The rest of my weekend was quite intense. Jack stayed over again on Saturday. When I think back to Friday and Saturday I can't quite believe how much cum I swallowed. It's enough to make a sissy turn beet red.
It seems like he is always able to get hard and she seemed to never get fucked by him often enough. And then something new happened. After I had cleaned her I started to lick his cock clean.
I'll never get over how big he is or how he starts to get hard again so soon after he has an orgasm. This time Miss Emily instructed me to start on his balls. They seem huge to me. Much bigger than mine. I was told to suck them. That really felt strange.
Then I licked his cock and took it in my mouth. I could still taste her on. That excites me so much. I could feel my clit dripping in my panties. I could feel him getting harder.
I was going to stop as I had in the past but as I started to pull my mouth up I felt his hands on the back of my head. I ket sucking as he let go.
My jaw was getting sore. I could feel him getting harder. Then I felt his hands on my head again. I felt so small as he started to move his cock in an out of my mouth. And then I felt him tense. I knew he was about to cum. In my mouth. I'd never swallowed it like that before.
And then he came. It wasn't a huge load but it was hot and sticky. I swallowed to keep from gagging.
The he pushed me away. His cock slapped my nose. A drop of cum landed on my cheek.
I heard her laugh and say "you are such a little cum slut."
I know I blushed.
I find it amazing that when I am in the moment doing these things it feels natural. Later it embarrasses me.
Sunday was completely different, filled with a family visit and a night in which I was more wife than cuckold. I'll write about that later today.
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Showing posts with label Humiliation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humiliation. Show all posts
June 16, 2014
May 27, 2014
Emily's 2nd Date Continued
As time has passed since Miss Emily's 2nd date with Jack the details of it seem less important than what I felt and still feel.
Yes she spent the night. Yes I watched her have sex with him. She had that look I'd never seen before. She locked my eyes while I watched them. I was embarrassed and jealous and my penis was dripping in its cage.
Cleaning them both after he came added to my humiliation. It was clear I was a servant, there to amuse them both. Being dismissed to wash his clothes so they'd be ready in the morning added to the feeling I had of being small and insignificant.
Passing her bedroom door later I could hear them having sex again. I'm not sure if it was worse watching or being excluded. Isn't that strange?
I didn't sleep well. I kept thinking about that look on Miss Emily's face. And I thought of the taste of the cum as I cleaned her pussy and his cock.
The next morning I awoke late and found them eating breakfast in the kitchen. They were both relaxed and smiling. I felt like an outsider. They mostly ignored me as they chatted, ate and kissed at times.
It was after 11 when they said their goodbyes. A passionate kiss at the door made me jealous all over again. Hearing her called "darling" added to the feeling.
After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, Miss Emily called me into her bedroom. She told me she was proud of me. Why does hearing that make all this seem worth it?
Then she surprised me by unlocking my chastity cage. She told she wanted me to play with my "tiny cockette." I was allowed to cum when she gave me the word. She handed me the small plastic plate that she has trained me to cum on.
While I masturbated she talked about how good it felt to be fucked by Jack. She told me to remember how his cock felt in my mouth. I was almost crying and still I was hard. Finally she gave me the word. I spurted my "sissy juice" as she calls it onto the plate. I knew to lick it all up.
She looked so pleased. I cried.
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May 23, 2014
Miss Emily's Second Date
I mentioned in my last post that Miss Emily had gone on another date with her lover, Jack, who I must now always address as Sir. There had been a lot going on the last month and I had been able to put Miss Emily's first night with him far from my mind.
When she told me she needed a night with him my heart sank. To be honest, he scares me and I remembered how jealous I was the last time. There wasn't much point i telling Miss Emily how I felt. She does as she pleases.
So I found myself late on Saturday afternoon drawing her bubble bath. Seeing her naked always takes my breath away. My little clit stirred in its cage. I haven't been allowed to cum since our California trip. Drying her after her bath was thrilling and difficult. I couldn't help planting a kiss on her slit. It was moist and smelled musky. I heard her chuckle as she patted my head. I felt so small.
Helping her dress and watching her do her makeup made me feel jealous again. When she was almost done I was told to put on my French maid's uniform. That's how I answered the door. I felt so embarrassed. I took his coat, offered him a drink and went to get Miss Emily.
I was almost in tears. Miss Emily told me to pull myself together. She said there was no reason to be jealous. I guess she's right. But I couldn't help it.
Watching him kiss her was humiliating.
And then they left. He has his arm around her waist. I was ordered to stay in uniform and be ready to serve when they returned.
The next two hours passed slowly.
I have housework to do so I'll have to continue this later.
When she told me she needed a night with him my heart sank. To be honest, he scares me and I remembered how jealous I was the last time. There wasn't much point i telling Miss Emily how I felt. She does as she pleases.
