Joint Decision Making

In a Female Led Marriage, not ALL decisions are made solely by the wife....

 

From the Tumblr blog Bi Top For Cuckold Couples

“You’re much, much smaller than him.  Even when you’re at your most erect state and he’s still soft, there’s still no comparison” Michelle told the cuckold.  “And besides, you still have that nasty masturbation habit.”

The cuckold blushed with shame.  It was useless to argue.  She’d caught him masturbating numerous times and even though it had been awhile since the last time she caught him, he knew that she knew he still did it.  All he could say was “I’m sorry.”

“Well, that’s why we’ve decided to put you in chastity.”

The short piece above brings back vivid memories of my own initiation into chastity.  After we'd tried it several times before my becoming a cuckold, D had felt it (and me) were too high maintenance for it to work.  But after She began Her relationship with Karl, the decision to put me into chastity was a joint one.  It came with the caveat that suck it up and stop my complaining about it. 

I approached it more maturely and with less whining.  At the same time, we changed cages and spent more money so that I could be more comfortable.  That was more than 9 years ago.  

Love,

sissy terrie

 

Panties Are a Privilege

Here's a little something from one of my most loyal and dearest followers who at least for now shall remain anonymous.  It's about a "writing assignment" her Wife gave her early on in their Female Led Marriage.   I hope you enjoy! 

The Significance of my Panties

"I don't think you understand or appreciate the significance of the panties I'm making you wear" Catherine told her submissive husband immediately after she'd finished with his spanking.  

"You're to write a short essay.  I want to see that you understand this.  200 words exactly.  No more, no less.  I want it by tomorrow evening when I get home from work.  You'll read it to me before dinner" Catherine told him.  "Understand?" 

"Yes Ma'am" the penitent husband responded meekly and punctually delivered her assignment as directed.

Yes, I understand the significance of wearing wifey panties. I must wear panties that no sexy REAL  Woman would wear. No thongs or skimpy bikinis. No, no, no. I should wear panties like my mother wore, like the ones I first put on, like the ones I  first found in Mom’s dresser drawer or the laundry hamper. My panties should fully cover my useless tiny penis and sissy bottom and allow room for tucking away or my chastity cage.

I never wear black. Black is for Dominants. I prefer pink, but I also like white. It is so virginal (for when I am being denied), and pastels and floral patterns highlight our femininity. Lace and bows are a special treat. A real woman pays little attention to her panties unless she is preparing for a date and wants to arouse a man with sexy panties. But, I’m not aroused by panties on a woman. I  want to wear them.  I think about our panties all day long! And I have more pretty panties than any REAL Woman. You  allow me to wear these symbols of femininity as part of my devotion to You.  Wearing panties, wifey panties, is a privilege.

What a lovely "essay!"  An essay like this is far better than writing lines, and getting it at exactly 200 words is one of those beautiful examples of a Wife exerting Her authority just because she can.

I'm pretty sure I counted the words correctly!

Love,

sissy terrie 💋

Living in a Female Led Relationship

Some mid-week thoughts and free advice on "living the life"...

After having written about some of our (Mistress and mine) more steamy scenes, those where She exerts Her sexual dominance and prowess over me, I'm often inundated with private emails and comments here telling me what a "lucky sissy" I am.  

I always love receiving those comments and hearing those words.  They are reminders that I should never take Diane's love for granted - NEVER.  They make me realize how many "men" out there who have desires that are very similar to mine never get the opportunity to experience some of the things I do.

At the same time a real life Female Led Relationship involves so much beyond the sex.  It's not always about chastity, feminization, strap-on sex, body worship, discipline, humiliation, etc.  Though all of these when taken in their totality play an important part in our lives, the fact is that as we've matured, they are not THE most important, nor are they the things that keep it all together.

The things that happen in our daily lives that are influenced by my surrendering control to Diane serve as the foundation of our relationship.  Let me give you some examples.  These are things I learned years ago from a dear friend, "Jane", a submissive wife to her dominant husband.  Diane and me knew the couple very well. As a submissive cd/sissy, I could relate to Jane and she even served as a "mentor" to me in some ways.  The following is a few pieces of advice she gave me.  Note that I've made "gender specific" changes to reflect our own specific situation.  She called them Jane's Rules...

Terry's Rules

Never React Immediately

Take your time responding - When something makes you uncomfortable, you don't agree with something, something angers you or you just flatly disagree, think about your response carefully before saying something.  

Compliment Her Regularly

Appreciate Her - Whenever She does something nice to or for you, take the time to thank Her properly. Point out Her achievements and praise Her.  Never let a day go buy without complimenting Her and thanking Her.

