried on his belly. When I wrapped him in my arms and gave him a big deep kiss, I also thanked him for sharing his cum and telling him I love so much. I knew he was sold on eating cum. I did the same thing three more nights, each night increasing his share of his own cum. The next night, again from a 69 position I reached My orgasm first. However, this might I rolled off him, gave him a big kiss, and proceeded to masturbate him. Of course his cum was flowing quickly. I caught it in my free hand, squeezed out every drop and put My cum filled hand to his mouth. I said, now baby open your mouth while we share your cum. While I did lick part of my hand to show I was sharing, I did let most of his cum drip into his mouth. Oh baby, swallow your cum; enjoy what I love; swallow again and again. Yes baby, drink your juice. When My hand was clean of his cum, I gave him a long and deep kiss. Our tongues were moving fast and deep. It was a big moment for both of us. We could feel a very deep and sincere excitement flow between us that signified we had taken a big step in the closeness, lover of our relationship, and Lt k’s deeper submission to My will. Even today, that first communion of cum brings chills to Me. Other than saying we love each other, we did not have to say anything else. When we were finally relaxed, I did hug, kiss, and whispered to k; next time, I want you to eat your cum from my pussy. The resulting bear hug, shiver, and tear in his eye told Me My sissy was going to love eating cum.

Just to be sure I was right; I did not allow any sex play for three days. Throughout our normal routine, Lt k was horny all the time. His normally small funny little thing was semi-hard and bulging in his panties. he was working very hard at getting his chores done early each night. While doing our routine Friday errands he was very attentive and helpful. I even had him drive us to our favorite shop in Erlangen. After having Lt k show our wonderful shop keeper he was wearing his panties, oh such fun and humiliation, we bought another matching set of panties. Our lovely shop keep did comment that my lady friend had to much hair, and I should make it go away. I assured her that our work would not allow that for now, but I appreciated Her advice and recommendation. Lt k was embarrassed.

When we arrived home, I told Lt k to put away our groceries and bring me a drink. I told him he should only wear his scrub top. When he brought me my drink I was sitting with My legs wide open. He knew immediately to get on his knees and lick my pussy. As I sipped My drink and he brought me to orgasm, I decided it was time to test his resolve to eat his own cum. So, I pushed him down on the floor, mounted his cock and rode him to another orgasm. I then told him he could cum, and a few pumps later, he unleashed his last three cum free days into My very wet pussy. When he was done and exhausted, I moved right up over his mouth, looked him in the eye and said; now baby, suck my pussy clean and enjoy your reward. he sucked and slurped like a vacuum cleaner. I wiggled and pushed in wild abandon. I achieved my goal and my sissy was going to be a good cum sucker. Just as I loved the taste of his cum, he was loving me feeding him his cum. I was thinking, no more trips to the bathroom after sex to clean up, just kneel over Lt k’s mouth and let her clean it all up. Married less than two years and I have my own loving, cum sucking, panty wearing sissy. In almost no time she would be sucking cum out of any pussy in the family.

Based on Mom’s letters, dad was far more reluctant. Given his age, that is not all that surprising. However, it required Mom to administer several harsh spankings. It took Her three weeks to convince dad he was going to be a cum sucker, and his ass would always available for spanking, but he did learn. Given his reluctance, I direct Mom to have dad clean my sister Kate’s pussy when She came home from a date. Since She did not live at home, that did not occur frequently, but dad did learn to serve Her. Mom thought it was wonderful to see Iate come home at one or two in the morning, come into their bedroom, take off Her panties, and climb up on dad’s face, telling him to suck Me clean dad, suck Me clean. Eventually, dad did learn to comply with Mom’s direction quickly.

I do think You can teach Your sissy to eat cum faster than I did. I thing You can simply sit on her face and say suck, clean, now. However, for sissy maid k and I, a gradual process worked and was fun. However, You choose to make Your sissy a cum sucker, do it. It is a wonder source of fun.

Initial Routine


Everyday is a training day. While that seems like a lot, the intensity of training can vary greatly from day to day. For Me, k immediately taking his cloths off when he enters the house was, and still is, an element of daily training. It is also a continuous display of respect for Me. When coming home from work, taking his uniform off, putting on his panties, and scrub top builds discipline and confidence in his sub status. You can vary his uniform for day to day from naked to a fancy dress, based on Your desires. Removing his cloths immediately is the key. You do have to plan and prepare for the many variations of this routine. When it is just the two of you, or people with whom You share his status, then immediately undressing, carrying cloths to the bedroom or closet, then dressing as Your proper sissy is fun and reinforcing. However, if You have guest with whom You do not share his status, then undressing in the doorway could be inappropriate. We discovered, by placing a small table near the door provided a signal point for us. When I had a non-sharing guest, I moved a candy dish from one side of the table to the other side. When k saw the dish in its “guest position” he knew to go directly to the bedroom, put on his panties and a pair of house shorts and shirts. Yes, I did designate a set of pants, shorts and shirts he could wear around the house when we had “non-sharing” guests.