So I found myself late on Saturday afternoon drawing her bubble bath. Seeing her naked always takes my breath away. My little clit stirred in its cage. I haven't been allowed to cum since our California trip. Drying her after her bath was thrilling and difficult. I couldn't help planting a kiss on her slit. It was moist and smelled musky. I heard her chuckle as she patted my head. I felt so small.
Helping her dress and watching her do her makeup made me feel jealous again. When she was almost done I was told to put on my French maid's uniform. That's how I answered the door. I felt so embarrassed. I took his coat, offered him a drink and went to get Miss Emily.
I was almost in tears. Miss Emily told me to pull myself together. She said there was no reason to be jealous. I guess she's right. But I couldn't help it.
Watching him kiss her was humiliating.
And then they left. He has his arm around her waist. I was ordered to stay in uniform and be ready to serve when they returned.
The next two hours passed slowly.
I have housework to do so I'll have to continue this later.
April 8, 2014
Home for a Day
I am back home for one day to do Miss Emily's laundry. Then it will be back to her mother's home and life as a child.
It's been tiring playing with dolls, learning little girl games and being given juice boxes. Her mother enjoys washing my mouth out with soap and seeing me cry.
It seems to me I have been there for weeks but it's only been a few days.
It makes me wonder if Miss Emily really needs me.
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It's been tiring playing with dolls, learning little girl games and being given juice boxes. Her mother enjoys washing my mouth out with soap and seeing me cry.
It seems to me I have been there for weeks but it's only been a few days.
It makes me wonder if Miss Emily really needs me.
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March 28, 2014
Answering Questions
A reader of my At the Salon post asked a few questions.
I was allowed to penetrate Miss Emily once, although she says it doesn't count because she didn't feel anything and she did not allow me to cum. She says I am a virgin. I'll let you decide.
As for Miss Emily, she has been with men before she met me and I think one day she will want to do that again. She has not mentioned it in quite a while, so I am not sure what she is thinking about cuckolding me.
I try not to think about it. I always want her to be happy but the idea makes my stomach churn and I think it would make me jealous. That probably sounds crazy considering I know she'll never allow me to penetrate her again.
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I was allowed to penetrate Miss Emily once, although she says it doesn't count because she didn't feel anything and she did not allow me to cum. She says I am a virgin. I'll let you decide.
As for Miss Emily, she has been with men before she met me and I think one day she will want to do that again. She has not mentioned it in quite a while, so I am not sure what she is thinking about cuckolding me.
I try not to think about it. I always want her to be happy but the idea makes my stomach churn and I think it would make me jealous. That probably sounds crazy considering I know she'll never allow me to penetrate her again.
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March 23, 2014
Serving & Humiliation
Miss Emily made sure I knew my place this weekend just in case being sent to my room early on Friday wasn't enough.
Once a week I clean the apartment of Miss Emily's friend, Miss Amy. Because we were away I missed a week. I spent yesterday cleaning her apartment and doing her laundry. Two weeks worth of laundry. I spent eight hours there while Miss Emily and Miss Amy went out to play tennis and enjoy the day.
While they ate dinner, which I cooked for them, I hand washed Miss Amy's laundry. That took two hours to complete. When we got home I was sent to bed at 8 p.m. But the humiliation for the day wasn't over. Miss Emily dressed me in pajama's that looked like some a little girl would wear.
It was embarrassing, but I didn't think much about it. I was tired from the housework and feel asleep holding the pink bear she put in my arms when she tucked me in.
When I awoke there was a note in the bathroom telling me to dress in the clothes in the box on the counter. Inside was a complete outfit like a little girl would wear, a pink lacy dress, white tights, ruffled panties and pink shoes.
I felt my stomach turn as I dressed after I took a shower. Miss Emily came in and said how adorable I looked. She handed me the bear and told me to follow her. She had me sit on the kitchen floor while she started to cook.
I felt ignored as she started cooking. I knew it was too much food for her and on my diet I wasn't likely to get any pancakes, eggs or bacon. Then the doorbell rang. I wanted to crawl in a hole.
Miss Emily came back and I could hear her talking. She was with her parents. Her mother had seen me dressed like a child before but I still felt humiliated. She was smirking as she looked at me. I felt like crying.
Then Miss Emily's sister showed up. While they ate I sat on the floor near Miss Emily playing with a plastic tea set. Miss Emily's father served the meal but he was allowed to sit at the table. While he did the dishes the worst part of the day came.
Sunday is always punishment day and Miss Emily decided her mother and sister would be a part of it. I was made to stand before her and lower my panties and tights. They had a good laugh at my new pink chastity cage. Miss Sara, her sister, is usually mean to me and she loved seeing it.
