The Silken Trap - polyamory

Accepting my inner slut

nospam@example.com (slave tia) — Sun, 02 Jun 2013 08:31:49 -0600

Ohhh last night....

Last night Mistress & Sir came over for 'movie night'. I was dressed for the occasion in nothing but pink thong panties, thigh high pink fishnets, and high heels. I had shaved my body totally smooth earlier, so I was already feeling very sexy and slutty and submissive when Mistress ordered me to get on my knees in front of her husband and remove his clothes with my teeth.

It was awkward and humiliating...just like Mistress likes it for me, but soon he was naked from the waist down and I was kissing my way up his legs, soon kissing, sucking and worshipping his cock, licking up and down the shaft, taking it as deep as I could...

And while I have done this act before, with him, and with others--this time was different...I dont know how to describe it. It felt right. More right than ever before. The natural kneejerk "this is alien!" feeling I get at first when I am engaged in forced bi play did not occur. I'm usually a bit more reluctant, hung up on my own inhibitions.

But it just felt so right...so natural for me. I wasnt even fully feminized...no wig or makeup, just thong panties, fishnets and heels. But I felt so sexy and slutty and feeling feminized in my mind that I felt myself melt into slutty obedience.

Everytime Sir played with one of my nipples, or ran a hand over my cockette in my panties, or rubbed it with his leg as I sucked his cock I melted at the the touch and revelled in the slutty pleasure I was feeling. It was like the door of all my inhibitions and shyness and reluctance was not only opened, it was knocked down entirely!

I still gagged a bit and felt like I was choking when Mistress insisted I suck it deeper into my throat, and pushed my head down onto his cock. T'm thankful I didnt throw up, as I feared I would from the gag reflex. But I was doing such a good job sucking his cock that I got him to cum inside my mouth--way before Mistress was ready, as she had gone out of the room to get her strap-on.

She lubed me up and fucked me anyway, on my knees, her husband's cock still in my mouth...a sissy sextoy to both of them....mmmmm...

Thats all I ever want to be..

The 'Master' Fantasy

nospam@example.com (slave tia) — Sat, 25 May 2013 08:28:17 -0600

Probably one of my hottest, reoccurring fantasies is the "master/boyfriend" fantasy.

In it, my Mistress chooses a dominant male friend of hers to rule over me in her absence, whenever she is not presently using me and I am available for service. I am sent to his house regularly, to be fully femmed and obedient. There I am his to use in every way...and Mistress will know if I am not a good girl. Pictures/videos are taken to ensure my compliance and for her to review my performance. More than likely, I am kept in chastity to further induce my femmed and kept state of mind.

Its an extreme forced bi fantasy really. Its the thought of being so much under Mistress's control that I am like a puppet dancing to her strings, even if I am miles away. Its about *her* power, *not* just 'an excuse for bi sex' as people outside the fetish do not seem to understand.

Cheap armchair psychology, if you ask me.

I honestly do not look at other men at all and find them attractive, so I dont consider myself 'bi' in its purest sense--you know, as if I found both sexes equally attractive and desirable naturally. I have a bi side, no question, but its not the default setting in my head, if you follow me. Context is everything.

What makes me melt is the force. The surrender. The thought that someone (better yet, multiple someones!) finds me sexy enough as a submissive sissy that they ensnare me and trap me and wrap me up in chains both physical, mental and emotional that there is no way out, even if I wanted to. To be kept, forcibly kept in that state of sweet submission...bliss. Total bliss.

My 'first time' for forced bi play was years ago, and I've had plenty of 'adventures' since then.....but it still hasn't lost its power to make me blush and squirm and go weak in the knees...

A Sissy's Holiday

nospam@example.com (slave tia) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 07:24:46 -0700

It was just before Xmas and I was with Mistress and her husband on the couch dressed in a pink sheer mesh chemise, thong panties and pink seamed stockings, high heels and my collar. I hadn't been made up but Mistress wanted me to look as pretty as possible anyway, and she liked my choice of outfit.

We watched a movie for a while and had some wine and eventually, with that gleam in her eye she told me to fetch her crop and wait for her and Sir in the playroom on my knees, the crop held between my teeth. I scampered off to the playroom to obey and tried to hold her crop as best I could without getting teethmarks on it.

Not that it spared me any lashes when she came in! But I could tell she wanted some other kind of entertainment, as she sat in a chair and told me to crawl to her husband and beg him to spank me.

The embarrassment and the wine made it hard to beg without a nervous giggle or two but I did manage to beg him to spank my sissy ass and with a big smile he shackled my wrists and and chained me up standing in the corner.

What followed was....one of the most erotic experiences of my life. *bright blush*

I've had forced bi experiences before...you'd think I'd have become used to it by now, but no, its still a very powerful act to me. And usually my experiences in the past have been more sexual than sensual, if you follow what I'm saying. Like the difference between making love and fucking.

He played me like an instrument and I loved every second of it. Soft touches, caresses, kissing the back of my neck, stroking my cockette through my panties, grabbing and rubbing my ass before SMACK SMACK SMACK he spanked me bare-handed until I cried out only to start all over again with the soft touches.

I felt so...feminine. Like this was the epitome of my physical and mental forced feminization. Not only was I to look the part, to please my Mistress and her husband, but I should act the part as well, feel it in my soul that this was my place, this was my purpose--to be a feminized fucktoy to them both.

