SISSY WIFE
Poor sissy wife. That counter is how long it has been since I let her put her tiny clit inside of me.....while I enjoy the pleasures of Sex Toy, my online lover. That's right. She's been rejected for a man I'll probably never even meet.
But here is one of the reasons why.....
So this is my sissy wife's little corner on my website. As well as things common to her tweets, I'll be posting links to her older blogs for new-comers to enjoy, some of the things I get up to with her that don't make it to twitter, and sharing my thoughts and fantasies about her.
A few of my friends know about her, so I'll perhaps include their thoughts from time to time.
You may have seen some of this. Some of it may be new to you....But I hope you enjoy hearing about her, and if you wish to comment don't hesitate to get in touch on twitter @MistressB_xx or email at brianna.games@writeme.com.
MAY 9th: Throughout this month sissy wife's bed-time is 9pm, with lights out at 9.30pm, as decided by the good folks on twitter....After I received a very cool edition of the film In Bruges from Sex Toy, I sent her to bed at the same time as our son, 8pm.....Imagine being sent to bed at your child's bed-time. Lolol....and enjoyed the movie. Highly recommend it....and having a sissy wife if you are inclined. So much fun.....When I went to bed myself, she was still awake in the dark. I teased myself, so wet, telling her how much I wished it was Sex Toy inside of me.
May 11th: I treated her to this top a few weeks back, but she hasn't had a chance to try it on until today.
She was so happy when I told her we had ten minutes and I wanted a little model show. In the first picture she was trying to emphasise her little tits. And in the second she seemed so proud and smiling.
But her day didn't end there. I had her clean up the mess you can see in the kitchen.
And at night Sex Toy set her a little assignment. To please me with her fingers and mouth while I described his cock, big and hard, deep within me, crying out his name.....I then made her study that cock, and tell me how happy she was now she was cuckolded for him, and after she had cum, which didn't take long at all, I had her clean up, all while I moaned and groaned about my online lover.
MAY 18th: She's been back at work a few days now, so she woke this morning to find her dress code was back in place. She's unable to dress at home, so I need to make the most of her time out.
Just as before the lockdown, as she has for a good year or so, she'll be wearing panties and a bra, as well as her tights/stockings. She thought she had gotten lucky because the last few days I let her go in wearing panties, and no other lingerie. I was disappointed she didn't ask for more.....So full lingerie from now. Clear nail polish, too, that should shine nicely in the spots of her office.
And as before, they'll be occasional days when I have her wearing her make-up, a pretty day-look, or her kitten heels. Or both.....
May 19th: Oh My god!!! I thought this was hysterical. Before being told off about boundaries....lol....by my young son, I noticed his little wee-wee is already longer than my sissy wife's clit. Lolol.....I'm sure she must have noticed herself, but if not I'll be sure to point it out. How inadequate she must feel, knowing a young boy has surpassed her in length, quite considerably....
May 23rd: Had some lovely fun this morning, sending a naughty message to Sex Toy. I imagined picking him up in a bar for some meaningless sex with a stranger. I read the hot DM to Kirsten while she massaged me with her fingers. I reminded her that they filled me more than her little clit ever could, and when she brought me to orgasm I made sure it was Sex Toy's name I was crying out and not hers
When I was satisfied, I reminded her I was due on today. She immediately inserted a pad into her panties, her clit dribbling....and before she left for work she obediently bent over as I carefully slid a tampon into her pussy.
June 6th: One thing I'll be doing here is rounding up all her blogs, pretty much in order. So the first one was around the time she was complaining about aching pain in her clit last year. She had to visit the doctors, but I ran a twitter poll to discover what she would have to wear....I wasn't surprised by your choices....Lol.....Read what happened next here.....
And there hasn't been any updates for a few days or so because I don't just want to recite the same thing every day.....she got through her period without too much mess. She's in her lingerie as much as she can, and being a good girl. Mostly just panties at the moment, but I have had her in a bra and hosiery now and then.
JUNE 7th: An extract from a recent chat I had with Sex Toy. After I got off, I had sissy wife watch me again later that night, reviewing all our chat while I made her edge at the thought of this man fucking me.....
MISTRESS BRIANNA: Ohhhhh.....****....I'm upstairs right now and you really shouldn't....
SEX TOY: Oh my god mistress, I can't explain enough how much I want to bury my tongue as deep inside your wet pussy as possible....Trapping me between your strong sexy legs
MISTRESS BRIANNA: God, ****.....Even though I adore your cock and have my sissy wife for that....I wouldn't stop you....you dirty boy.....Fuck, I want you bad right now....I'm so close, ****. Give me a couple of minutes....
SEX TOY: Take all the time you want mistress, your pleasure is paramount.
And by edging, you understand she doesn't get to pump herself hard. No gripping her tiny shaft. No stroking.....She gets to massage herself like the woman she is, trying to hold on while she is soft and squishy. Lolol.....
June 20th: It's been a fun few days for my sissy wife.....First poor Kirsten was made to do a little bra photo shoot in her office. The shots are very much the same as she tried to be discreet, but there is the delight that she was seen (more in a blog soon).....
And then I showed her off to a friend while she did some housework, explaining that I preferred her dressed for chores like this....
July 7th: On special
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it here.
One of the fun things that has happened recently is one of the girls on twitter taking a shine to my sissy wife. She's even reached out to her and started teasing and tormenting her, which has got Kirsten's little clit twitching with uncertainty.
