tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84927775763983072802024-03-14T05:26:51.563-04:00In StockingsThe inner thoughts and musings of a submissive transvestite.Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-38082175894369943912014-02-21T21:26:00.000-05:002014-02-21T21:26:16.476-05:00Wrapped for Valentine's DayMiss H and I had some special plans for our anniversary/Valentine's Day last week which unfortunately didn't quite work out as we had planned. Like a good portion of the rest of the country, we got nailed with yet another snow storm that made driving a risky proposition. Several inches of snow and freezing rain caused the restaurant we had reservation at to call and tell us that they were closing early for the night and therefore would have to reschedule. It was definitely a bummer but we came up with an alternate plan for the weekend to try and makeup up for it.<br />
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Originally it was something sort of romantic, a day for the two of us to head out, see some sights and grab a nice lunch. I was of course horny as hell thanks to what has been months now without release but was looking forward to a day out with the wife even if it meant no daylong kink session. We needed some time together and this would be a great opportunity to unwind and relax for a little while. Much to my surprise though, that's not quite how the day worked out.<br />
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I received an email from Miss H that was pretty direct and to the point. I was to put out a number of bondage/clothing/toys, shave completely on Saturday morning, and remain naked and waiting for Miss H until she awoke ( I always wake up much earlier then she does). Not quite what I expected, but I sure wasn't complaining.<br />
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I followed her orders to the T and shortly after waking she handed me the vibrating, inflatable butt plug that she had gotten me this past Christmas. I inserted it and stood silently as she then placed our black leather hood on my head. After lacing it in tightly and securing it so I couldn't see anything at all, she began wrapping me up tightly with foot after foot of clear saran wrap. She kept going, cocooning me under layer upon layer of ever tightening plastic wrap, finally sealing everything securely with thick, pink duct tape.<br />
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Miss H lowered me onto the bed and then whispered into my ear, "here's how things are going to go today. I'm going to watch TV for a while, then I'm going to grab a late breakfast. After that I'll probably take a shower, watch some more TV, then take care of a few things around the house. You're going to sit there just like that and not bother me." She didn't wait for my response.<br />
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I heard the TV click on and then tried to squirm around a bit, just to see how tight things really were. This wasn't the "play around with bondage" type restraints I was in, it was more along the lines of the "captured hostage" level of lock down. Even if I wanted to, the plastic wrap was so thick and the tape so tight, I wasn't getting out of here until Miss H decided she would let me.<br />
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She would occasionally rub her hand gently over my throbbing cock, teasing me without the slightest hint of mercy. Although I couldn't see her, I just knew she was probably smiling, enjoying my grunts and groans, desperate for any further contact. Soon she switched from slight rubbing to turning the vibration function of the butt plug on and off with different levels of intensity. She would do it enough to get me all excited and leaking then suddenly stop. Only after waiting for me to calm down would she begin again and this frustrating exercise would continue over and over until I was going insane.</div>
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At some point I could feel her pulling and cutting on a the portion of the plastic wrap above my cock. She cut a small square area away and reinforced it with duct tape to provide herself with a clear opening to my now exposed and defenseless little dick.</div>
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I was hoping for perhaps a handjob or something like that, maybe even the fleshlight but I only got a few strokes with her hand, just enough to tease me and drive me wild with need. I was leaking like a faucet and begging for more but it was to no avail. Nothing else happened and eventually I could hear the shower turn on from her bathroom. I didn't really have any other option so I just laid there patiently, hoping she would be back soon. </div>
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I jumped when I felt the plug suddenly begin to inflate inside me. Miss H had snuck out from the bathroom and being laced in the padded hood, I hadn't heard her creep in beside me. She squeezed the bulb slowly and repetitively, each time make me groan with absolute pleasure as it grew bigger and bigger inside me. The pressure building up was both slightly uncomfortable yet undeniably amazing at the same time. When she started ramping up the vibration function I thought I was going to lose it, thrashing around the bed like a fish out of water. Once again, she never bothered to touch my cock, instead just toying with me, repeatedly blowing up and deflating the plug while alternating with different levels and times of vibration intensity.</div>
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It wasn't until almost dinner time later that night did Miss H finally cut me out and that was only because I was wimping out and begging for her to release me. The heat from my body seemed to be making the plastic shrink a bit which although not life threatening or anything, was making me feel a bit claustrophobic. That plus the fact that my feet were getting a little sore from being so tightly wrapped together made me finally break and ask to be let out. </div>
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The best part of the day though? As much as I loved the vibrating/inflatable butt plug, it was actually just one sentence that Miss H said that literally almost made me cum. About halfway into things I asked her if I could be let out because I was getting a little sore. "Is it life threatening? Are you losing circulation or something?", she asked. "Well, no. I'm just getting sore and it's kind of uncomfortable", I feebly responded, upset with myself for not being able to outlast her willingness to keep me bound. "Well, I can deal with that. You can be uncomfortable for me", she said as she walked in to take her shower, closing the door loudly behind her.</div>