My body responded to it, making me writhe in my chains helplessly. I remember letting out a moan of deep surrender as he grabbed my hair and kissed me hard. This told my Owners I was ready to be fucked.

He tried with me standing there, chained in the corner as I was but the heights just wouldnt match up so I was told to get on all fours in front of Mistress and lick her as he took my ass.

It was very hard and sharp feeling...its a massive cock, and there have been times in the past where it was simply too painful. But he was so gentle with me, and...and maybe I was just more 'ready' than I had ever been before, I dont know, but I took it much much better than I had before, although it was very hard to concentrate on pleasing Mistress with my mouth!

It was pain, it was pleasure, it was oh so very humbling to be fucked like that, surrendering my sexuality to my Mistress, relishing in my role as slut and playtoy to her and her husband.

As he came inside me I felt so...fulfilled. But ohhhh so frustrated, as I ached for more. Mistress & Sir were done with me for the night but I was so far gone into slutty subspace I wanted to be used and used and used again all night!

It would be two days later, on the 3rd year anniversary of the day where I met my Mistress in the flesh for the first time, after a day of being used by her in every way was I allowed to cum. And even then I was only allowed to do so as a proper sissy--on my back as she fucked my ass with her strap on!

Mmmm...it was a beautiful, beautiful holiday indeed!

Cuckolding: a few thoughts from an outsider

nospam@example.com (slave tia) — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 06:12:00 -0600

As a fetish goes, cuckolding is one that interests and excites me personally, I must admit. But in a way different than most, if what I see in blogs and on Fetlife is any indication.

Typically in cuckolding stories its all about the dominant wife or GF having sex with another man, and I can see (from the outside) its appeal as far as humiliation, tease and denial, goes. I understand and even share some of these feelings--but 'the act' of cuckolding does not in and of itself 'do it' for me, personally.

For instance, often in cuckolding stories (fiction or otherwise) the wife/GF may just go out with the bull, or exile the submissive husband/BF to his room while the domme and bull have some good 'ol fashion vanilla sex without the sub being involved at all.

While this would produce jealousy in me personally, to some extent, it would also produce...boredom.

No...what truly excites me about cuckolding stories is when the domme and the bull dominate and humiliate the submissive together, especially if feminization is involved. Its exciting to me then--when the submissive is an active and desired participant in the activity, as opposed to exiling the submissive from his own relationship or marriage with the domme, which strikes me as more hurtful.

Its one of the reasons I find the blog "All Mine" so delicious. The sissy submissive husband tammy is very much a part of the proceedings, and the Mistress, the bull, and other playmates all seem to be successfully managing a loving, polygamous lifestyle so well and so HOT than one cannot help but feel a bit envious of their adventures.

Not that my own life isn't without its adventures either! But I do sometimes feel like we hit a number of speedbumps along the way.

(For those of you reading this who do not regularly follow our blog Slavegirl Sissy just know I am an owned, collared slave to my Mistress Lady Erisiana Cherie, who is married to a lovely man (Father Izzy). He is not my 'Master' but has topped me a little, from time to time.)

Anyway...back to cuckolding: as you can see, in my case, it doesn't really apply or fit my own relationship status at all. But the appeal of it lies more in a forced bi interest, to me. The total surrender of oneself to one's Mistress up to and including one's own sexuality and sense of identity...to be owned and used as a slave, period, objectified and effectively genderless to be used by a Mistress or a Master equally....this is what excites me.

That delicious feeling of being OWNED, body and soul, as helpless as a fly in the web of a beautiful Spider Queen...*smiles softly*.

Makes me just want to sink deep into submission and never come back up again...would that I could!

Loving vs. Living

nospam@example.com (Erisiana Cherie) — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 10:08:02 -0600

I am very fond of pointing out that there's a difference between loving somebody and being able to live with them.

Izzy and Shy have decided that although they love each other very much they're not able to live together. I don't mean literally of course; residing in the same house was never even a possibility. But they've come to the decision that what they each wanted & needed from the relationship is incompatible with the necessities of each of their real lives. And they've decided to part ways, at least in the sense of being a D/s couple.

This makes me sad in ways I don't even have the words for. Shy is fun, and bright, and awfully sexy, and I will miss having her as a regular part of my life. And I'm not the only one; the kids love her and she played SO well with Tia. Even my mom loves her. But I also can't deny the truth that yeah, things were just not...comfortable. Regardless of what they both want, what she needs is very different from what he needs at this time.

I think a lot of people go through life feeling as if every breakup is a failure. I think one of the necessary features of a non-monogamous mindset is letting go of this, accepting that not every relationship is meant to be serious or last forever. It ALWAYS hurts when they end, really fucking hurts, but still...having loved, and having been loved, is worth it.

And sometimes, if you're lucky and moderately sensible, you can come out of it friends. Very special friends even...the sort of friends you can do things like this with:

{click for video}

I love you Shy. I hope we always stay friends.

Hot Blogs that make me squirm!

nospam@example.com (slave tia) — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 15:50:29 -0600

There are two blogs I've been following lately that have been making me squirm and ache. Well, two blogs and a photo tumblr--I would be remiss if I didn't mention my very own Mistress's new tumblr obsession:

Erisianisms: Its basically anything that catches my Mistress's eye, including a good amount of hot femdom porn that strikes her fancy. She knows I follow her too (stalk would be more appropriate ), so she'll purposely find photos that she knows will make me squirm and ache and wonder if she has similar plans for me!