Don't be Upset When She's in a Bad Mood

Consider Her Feelings - When She's in a bad mood and not paying attention to your needs, don't whine or nag, be  patient and supportive of Her.  Be there for Her, just as She is there for you. 

Smile More - Be Happy

Make Her happier by being happy yourself - As Her submissive you must be attentive to Her needs and moods.  Your own mood is important as well.  No one likes being with a submissive who isn't in a bood mood.  Make an effort to appreciate the little things; this will put you in a better mood.  Your smile and happiness will make the world of difference to Her. 

Give Her Space 

Don't bother Her with too many questions - If you can tell She isn't feeling well, not talkative, etc. give Her some space and don't be constantly asking Her if you can do something for Her.  Ask once and if She says "No" then you must accept it, take a step back and wait patiently until you are needed.  

These are some of the suggestions Jane provided me.  There's more and they are all pretty simple and wise.  They may appear to be easy but they can be more difficult than you think to get used to.  Success starts when you, the submissive agrees to surrender control to your Dominant.  Once you've fully accepted that, it becomes much easier.  

Remember - "To thine own self be true."

Finally, a special shout-out to Jane who will always be a dear and loving friend.

Love,

sissy terrie 💕

A Change in Their Marriage

Happy Saturday!

This morning I'm happy to publish another lovely story from my sissy girlfriend Nancy.   She's been featured on this blog before and several of you have asked when she would be writing again.  Well she's back with another multipart story that I'm sure you'll all enjoy!!!

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A Change in Their Marriage

Twenty years is a long time to keep secrets. Jim had wanted to tell Carla the truth many times. He’d started to tell her several times, had wanted to, but always got scared, worried that she’d get angry, that she wouldn’t understand. Then something happened that made it easier. She took control and did the asking.

They went away for a romantic weekend to celebrate their anniversary, left the kids with her parents. On the first night before they went out to dinner, she presented him with an elaborately wrapped box. He sat on the bed in their suite, opened it, and found two pairs of panties, identical in style with lace insets, somewhat sheer and two delicate bows a the waist.  He held them gingerly, saw that one was slightly larger than the other.

“Tonight, things change,” Carla said, “No more sneaking around wearing my panties.”

“But I,” Jim began.

“No more pretend, no more lying,” Carla said. She held up a hand, leaned in and kissed him on the lips, took the larger pair of panties, “You will wear these to dinner. The other pair are mine. At home I have a dozen everyday panties for you.”

“Carla…”

“You’re not that good at hiding, Jim. I’ve known for a long time. A woman knows if someone is in her panty drawer, in her hamper, wearing her panties, stretching them, soiling them. It’s okay. It really is. I’ve come to accept it. I just don’t want you sneaking around like a teenager. If you want to wear women’s panties, admit it.”

At dinner Jim had trouble finishing his steak. He drank two rum and Cokes and still his heart was pounding. His cock was semi-erect. Carla was wearing the shortest of short skirts and a blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. He couldn’t stop thinking about their matching panties and every time his cock twitched, the sensation of the nylon made him want to reach for his crotch.

Carla spoke more frankly than he’d ever known her to be, and she made little effort to keep their conversation quiet. “You’d best get used to wearing panties, Jim. From now on that’s all you’ll be wearing 365/24/7. Doctor’s appointments, fishing trips with the boys, doesn’t matter. You want panties, that’s all you’ll have. And there’ll be no more secrets.”

Jim blushed, but his cock twitched at the idea.

“I want you to say it out loud, Jim. Say it loud and clear or you can go up to the room and sleep on the couch: I like to wear women’s underwear and I want my wife to give me permission to wear panties.”
Jim looked around, took a big gulp of water, a deep breath, tried to look Carla in the eyes as best he could, “I like to wear women’s underwear. Please give me permission to wear panties.”

“Wear panties like a woman,” Carla added.

“Please give me permission to wear panties like a woman,” Jim said, his face as red as the checks on the gingham table cloth.

Carla spoke up much louder than Jim felt she needed to. “Yes, Jim, if you want to wear women’s panties, you have my permission.”

He closed his eyes, fought back tears. “Thank you.”

“I want to know this; have you been masturbating in my panties?” Carla asked, leaning forward, elbows on the table, her chin in her hands.

“I, ah, I, ah, sometimes…” Jim admitted.