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-73747607969043687312013-12-21T22:24:00.001-05:002013-12-21T22:24:27.775-05:00About my Kik...Hi, for anyone whose tried to message me recently on kik (my username is subslutchristie if you're interested), I have to apologize, I've just been crazy busy with Christmas stuff and been unable to reply. It's nothing personal, I love talking with new people, just haven't had the free time I'd like to really get on and use it. I'm working on it though and things should be back to normal soon. Thanks!Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-53787792432187176752013-12-02T00:08:00.000-05:002013-12-02T00:08:05.976-05:00Diapers and Ballet bootsMiss H and I were in the mood to take a few photos, ok, more then a few, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, but here's a few of the ones I like the best. Enough talk, lets get to the pics -<br />
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-12406844243070682212013-11-21T22:15:00.000-05:002013-11-21T22:15:02.258-05:00Sissy on the Vegas strip.On one of our last nights in Las Vegas we were arriving back in our hotel room and Miss H was tired after a long day of seeing the sights. She wanted to just chill out and relax, but I was still kind of wired up and staying in our room while the strip was buzzing just outside our window didn't seem like an option I wanted to explore. I asked Miss H if she would mind if I headed out for a while so I could walk up the north end of the strip and check a few things out. As lame as it may sound I kind of wanted to check out the volcano show in front of the Mirage, and perhaps stroll through the Flamingo casino for their "Party Pit" (basically just an excuse to have hot chicks in lingerie, etc dance in the casino while people gambled at the table games).<br />
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"I don't mind at all", she said as I was getting ready. "Just don't forget to put on that pink dress first though", she mentioned, as if it was no big deal. I was kind of shocked and thought she was just kidding. "No really, get out that pink dress", she said once again. I immediately went into whiny bitch mode, which I tend to due at supersonic speed when she says something I don't initially like, and started huffing and hawing. "It's too crowded, there too many people out there, they're all going to stare at me, especially if I'm not even wearing any makeup and a wig!", I howled in terror.<br />
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This was met with a long, and extremely annoyed sigh and eye roll. "Put on the dress, and garters, you can wear a pair of shorts and that white shirt you've got on over top of it". "Yes, Mistress", was all I could muster and began doing as she asked. "Keep it up and I'll make you wear a pair of heels too", she snapped. I don't think she would actually make me go through with it, but I wasn't entirely sure so I figured why chance it, so I finished getting dressed, a little worried that people would notice the pink from the dress beneath my shirt.<br />
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After a kiss goodbye, I headed toward the elevator and then out on to the strip. Considering it was around 10pm, I was on the Vegas strip, and there were people in costumes, drunk slutty chicks, and general craziness at every turn, I don't know why I felt people were staring at me, but I did ;) After a short walk I made it down to the Mirage and waited in front of the volcano for the show to start. While I waited I got several txt's from Miss H making fun of me, which only served to make me even hornier then I already was.<br />
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Miss H quickly replied with some dirty, degrading txt's which instantly got me hard and we started sexting back and forth. It wasn't long before I was stroking myself, so turned on by wearing the dress and garters while the sound of strange men walking all around just a few feet away from me. </div>
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-60425449424131226602013-11-10T08:50:00.000-05:002013-11-10T08:50:53.249-05:00A sissy in Sin City part 2Our next day in Vegas consisted of, among other things, a trip to the <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&ved=0CC4QFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.eroticheritagemuseum.com%2F&ei=zk9-UteMFYagsQT27YDQBQ&usg=AFQjCNH5iJghERUlhlrK5qPjo0BafTp-7g&sig2=X-eP88Z0BxcwUy43UmJ5NA&bvm=bv.56146854,d.cWc" target="_blank">Erotic Heritage Museum</a> which I had a Groupon for. The museum was off the strip, in the downtown area. We go there right when they opened and it wasn't crowded at all which was good because it gave us time to explore by ourselves.<br />
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Just like he said, there was a cup filled with different colored markers right outside the door and people were leaving a never ending assortment of signatures, comments, and everything else. Miss H signed for us then went over and pushed the bathroom door closed behind me. "It seems kind of appropriate since we're here, don't you think?", she said as she lowered her jeans and bent over the sink. "Now get over here and lick my asshole, sissy", she commanded. I eagerly dove to my knees and spread her ass cheeks with my hands as I pushed my tongue into her ass. </div>
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She said something, I don't even remember exactly what it was, but it was a positive and she motioned me toward the tub. I quickly got up and practically sprinted over there. I placed several towels near the side of the tub for her use if she needed them and then proceeded to lay down on my back. The seats in the tub provided a great place for Miss H to stand over me. I was in awe of her sexy physique as she towered above me, her thighs spread wide and her pussy aimed directly at me. </div>