Now onto the blogs...both are lifestyle cuckold couples with a Dominant Wife and a sissy slave husband, both are well-written, both are updated regularly.

First is All Mine: the adventures of Suzanne, her slave tammy, and her lover Jay. Recently all three of them took a cruise together! I would love to do that with my own Mistress and her husband! Someday...

I'm struck with the control Suzanne has over her pet...its a beautiful thing, and it sounds as if they have their poly lifestyle all worked out. Also a beautiful thing...I know the first year of entering a polygamous relationship with Mistress and her husband had some growing pains, so when I see another poly coupling I fully appreciate how it isn't easy to get there, and its all the more special when it does.

The second blog is A Life as Her "Wife"; and here the couple is Carol, her sissy slave paula, her dominant lover Greg, and paula's..boyfriend? (ohhh that sounds so HOT!) Bill--who had a very hot day with paula being sent to clean his house and service him sexually recently.

A very hot blog, with enough humiliation and forced-bi activity to make any sissy dribble in her panties!

Ohhhhhh...I know that, very soon, a CB-6000 chastity device is in my future and my Mistress is going to lock my cockette away...reading blogs like these is NOT going to help the frustration much! *laughs*

But like so much of my perverted interests, I just cant help myself!

--tiapet, slave to Mistress Cherie

Around here, we just call it 'Saturday'.

nospam@example.com (slave tia) — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 13:45:02 -0600

"If I could write tonight's naughty goings-on down: no one would believe me. "

That's what I tweeted the other night, this weekend just past. Heh, in a way I think its still true!

Most of my day to day life I'm a blue-collar average guy, trudging through my workweek like most of us. I'm under no illusions that I'm a pretty CD or a handsome guy--I'm just kinda an average joe, and a nerdy one to boot.

But oh lord...sometimes my life takes a turn for the surreal and becomes quite frankly, a porno movie! And when it does I often find myself kind of bemused by it. "Am I really doing THIS?? Is this really happening to me???"

All due to my wonderful Mistress, Lady Erisiana Cherie... *sappy smile*

I wasn't even dressed up really. We (as a BDSM extended family, that is) aren't really formal people: Mistress is not in leathers 24/7, I don't run around in a maid's dress all day. Which is not to say we never do that kind of thing, but more often than not we're just relaxed and informal.

So that Saturday night was just a 'hanging out night'. I was only in a pink tshirt and panties, but freshly bodyshaven. Mistress had on kind of vanilla clothes as I recall--but I know deep down this Woman OWNS me body & soul, whether she is decked out like some fantasy leather goddess or fresh from the gym in sweats.

Sir (aka Izzy, aka Mistress's husband) was there with his subby girl ('Shy'). Its starting to become a rather sweet, kinky extended family really. I enjoy the nights when we're all together.

Anyway, one zombie movie and a few drinks later, Sir announces its time to go to the playroom and smoke. I'm beginning to think this 'smoke' thing is just a sneaky codeword because every time I hear "I'm going out for a smoke" my ass is usually red and stinging not long after.

Before long I'm down to pink panties and getting paddled while Sir & Shy watch. The paddling is just a warm-up tonight however, just to put me in a proper frame of mind for what is to come.

I'm sent to go fetch drinks in a not-too-subtle-and-totally-transparent ruse to get me out of the room for a few minutes.

I return to find Mistress has a strapon on. ("Thank GOD its only purple fairy" I think.)

She has me get on all fours in front of Shy, who is sitting on the couch. Shy pulls up a fluffy skirt she's wearing to reveal....

The Disturbing Alien Dick!!!

Oh. My. God.

In all of my years of being a submissive and having all kinds of sissy adventures, with Mistress and even before her, this was one long-held sissy fantasy that had never happened for real--being taken at both ends by two women with strapons.

Until now...oh my...

I start sucking the alien penis while Mistress lubes me up from behind and thrusts her strapon deep inside me, driving me forward onto the other dildo. Mistress is feeling kind of ferocious tonight it seems, she's clearly enjoying fucking me fast and hard, occasionally slapping my ass and hissing that I'm her whore, her slut....and ohhhh god its true, I am...and I want to be for the rest of my life!

Shy is enjoying the novelty, I think, of having me suck her strapon on but after awhile Mistress and Sir decide that I should stimulate her more directly--they want me to lick her to an orgasm.

Do you SEE why I said my life turns into a porn movie sometimes? All I need is the 'chikka wah wah' music!!

She pulls the dildo up a bit so I can lick underneath it, and I try my best to concentrate on it as Mistress increases her pace. It takes a while for Shy to cum...I'm not sure how long I was in that state....when she cums, she jumps halfway across the couch! I collapse, spent & done. (I think)

But then next thing I know Mistress has me on all fours, pointed in the other direction to suck Sir's massive cock as she fucks my ass a SECOND time!!

I lose myself in sucking his cock...I...*big bright blush* I really enjoy pleasing him now, and not just because 'forced' bi drives me crazy, and not just because I do it because Mistress tells me to.. I've come to adore Sir for who he is, and I'm glad he's in my life as well as Mistress.

