From SaraSissyGirl Blog
(picture added, NSFW later -ed)
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I slept in the guest
room at Emily's last night. Not that I was bad or anything (well, maybe a
little, it isn't my fault I snore sometimes.) After she dozed off with me
gently rubbing her feet, then her legs, then her back, I read for awhile, then
decided to decamp to the other room.
I tried to rub more,
but was stopped. "Don't," she said quietly, but sternly when I
allowed my hands to wander farther and farther up her things, glancing her
pussy. "I'm tired, just the massage."
"Yes, Ma'am,"
I said, hiding the disappointment from my voice, easily losing myself in the
pleasure of serving her.
I got up early the next
morning, quietly went into Emily's master suite to use the shower and get
dressed. While there is a bathroom connected to the spare room ("my
room" as she jokes sometimes) I did not shower or dress in there; I only
slept there from time to time. (Unlike some femdom stories, Emily does not
"kick" me out of her room, I sometimes sleep in the guest room when I
snore. She doesn't punish me like that.)
So, I showered (Emily
uses the prettiest smelling body wash from Bath & Body Works, Blushing
Cherry Blossom. Yes, only a sissy would not only know which scent she uses, but
so look forward to using it herself.) I felt so pretty working the soft scented
wash all over my skin, over my loins.
I dressed quietly in
her walk in closet. A pair of white nylon full cut briefs (they keep the girdle
fresh for several wearings, plus are quite effective for "tucking,"
covered with a Rago six strap open bottom girdle, white stockings from Secrets
in Lace, and a pretty lilac satin camisole and tap panty set.
Yes, yes, I know, I'm a
full blown sissy, what can I say? How women ever stopped wearing lingerie like
this is beyond me.
Anyway, I had work to
do, had to fly, had to finish dressing, so had to put on my "boy"
clothes, which included a tee (to better hide my camisole), a French blue,
French cuff Brooks Brothers dress shirt, a charcoal suit and a lime green
striped silk tie.
Yes, even as a boy, I
like fashion.
Finish with shoes and
socks. As I've mentioned before, I nod toward the feminine in socks, usually
wearing women's trouser socks over my stockings, the one feminine garment I can
pass off as masculine.
I was about to sneak
out of the room, took one look over my shoulder where Emily was sleeping in bed
(she was getting a later start than I was.) She was naked, on her side, twisted
in a sheet, mostly uncovered.
I thought about giving
her a kiss, softly, but did not want to wake her.
I had my hand on the
door handle, about to open, when I heard her stir. "Where are you
going," she asked.
"I have to get to
the office," I said, "I have some stuff to do." I started to
twist the handle, looked over my shoulder, to see her now on her stomach, the
sheet around only her legs, her ass slightly elevated, her smooth pussy on display.
"Not yet,"
she said lazily.
"Yes, yet, I have
to run, love."
"There's something
you need to do first, love," she said. I saw a small movement between her
legs. She was laying on her arm, her hand, fingers, were between her legs. She
was flicking her fingers, almost beckoning me to her.
"Em, I don't have
time," I protested, "besides, I'm wearing a girdle, it will take me
forever to get undressed and dressed again."
Emily chuckled, danced
her fingers again. "You don't need to get undressed, silly, all I want is
your mouth."
"Emily, I want to
get to work early today," I said, hand still on the door handle.
"Hmmmmm," she
said, fingers not lightly touching the folds of her pussy, tapping, gently
rubbing, pinching.
"Em," I said,
still, staring, unable to move.
She took a deep breath,
her fingers gently, slowly, rubbing.
"Baby, that's not
fair."
"Ohhhh.
Hmmmm."
"Em."
"You go to
work...ohhh...I can take care of myself, sweetie."
I stood, watching,
mesmerized. I really, really should get going.
"Hm, yes,"
she said, seductively. "Oh, hmm, there, right there, yes," she
gasped, fingers spreading her lips.
My hand fell from the
door handle, but I did not move.
"Yes, don't stop,
yes," she said a little louder, almost begging.
I took a half step
towards her. Fuck, this wasn't fair. Fuck.
"Oh god, Evan,
that feels so good," she moaned.
I almost fell down, I
was dizzy, my legs jello.
I took a step towards
the bed, but it was too late, she orgasmed from her own fingers, moaning,
whimpering, calling out his name, not mine.
Evan.
Evan.
Evan.
"Have a good day
at work, sissy," she finally said, dismissing me, leaving me hard, teased,
needing her, not getting her.
Monday, May 17, 2010
"Oh,
are you scared, sissy? Well, you should be, because you're next."
Posted by Saragirl
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