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The first little bit dribbled out of her before quickly becoming a flood as she was now peeing in and all over my mouth and face. I tried swallowing as much as I could but there was just so much and she was purposely spraying it all over my face, at one point pushing my head between her legs so she could piss down all over my head, her pee running down my face and pooling in the bottom of the tub. She was done all to soon however and I desperately lapped up every last drop from her pussy, crazing more of her warm liquids. I was allowed to lick her for another minute or so before she stepped out to clean off and finish getting dressed. I lay there in a pool of her piss, covered from head to toe in her spray, totally humiliated and at the same time horny as I'd ever been, "maybe again tomorrow night?" I said sheepishly.</div>
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I had pretty high hopes for our trip to Vegas and it was, in a word, amazing. With out a doubt, the very best vacation/trip I've ever been on. It was both Miss H and I's first trip out there and although we were there for a week, it felt like time was running in fast forward. We've been back about a week now and I'm only just starting to feel like things are starting to return to normal, getting back into the daily grind of life and work, is a hard adjustment after the non-stop fun and excitement of Las Vegas. The suitcases have all been unloaded and put away, the pictures posted on Facebook, and the beautiful memories safely secured for reminiscing down the road, so it seemed like it was high time to get back to blogging again.<br />
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Miss H and I brought a number of various toys and outfits with us on our trip even though we weren't exactly sure how much "Mistress & sissy" time we were going to have. I brought several outfits, a couple things of lingerie, some shoes, a few sex toys (butt plug, ball gag, etc), diapers, and related items. I meant to get a pick, but I was so busy packing that it slipped my mind. Suffice to say, when you're packing for "two", your male self and your sissy self, the amount of free space fills up quickly. I can only imagine what the airport screeners must have thought when my luggage went through.<br />
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I'm not totally sure of what all Miss H brought, I spied a few fun little items but because most of our time was spent doing the regular touristy Vegas stuff, I didn't get to experience everything she may have had planned. That's not to say we didn't get into some kinky fun, because we most certainly did, and I'll be posting all about it over the next few blog posts, but the sheer energy and thrill of Vegas kind of sweeps you up and keeps you pretty busy on it's own.<br />
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-72724854912167127852013-10-04T20:18:00.001-04:002013-10-04T20:18:49.316-04:00Corset training.I always seem to be stumbling upon some new kinky fetish that suddenly piques my interest and before long becomes a mainstay in what gets me off. Diapers, piss play, strap-ons, extreme humiliation, all began as a "hmm, that sounds kind of interesting", and now are engrained fantasies in my sick little twisted mind. My newest curiosity is corsets and corset training. I've always loved the look of a corset on a woman, how it accentuates her natural curves, making everything more pronounced, and generally just sexy as hell looking. I've always prefered the corset in black and always shiny, either pvc or leather because they further instill the look of a hard, dominant Mistress.<br />
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I never really thought much of wearing one myself which may seem odd, because I tend to spend an inordinate amount of time imagining myself in just about every type of female clothing you can think of. Well a few weeks ago I was browsing Amazon looking for some new pink lingerie when I happened to notice their suggestions for other similar products, one of which was a corset. Intrigued, I clicked on the link and started checking it out. Then checking out other corsets in other materials and designs. Before long I was hooked and knew that I really wanted to get one.<br />
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While I think I'll enjoy the way it will look on me, a big part of why I want to get one is more for the bondage/humiliation aspect then because of fashion. The idea of being tied in super tight to a restrictive corset is a huge turn on, the feeling of confinement and enclosure makes me all excited just thinking about it. Every movement becomes a subtle reminder of wearing it as it presses and holds you tight. That also kind of ties into the humiliation aspect, being made to wear it under my regular work clothes, knowing that Miss H is making me wear it, scared that a coworker might find out. The pain and discomfort of it laced in to the max, never letting me forget what I endure for her.<br />
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So as I was saying earlier, I've always like the black, dominant corsets but unfortunately, I'm a sissy and that probably wouldn't look right on me now would it. Instead I thought pink or white would be better, much more girly and submissive to match my personality. A good pink one was hard to find either on Amazon or anywhere else. They were always either the wrong material, wrong cut, way to expensive, or not a true corset with steel boning, etc. A white corset was much easier to find so I think I'm going to go with one that looks almost exactly like this.<br />
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Before long, and with the help of some specific keywords, I found a *lot* of new items I wanted to get. While my watchlist is about a mile long, one certain item I couldn't let wait and bought right on the spot. It's called a lockable PVC spreading diaper cover. Basically, it's like a standard pair of plastic diaper panties, it's meant to go on top of a diaper and provide extra leak protection and also a little extra humiliation. I already have a pink pair and they work great, but this one is different for several reasons -<br />
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-71363284225159157622013-09-26T20:12:00.002-04:002013-09-26T20:12:57.925-04:00Sissy SocksI have a *lot* of different clothes I have stocked away for when Miss H and I play. So many in fact that its kind of like Christmas when I pull out certain boxes because I find all sorts of new fun things to wear that I totally forgot I even had. These pink socks are a perfect example of that. I don't even remember buying them but when I found them I was thrilled, they're just so girly and slutty. Hope you like looking at them as much as I like wearing them...<br />