Here's a selection of quotes from the messages Stacey @wantonsub has sent her over the last few days or so....
"I got me real present there, a luxurious blow job with some tit wanking, before a good old fashioned fucking. I love it when her pulsing orgasm brinngs me over. Do you remember that?"
"I am sure there are nice clubs in manchester where your wife could bring two crossdressers, we both know if we got back to a hotel you would be just begging to be let get on your knees, lift up my miniskirt and pull down my knickers. Maybe there is a club where ypu could do it?"
"....a few of us sissies and a few of your wifes friends all out in a nice accepting bar, and I start touching you up, everyone gets a turn, under your skirt, shielded, you hope, by the little group. Then when you have messed yourself we make you take off your slutty little panties and show us! Something to think about darling.....it would be more exciting if we approached a big girls night out, maybe a hen night! Maybe we could leave you with them.....I must go and fuck, so we will chat soon."
"I will be back in time for your next period though, I will be in control, which should be fun ( for me)."
There are lots of other little touches in their comms between each other and I'm very pleased to leave them playing for now, with Stacey taking the lead, of course.
JULY 13th: My sweet sissy wife found herself in a tight spot this afternoon.
As you may know we are isolating. Sissy wife is due on any day and I like her to shop for her feminine hygiene supplies each month, just for a little fun humiliation. However because of us being shut-in she hasn't been able to and is running low on pads. She's fine on tampons.
A friend, who doesn't know about her, had offered to pick up a few essentials for us so I called her an hour or so ago and gave her a small list.
"Anything you'd like to add?" I asked Kirsten, watching her fidget. She knows if she gets caught without her supplies she'll be in trouble. "Anything you need?"
"I.....Please just add them onto the list."
I shook my head, smiling.
She did a nervous shuffle and whispered: "I need some pads. Always Infinity. Please....."
"I didn't quite catch that," my friend said, on the other end of the phone. "It sounded like he said something about.....pads?"
"No, no. I don't need anything," my sissy wife declared loudly and scarpered from the room.
"I guess we're good," I told my friend, wondering how my sissy wife was going to get through her period and how much trouble she was going to be in.
July 23rd: Sissy wife's work often involves her visiting clients at their homes and surveying their garden. Last night she visited two women and didn't realise when she bent down to check something, the back of her flowery panties were clearly showing.
When she stood and turned to confirm what she was looking at, their expressions gave away what they had seen and Kirsten realised what had happened and started to blush.
One of them told her it was "Okay," as my sissy wife had clearly lost track of what she was talking about, already distracted, wondering if the women were attracted to each other.
My sissy wife said she went into blabber-mode, confessing she was a cross-dresser, thanking them for understanding and explaining she dressed to please me.
Lolol....I love when my fun with her causes some work-place embarrassment. I just wish the conversation had gone further, but sissy wife then said she apologised and got the conversation back on track.
August 2nd: "Snap!"
Yesterday.....
That's what our sister-in-law said when she saw my sissy wife yesterday. She was on her way into work and I'd instructed her to drop off a jigsaw puzzle for the kids.
"But what about my hair and make-up-?" she protested.
"-and your bra and tights and panties and glasses.....Keep on protesting and I'll keep on adding. Not taken your handbag into work for a while."
"Please don't. I'll be a good girl and do as you say."
She timidly headed off. She told me later that when she stepped in with the puzzle my sister-in-law declared "Snap!", making her jump.
"We have the same hair grip," she told her, hair pulled up in a much better fashion than my sissy wife's.
I have her pull her hair back and brush the sides forward. It's a little girly, but not too overt for the sake of our son. When I take our son away --- so that she has the chance to live 24/7 as the woman she is --- she has an appointment made for her at a salon. She'll then have a proper feminine hair style for several days. That's her own fault. She doesn't like wigs on the odd times she's worn one.
Sissy wife said she got all nervous and made her excuses about having to get to work, terrified her bra or make-up would be seen. Especially magnified through her glasses. It must be so obvious.
"I think it's pretty cute," my sister-in-law said as she left.
Sissy wife said she spent the day wondering what else might have been noticed, worrying that she might have been outed because of such a tiny thing.
Today.....
This morning I had a call from my sister-in-law. We just had a good chit-chat, and then she mentioned the grip.
"It was so funny. I've never seen his hair like that before. Do you mind?"
"I tease him about being a girl," I grinned, walking a kinife's edge. "Maybe I'll get him an Alice band with a pretty bow in it."
She laughed, unaware my sissy wife already has one. "I'm not surprised. Those glasses, too. They looked...."
"Feminine," I finished for her.
"Exactly."
"I told him at the time they were women's glasses, but he said he really liked them."
She laughed. "Watch him. He'll be in your underwear next."
We had such a good laugh about 'him' just now.....But my brother, their kids.....This one has to be just a little fun. A tease here and there. But I'll be sure to share our chat with Kirsten when she comes home.
AUGUST 11th: I have a couple of standing rules in place for my sissy wife when I am not around.
She must always check in with me if anything remotely embarrassing happens. I do love these little moments that can happen any time. And, in conversation with strangers, she must always be honest about who she is if opportunities arise.
Yesterday a professional business woman, in appearance, visited her site. Kirsten was immediately intimidated by her confidence, attractiveness, and clothes. But sissy wife did her best to show her around and keep her composure, taking her from one building to another, across ground that has a variety of flagging and stones.