While we were still in the Army, we did not have any sharing guests. Most often, we came home from the base together. Thus, we came home, Lt. k would take his uniform off while I went directly to the bedroom. Depending on my mood, I might tell Lt. k he would remain naked for the evening, or I would put out something frilly for him. If I did not say anything, he would put on his panties and scrub top. In the beginning, we did not have many options, but over time, as Lt. k’s wardrobe grew, My options increased. The building and changing options are an important part of life long learning for a sub.

In our later years, when we had a garage, I moved the signal point to the garage. sissy k had to remove his cloth in the garage and carry them into the house. If I were home before him, I frequently put the outfit I wanted him to wear on a hanger in the garage. Then sissy k had to put on the outfit before he entered the house. Of course, a side benefit was adding cleaning the garage was a task added to his chores.

Mom adopted this signal routine as well. When we returned to the States, all the family sissies adhered to the signal. Mom did like to see all the sissies naked or stocking, garters, panties, and bras more often than in skirts or dresses. Varity is exciting, fun, and keeps the adventure alive. I hope this gives you some ideas. 

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Early Learning and the Corner


In the early seventies, we did not know we were creating or building a Female Lead Marriage. I was simply taking control of Lt k and the rest of My family. Everything we did related to something we read in “Penthouse” or “Variations” magazines, or something I just wanted to try. We did not go from zero to one-hundred miles an hour. I tried things; we discussed the results; I altered things that did not work for me; I eliminated some things; I re-tried some things that did not work at first. We took our time; we talked a lot, always working toward what I wanted and what eventually worked for both of us.

Sharing cleaning chores was fun in the beginning. The sharing elements allowed me time to train Lt. k in my way, but it also helped bring us together. As time went on, I did less and less. As Lt k advanced to sissy maid k, I only helped when I happen to be present when a task was being done, or I just felt like lending a hand. Of course, if I did lend a hand I was rewarded appropriately or k was punished appropriately. Punished might not be the right description. I might have k lick me to orgasm; I might spank k, or I might have k stand in the corner with his panties at his ankles. The goal was to insure he understood I did him a favor.

I have always like having k stand in the corner. Today, we refer to it as a “time out in the naughty spot”, but when we started it was just “go stand in the corner”. Standing in a naughty spot or corner, in any form of partial dress is an excellent way to make a memorable point. As you know, it works for little kids. Well, it works for sissies as well. The sissy variations are endless and they all make a clear point. Think about a few options for Yourself and try them; clothed, standing at attention with his sissy noise touching the wall and her pants or skirt at her ankles; wearing only panties, bra, and heels; wearing stocking, garter, bra, and very high heels; wearing pantyhose, bra, heels, bent at the waist holding his ankles with a butt plug in her ass; dressed in any feminine attire with a penis gag in her mouth; standing or kneeling in any form of bondage, or kneeling in her underwear when a guest is present. There are endless ways for a time-out. You could spank Your sissy and have her stand bare ass in the corner. The key is the message it delivers, and the subservient attitude it fosters. You determine the length of time for standing in the corner, or naughty spot. You can set the time from five minutes to many hours. You should vary the length relative to the offence and just to reinforce Your control. Sissy should never know for sure the length of time until You issue the command. For example, “You’re a naughty sissy, now go stand in the corner for the next thirty minutes with your panties at your sissy ankles”. If You use a leash, and can secure the leash to an anchor in the naughty spot, then You can even go out had have fun knowing Your sissy will be right where You left her when You return. This form of discipline really is effective. After many years, I had sissy maid k install an anchor eye at her naughty spot. Frequently I would leash sissy to the naughty spot, go shopping, and arrange to have Mom, my Sister, or one of our sharing friends walk in and talk to sissy. The humiliation never diminished. I would always tell My visitor the reason for the “time out”. Thus, they could decide for themselves to just observe and talk to sissy, play with sissy, or spank sissy. Normally, if her ass was red from my spanking, it was more likely they would spank her again. My recommendation is You try and take this approach as often as necessary, or as often as You consider it fun.

Standing in the corner was an extension of the punishment our home town school system used in the fist and second grades of public school. It is an excellent reminder for small offenses or mistakes. However, as we grew, and I added hard spankings to our discipline routines, the corner became more important. A spanking for a serious error was always followed by corner time.

I suggest the first time You send Your sissy to the corner and tell her to stand there for thirty minutes with her panties at her ankles, You will enjoy the view and the following change in behavior. Make if a part of Your life. It will be great for You and Your sissy.