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-67034918407939556112013-09-15T12:44:00.000-04:002013-09-15T12:45:37.110-04:00Kik messengerI normally consider myself pretty tech savvy, I like to keep up with the newest and the greatest whether it be phones or software, but I'm totally behind the times when it comes to SnapChat and <a href="http://www.kik.com/" target="_blank">Kik</a> messenger. I've heard of them before, usually when people are talking about what the "hot new thing" is but never really paid much attention to them. I read an article about how teens and early 20's are shifting from Facebook to SnapChat and Kik because all the "old" people are still living on FB.<br />
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Fast forward to today, I'm on Twitter this morning and I must have gotten like 4 separate messages from people asking for my Kik username or if I was interested in chatting through Kik. That was the breaking point so I finally downloaded it. If you're interested in getting in touch through there, my username is subslutchristie. I can't promise how much I'll be using it, but what the hell, I'm going to give it a try. I'm now running with the cool kids again. Rock on. Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-23468728204578239482013-09-11T10:54:00.000-04:002013-09-11T10:54:15.806-04:00Sissy's penis pump fun.A few blog entries ago I posted a bunch of pics of a day I had off and was allowed to dress and play by Miss H. I only posted a handful of them and meant to post the rest over the next few days. That didn't quite happen because I totally forgot, I tend to do that a lot, so today seemed like a good day to try and catch up with some pics. <br />
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These particular pics all involve a penis pump. A sex toy I bought kind of as a joke and kind of because I wanted to try it. Now I realize that these things don't actually enlarge your cock but I have read that they're fun to play around with, and that I can attest too is true. The one I bought was like $10 but even it can provide a unique sensation when pumped up and the vacuum effect starts gripping your penis.<br />
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By itself it's not the best masturbation tool if cumming is your desired goal. While it feels nice and you can quickly pump it up and deflate it over and over again to try and orgasm, I've find it's much more effective in an orgasm denial type sense. I'll edge myself over and over again till I'm just dying to cum, to the point where I'm super sensitive and have to be really careful even touching myself for fear of cumming. That's when I'll give myself a minute or two to calm down and relax. Then I push my little cock into the pump and give it a few squeezes. It provides just enough sensation to feel really good and take me to the brink but not enough to make me squirt.</div>
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If that wasn't enough, as a final evil twist, the penis pump is a wonderful way to give yourself an absolutely wonderful (or horrible depending on your point of view) ruined orgasm. Pump it up slowly so you get just enough stimulation to reach the edge then squeeze one last time. The pressure inside the pump is *just* enough to push you over the top but because there's absolutely no more stimulation the orgasm is virtually destroyed and you simply spill slowly down the side of your cock, filling up the bottom of the pump, your head suddenly filled with shame as you look down to see yourself dressed like a whore, your cock stuck inside a cheap plastic tube filled with your sissy cum, as you try to somehow gracefully pull it off of yourself, get cleaned up, and try to forget that this is the man you've become. </div>
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-24564762158283579982013-09-06T10:11:00.000-04:002013-09-06T10:11:51.704-04:00Fear, turn on, or both?I personally don't spend all that much time on YouTube but every now and then I skim though and see if I can find anything interesting. I happened to be looking for sissy videos, what a surprise, and found a video called "Sissy Maid dress leaving hotel and getting in taxi" which you can watch yourself <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RuV6Rd2rhrU">here.</a> The title pretty much says it all, there's no nudity or anything overly sexual about it but I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was like watching a car crash, I couldn't look away no matter how much I wanted to.<br />
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A guy totally made up and wearing a pink sissy dress and heels simply leaves his hotel room and with video camera rolling travels down to the ground floor of the hotel, goes outside and catches a cab. There's nothing wrong with the guy but he's obviously not trying to hide the fact of what's going on. It's one thing to dress in some nice subdued business casual type womens wear, quite another to wear a pure sissy outfit that is designed specifically to get people's attention.<br />
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The minute he opens his room door my heart starts racing because I can totally see myself in his cute little shoes (and have done things very similar in the past). He seems so calm in the video but I'm starting to freak out just watching this. My biggest fear is people making fun of me and thinking I'm a loser or something yet at the same time sexual humiliation is one of my biggest turn ons so these polar opposites have a tendency to mess with me emotionally.<br />
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Anyway, so I'm equal parts getting ready to go into a panic attack and dripping precum all inside my panties while the video plays on. Before long the empty hallways and elevators lead to a suddenly crowded hotel lobby and I can suddenly feel myself breathing much quicker, in short little bursts, as my body tenses up even more. You can hear people in the crowd say things but the guy keeps strutting on without missing a beat. I don't know why I'm getting so anxious but I cant help it and my cock is rock hard and twitching away as the video ends. It was a weird rush but the combination of terror and turn on was a winner and I wanted more. A few clicks later and found this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhoLo-G1CYY&list=UUryDMAzieV6l1RxydECkp0w">one</a> and especially this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbFA1t6hPZQ">one</a> which had my stomach in knots as a different sissy goes shopping.<br />