“I thought so. That explains why sometimes you are not ready when I want it. That will stop, like now, like it’s done.” She leaned back, took a long sip from her Chardonnay. “No more wanking.”
“When we get up to the room, we’re going to play a little game of True Confessions. I’m going to allow you to lick my pussy while I interrogate you about what you fantasize about when you wear my panties, when you used to jerk off. There will be absolutely no fucking until I am entirely certain that there are no more secrets. Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

(to be continued)

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Whew!  I've already read this twice and I'm just as aroused in my Holy Trainer as I was the first time!

Read Part 2 next Saturday!

Love,

sissy terrie 💖

Sexy in Her Strap-on

In Her most Dominant of moods, Mistress is likely to tell me to fetch Her strap-on harness and simply take charge.  Rarely does it come totally by surprise.  Having spent many years with Her, I can sense the buildup over a few days.  I do my best to "be ready."

What eventually plays out is what I consider to be the ultimate "role reversal" as we go through the "process."  Despite Her feminine beauty, charm and more, She's in full "Alpha" mode with Her girl cock firmly in place.  Dressed appropriately for what's about to transpire and already in a deep subspace, Her demeanor awakens my most beta and feminine of feelings.

Forgive me for sounding misogynistic, but from foreplay to finish, She uses me just as any man would enjoy his dutiful wife.

Love,

sissy terrie 💖

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 2

Last Saturday I posted a the first part of my sissy friend Nancy's story about her own chastity journey.  Over the next several Saturdays, you'll get a chance to read a new segment until it reaches its beautiful "climax."  Try not to be naughty gurls and touch yourselves while reading it ok?  I know it's hard but we can do it if we try.

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

 Part II - A Different Kind of Chastity

She put her wine glass down and dropped her finger from the side of her black lace panties so that the thin fabric slipped back over her pussy. I could see the dark outline of her special place through her panties. I wanted her, wanted to smell her, taste her. I felt her looking at me, watching. She scooted forward on the chair, opened her legs wide, put both of her hands on the back of my head, and pulled my head into her.

Kelly: “Breathe. Smell me. Imagine how wonderful it would be to be allowed to put your penis inside me.”

Surrounded by her powerful scent, my pants still down at my knees, I inhaled deeply, and reached for my cock. Immediately, I felt her hands on my hair and she jerked my head back.

Kelly: “Hands off. Did I tell you that you could play with it?”

Me: (Startled) “No, I, ah…”

Kelly: “You’ve taken far too many liberties with that thing of yours for too long. Selfish liberties. You asked what you could do for me? You want to have more sex?

Me: “Yes, I…

She put a finger to her lips. “Shh!” She hitched up her skirt, reached under it, slid off her panties and glared at me.

Kelly: “Stand up.” When I complied, she handed me her panties. “I know what you’ve been doing with my panties from the hamper, so don’t try to tell me you haven’t.” She opened her legs exposing her pussy. My eyes immediately focused there. “Look me in the eyes, not at my cunt,” she demanded, “And I want the truth. I found a pair of my soiled panties in your jeans pocket, and I know you’ve been rummaging through the laundry. I want you to show me what you’ve been doing.”

I held her panties in my hand, tried hard to look her in the eyes.

Kelly: “Come on,” she commanded, “Show me what nasty shameful things you do with my panties when I’m not around.”

I slowly raised them to my face, opened the waist band and slipped them over my head with the gusset on my nose. Ashamed, I closed my eyes.

Kelly: “Look at me.” Amused, she shook her head, smiled. “Then I supposed you jerk off. Do you get another pair to pleasure yourself?”

I looked away. She was right. I’d been doing it for some time, had gotten careless.

Me: “Y-y-yes.”

Kelly: “Is this how a husband should behave? Going around behind his wife’s back sniffing her panties and masturbating like a teenager?”

Me: “I, I…”

Kelly: “Take those panties off your head. You look ridiculous. Kneel and get in front of my pussy. You may look, not touch.”

I did as she asked, quick as I could, my entire body trembled. My cock was rock hard and twitching. Her pussy was glistening wet. She spread her lips with her fingers.

Kelly: “Things are going to change. No more masturbating. None! And your little penis will NEVER enter me again. Never.” She paused to let that sink in, inserted a finger deep inside as if to demonstrate what I would be losing.“It is obvious that you can not control your penis. From this day forward I am taking control of it. I know you love my pussy, so I shall teach you to be a world class pussy eater. And since you seem to have such a thing for my panties, we are going to have to do something about that as well. Now, get in the bedroom and wait for me by the side of the bed. I will be in shortly. We need to have a little discussion about your penis and this masturbation habit of yours."

To be continued....