Kirsten is very personable and very good at building rapport, even when feeling submissive. Perhaps moreso because it brings out an endearing humility in her.
"Back this way?" the woman quizzed as Kirsten enthusiastically went to show something about a particular building. "My feet are killing me."
Kirsten tried to empathise a little, being familiar with sometimes wearing heels on the grounds of the site.
"What's that they say about walking a mile in someone else's shoes?" the woman joked.
Kirsten started to twitch like crazy at the opening in conversation, her pad easily catching her dribbles. Her nerves were kicking in as she knew she was about to hint or tell this beautiful woman something about herself.
Leap of faith time.
"I hope you don't think this inappropriate, but I really do know what you mean. I'm a cross-dresser."
The woman stopped.
Kirsten said her heart was beating like crazy, thinking she had entirely mis-judged the moment.
"I meant, I'm breaking in new shoes," the woman laughed, "not that I'm struggling because of my heels."
Kirsten's face turned white. "Oh."
"Don't worry. I can see it now. Your hair. Your bra straps through your shirt," she smiled sweetly. "Now I'm looking, I can see your make-up, too. And your nail polish.....You really go to town."
Kirsten started to flush red as her femininity was listed.
"No need to be scared or embarrassed."
"We're okay?" Kirsten managed. "I didn't mean....."
"It's not my thing," the woman told her, "I don't think. I don't know, to be honest....But each to their own. Especially these days. Whatever makes you happy."
Conversation turned back to the buildings for a few minutes or so. Then:
"You've actually worn high heels to work?" she asked.
"Not high heels. My kittens. They still have about a three inch heel."
The woman chuckled at my sissy wife's prideful boast.
"You're married?" she said, noting my sissy wife's ring.
"Yes," and then anticipating the next question: "She knows. I....She....It makes her happy knowing I....I express myself for her."
"For her?" she smiled.
Kirsten nodded, enjoying the conversation, but then keeping it work related so she didn't get carried away. She talked about how the booking process worked, lead times, and the fact that she'd be happy to visit the woman at home for a site visit if she wished to order.
"I might just take you up on that. I really like that one," she said, pointing. "But I need to chat with my boyfriend and he'll want to be there when you visit."
My sissy wife blushed a little. She could not picture herself with this powerful woman, but could easily imagine a man satisfying her. And then....
Twitching again, Kirsten nodded, trying not to lose track at what happened next in her fantasy. A little speechless.
"Thanks for your help...." the woman began.
That pause, waiting for a name. My sissy wife hates that pause in such conversations.
"*****.....But....I prefer Kirsten."
"Fair enough, Kirsten. I've enjoyed meeting you. I'll give you a call if we decide to move on anything."
I love Kirsten having such encounters. They really make my day. And hers.
She's had many, in many different circumstances. But since they are out of the blue her nerves always kick in. She's in a weird middle ground I hope she stays in for a long time. Confident enough to open up when she thinks the timing is right, hoping for acceptance....But still a trembling little sub, nervous and thrilled about what might be said, or even happen.
August 21st: Tonight my sissy wife's best friend is visiting. They've known each other since they were 11 years old. One of Kirsten's favorite fantasies used to be being discovered by him and his wife, and then having to look after their home for them. As a good maid should.....
It became evident, though, once her friend discovered she shaves her legs that he would not be open to such fun. A very close-minded attitude, ugly even, about cross-dressers.
But that can't stop a Mistress from teasing.....I've already told my sissy wife to expect a surprise or two while her friend is here, just to keep her on edge. Lolol.
AUGUST 27th: The decorator continues his work, but this morning we had the most pleasant of chats while sissy wife served him tea and biscuits before he got started.
DECORATOR: Is that the same shirt as yesterday?
SISSY WIFE: Yes. I can't get to my clothes at the moment. And there's nothing of mine in the ironing pile.
MISTRESS BRIANNA: Which you'll be doing later.
Kirsten nodded.
SISSY WIFE: I'll get on it in a bit.
DECORATOR (chuckling): She's a bossy one.
I smiled.
MISTRESS BRIANNA: You can reach some of your girl clothes.
Kirsten turned white instantly, and then flushed red. All in a second.
DECORATOR (intrigued): Girl clothes?
SISSY WIFE: My wife's just joking. Don't be silly.
MISTRESS BRIANNA: Silly me. That's right. Our son is downstairs so you can't wear your skirts or dresses.
I've discovered our decorator is a naturally inquisitive character.
DECORATOR: So you like wearing women's clothes?
SISSY WIFE (shy): Yes.
DECORATOR: Why do you do that?
I smiled. She could go into her childhood cravings for her mother's clothes; her young adult discovery of being humiliated and enjoying it; her adult awareness that she likely is a woman after exploring all her past.....So much she could talk about....But instead, as she is trained in such situations....
SISSY WIFE: Because I'm told to.
The decorator almost dropped his biscuit.
DECORATOR: Really?
SISSY WIFE: Really.
He looked at me, and I nodded.
MISTRESS BRIANNA: Really.
If plans stay on track, the decorator will also be doing our hallway and landing....when our son has returned to school.
And what's my rule when our son is at school?
Kirsten must dress appropriately, regardless of who visits or knocks on the door if we don't know them. Big lolol.