Ohhh...I am one very used and happy sissy afterwards.

So...at the end of the evening, everyone (except me) has had a lovely orgasm, and I'm left quivering under Mistress's feet, feeling very owned, very put in my place, and very much aware of what a long strange trip my life has become...

But around here, we just call that 'Saturday'. ;D

{note from Mistress - Shy jumped halfway across the couch because she's a squirter; she makes a BIG mess when she cums and she's super nervous about going off in someone's face! Izzy and I, of course, are very much looking forward to getting her to cum on his face - get her over her inhibitions and torture his fastidiousness at the same time. wickedgrin

Also, tia has left out a big chunk of stuff between him being "spit-roasted" between Izzy and I and the rest of our orgasms. If I've got the time/energy I might just try and finish this account myself.

Good job, pet...and yes you ARE beautiful, and not ordinary at all!}

The appeal of bratty schoolgirls

nospam@example.com (Erisiana Cherie) — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 08:28:00 -0700

Izzy has a new relationship, which I think I've mentioned on the Silken Trap blog but not talked about here yet. She's cute, curvy, and very young. (But legal! I checked her id myself!) I haven't played with her much myself yet. The rule in our household is that the person with the new toy gets to have it all to themselves at first. But if the relationship lasts I'll eventually become her Mistress too.

Which leads to fantasies along the lines of this promo video from PaddedKink.com, in which a curvy Headmistress tickle tortures a giggly, jiggly schoolgirl. Though I confess I don't even need the whole naughty schoolgirl fantasy on this one...if I had a flesh-cock it'd get hard just from watching April Flores' boobs jiggle as she's getting tickled!

Izzy and shygirl are mightily into the whole "Daddy/babygirl" thing. The trappings of this kind of age-play - like, e.g. being called "Mommy" - never much appealed to me. I've spent too goddamn much time being frustrated with my role as a REAL mom to want to play one in fantasy. But the appeal of having an incorrigible (but cute!) sub who is perpetually in need of "punishment"...well, see any archived entry on the subject of smart ass penalties, lol!

How we met

nospam@example.com (Erisiana Cherie) — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 00:00:00 -0700

Neither of us actually remembers who wrote the other first on Alt.com. I think it was probably me, trying to promote my Suncoast Shemale Salon group.

I do remember telling tia that I was married, and emphatically NOT looking for a sissy slave. (In fact I was seeking a humiliation/pain slut.) But he made me laugh by responding with this bit of smart assery, and I quote: "Are you sure Mistress? I come with a set of Ginsu knives and a Sham-wow."

Now who could resist an offer like that? *grin*

It was enough to make me give him my email address, and the conversation which continued over the next few weeks was equally entertaining. Then there was this party.

I'd been going around by myself and (more often) with my sister Mistress Candice and her girl emma for months, sampling as many different munches and play parties as I could manage. During this time I got to see Candice and emma's Mistress/slave relationship blossoming. And of course I got to see (and sometimes participate in) numerous examples of their incredibly hot play.

I was, frankly, envious.

I'd been seeking my own personal subbie in an on-again-off-again way. (Being already married with children tends to put a damper on one's dating life.) I'd had a few brief D/s relationships that didn't work out. And I was sick and tired of going to parties & clubs, maybe giving some random stranger a spanking, and always envying my friends the beautiful thing they had. So when I committed to going to yet another play party that December I decided that at least this time I was, by god, going to bring a date.

I was pursuing maybe-things with several guys I'd met at the time. And tia was NOT at the top of my list. But I figured he was a safe choice; we were already becoming friends and I felt confident that I'd at least be comfortable with him even if there was no spark. The party was in Orlando you see, a 2 hour drive away, and that meant it'd be a looooong, painful evening if my date turned out to be a schmuck.

The party was two days after Christmas. And no way was I going to drive to Orlando with someone I'd never yet met in person, so we arranged the obligatory meeting-in-a-public-place on December 26th. (Lunch at a local diner.) Lunch was pleasant, I found tia sorta cute, very awkward, and utterly unthreatening, so the party date was on.

Our time AT the party was, for me, not very memorable. I dressed him and we played a little; it was probably much more exciting for him than it was for me. The thing I recall best was being dissatisfied with any of the skirts he owned at the time and deciding to make him something myself out of the collection of scarves that constitute my "bondage kit".

It's the drive that sticks in my head. It was during those hours in the car that I realized how VERY comfortable I felt with tia. How much we had in common that had nothing to do with kink. How I felt like I could be completely myself with him, in all my neurotic complexity.

It made me want to spend more time with him. A LOT more time. And it was just about six weeks later that I put my collar on him.

We're going on two years now, which I understand is rather a long time for a 24/7 Mistress/slave relationship to last. It has not been easy, not at all. But it's sure been interesting. And I look forward to many more interesting years to come.

I love you puppy.

p.s. Tia made good on the Sham-wow and the Ginsu knives too! But that's a story for another time.

I'm the newest Sex & Love blogger for Creative Loafing! :-D

nospam@example.com (Erisiana Cherie) — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 09:20:11 -0700

Hiya everybody!

I am OVER THE MOON to announce that I've joined the team of Sex & Love bloggers at Creative Loafing.

Come check out my first post, and be sure to leave me a comment!

