Sissy Sex

That's what Diane calls it now:  sissy sex.  It's been several years since she's called it "making love" to me.  Now, whenever she wants to use her strap-on on me, she'll tell me to get ready for some "sissy sex."  If I ask for it, I have to refer to it as "sissy sex." 

"Get ready for sissy sex"

The term bothers me some.  It lacks in intimacy and feels cold, clinical and devoid of love.  Diane insists that's not the case.  I've discussed it with her a few times and the last time I asked her why she insisted on calling it that, she simply said "Can you think of a better term?  Seems pretty accurate to me."

Somehow, it makes me feel less of a "wife" when she uses that term.  She'll even mention it at times while she's working me with the strap-on.  Of course, the humiliation is a turn on and she never fails to please me that way.  I suppose as a submissive sissy male I should be most appreciative of what I have. 

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Being "Flirty"

There's a couple of "flirty" themes to this post today.  One has to do with what I'm wearing around the house today, and the other has to do with the wedding we attended last night.

I've always been a lover of the old fashioned frilly aprons like the one's you used to see in the 1950's or 1960's in movies, magazines, etc.  This Christmas, one of the many feminine type gifts I got from Diane was a pretty pink apron made by a company called Flirty Aprons.  It's one of my favorites and Diane has given me permission to order another one from the company. 

I'm wearing it now as I go about doing a few domestic tasks and will be wearing it when I prepare and serve dinner later this afternoon.  I'm sure you'll agree that prancing about in this apron (called the "Strawberry Shortcake") certainly helps make you feel like a sissy and a wife.

As to the wedding last night, Diane got a chance to see some friends she hasn't seen in a very long time.  One friend was a guy who was in her class in high school.  We sat at the same table as he and his wife and it wasn't long before there was some mutual flirtation going on between he and Diane.  When his wife left to go talk to someone, he asked me if I minded if he danced with Diane and after telling him it was fine, they spent the next several dances together on the dance floor, some of them very slow waltzes where they seemed to be having a good time.  The flirtation continued throughout the evening until it was time to leave.

On the way home, Diane asked me if I was upset that she had danced with Brian.  She knows me well and could sense I was a little upset.  Not at the dancing, but at the flirting.  I told her how I felt and we had a very little spat about it.  It's really my fault.  I want her to cuckold me, and when something like this happens I get jealous and confused.  Maybe I'm not a good cuckold candidate.   However, I want it so badly and part of me was excited at what went on last night.  We just need to talk about it more.

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Bridal Fantasy

To be a bride has to be every sissy's dream!

We're going to a wedding this evening.  A longtime friend of Diane's daughter is getting married.  Weddings always bring my bridal fantasies to the forefront.  I wonder how many sissy males have bridal fantasies?  It's hard to believe that any sissies wouldn't have a fantasy of getting all dressed up in a beautiful wedding gown and all the accessories!

Diane knows all about these fantasies of mine and she even said that someday she'd like to see us renew our vows with me as the bride.  It just hasn't happened.  It came close once in Las Vegas, at a place that dealt with fantasy weddings.  We were there for a few days but the owner was on vacation.  Just my luck.  Maybe someday.

In the meantime, we'll be attending the wedding tonight and I'll be so jealous of the bride. I'm sure she is going to look just perfect.  As for me, Diane's already told me to make sure I'm wearing a white bra and panty set (I've got just the right one), white garter and white thigh highs under my suit.  She's going to let me wear regular stockings to cover up the white hose.  She's not concerned as much about my humiliation and embarrassment as she is raising the eyebrows of her close friends. 

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A Gurl Friend?

So far, all of my bisexual play has been with somewhat dominant type married men who enjoy being serviced orally, some with a few other D/s related type kinks but nothing way over the top or extreme.  However, I've yet to play with another sissy, cross dresser or submissive.  It's something I've always wanted to do, but just haven't found the right person to do it with.  I'm also not actively looking and I am always very, very careful.

I do think about it often though, wondering what it would be like for two "girls like us" to play together.  I'm not sure I'd really enjoy it as much as playing with a very masculine guy and think it would be more of a curiosity thing.  When I'm dressed, and in one of my "bi moods", it's really a cock I yearn for and not just any cock; one that is attached to a real man who knows what he wants and how to take it.  But having a "gurlfriend" like me might be kind of nice. 

But then, there are times that DWD (Dominant Wife Diane) and I play in bra and panties.  I do love that, even though she's not wearing her strap on dildo and is dressed very femme.  Maybe she has bisexual or lesbian fantasies....just like me. 

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"Wear Something Pretty"

Those were Diane's instructions this morning before she left for the office.  They came immediately after asking me in a very teasing manner if "my period" was over.  I told her that it was and she followed up with the order that I be wearing something pretty when she got home tonight.  If you recall, each month I am required to wear sanitary pads for a seven day period, all part of the contract I have with my Dominant Wife Diane (DWD).

I tried to get more specifics out of her about what she would like to see me in, but it didn't work.  Whenever I get such an order struggle with it, even though I really love it.  I don't know if I should wear something like just lingerie, or dress to the nines with one of my wigs, makeup, jewelry, etc.  I prefer being told what to do, with little left for me to decide.

I'd love to be dressed like a 1950's housewife for her.  Maybe that Barbara Billingsley look in "Leave it to Beaver."  I'm sure by the time she gets home, I'll think of something.  

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The Cuckold Discussion

I want so much to be cuckolded again.  The first time, I didn't even know it was happening.  This next time, if it ever happens, I want to relish the experience as much as I can.  My wife Diane knows of my desires, but while she's open to the idea, isn't about to actively start looking for a "bull."

We talk about it some.  I bring it up more often than she does to be sure.  Last night it came up again, in the middle of some rather unrelated discussion.  Diane surprised me when she brought it up this time. She said that "It's likely that if I were to cuckold you again, you would know about it but the man I was fooling around with wouldn't know that you know."  She went on to say that it seems just to complicated to find someone she liked and then have to explain the whole cuckolding thing to them.  Starting an affair with another married man who needs and wants discretion would be so much easier. 

While I agree with her, I can still hold up hope for a Bull who enjoys the entire spectrum of cuckold activities.

Back to Diane.  I know her real well.  I suspect she has someone in mind. 

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Bedtime in Babydolls

I can't remember the last time I went to bed in something other than a woman's nightgown.  Once, after a rather disturbing argument with my wife Diane, I copped an attitude and slipped into bed wearing just a T-shirt and shorts.  Diane quickly asked me what I thought I was doing and told me to get out of bed and put on her favorite babydoll ensemble - a very short, ruffly and pink set that hat white ruffles across the panty.

I hesitated, but did as I was told.  The attitude disappeared quickly and after laying in bed for a few minutes told her I was sorry. 

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