Oct 12th: So why did I treat my sissy wife to her very pretty, new camisole?
To briefly get you up to speed.....I have set in motion a long-term plan to reveal my sissy wife to her old female boss, Nic. This may also lead to her being outed to her old colleagues from that job. When Nic last visited us, we decided on a friendly wager that I could make her wear women's underwear after Kirsten had demonstrated her submissiveness before her. Nic does not know my line of work. Yet....
To learn more, check out this blog, but here's the latest for those up to date.
"I wanted you to have something pretty to wear when we visit Nic's," I told her.
"I can't wear this to Nic's," she protested.
"Oh. I mis-heard. I thought you said, yes, Miss....Perhaps you'll prefer this."
I took a peek in her wardrobe and hung up....
"Miss, please don't."
"Why on earth not? You did some housework when she visited us. It's only fair you do some of hers. Might as well dress appropriately, sissy girl."
"Miss, no. But....A little housework is fine. But I can't be seen wearing my maid uniform in front of her. She's my ex-boss. She could tell anybody."
"Then you'll wear your new camisole?" I asked firmly. More a statement.
"Yes, Miss," she said, and then reluctantly: "Please, Miss. It's so pretty and soft. Please may I wear my new camisole to Nic's?"
I smiled. "Of course you may. What else?"
"Miss?"
"Panties?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Bra?"
"But Miss....."
I gave her a stern luck and stood back so she could see her maid uniform, hanging there, waiting for her.
"Yes, Miss. I'd like to wear a bra when we visit with Nic. Please may I?"
"Absolutely. You know my expectations. I'm surprised we're even having this conversation.....Tights?"
"But Miss---You know Nic has had new carpets recently from what she told us when she was here."
"So?"
"Well, what if she asks us to take our shoes off?"
I smiled and chuckled. "Then you'll take your shoes off."
26th August: I am so far behind on sissy wife news, tweets, blogs, etc.....So this actually happened a week or so ago, and she's been in the sissy doghouse ever since. She has been humiliated as punishment, and I'll poll soon to discover if she deserves more or if I should show her some compassion.
We have both loved her growing her hair a little and she was really starting to embrace her alice bands and scrunchies, and her delightful little fringe falling in front of her eyes.
So, you can imagine how disappointed and frustrated I was when she returned home from work one night with it all cut off to a 'number 4'....as well as truly pissed off.
A manager had visited and expressed how good she was doing in her job, but felt she would do so much better if she presented differently. Kirsten got skittish, putting her feet under her chair to hide the tights at her ankle, hoping her bra wasn't noticed....but after a conversation it came down to her hair not being 'professional'.....and in a mood she stopped on her way home and had it all cut off.
That experience was quite embarrassing. The mention of how sad she must be after growing her hair from the hair-dresser, led to an out-pouring of how it wasn't fair because she loved to dress and it was her first time having hair of any length. The hair-dresser buzzed away with her clippers trying to comfort her, talking clothes and asking her about why she dressed. You can guess her answer by now, I'm sure.
And Kirsten was also sad that night, and has been a little down over it. She's always hated wigs, and was loving her hair.
So, I've tried to be compassionate, but equally she should have called and needed to be taught a lesson. I chose one punishment to deliberately humiliate her; one to show her manager what unprofessional could actually look like, and one just for my amusement. I will be polling shortly. Please say if she deserves more punishment, more compassion, or a mix of both, or even no further action.
16th November: A different kind of update. No pics. No humiliations. Just an insight into the genuine fear my sissy wife, and I'm sure many of you, live with.
When our son was born we made several decisions that would impact our lives together as a family around the lifestyle I have always enjoyed with my sissy wife. One of them involved lengthy discussions around when he should find out about who his father is, or should we bring him into the world with that as a part of his little life.
We decided to wait until he was an adult to share, even if we did then, with him about our lifestyle, and while that was fine as a baby, it has unwittingly created a tightrope that is becoming increasingly difficult to walk.
One of my sissy wife's big struggles in life has been understanding and accepting she can be the most amazing father and also my sweet sub at the same time. But every now and then, something will happen that will flip her world off it's axis.
A few years back she was convinced our son had spotted her putting tights on. After he had been put to bed, she crashed completely. Emotionally she was lost and there was no talking to her, even for me....That night she purged everything. Everything.....And she vowed to always serve me, but said she could no longer dress.
I gave her time, and counselled her often, allowing her to come around at her own pace.....And months later, she asked if she could have a pair of panties. She knows who she is, and doesn't have to fight it.....She's genuinely happy about being who she is.....But her Achilles Heel is our son, and I don't imagine that will ever change.
Over the recent years, our fun has become more daring at her work, despite me recently dialling it back a little, and she has been more and more open at home. It seems so many things she used to be scared of being seen at home (hosiery, make-up, etc) have gone by the wayside as she's become more comfortable about our son. Nothing as overt as dresses and skirts, you understand.
And I've kept a close eye on them both.
But over the weekend our son ran into the bedroom and could see the black lacy top of Kirsten's nightie peeking from the sheets. He laughed and called out "Why are you wearing Mom's bra?" not realising what it was, and then ran from the room.
He's not brought it up since, but our big thing has always been to protect him, and any children, from our lifestyle. Now we've spent hours again having those same conversations about when to let him see who his father is.
