What follows is an excerpt relevant to my last post.
Obviously, Chrissy and I do not have intercourse. Even when we first started dating, when I saw how small he was, I had no interest in being with him in “that way”. And now that his teeny peeny is in a perpetually limp state, he couldn’t perform even if I let him try. But that doesn’t mean he can’t satisfy me in another way – that is, with his mouth. In fact, most days end with Chrissy’s face between my legs. Usually she is on her back as I straddle her face – and I must say that she has become very skilled at using her lips and tongue in that position to bring me the pleasure I desire.
And for the past few years, I have often added a face dildo to our routine – one that is strapped in place over Chrissy’s chin in such a way that Chrissy can still work her magic with her tongue while I give the dildo an energetic ride. Chrissy is often left with her lipstick totally smeared and with slightly sore (or even bruised) lips – but those are outcomes Chrissy relishes as signs that I really enjoyed myself!
But that is not the only kind of sex I have. Throughout the many years of our relationship, I have had boyfriends – handsome, well-endowed, professionally successful men who take me out on dates (to dinner, to a show, perhaps to a concert – and occasionally on luxurious and very romantic and sex-filled vacations). Of course, I do all of this with Chrissy’s knowledge and approval, because she understands that I have needs that she simply can’t completely satisfy.
Chrissy had finished giving the house a thorough cleaning and had done the laundry, and she was ready to do one of the things she most loves in life – to be my helper as I get ready for a date.
Chrissy started by running my bath for me, then helped me undress, and when I was in the bath I enlisted her services to help wash me and shampoo my hair. Then while I relaxed in the warm bath for a few more minutes Chrissy waited obediently at attention with two large bath towels in hand – which she wrapped around my body and my hair as I stepped out. I then sat while Chrissy polished my fingernails and toenails (she actually took some cosmetology classes a few years ago and does an excellent job) and then dried and brushed my hair. During this time we chatted – about where Ross and I were going that evening and so on. I confess that I also teased her a bit (as I often do) about how different she is from Ross and about how much I was looking forward to feeling Ross’s strong arms around me, his lips against mine, and his beautiful big hard cock inside of me.
Chrissy did get a little sad at that moment, and said that she sometimes wonders what her life would have been like if she weren’t such a small-dicked sissy. Her sad look and comment amused me, and in response I gave her a little kiss and reminded her how fortunate she is to be my beloved sissy maid, and that it was silly of her to waste time thinking about how different things might have been for her if she had a bigger cock because – it was obvious that she was born to be a sissy, and that it was laughable to even think about her as a “real man”.
Chrissy greeted us at the door in her well-trained way – with a curtsy and with eyes submissively down. Then as we went into the TV room, Chrissy brought us drinks and asked if there was anything else she could do for us. By then I was sitting on a couch with my head on Ross’s shoulder and his arm around me, while Miranda was on a chair in Alex’s lap – and it was Miranda who told Chrissy that Alex wanted to see her limp little peeny. Chrissy blushed a deep shade of red and looked at me to see if this was something she really had to do. Of course, I nodded yes – and Chrissy then obediently stood in front of Alex and lifted up her skirt to show him her little sissy clit in its chastity. I reached down to my anklet (where I keep the key), unlocked the chastity, and then showed how Alex how completely unresponsive Chrissy’s clitty is even when it’s squeezed and stroked. I also showed Alex the design of the chastity (with its internal spikes) so that he could really understand how the conditioning had occurred. Of course, every time I gave Chrissy’s limp peeny a flick, we all laughed, while Chrissy hung her head in shame.
I then put Chrissy’s chastity back on and dismissed her…………..
Ross and I went up to my bedroom.
On our way to the bedroom, I also called out for Chrissy to join us. Now, I should explain that, usually, I do not permit Chrissy to be present when I’m in the bedroom with my boyfriends, but occasionally I do – as a kind of reward when Chrissy has been particularly well behaved (as she had been this past Saturday). So while Ross led me by the hand to the bedroom, Chrissy scampered behind us, and while Ross and I stood kissing and embracing and petting each other, Chrissy knelt on the floor beside us. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I stepped back so that Chrissy could do what she knew would be her role – removing my clothes. This is, as they say, a bit of a bittersweet task for Chrissy, because she loves everything involved in slowly removing my clothing and lingerie to reveal my beautiful nakedness, but at the same time, she is painfully aware at all moments that she is doing it to prepare me for sex with my boyfriend.
While I was being disrobed, Ross removed all of his clothes except for his boxers – though they did little to hide the evidence of his arousal. And when I was completely naked, Chrissy then crawled on her hands and knees over to Ross to remove Ross’s one remaining item of clothing – something Chrissy has learned to do very carefully. And then finally, when Ross’s gorgeous erection was in full sight – and as I always do at that moment – I made Chrissy focus all of her attention on it, noting how much bigger it was than hers had ever been, and I then directed Chrissy to give it some gentle kisses and to lubricate the head with her tongue. It always gives me a little thrill to watch Chrissy doing that – partly because it is the prelude to taking Ross’s huge cock inside of me, but also because it is such a powerful demonstration of how well my sissy husband has been trained and of how fully she has come to accept her position of effeminate sissified subservience in our relationship. And then – after giving the tip of Ross’s hard cock on final kiss, Chrissy left –as I always require her to do at that point – and then Ross and I got into bed for a night of passionate lovemaking.