Showing posts with label flowers for a sissy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers for a sissy. Show all posts

1/23/15

A Sissy's Big Day(s)

Today's a big day for me.  i get to meet with Paul later this afternoon, a meeting that will go a long way in determining whether or not i decide to go forward with the stipulations he set out last week; stipulations that would allow me to be far more involved in the relationship he has with Diane.  Meeting with your wife's lover, her dominant lover for that matter, isn't an easy thing to do under any circumstances.  It's even more difficult to do when you're approaching it from a perspective like mine - a sissy cuckolded husband.  It's no wonder the first meeting we had was emotionally overwhelming!

Today i feel far more confident and prepared.  They might be considered polar opposites because they usually don't go hand in hand, but i believe someone can be confident and submissive at the same time.  i'm very comfortable with my submission and who i am in that regard.  The big decision is whether or not i want to turn any part of it over to someone else, even if it's on an occasional basis.

i can understand and accept Paul's stipulations, rules, etc.  However, for anything like this to have a remote chance of being successful the initial dialogue needs to go back and forth.  Last week i was left almost speechless at the end of our first meeting.  Paul understands, so he's very open to hearing my side this time.  Wish me luck! 

Yesterday ended up being a very big day also, though it didn't start out that way.  i had to travel a couple of hours to hopefully wrap up a consulting job i had taken early last spring.  What began as a rather simple project got delayed several times and at the same time grew in complexity.  Finally it was over and i was just there to dot the i's and cross the t's. 

But nothing is ever simple.  The company wants me to take on another project.  i told them no, that i couldn't do it due to other commitments (a little white lie) but they insisted i could do it at my own pace.  Whatever reason i gave them not to take it, they begged even more.  i didn't even want to listen to them.  They insisted i stay and hear what they had to say.  So you guessed it.  i'm in. 

The length of yesterday's meeting meant that i'd be getting home later in the afternoon than i thought i would.  It also meant that my sissy wife responsibilities were piling up.  i'd promised Diane that i'd be back in time to cook dinner in addition to having a few other things done. 

Submissive sissy wives take these things seriously.  As soon as i got home i got comfortable (and femme), put my apron on and got to work.  The feeling that i had fallen behind in my chores and that i was hurrying to get things done and ready before Diane came home was a submissively beautiful one.  Not only did i not want to disappoint Her, i was doing what was expected and required of me as Her submissive wife. 

i was surprised at how efficient i was and even had a chance to catch up on a few emails. One that i responded to was from Penney (she with all those pretty bows on her panties!).  i told her how busy i was and why and apologized for the brevity of my note.  Wasn't i surprised to get an email from her this morning telling me that she totally understood; she had to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things for the dinner she had to cock for her Dominant Wife!  Like me, Penney does all the cooking and shopping.  It's nice having another sissy wife who i can relate to!

But the highlight of my day was when Diane got home.  She looked beautiful as always.  She came in with Her hands full.  She was on the phone smiling and laughing (i assumed it was Paul but it was a female friend of hers), Her laptop over Her shoulder and carrying a bouquet of white flowers which i incorrectly assumed were from Paul.

Diane quickly said Her farewells dropped the laptop and came over to give me a big hug and kiss. 
"Here you go" She said, handing me the flowers.  "They're for you, my beautiful wife."  Diane could tell i was surprised.  "Why so surprised?  Aren't wives supposed to get flowers once and awhile from their spouses or husbands?" 

Well, i was surprised and a little embarrassed that i'd assumed they were for Her from Paul.  i thanked Her, kissed Her and got a vase to put the flowers in. 

Sure it's nice to wear ruffled panties, aprons, lovely bra and panty sets and so many other feminine things.  But it's the little things like this that Diane does and says that make me appreciate my role as Her submissive sissy wife.

love,

sissy terri
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1/17/15

Making me Feel Feminine

The "testy" exchanges that took place between Diane and i have abated with calmer and more rational conversation taking place.  i'd say we're back to normal but facing a difficult decision.  i'm not the only one who may have to make a decision about how our relationship might evolve in the coming weeks.  Diane might too.  Let me explain.

On Thursday night, twenty four hours after our most heated "battles", Diane made it clear to me that She has absolutely no intentions of ever leaving me and that if i insisted, She would end the whole thing right now.  "your the most important thing in the whole world to me" was how She put it.  As i shared with a dear sissy friend, i thought it was a very powerful and loving moment.

Yes, Paul knows about the blog but i'm not afraid to post this here.  Diane's told him the same thing. 

Diane "worked a little late" last night.  Just late enough to spend some time with Paul.  i'm pretty sure i know what they talked about.  Would i have liked to be a fly on the wall?  Maybe.  But they deserve their privacy and time as well.

Late yesterday afternoon the doorbell rang.  We're in a gated community so it was either one of the neighbors or someone who had been let in at the gate.  i was dressed in some jeans and a white ladies blouse that was sheer enough so that my bra could be seen.  No way i was going to answer the door!
i peeked through the little eye-hole (i can't think of what the word for that is) and saw a young man holding a bouquet of flowers.

i didn't answer and he left the flowers at the front door.  When he was gone, i opened the door and brought them in.  The pink roses had a beautiful note that read "To my beautiful wife.  I'll love you always."

It didn't take long for the tears to start flowing.  Maybe it's because i'd cried so much over the last day or so.  Or maybe it's the femme in me that  lets me cry so easily.  Whatever it was, the flowers made me feel so feminine.

And this time, they were tears of happiness for whatever i decide, i know Diane will be by my side.

love,

sissy terri
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