I will be a regular contributor, writing about the Tampa Bay area's alternative sexuality scene as well as my adventures as a kinky wife & mom, pro dom, and pornmaker. Feel free to write back to me with your questions, comments, observations and of course if you know about a group or event you'd like to see mentioned.

Did I mention I'm thrilled? I think I'm gonna have to knock off early today and have a champagne lunch to celebrate, hehehe! In case you've never heard of it, Creative Loafing is like the Village Voice for those of us south of the Mason Dixon line. It's got regional issues in most of the major cities, and anybody who's looking for hip entertainment around here turns to CL. I grew up around here, and CL was our beacon of coolness in an era when they rolled up the sidewalks at 8pm. Add that it's my first paying gig as a writer and it's doubly exciting. (Note that we're working with a special writer's definition of "paying gig" that includes peanuts.)

Anyway, please come and check it out!

Fucked & Frustrated -- follow up

nospam@example.com (slave tia) — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 06:48:31 -0600

From The Silken Trap Sissy Forum:

So how did it feel tia?

Ohhhh.....OH! OH! OHOHOH! OOOOOOOOOOOO!! (kinda like that! )

Kidding aside....this isnt as easy a question to answer as it sounds...

Forced bi as a fetish, which I have (obviously), is kind of heavy on the erotic humiliation/shock factor.
"I can't believe Mistress just made me DO THAT!"

And while I still get that, and get that in spades when Mistress has me play with others at parties and such and it IS still a powerful technique to put me in my place, with Sir it...its really not like that anymore. Its not 'forced' really. Not anymore.

It feels...*blush* natural...

I find myself aching to be touched by him, gently, firmly. To be treated as a woman by him. It was in fact, a little private disappointment of mine in the 'Fucked & Frustrated' scene that Mistress described so vividly that I didnt get any foreplay, I was just used as a toy instead. (*grins* which IS nice in and of itself I have to say )

I find myself getting all demure and shy around him...feminized in my mind as well as dressed up in body. Mistress has taken me so far in the space of little more than a year...

Is this my first feminine 'crush'? blush

Oh that was a hot night... Its been a few days now, and this morning I'm feeling FAR from feminine after several hard sweaty work days and about 4 days worth of beard on my face all I have to do is think about Mistress holding my head down on the bed as Sir fucked me, and feeling so helpless and so owned by both of them and my cockette is throbbing in my panties, and shivers go up and down my spine.

I love them both so very much...

-tiapet, slave to Mistress Cherie & her husband

Fucked & frustrated

nospam@example.com (Erisiana Cherie) — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 09:09:55 -0600

It was late, and the three of us were lying together in tia's bed, snuggling. Nearly falling asleep really. My arms were around each of my lovers, and Izzy was gently stroking my thigh and hip. I turned my face to kiss him, stroking his hair in return. Our lips met, and parted...and a few seconds later we were kissing much more passionately, and a lot less sleepily.

Tia had actually drifted off at this point, and did not notice as our movements began to change. As we kissed Izzy's hands roamed over my body, and settled on my plump, freshy-shaved pussy lips. He stroked me, and I moved, thrusting my hips against his hand. I grabbed his hair, pulling his head harder to me as we kissed. My other hand, trapped behind tia's heavy head, was not still. I was also stroking tia's back, and twisting my fingers in her springy curls while my slavegirl astonishingly continued to sleep.

Soon however the movements and noises beside her had roused my silly pet. She joined in, taking one of my nipples into her mouth. I lay there in bliss, with one lover teasing my increasingly-tingling pussy and the other playing with my nipples, for some minutes. Then - seeing as we were all QUITE awake now - I decided it was time to get more active.

I suggested to Izzy (who was still fully clothed) that he was overdressed for the occasion. He stood to take his clothes off. And as he pulled down his pants and his thick erection sprang forth I grabbed tia's head, turning her to face it and saying "look slut, doesn't Izzy have the most beautiful cock you've ever seen? Doesn't it just make your mouth water, wanting to suck on it?" She moaned in reply. "I know it does slut, now tell him so."

"Please sir, may I suck your beautiful cock" she answers, looking up at him beseechingly. Her slut-slave training, her mental restructuring, is really beginning to take hold. And seeing this big 6'2" male act for all the world like a porn nymphet, gazing up as my Izzy (who looks pretty porn-studly himself), knowing that I created this exotic pet, is SUCH a rush.

"Of course you can slut" Izzy replies, and soon my sexy sissy girlfriend's lips are eagerly wrapped around that stiff member.

She's on her knees at the end of the bed, while Izzy stands with one foot on it. And as I admire the pretty picture they make, I realize that my slut's ass looks VERY appealing. Her pose accentuates her curves; the smooth white skin of her hips is deliciously feminine. And the way her turquoise mesh panties (with the adorable keyhole-and-ribbon detail!) stretch across her ass makes it look truly delicious.

"Oooh, slut, seeing you like this just makes me want to FUCK you." I stand and move behind her, grabbing her hips and thrusting my own against her. She groans, and the noises are muffled, turned almost to grunts by the cock in her mouth. My thrusting against her ass is shoving Izzy's cock harder and deeper into her face. And knowing that, using her like that, is turning me on even more.

Izzy must have been struck by the fire in my eyes; his gained a wicked glint of their own as he leaned over tia to kiss me. After our lips reluctantly parted he suggests "want to see me fuck your girlfriend?"

