Let's Face it...

...there's more than one way to worship a woman.  All forms of worship don't have to be physical but can include an emotional connection of devotion, obedience and servitude.  But the most intimate forms of worship tend to focus on a woman's body and in most cases, more specific parts of her body.

Paying special attention to a woman's privates is often the most intimate act between a submissive and his/her Mistress.  I've spent countless hours worshiping my beautiful Wife's private parts (both front and back) in a variety of ways.

Though I've blissfully enjoyed each of those times, my absolute favorite times are when She lowers Her pussy and ass onto my face.   I'll never forget the first time She did that.  It was intoxicating and addicting.

I remain addicted to this day...and face-sitting is still my favorite way to worship Her.

Love,

sissy terrie 👅👄💋

Called to Service

We were dinner guests at a neighbors last night and it was a very uncomfortable evening for me.  My discomfort had nothing to do with the neighbors (who were wonderful hosts) the dinner or the libations they served (which were all excellent) but instead with what took place shortly before we made our way to their home.

What had been an otherwise busy and "vanilla" Saturday with both of us catching up on a week's worth of things that hadn't been done and my doing some housework (wearing an apron if you're interested), quickly turned into a situation which left me both sexually satisfied and frustrated at the same time.  And as I said earlier very uncomfortable...for hours.

It all began as I was just about finished doing housework, when Diane came down wearing nothing but an open blouse and told me my services were needed upstairs.  "I want you to eat me."  Before I could say anything She added "Now.  Drop whatever. you're doing."

I've experienced this type of authoritative behavior before, but the impact it has on me never diminishes.  Her Dominance and control along with my submissiveness and obedience are on full display.  

I began to untie my apron as She walked away and as if She had eyes on the back of Her head said "Leave your apron on."

Less than a minute or two later I found myself kneeling at the foot of the bed with my face buried between Her thighs.  I could tell immediately that it wouldn't take Her long to achieve an orgasm. 

When it did arrive, it was powerful and She let me know it was.  The little time it took led Her to insist on another.  

My duties complete, She thanked me, gave me a kiss on my forehead and told me I could go finish whatever it was I was doing.

Life is full of surprises and strangely, much of it is a paradox.  What took place over the span of maybe 10 minutes satisfied the great need I have to be controlled by my Dominant Wife.  At the same time it left me frustrated that, unlike Diane, i had not physical sexual satisfaction.  

The discomfort I experienced came from my heightened state of sexual arousal and manifested itself inside the tiny pink cage I was wearing on my "privates."   

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

Aprons & Coffee

My apron was laid out for me last night.  She does that once and awhile.  It's an indication that She expects up and "dressed" well before Her and to have Her coffee served in bed.  I feel honored to be able to do this for Her.  I also like how the apron makes me feel.

Then I get to serve the coffee with the local paper. 

After the second cup, She's ready to be worshiped.  

Love,

sissy terrie