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Miss H knows I get off on public humiliation and just about any other type of humiliation for that matter, so when I sent her the link to the video she was quick to tease and threaten me about it. We're going to Vegas in October and she mentioned that it might be fun to try something like that and make our own video while we're there. Who knows if she'll actually go through with it, but I can already feel my blood pressure ticking upwards.Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-10818685295166382422013-08-30T22:08:00.000-04:002013-08-30T22:08:36.523-04:00A maid for the maid?When Miss H and I first started discussing engaging in a Female Led Relationship, one of the things that really excited me was the thought that I would truly be the submissive and lower ranking member of the relationship, not just in a sexual manner but in just about every aspect. For instance we talked about how I would take a much more service oriented/slave role to Miss H in terms of things like doing the housework, running errands for her, pampering her, etc. This seemed like it would be a win/win for both of us. Miss H is busy with a ton of things and doesn't have time to take care of a lot of the day to day activities like doing the dishes that have to be done in order to keep a household running. I on the other hand usually have a bit more flexible schedule and free time so it would be much easier for me. Not only that, being her maid had a bunch of other "perks" for me as well.<br />
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From a sexual stand point, doing what ever it is that Miss H commands really helps put me in the submissive, attentive mindset that she enjoys. With a "honey, could you do the laundry when you get a chance?", I feel like I have a say in the matter and that we're kind of on the same level. When it's "Sissy, make sure the laundry is done by the time I get home. No excuses", then I immediately know what I have to do and there isn't any other choice. It just really reenforces her superior status above me and keeps everything running smoothly in our relationship. There's no anger that I'm being lazy, or not pulling my fair share, she says what she wants done and I happily do it. Perfect, huh?<br />
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The problem is, and to be honest it's not a problem, but more of an observation, problem is probably a misstatement, but the issue is that I feel like Miss H doesn't really take advantage of what she has available to her. Let me explain, this week I've had a lot of extra time off from work so I told Miss H I was planning on doing a lot around the house so if there was anything she needed to just let me know. She didn't have much, which was fine, so I took care of it then did some other chores around the house. Today I was off again and she mentioned that she had some prescriptions to pickup from Walgreens that I could pick up if I had time (and to txt her if I couldn't so she could on her way home from work) and that if I was going to a certain farm market near our house to get her some of this special chicken salad she liked, but only if I felt like getting it.<br />
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I appreciate the fact that she was being considerate (Miss H's personality type is a real pleaser and non confrontational if at all possible), but in the back of my mind I'm thinking we just got back in the swing of the FLR so why not take advantage of it? If you want certain things done, tell me what you want and I'll take care of it. If I told her I had bought her the services of a personal assistant for a month, would she be so reluctant to use him/her for what they were supposed to do?<br />
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I realize it sounds like I'm complaining and trying to top from the bottom, but in reality I feel like I'm just trying to let her know what she has. It's like I bought her a 60" 3D HDTV and she's perfectly content watching an old black and white movie over standard cable. I'm not telling her what to watch, just showing her what features she can choose to use if she would like ;)<br />
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<br />Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-18212200427622820722013-08-29T13:42:00.000-04:002013-08-29T13:42:49.091-04:00A day off equals a day of fun.Today was an unexpected day off for me which was a pleasant surprise. This time last week I figured I'd be trudging away at work, patiently counting the minutes till Friday night so Miss H and I could have a night together. Luck worked in my favor though and here I was with a whole day off to myself. Miss H knew I would be out running errands this morning so when I got this text message I figured something was up -<br />
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I got back from my final trip of the day, a stop at Target, and texted her I was home.<br />
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I zipped onto my laptop and read her message. It wasn't long, just about five bullet points, but it basically said that I needed to get dressed in an outfit of my choice, with makeup, wig, etc and that I was allowed to masturbate for a total of 90 minutes broken up any way I wanted till 3pm. I was also to finish up any of the indoor chores that I had already been planning on doing, just now they would be done while en femme.<br />
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Its been a while since I did my own makeup so I wasn't really pleased with the results, hence no full body/face shots, but I've posted a few pics of the start of the morning. It's about 1:30pm EST as I write this so I have time to get into some other naughty things before I have to get changed back at 3pm, so you'll have to excuse me. I'll try to post the rest of the pics tomorrow or the day after.<br />