And once more we've decided the time is not right and he is too young, and too immature, to learn about it. All while I've been talking Kirsten out of the tail-spin she was starting to slip into.
Who knows if we are doing the right thing? But for now, this is a cautionary word to take care. If you are keeping secrets don't become too comfortable....but you also need to keep your outlets. It takes work and care, even in my world where I often hear how lucky we are (and we are).
Anybody reading this, be good and safe and responsible, but always mind yourselves and your loved ones.
JAN 12th, 2021: I often get behind on sissy wife's posts, etc for a few reasons. The first time.....between family and work, sometimes there are just not enough hours in the day. Secondly clients contribute to this, as despite you serving me, I am responsible and unless it is part of our fun, I try not to neglect those I choose to join me. Thirdly, that adds nicely to my sissy wife's mind-set. Poor Kirsten often feels the bottom of the sissy ladder. Lol.
So this update goes all the way back to Hair-gate......
We often take little walks around the neighborhood, and see various people we have passing relationships with. You know, the kind of people you say hello to and have the occasional gossip with. But you never truly know them and you wouldn't call them friends.
For us, one such person is a Polish (I think) woman several doors down.
One day after Kirsten's irresponsible bloody haircut, we were completing a walk when we saw her in the garden. We stopped and said hello, and in her broken English she gestured to Kirsten and said: "You've cut your hair. I think longer suited you."
I smiled hoping there was a conversation here. "I liked it too."
"You used to have....Your accessories. They were often for girls, no?"
Kirsten blushed deeply in a second. "No.....I.....Well I needed something to try and tidy....to keep it tidy and presentable."
"He's so embarrassed," she said to me. "I just meant the colors were for girls. You had pinks....and the material. It was soft like satin."
My sissy wife started to shuffle a little. I honestly don't know whether she had seen more and had ideas about Kirsten, or if she was making innocent conversation and had stumbled over something to make her giggle. Either way, I was enjoying it.
The woman looked at me. "I was wondering how long before we saw him in high heels."
We both laughed. The only thing that would have made it better was if she was wearing heels and had pointed them out.
"I'm sure she'd look cute," I giggled.
"She'd," the woman laughed, catching my accidental slip.
I'm not sure what was worse for Kirsten. The talk of her hair accessories and how she'd been seen. How many others had noticed that she wasn't aware of? That would play on her mind whenever she was out in the neighborhood....The teasing about high heels which she loved to wear. She adored that little moment when you step out of the first shoe and your foot drops, as well as the look they create, the balance and posture they demand.....or my little gender slip. Either way, Kirsten was all a dither now.
"But I don't want to wear women's shoes," was all she managed, rather pathetically.
The woman looked at him. "I'm, you know, teasing you."
I playfully punched her arm. "Relax."
She looked at me and said quietly: "He acts like he really wants to. You should think about that."
January 25th: Another update from late last year.
Looking at these pictures, it's funny, because I don't even remember why I was punishing Kirsten. But I have a little something called Window Time. And here's my sissy wife finding herself stood in her bra and panties at the front living room window....Lol....Thank God those horrible brass light fittings have gone now!
On this particular day I had her stand there from 8.30 to 9.30 in the morning, from 1 until 2 in the afternoon, and from 2.45 until 3.45 in the afternoon. I chose these times very deliberately.
While a school is not too close to us, our home is part of the pedestrian route to it. The children won't see over the hedge. As you know, I'm very protective of children and what they see. But any passing adults would get a good, clear view of her....and there were many passing adults. Lol.
So for that first time slot I could almost sense her trying to will her body to shrink. Lolol....And a couple of times she caught herself, reflexes kicking in, moving to duck. Had she done so, I couldn't even imagine the trouble she would be in.
"Please, Miss, I've just been seen."
"Miss, this is enough now. Please."
"Miss, a woman just saw me. Can I please get dressed now?"
And so on......Lolol.
The middle slot was for a very special reason. Typically that is when our mail arrives. If you keep up to date you know my sissy wife must answer the door dressed as she is when there is a knock, or if parcels arrive....Obviously in this instance that would be too good to be true.
But my hope was that our regular postman would come by. He's seen my sissy wife dressed many times now. Occasionally he has a chuckle; but mostly just accepts her.
And sure enough, there it was. A slight nervous wave from my sissy wife to somebody outside and then a sound at the letterbox.
"Miss, please. The postman just saw me." She was crimson. Lol.
"So," I told her. "He's seen you quite a bit this year. He's gotten very used to seeing you dressed as the girl you are."
I loved our postman. I can remember the first few times he had seen Kirsten, who had been terrified. But he took her with such good humor and I suspect did enjoy seeing her. He was about our age and had a cute little chuckle. I made a mental note to have Kirsten ask which outfits he preferred to see her in. That should be nice and embarrassing.
"But never like this, Miss. Can I please have my clothes now?"
I smiled....and told her when the time slot was complete she could dress....until the next one. Lol.
March 25th: I get so behind on sissy wife's updates and blogs, but here's a call that happened a few days or so ago. Her specialist was checking in about an upcoming appointment and asked about what medications she was on. Kirsten mentioned her pain-killers and the dose she was currently taking. The specialist seemed happy and moved on. I cleared my throat.
"I....There's one more thing," Kirsten said. "I do take something else."
"Go on," the doctor said.
"It may sound unusual but....I take....I find it...I take a daily menopause supplement."
There was a pause. "Menopause?"