"Oh, yes!" I exclaim, "that would be so fucking hot! But she's such a little tight ass, I think she needs stretching out before she can take that big cock of yours." And with that, I turn to retrieve the small fairy dildo and lube from the nightstand.

I pull her panties down, exposing her ass-crack. It's a little hairy...the shaving tonight was a rush job...but we'll address that later. Despite the hair she looks amazingly fuckable. She's spread wide, open, ready and waiting for whatever I might want to do with her: a perfect sissy sex toy. I squirt a dollop of lube onto her rosebud and spread it around with the dildo, then slowly begin to push the slim purple phallus into her.

She gasps and whines as it pops past the ring of her anus, which tells me that she's not quite relaxed enough yet. So I pull the toy out completely and push it back in a few more times, coaxing her anus to relax and accept the intruder. Soon she's moaning and wiggling against me, obviously enjoying it.

I've got my hands on her hips once more, moving against her like I'm fucking her, and thinking again how pretty she looks. Izzy moves around behind me and begins caressing me. We kiss; he plays with my nipples and then his hands drift lower. I lean forward, almost lying on tia, as his hands roam over my hips and ass. Soon he's rubbing his cock against my pussy lips and sliding into me. I'm so wet you can hear it as he starts fucking me, hard. And I'm pushing against tia, shoving that little dildo deeper in her ass, with every thrust. He pounds into me for only a few seconds and I burst into my first orgasm. I moan and writhe against her, revelling in the feeling of taking one lover while being taken by the other. He continues pounding me, and I keep cumming.

Two or three orgasms later, as I return to my senses, a thought strikes me. "Wouldn't it be fun," I remark to Izzy, "to have this slut and I side by side so you could go from fucking her ass to fucking mine? Just like one of those 2 girls and a guy porn movies. That would be so hot." Izzy agrees with me and tia whimpers. I continue "and I think this slut is ready to get fucked right now. Aren't you slut?" She groans again.

He pulls out of me, and I move to the side. As I turn I can't help but notice the sheer amount of pussy-cream on his throbbing erection. I don't want to deprive my sissy of so much goodness, so I order her to turn around and lick Sir's cock. "Now lick Mistress's juices off his dick and show him how much you want to be fucked." She obediently tuns and takes his cock in her mouth, slurping hungrily at it; I laugh. And as Izzy directs her to where he wants her at the end of the bed, I continue teasing her, rubbing it in: "oh yes, slut, you know you want it...imagine how good it's gonna feel, to have that horny sissy ass filled with Sir's beautiful big dick...you know you want it, because you're a slutty little sissy WHORE, aren't you? You're MY sissy whore, and that cute little ass is MINE, and you'll take a cock in it whenever I tell you to, won't you? WON"T you slut?"

"Yes Mistress" she moans. Izzy aims his cock at her sissy-fuckhole and pulls out the dildo.

"Yes Mistress WHAT?"

"Yes, Mistress, I'm your slutty sissy whore" He slides into her, and her moan is almost a cry of pain.

"You're my slutty, cock-hungry sissy whore, and you'll fuck anyone I tell you to, anytime I tell you to."

"I'm slutty cock hungry sissy fuck anytime..." her words are a garbled mess now, and Izzy and I look at each other and laugh.

I have one hand on the small of her back, the other twisted in the curls at the base of her neck, and I push her down, viciously, like I'm holding her down to be raped. Her body melts under my hands, her moans take on a newly wanton quality, and Izzy begins to fuck her in earnest.

He slides into her with deep, forceful strokes, not so much pounding as relentless. And as he fucks her I continue to hold her down, and murmer in her ear about how she's my slave, my property, my toy to play with. After a short while I reach underneath her, slip my hand into her panties, and start playing with her little cockette.

"Aww, I guess your sissy fucktoy training really IS working, pet. Your little cockette is all stiff and hard still, even with that big dick up your ass! You're really getting to like it now, aren't you?" I'm stroking her, and talking to her, and she's moaning, and Izzy's fucking her...and the whole thing is turning me on so much I can't stand it anymore. I want some attention on my own pussy now.

As I stand I order tia to replace my hand with her own and stroke herself. "You have permission to cum if you want to," I bend and murmer evilly in her ear, "and you should know that this may be your only opportunity to do so...like this, right now, with a big cock stuffed in your ass. If you can't manage it now then I don't know when you'll be allowed another chance." She whimpers and I laugh as I climb back into bed, positioning myself so my crotch is right in my sissy slave's face. "Now lick me slut."

My fucktoy obeys, and I lie there enjoying the sensations of her warm puppy tongue on my pussy and the sight of my own private sex-show: Izzy thoroughly reaming her pretty ass. I continued playing with my own nipples, pinching and tweaking them, and grinding my mound into tia's face. I was getting more and more aroused, and I could see Izzy was too. His thrusts were getting rougher, more aggressive...his hips swinging from side to side with every stroke...fucking her like he was trying to stretch her out, to open her ass up as much as possible.