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-85749399765313549262013-08-27T14:37:00.000-04:002013-08-28T21:11:26.641-04:00So I think I just milked myself.Ok, here's the situation, I was off of work today because we were having a guy come out to look at our water heater. He wasn't coming till at least noon so Miss H wanted me dressed in some nice panties, a bra, and a butt plug. Here's what that looked like -<br />
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I wanted to be gentle so instead of fucking myself with the plug in and out like it was a dildo, I merely pushed on the base softly and in sort of a clockwise motion for maybe 20-30 seconds without touching myself at all.<br />
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Something I had never fully experienced before. I felt a soft flow of liquid out of my penis and into the sink I was standing in front of. It had the consistency of pre-cum but was slightly cloudier. I know what some people might be thinking, it was nothing more then a minor orgasm or ruined orgasm, but that wasn't it at all. I've had "accidents" where I've cum while trying to hold it in and plenty of ruined orgasms and this was different. There were no muscle contractions or feelings of forcefully ejecting anything. It just sort of spilled out on it's own. There were none of the usual stages, the build up, the feeling of being about to cum, the relaxation after ejaculating, none of that. <br />
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Then all of a sudden things just clicked and it felt so normal, so right, once more. We were back on track again and I could feel our proper roles sliding back into where they should be. Miss H wasn't overly demanding or cruel (which I kind of missed) but she had a renewed air about her, like the captain of a ship back at the helm and in control. <br />
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-86256314325248751972013-08-25T11:39:00.001-04:002013-08-25T11:39:42.677-04:00And so it begins. Again.What started as a "slow" few weeks of not getting kinky some how transformed into a very extended period of no kink with little if any sex at all between Miss H and myself. It wasn't really one thing in particular that caused it, just various circumstances that seemed to constantly get in the way. On going issues with my epididymitis, work projects for Miss, etc. Suddenly it was, "you know we haven't had sex at all in like a month?", and it was kind of shocking to say the least. We're not an old couple that's been married for twenty five years and burned out on any type of physical contact, far from it, Miss H is always ready for fun and my sex drive when it's running at full speed is insane.<br />
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Earlier in the week we decided that needed to change, this past Friday would be the start of our FLR again, something that I had missed and I know Miss H was dying for. We had the night to ourselves with no other obligations so we could just relax and slip back into our previous kinky lives. I stopped and got a bottle of wine on the way home to help smooth the transition and any awkwardness from our vanilla day to day life back into the female led relationship that worked so well for us in the past.<br />
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To be totally honest about things, while I was excited and definitely ready for a little kink, it wasn't the "Christmas morning, right about to open presents" type of excitement that I used to have in the past. For that I take the blame, or more specifically I blame some excessive masturbation. Miss H used to forbid me from masturbating without her permission and had me locked in a metal chastity cage. I was edged almost nightly and it kept me on a level 10 horniness level virtually around the clock. Anything even remotely sexual (writing posts for this blog, tasks for Miss H, being dressed and getting made up, etc) could take hours and it wouldn't matter because all I could focus on was sex, kink, and Miss H.<br />
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When we had to take a break from that due to my health issues I got lazy.<br />
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Initially I wasn't masturbating or wearing the cage anyway because of the epididymitis but because we were playing it safe, all kink kind of stopped. We got out of the FLR groove and a month or so later I was in the bathroom about to take a shower when I felt kind of horny. I started thinking that if I wanted to masturbate why shouldn't I? Neither of us were in a particularly kinky mood (at least outwardly) and suddenly bringing up the topic of dressing or actually doing something about it would be awkward. Besides, I had plenty of things to do that day and didn't have time for anything in depth anyway.<br />
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I fired up Tumblr on my phone, jerked off like crazy and came all over the place. Most importantly, I also didn't tell Miss. H. In the past, before our FLR, Miss H never gave a shit if I jerked off or not. She's not one of these people who considers it cheating so she never even gave my masturbation habits a second thought. With an FLR though, it was another story. That little act of defiance, choosing to give my self pleasure instead of Miss H making the decision of when I receive pleasure, was big.<br />
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Normally in those rare instances when I was allowed to cum, Miss H would immediately get me back in the right head space by requiring me to drink my cum from a glass and then be diapered and dressed for the rest of the night regardless of how much I protested. She knew that my sex drive instantly crashed after orgasm and that any desire to continue as her proper sissy and act accordingly would go up in smoke. By re-enforcing the proper dynamic it wouldn't take long for me to quickly get back in the swing of things and be her dotting submissive in no time at all.<br />
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Now though, by masturbating (and cumming) by myself there was no system of checks and balances in place. If I got horny or bored I would just jerk off and it was the end of it, what ever kinky thoughts and needs entered my head could be taken care of quickly and discreetly without bothering Miss H. Unfortunately the more I did it in private, the less I talked to Miss H about anything kinky, the more self conscious I got about the kinks I love. I've always been very kinky but also very shy and embarrassed about them. When Miss H and I are in FLR mode then things are right as rain. When we aren't I get all nervous and ashamed and don't have an outlet for some of stuff that really turns me on. To remedy that I masturbate, which in the long run makes things worse because I use it as a crutch rather then deal with them head on with Miss H.<br />