A serious, not lacking levity, chat about gender and gender identity followed, and the fact that Kirsten saw herself more as a woman despite not being able to dress all the time which leads to frustration.
The doctor asked about the ingredients of the two pills she takes daily. The first mostly female vitamins, the second botanical and stimulating estrogen.
"If it brings you some comfort, it sounds fine. They should do no harm. Thank you for being open about who you are. Probably best to always declare it when asked."
After the conversation ended, I rewarded her with some passionate kisses and enjoyed teasing her clit. I laughed as it twitched but barely developed.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I told her.
"No, Miss."
"And better to be honest. Imagine if it had been a problem with anything he is dealing with. You did good, girl."
Later that day, I found her worrying though.
"Miss Brianna, I've been thinking....I know my boobs are small, but I'm sure my daily exercise and the supplements are....well, I think they are a little bit bigger and the shape seems....rounder."
I smiled. I had noticed. Nothing too extreme. But definitely more noticeable under her clothes. "You always wanted little tits."
"But, Miss-"
I held up me hand. "We can genuinely make them bigger if you like."
"No, Miss. Please....And my clit. It seems....It's always been so small. But it seems....tinier....and thinner."
"Let me see."
"Miss?"
"Undress. Now. Go get a USB stick."
She stood before me and I inspected her.
"Yes. Definitely. Bigger up here.....and you're even smaller down there."
"But, Miss-"
A few days ago she had asked about stopping her menopause supplements. She occasionally does.
"Look at you....You should be so happy and proud. Lose that pregnant tummy and you'll be a proper girl."
"Yes, Miss."
"Happy?"
She smiled. "Yes, Miss Brianna. Please....I know I beg and whine sometimes about my menopause supplements, but...."
I gave her a hug. "Don't you worry, sweetheart. You'll be on them forever, regardless of the changes that happen to your body."
May 30th: A fun little update.
Kirsten works a lot of OT sometimes, keeping her site open on her days off (she represents garden buildings at a fairly busy garden centre). Recently though she has found herself training a new colleague to take over on her days off.
I'll be meeting him later today, but Kirsten is rather smitten. He's handsome, tall and strong by her accounts and their personalities have clicked. They've been getting along, but Kirsten has been making occasional, good humored remarks that hint at her submissive nature.
At the garden centre a few women know about Kirsten's cross-dressing, and one woman is quite clued in about her being my sissy wife....So I've been teasing her that one day soon I'll send her shopping there on her day off, fully dressed, and have her walk through her own site a few times to see if she is noticed.
Panties and bra holding her naturally developing small tits in place. But I'd have it padded because I know some people like big girls. Stockings and heels. A pretty summer dress.
I've made her masturbate into her pad a few times (poor girl and her periods) about what might happen and her fantasies vary.....from the light humiliation of being seen to giving him a blow job in the office. One time Kirsten got more real (the office has a large glass front) and said she'd accompany him to the restrooms and she described in some detail how she'd get on the floor of a cubicle and please him.
Shame has kicked in after she has orgasmed, so I've left her in her sticky mess and told her that some dreams do come true.
She is in such a state. Lolol.
JUNE 25th: Earlier this year we had the patio done. There were lots of occasions when Kirsten served the workmen. She couldn't be fully dressed, but often had on clearly feminine clothes (women's trousers, blouses, etc).
It was a lot of fun for me, and so embarrassing for her.
And the patio has become a perfect play area for photo-shoots. In our home it has become known for two things: Patio Play and Patio Punishment. Photos and posing are fun and I'll do them with her discreetly, but if she's in bad books I'll often send her out there for extended periods of time and not let her back in.
One of our neighbors knows about Kirsten, and was starting to tease her. But last summer our friendship devolved a little. However, I've enjoyed knowing that Micheala might see her....The other neighbor doesn't know about Kirsten, although I've hinted now and then.
So, Kirsten is sent out to stand and walk, and occasionally sit, where she can be seen.
An interesting development is that the neighbor who doesn't know about Kirsten moved out and a young couple purchased the house. They've recently moved in.
They seem pleasant enough, but I'm not sure yet if I'll introduce Kirsten to them. However, there was a nice surprise when I chatted and found out the woman works from home. I've often seen her out in her own garden with her laptop or making calls. Kirsten hasn't noticed yet.....
But I think she will when I next send her out. Lolol....Best be a good girl, Kirsten, or your time on the patio will lead to exposure to our new neighbors. And who knows how they will react.....
As if that isn't enough, she also now needs to be vigilant when completing her chores in the back garden as the chances of being seen have just increased massively. Lolol.
August 17th: Just finished and this ended up more blog length. However, enjoy.....
To celebrate the start of the snooker season.....
Kirsten is a good club level player, and I permit it as a little sanctuary for her. Panties always, of course, but --- except for some very fun occasions --- I try not to show who she is to her friends and team-mates at the club.
Since things have opened up she's taken to playing with her friend and his Dad who she has known since she was a child. The club is typically not busy. They generally have the snooker hall to themselves, an adjacent sports bar has a handful of people in and a hall is used for band practice the night they play each week.
About two weeks ago a new bartender started work. Cute and personable, all three of them found her attractive and very pleasant and chatty. Kirsten came home quite smitten and wouldn't shut up about her.