Soon I was close to orgasm again, and I sat up, announcing that I wanted MY turn with that beautiful cock. Izzy pulled out of tia and she collapsed forward onto the bed, panting. I handed Izzy her turquoise panties to wipe his cock off with, and moved to the end of the bed. Tia was in my way so I gave her a shove, indicating that she needed to move. But she went a little too far; I barked "get back over here slut, I want to kiss you while he's fucking me." My sissy slave obeyed again, wiggling down to where I could reach her properly. I moaned into tia's mouth, twisting her nipple roughly, as Izzy slid his cock into my own tight ass.

I continued playing with my living doll...kissing her, pulling on her hair, pinching and twisting her nipples..while I got thoroughly fucked. And as I exploded in another orgasm just a few minutes later, I took her nipple in my mouth and bit down HARD. I moaned, she whimpered, and Izzy gasped "do you want me to cum in you or on you?"

"Oh, in me, in me!" I moaned around the nipple in my mouth. And as he groaned and pulsed inside me I came again, biting and sucking on my sissy's tiny titty.

A few seconds later, we all lay in a breathless pile on the bed. Some of us were well-satisfied. And others were well-used, but left aching with frustration. And that's as it should be. ;-D

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p.s. As I type these words tia is lying beneath my legs, acting as my footstool. Ah, Mistressly bliss!

p.p.s. In this scene, Izzy went straight from fucking tia's ass to fucking mine without properly washing in between. THIS IS NOT A "SAFE SEX" BEHAVIOR. I chose to engage in this because I knew that we'd both just enema'd, and the three of us are basically fluid-exchange partners only with each other. In other words, I understood the dangers and found this degree of risk acceptable. This is not something I'd recommend for anybody else!

Tia's sissy curriculum

nospam@example.com (Erisiana Cherie) — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 05:32:00 -0600

I thought some of you might be interested in hearing details of tia's current sissy training protocol. Bear in mind that this is an evolving thing!

Currently tia is "studying" two subjects: Cooking 103 and Essentials of Feminine Style.

For the first subject, Cooking 103, she is focusing on salads. Mistress is trying to eat better, and tia has been charged with helping in that by keeping her supplied with gourmet salads. She is to make a large salad (enough to feed Mistress' entire family) every couple of days. She has to shop for fresh ingredients and research new recipies so Mistress doesn't get bored. Sometimes Mistress wishes a specific sort of salad and tia has to satisfy her request.

Tia is graded on each salad, and will receive a report card at the end of the term. Mistress is generous and does not mark off if the dish is less than tasty, but tia is expected to show decided improvment in her cooking skills each term OR ELSE.

(And yes, there was a Cooking 101 and 102!)

The second subject covers everything a girl needs to know to be ~girly~ , from how to pluck her eyebrows & paint her nails to choosing clothes that are flattering.

She's graded on individual assignments as with the salads but her assignments are much more varied. And while the fetish appeal is obvious, these assignments also have the ulterior purpose of training her to be more useful to me as a lady's maid. For instance, her past few assignments have been to choose, from my crossdressing closet, outfits that meet a particular set of requirements.

This not only saves me time and effort as her Mistress (a self-dressing sissy is a labor saving device!); it acquaints her with the contents of my closet and with unfamiliar fashion terminology at the same time. So that sometime down the road I will be able to say "slut, go fetch me my pink silk chemise with the frogs on the sides, and some stockings to go with it" and she will know what the hell I am talking about, and be able to obey without fuss!

There are other expectations tia is also expected to meet - like keeping her house/my studio clean, and writing worshipful emails to me - but she's not graded on them the way she is on her "sissy academics". Her punishments for not performing well in these areas can be much more intense and personal.

As I said this system is still evolving. Its present form is basically a response to two things. First, tia came into my service completely clueless about things like cooking, cleaning, and fashion. So it's pretty important to me to teach her what she needs to learn to be really USEFUL to me.

But my current method has also evolved in response to conflicts tia and I have had over these things. I need to feel that she's making sincere efforts to improve in these skills. And she needs to feel like her efforts are being noticed & appreciated, that she's getting credit for the work she does. Having clearly defined & graded courses of study works for both of us.

And it has some value in inspiring naughty Headmistress/student fantasies too. ;D

The most wonderful time of the year

nospam@example.com (Erisiana Cherie) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 20:47:18 -0700

I would be fibbing if I said Christmas was my favorite holiday. That would have to be Easter. (A holiday largely based on pagan fertility rituals? I am so there! It also doesn't hurt that my birthday coincides with Easter every so often.

But the holiday season is a very special time for my family, for multiple reasons.

Izzy and I met at Thanksgiving in 1991, and got involved (i.e. started fucking) at Christmas of that year. (We met when his roommate, with whom I was having a holiday fling, brought me home...but that's a story for another time.)

He proposed to me at Christmas time the year I moved in with him, in 1996. And we were married a year later on the day of the winter solstice, December 21st 1997.

I was not thinking of any of this last year, when on December 6th I invited a certain smart-assed submissive I had met on Alt.com to write to me at my regular email address. I certainly wasn't thinking of it when I invited him to lunch the day after Christmas. Or the day after, when we made the drive together to Orlando to a friend's holiday play party.

I began to have an inkling on that drive, when I found him so very comfortable to be with. But it took a few more months before I was truly conscious that this might be The Real Thing.

Now of course I can look back and see that I've gained another set of precious anniversaries to celebrate along with the winter holidays. To the men I love so much - what can I say? You are the best Christmas presents ever, and I've been doubly blessed to have found both of you.