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I masturbate which means I don't go and tell Miss H directly I want to dress and get kinky, which leads Miss H to think I'm not into the FLR or her anymore, which leads her to step back and cool off, which makes me think she's getting sick of dealing with my kinks so I retreat to the safety of doing things by myself, and then the whole thing repeats and gets worse with every cycle until the loop is broken.<br />
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That all changed this past Friday night and I couldn't be happier. More details soon.Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-54478678392201299512013-02-23T20:15:00.000-05:002013-02-23T20:15:27.572-05:00All over the place.I think I'm either hitting menopause (which is hard to do if you're a 37 year old man) or having a mid life crisis or perhaps just afflicted with seasonal affective disorder. For the past few weeks my hormones seem to be all whacked out. Miss H and I were in the middle of a nice almost two month long period of tease and denial with no orgasms and I was flying high, horny as hell, and generally loving life. Then all of a sudden I got a little bit of chafing on my penis and things just fell apart. We had to take a few days off to let my junk heal and then it just seemed like one thing after another kept popping up to keep us from getting back on track. I was exhausted from getting up early for work so I was falling asleep around 9pm for a while, then Miss H wasn't feeling good for a couple of nights, and so on and so on.<br />
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A few days ago Miss H seemed a bit perturbed with things and said something to the effect of us not having had sex or played around in nearly a month. I thought she was crazy at first, that was after all a super long time for us to go without any kind of adult time between us, but after thinking about it for a minute and doing a mental rundown of the calendar, she was absolutely right. I have no idea how that much time passed because it sure didn't seem like that long and the strangest thing was I don't even remember being that horny in that time either. I suppose the stress of day to day life mixed in with some extended bouts of lack of sleep can put the sex drive in neutral for a while.<br />
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Several days something just kind of kicked into gear again and I was back to being really horny. I don't know what it was, there was nothing I can put my finger on, but just like that the testosterone was flowing again and Miss H and I dove into one another like horny high school kids. Feeling her touch, her warmth, once again was incredible and rekindled a sense of sexual urgency once again inside me. She said we would definetly be getting back into the FLR again in a few days but for now she wanted me to cum as much as I wanted to, a kind of final hurrah before I'm on extended lockdown again. I'm excited about that but not sure how long that will actually last, she's off to visit a friend in upsate PA this weekend and when she comes back who knows if her mood will have changed and she'll be more interested in putting my cock in a cage instead of putting it inside her. Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-64520867121003388972013-01-25T20:59:00.001-05:002013-01-25T20:59:06.692-05:00Better safe then sorry.If you live anywhere near Pennsylvania then you've probably seen that public service commercial about gambling addiction. The one where the dad drives up to the casino with a car full of presents and balloons for his kids birthday and in a happy, upbeat mood, proudly announces he's going in for a few hands real quick. Fast forward a few hours and he comes out to the darkness and realizes he's missed the party. He freaks, the gambling help line number pops up and you think "holy shit" to yourself for a few seconds before you're distracted by the next commercial that pops up for some new, overpriced, piece of shiny crap.<br />
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While I've never got to that point of desperation, I was thinking of that commercial earlier tonight and about how important self control and honesty is in the type of relationship Miss H and I have. While I do wear a cock cage every day to ensure I don't mess with Miss H's "property" if I haven't been given permission to masturbate, I'm not on total maximum security lock down. At night, Miss H will usually unlock my cage and allow me to go to bed without wearing it. Initially it was because I had epididymitis but more recently its been because I find it can be difficult to go to sleep with the metal cage I currently wear.<br />
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Because of this freedom, I actually have plenty of opportunities to masturbate if I wanted to "cheat". I could do it in the shower in the morning, in the middle of the night, etc. I don't though, because part of the rush of the FLR relationship is having Miss H in total control so sneaking around behind her back kind of defeats the purpose. Just knowing I could if I wanted to but I don't because I'm worried about what she would do if she caught me turns me on. To be perfectly honest though, in the past year or so I've slipped and masturbated at least twice without her permission. I confessed to her both times because I felt guilty. Once she had a rather severe punishment, which at the time I didn't enjoy at all (but isn't that the point of a punishment?), but in the long run the fact that I was punished so severely really drove home the FLR and was a big thrill. The other time it was more of a slap on the wrist and that was kind of a bummer but at least I didn't have to feel the sting of the cane or anything like that.<br />