So I decided to remind her of who she was. Last week she put up a protest but I sent her to snooker wearing panties, bra and tights. She was so self-conscious it threw her completely off her game.
At the bar, set not too far from the table they were on, Kirsten chatted to Charlie, the new bartender (female, twenties), while she sat out a game for losing.
They joked about not liking the amateur band that was hurting their ears, and talked about how quiet the next room was, giving her a better chance to train in her new job. Leigh, about her age and also a very pleasant, bubbly young woman, was training her and happy for her to chat while she looked after the others.
"You're not playing as good as usual," Charlie noted.
"Yeah. I can't focus."
She leaned over the bar and whispered: "Is it because of what you are wearing?"
Kirsten nearly fell off her barstool. "Shit. You noticed. Please don't tell the others."
"I saw your tights. What else have you got on?"
"Charlie," Kirsten said, almost a plea for her not to talk about it.
"Go on. I won't tell," she said quietly, almost conspiring.
Kirsten knows if asked to admit who she is. Even in her sanctuary. It wasn't her friends asking but the new bartender and she was cute and fun to chat with and-
She gulped her drink and whispered: "I'm wearing panties, tights and a bra."
Charlie raised a hand to her mouth. "A bra? Really?"
Kirsten nodded.
"Why?"
My sissy wife took another sip of her drink. "I have....I have little boobs and....my wife prefers I dress this way."
Needless to say, it was Charlie's turn to nearly fall off her seat. She looked along the bar to Leigh.
"Please don't," Kirsten said. "You promised."
Charlie grinned. "Okay then. I'll keep quiet."
She laughed and Kirsten now has no idea how true that will be. Charlie is good friends with Leigh and her sister, who also works at the club.
Every-time she goes in now, Kirsten will wonder what any of them know, if Charlie has talked about her...even what she'll be thinking when Kirsten goes in for her game.
That should teach her for coming home all excited about the cute new bar staff....and I haven't finished. Charlie works the same night each week, which is Kirsten's snooker night. So I might have some more fun yet....Or pop in and have a good chat with her. Lolol.
September 14th: Kirsten sometimes likes to spoon. It does absolutely nothing for me. I can't feel her tiny clit against my butt cheeks, it's so small. But I suppose she gets some comfort from the warmth, or the fact I'm letting her cuddle.
Last night I couldn't sleep, so I had a little wiggle and managed to find her clit between my butt cheeks. I then started to give her a pleasant ass massage while she slept. Rubbing all over her aroused clit until-
Aroused, but still soft, she spurted, filling her pad with cum that soaked in her pussy-crack.
I laughed as she suddenly woke.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Miss...I think I've had an accident," she said, not realising why. "Can I change my pad or I'll never get back to sleep? Please, Miss?"
I smiled. "Of course not. You can barely afford them as it is, so no wasting. You can sleep through with that one."
I could see she was thinking about begging. Just you try, I thought. I was in a right mood because I was so tired and frustrated. Besides, I had a wicked surprise for her.
"Yes, you're right, Miss," she told me, turning over to sleep.
"Oh, I've got some good news for you."
She rolled over, eager. "Yes, Miss."
"You're as popular as ever on twitter. Your period poll got nearly 100 votes this time."
She breathed a sigh of relief. "So it's a regular period? It's over tomorrow?"
I waited.
"You said good news."
I smiled. "I'm sure you'll be happy to know they care so much for you, they've extended your period by 10 days."
She looked down, defeated. Her periods had been awful this year because of this fun. She'd spent more time 'on' than not. I watched her fidget in the uncomfortable mess she'd made. Her flow. The only time she was permitted to cum.
"Aren't you a lucky girl?" I asked.
"Yes, Miss Brianna" She gave me a quick kiss. "Thank you."
"Night, Sweetheart," I grinned, telling her she was a good girl as she didn't try to spoon with her messy pad. Lol.
October 11th: Kirsten and I had a lovely little encounter this morning.
I decided to treat her to breakfast before work. We stopped at a little coffee shop. Sat at a table outside, we were waiting for our order when a young woman stepped over from her spot.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I think you dropped your purse," she said to me.
I rummaged in my handbag and---then noticed the one she was holding up.
"Kirsten," I said, loud enough for the woman and her partner to hear, "that looks like your purse."
Kirsten tapped her pocket with her palm, her mouth dropping open. She has a clutch style purse, long and rectangular, and I'd told her to be careful with it sticking from her pocket.
She looked to the woman, clearly embarrassed. "Thank you. Where did you find it?"
"Just over there," she gestured. "Look, we have the same one." She pulled her own out, the leather worn from more years of use, but it was exactly the same, down to the brand and color. "My husband was telling me off for being careless but I told him mine was in my handbag, Kirsten."
I smiled at her emphasis. Kirsten merely blushed.
"Well, thanks," she managed.
"Thank you," I told her, and then looked at my sissy wife, being sure the other couple heard: "I've told you about using your handbag more often."
Kirsten squirmed as they smiled at us. "Yes, Miss."
December 6th: This should have been a blog, but I'm far too behind on posting them so I've side-lined it here....
A while back now Kirsten was due her eye test. She was scheduled to go in on her way to work and upon arrival I made sure she wore heavier eye make-up than usual to be certain it was noticed (which she did, of course, keep freshened up for the rest of the day).
We browsed the women's frames section together and I pointed a few out that I quite liked for her, before she was summoned for her check-up.