Remember those old home movies I found a few weeks ago? Got another one of them to share with y'all today. I've been sitting on this one, saving it for the holiday it was obviously meant for. I'm not sure what I had in mind when I started; what I ultimately ended up publishing on my (vanilla) smut site was a simple masturbation video. But the toy itself was purchased with the intention of using it in my harness on some slutty sissy. And it has become tia's favorite dildo, nicknamed "fairy".

Anyway, this clip is goofy as hell. But has sentimental value which I know at least one sissy slut will appreciate. *smiles*

Pink Party Maid

nospam@example.com (Erisiana Cherie) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:39:00 -0700

My sissy slut can be very sensible on occasion, and she has very sensibly pointed out to me that our readers might enjoy hearing about what happened at the party as well as afterward.

I am not going to write about every single swat or tickle that occurred. I don't have consent from all who were present to publish the intimate details of their sex lives. And besides...it would just be too damn much writing!

But yeah, I think y'all might enjoy hearing what Izzy and I did with tia at the party...

First, you should understand that tia works nearly every Friday, so I never count on having her serve me at the Fem Fun Day parties. This time, however, the person I usually have lined up to serve as my party maid called out at the last minute. And since my tiapet happened to be scheduled for an evening shift she was unexpectedly granted the opportunity to serve at the party.

I like my party maids to look the part, so I decided to dress tia in an extravagantly sissy-ish pink satin maid's uniform. She had a frothy pink petticoat under the uniform, and panties covered in pink lace ruffles. Pink thigh-high stockings and clear acrylic 3" heels showed off her sexy legs. She wore a pink bra as well, loaded with the biggest set of falsies in my closet. (The DD jahoobies!) Pink eyeshadow, purple eyeliner, and red lips transformed her face into that of a lovely girl. A long, wavy brunette wig topped with a silver satin headband followed...then the red suede wrist & ankle cuffs with the jingly hardware...and finally her red leather collar completed her outfit.

She looked absolutely adorable as she moved through the room, offering coookies and fetching drinks. Her walk is still rather lumbering (note to self - must work on that!) but she's not wobbly at all in her heels, and her curtsies are growing more graceful nowadays too. When addressed by the other guests she even spoke - without being prompted - in sweet girly tones. All in all I was very proud of her performance. And eager to use her in other, more intimate ways.

So after she'd gone around the room supplying everyone with nibbles and drinks I took her by the hand and led her to a padded spanking bench. I opened my toy bag and extracted a couple of rectangular scarves and my small riding crop. Then I motioned her up on the bench, face down and bottom up, and used my scarves to tie her hands to the conveniently placed hitch rings. Once she was secured I flipped her frothy skirts up over her back and pulled down her ruffled panties to expose her ass.

She looked so pretty there, with the fluffy silk bows keeping her hands restrained and her pale ass framed in mounds of frilly pink. I gestured for Izzy to join me and we stood on either side of her, stroking her quivering cheeks. I leaned over and kissed him, then whispered in his ear "let's spank her together". We started gently but built up quickly, me on the left and he on the right, smacking both her cheeks in unison. We kept it up for a few minutes, until her bottom just about matched her pink petticoats, before taking our blows to the first giggling crescendo. "Are you enjoying this slut? Having both our hands on you? I bet you are." I leaned down and murmered in her ear. A little moan was her response. Izzy and I grinned and laughed at each other, and recommenced with the spanking.

Describing a spanking in writing can be difficult. How many different ways are there to say "I smacked her butt repeatedly"? But a good spanking can go on for many minutes, building and lessening in intensity, moving the smacks around to hit different spots or focusing on the same spot over and over again, even varying the "style" of the swat to produce different sensations. And we did all of this, working over tia's slutty ass until it was bright pink and she was jumping and yelping with every blow.

Then I decided to take it up a notch.

Sir Thomas (the club owner) happened to be passing by, so I asked him if he had anything I could use to fill my slut's horny fuckhole. He returned shortly with a toolbox full of dildos and vibrators. I selected a cute little rabbit-style vibe, slipped a condom on it, and lathered it up with plenty of lube. Using my slippery fingers I probed tia's tight backdoor, wriggling in and loosening it up for the toy. She still squealed when I pushed it in. And she continued whimpering and squealing as I fucked her with the toy and Izzy continued smacking her now red-hot ass.

Sir Thomas, being a helpful fellow, had another inspiration and brought us a couple of disposable wooden tongue-depressors. Izzy was taken with how tia jumped and yelped when he hit her tender thigh flesh with these. And I was myself inspired to reach under my slut's squirming body and pull her testicles out where we could play with them. Her little tessies bulged out under her ass practically begging to be whacked and I did not deny them. The tongue depressor was used, our hands were used, and soon my little riding crop was used as well.

My slave had now been tied to the bench, getting her ass spanked and fucked and her balls beaten, for at least 30 minutes. I did not feel sorry for her exactly...but I did want to keep her in good shape to be used even more thoroughly later that night. So at last I pulled the vibrator out of her ass. Izzy and I delivered one final flurry of blows to those tender cheeks. And then I untied her hands, signalling that she was free to get up from her submissive position on the spanking bench.

Izzy and I stood beside the bench as I gave tia her final order: "Now come over here slut, get down on your knees and thank us." Which, pressing her lips to each of our feet in turn, she did.