I ended up over the knee of each while I was paddled. After a half hour in the corner I thanked them for punishing me.
After they left it was back to my maid's uniform.
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Once a week I clean the apartment of Miss Emily's friend, Miss Amy. Because we were away I missed a week. I spent yesterday cleaning her apartment and doing her laundry. Two weeks worth of laundry. I spent eight hours there while Miss Emily and Miss Amy went out to play tennis and enjoy the day.
While they ate dinner, which I cooked for them, I hand washed Miss Amy's laundry. That took two hours to complete. When we got home I was sent to bed at 8 p.m. But the humiliation for the day wasn't over. Miss Emily dressed me in pajama's that looked like some a little girl would wear.
It was embarrassing, but I didn't think much about it. I was tired from the housework and feel asleep holding the pink bear she put in my arms when she tucked me in.
When I awoke there was a note in the bathroom telling me to dress in the clothes in the box on the counter. Inside was a complete outfit like a little girl would wear, a pink lacy dress, white tights, ruffled panties and pink shoes.
I felt my stomach turn as I dressed after I took a shower. Miss Emily came in and said how adorable I looked. She handed me the bear and told me to follow her. She had me sit on the kitchen floor while she started to cook.
I felt ignored as she started cooking. I knew it was too much food for her and on my diet I wasn't likely to get any pancakes, eggs or bacon. Then the doorbell rang. I wanted to crawl in a hole.
Miss Emily came back and I could hear her talking. She was with her parents. Her mother had seen me dressed like a child before but I still felt humiliated. She was smirking as she looked at me. I felt like crying.
Then Miss Emily's sister showed up. While they ate I sat on the floor near Miss Emily playing with a plastic tea set. Miss Emily's father served the meal but he was allowed to sit at the table. While he did the dishes the worst part of the day came.
Sunday is always punishment day and Miss Emily decided her mother and sister would be a part of it. I was made to stand before her and lower my panties and tights. They had a good laugh at my new pink chastity cage. Miss Sara, her sister, is usually mean to me and she loved seeing it.
I ended up over the knee of each while I was paddled. After a half hour in the corner I thanked them for punishing me.
After they left it was back to my maid's uniform.
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March 9, 2014
About Humiliation
The questions that Florida Dom asked regarding my last post made me start thinking about a big aspect of my life as a sissy wife/maid. That's humiliation. Miss Emily loves to see me blush, stammer and even cry.
And for some reason, while I dislike the feeling at first, I crave the feeling of being humiliated, too.
Once Miss Emily began feminizing me there was no way to hide my status from the world. Since our wedding last July, I have not worn any male clothes. I do have ladies slacks and blouses that aren't obviously feminine at a glance, but that's about as close to male clothes as I get.
Because of that friends and family know all about my status in our marriage. Miss Emily does little to hide it. I thought meeting her parents was humiliating. I was dressed in peach colored capris, a white sheer blouse with cap sleeves and sandals that showed my peach nails. Her mother loved Miss Emily's choice of a sissy.
After some questioning about my family and life I was put to work serving coffee. I was shaking like a leaf. I also found out that Miss Emily's father was submissive to his wife. He is not a sissy, but it's clear who is in charge.
As punishment for acting like a child, I was dressed as a 3 year old and had to act that way for a weekend. I wanted to crawl into a hole when her mother came to babysit. She talked to me about how naughty girls needed to learn their place. It was a long evening.
And then there's my mother and sister. They both adore Miss Emily and compliment her on the control she has taken and the way she is training me.
That's just a little bit of the humiliation I endure.
And for some reason, while I dislike the feeling at first, I crave the feeling of being humiliated, too.
Once Miss Emily began feminizing me there was no way to hide my status from the world. Since our wedding last July, I have not worn any male clothes. I do have ladies slacks and blouses that aren't obviously feminine at a glance, but that's about as close to male clothes as I get.
Because of that friends and family know all about my status in our marriage. Miss Emily does little to hide it. I thought meeting her parents was humiliating. I was dressed in peach colored capris, a white sheer blouse with cap sleeves and sandals that showed my peach nails. Her mother loved Miss Emily's choice of a sissy.
After some questioning about my family and life I was put to work serving coffee. I was shaking like a leaf. I also found out that Miss Emily's father was submissive to his wife. He is not a sissy, but it's clear who is in charge.
As punishment for acting like a child, I was dressed as a 3 year old and had to act that way for a weekend. I wanted to crawl into a hole when her mother came to babysit. She talked to me about how naughty girls needed to learn their place. It was a long evening.
And then there's my mother and sister. They both adore Miss Emily and compliment her on the control she has taken and the way she is training me.
That's just a little bit of the humiliation I endure.
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