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Obviously, the more she teases and denies me and the longer I go without being able to cum, the hornier I get and the harder it becomes to remain masturbation free. About an hour ago I decided to take a quick shower, and like I always do when I'm going to take a shower I take a few minutes to check out <a href="http://sissychristie.tumblr.com/">Tumblr</a>. I wasn't locked anymore (Miss H usually lets me out if I'm going to take a shower) so while scrolling through pic after pic of the most deviant porn I could find, I felt myself starting to leak pre-cum. One thing led to another and while I wasn't technically masturbating, I found myself gently rubbing myself through my panties. I knew I shouldn't be doing it but I couldn't help it, I was horny as hell, dying to dress, and generally in a super kinky mood.<br />
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I pulled my pants down, lowered my panties, and and just looked at my rock hard cock, pulsating slightly with excitement as a large drop of pre-cum shined on the tip. I used a finger to rub the pre-cum around the head of my dick and down and around my shaft. The feel of my finger gliding across the underside of my penis made me audibly grunt with frustration. For a good thirty seconds I stood there perfectly still, a raging debate going through my mind. Just a couple of minutes, I told myself, then I could cum real quick and finally relieve some of the crushing sexual pressure I felt inside me. Miss H would never know (other then perhaps my sudden lack of sexual interest and lack of proper manners over the next few days if I did cum and lose my sub space "high").<br />
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I took a firm grip of my cock and stroked myself once, the slick pre-cum spreading up and down. It felt out of this world. I did it again. Then I stopped, things were starting to go to far. At that moment in time there was nothing more I wanted then to feel my hand jerking off my cock and to soon afterwards spray a huge load of cum everywhere. To feel that most elusive pleasure of an orgasm, a pleasure that I haven't felt in way to long. To clear my head of the unrelenting sexual urges I've felt non-stop over the past month or so that Miss H has denied me any release.<br />
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I cursed softly under my breath as I knew what I had to do. There was no way I was going to be able to deny myself the thing I wanted any longer. My will was weak tonight and it was fading fast. I cursed once more when I pulled the cock cage back out from the bathroom closet. When I was finally soft again I put the cage back where it belongs and locked myself up tight. Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-45308749318558247412013-01-21T18:06:00.001-05:002013-01-21T18:06:21.540-05:00A Day of Humiliation pt. 3Miss H's final task of the day quite merciless and cruel if I do say so myself. She knew that after hours and hours of dressing and kink I would be in a state of horny euphoria and willing to do just about anything in order to quench my thirst for sexual satisfaction, and of course she was right. Almost since the point I had first started dressing earlier that day, I had been dripping pre-cum like water through a rusty down spout.<br />
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I enjoyed watching "sissy" porn and transvestite porn which usually consisted of Female Dommes and the occasional male used to abuse the submissive cross dresser, so I asked if that would be acceptable to watch. The answer was a resounding no. That would be to easy, if I was really that horny, I was to watch regular old man on man porn or nothing at all. </div>
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Sissy Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594698482805059321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492777576398307280.post-39107692423323334102013-01-15T11:35:00.001-05:002013-01-15T11:35:30.532-05:00A day of humiliation.I knew I was going to have today off for a while and I had originally planned to try and be productive and get some errands done, work around the house, etc. Boring stuff, but stuff that needed to get done none the less. I had gently hinted to Miss H about possibly getting dressed during the day my last day off and while she was receptive to the idea, I never got around to doing it (it was my fault actually). She must have remembered my innocent little request because last night she not only txted me that I was to definitely dress on this day off, but a long list of other tasks and humiliations as well. I've only recieved the first four things on the list so far (it's around 11am as I write this entry) but already there's to much to cram into a single blog post so what I'm going to do is break them down over a few days and give each the attention they deserve.<br />
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The first thing on the list was to wake up bright and early and head to Walmart to pick up a few things that Miss H needed. It didn't seem that bad until I read exactly what she had in mind for me. I was to take a butt plug and single use packet of lube into the bathroom at the Walmart near our house, edge myself for at least five minutes, then insert the butt plug, and finally go shopping for the items Miss H requested. It's been a while since Miss H wanted to engage in these tasks/humiliations again and while I was super turned on by it, I was also really nervous because I had done anything like this in probably almost six months to a year.<br />
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I waited till the coast was clear and then stood up to insert the large butt plug into my ass. Considering how anxious I was it slipped in surprisingly easily and I let out a small groan of pleasure as the plug pushed deep inside of me. </div>
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Pulling up my panties, I took a deep breath and told myself to relax, no one could see the plug through my pants and certainly nobody would ever suspect what I was doing. After washing my hands I headed out with a smile across my face as I could feel the wetness both in front of my panties (precum) and in the back (squishy lube). No one gave me a second look or paid much attention to me at all as I shopped.</div>
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I finished the rest of the shopping without incident and drove home, the butt plug still secure inside me, as I could only imagine what Miss H had in store for the rest of the day...</div>
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