The optician was professional throughout, not mentioning Kirsten's make-up or her clearly feminine coat. But when they were done and had discussed her results the optician escorted her back to me and told her the women's frames were just where we had been.
Blushing, and nervous because of the eye inspection, Kirsten returned and we tried the various frames I'd chosen on her, asking for a colleague's opinion at one point. She even made the deciding vote on one pair.
When we approached the desk after making our selection it was a different colleague and he pointed out that we'd been making our choice from the female section.
"That's correct," I agreed, waiting for my sissy wife to fill the silence.
"I like....girly, feminine styles," she confessed.
The man nodded with amusement and completed forms, telling us it would be about a week for them to be ready.
Made-up and in her lingerie as well as her work clothes and feminine coat, Kirsten returned and had to try the glasses on. Both pairs felt a bit tight, and the female colleague serving her this time smiled and told her it was because women's frames were slightly smaller.
"That's about as good as we'll get them," she nodded, and gestured to a mirror. "I think they suit you."
Kirsten thanked her and was about to leave.
"You get cases with them," the woman told her, and disappeared into a back room.
She returned moments later with a couple of bland cases.
She could see the disappointment on Kirsten's face.
"Do you have....Is there anything....Prettier?" Kirsten asked.
"I'm afraid we only have generic ones, but I'm sure you can find something more appropriate online."
Kirsten thanked her, and we left. I told her how well she'd done and promised we'd get those bland cases exchanged for something more her when we had a minute.
February 14th, 2022......
A shame this isn't more appropriate for Valentine's Day, but a very humiliating encounter for Kirsten, nonetheless.
Some people have suggested that with Kirsten not having much dressing time, she is failing me. Even not dressed, she always serves and takes care of me....but between OT at work and our son, always dressing is not a realistic option.
She wears her lingerie and make-up every day, continues with her periods, sleeps in appropriate clothing, and pleases me with the housework...and even though she can't dress as she should, that doesn't mean that I don't have fun. Case in point.
Yesterday, the roofers needed access to our bedroom as they had disturbed the plaster on the ceiling and said they would fix it up. They took off their boots and asked if they could stand on the bed for a few minutes.
"Just let me move my husband's nightie," I told them, picking up her black, satin sleepwear.
The roofers looked at me, a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"Oh, she likes lacy things," I said, holding up the nightie. "She's quite the girl."
"Like a cross-dresser," one of them said.
"Yes, but it's more than that. She likes me....well, let's just say she's the one wearing the panties in this family. She likes to be....told."
I popped open her wardrobe.
"Look," I said, pointing. Except for her work clothes and a few male items it was mostly female clothing. "Even this is hers."
I took out her maid's uniform. The men laughed.
"She loves wearing it when she does her chores."
They shook their heads as they worked. "You keep saying she..."
"She's just a big girl. Her real name is Kirsten."
Another burst of laughter. "This is a joke, right?"
"Tell you what. Our son will be at a friend's later when she comes home. Have a bit of fun with her. If she doesn't respond compliantly, you can add £100 to the bill. If she does....You can still add £50 on for amusing me with her."
The men looked at each other. "You've got a bet."
When Kirsten arrived home, they were working on the front part of the roof. Near the bottom where the wall joins it. She walked up the path and said hello, asked them how it was going.
"Been a hard day. Any chance of a brew, love," one of them said, and they smirked as Kirsten told them she'd be out in a minute, heart thumping at the affectionate term.
Inside she prepared the drinks and put them on a tray with some biscuits. When she went out she considered the ladder up the scaffolding, and the men laughed when she said she was scared to go up with the tray.
In a second they were down.
"Thanks, Kirsten," one of them said, adding milk and sugar to his drink.
The other munched biscuits as she stood holding the tray, hand dithering, face white that they knew her name.
Crumbs falling from his mouth, the second roofer said: "Be great to see you in that pretty uniform of yours one day. Do you make house-calls or just keep your home tidy for your wife?"
Kirsten looked around, blushing. "As well as home, I've cleaned for my ex-girlfriend's mother and-"
"Your exe's mother!" one of them exclaimed.
"In that uniform?" the other asked.
"Yes, it was...it was a dream of mine. And my wife's-" she stopped, suddenly not sure of how much I'd told them, and knew she should address me proper. "Miss Brianna's best friend, Miss Amy. And her husband."
She looked down, shame getting the better of her.
"Miss Brianna? What's that about?"
"I...she...I'm...I should go inside. It just means I haven't been permitted to sleep with her for a couple of years now. Can I please go back in?"
They had one last laugh. "Go on, Kirsten. Take your tray. We've got work to do."
Most expensive laugh I ever had listening to that near the door. Lol. But worth every penny.
April 21st, 2022......
This should probably be a blog, but I just don't have time to write the full day up, and I'm aware I don't update this page enough for those looking.
So a special treat. A little photo gallery from the day my sissy wife Kirsten thought she was going to put her feet up and watch the snooker for the day. Her plans were scuppered early on when our son was called to a friends.....leaving Kirsten all alone for me to play with.
To some whining, I sent her upstairs to change into her maid uniform and after presenting to my amusement and torment, I put her to work....all while I sat down, enjoyed the refreshing snacks she served, watching the snooker she had planned on seeing. Lolol.
For those who think I work my sissy wife too hard sometimes, she knows her place and knows to please me....and because of that good girls get rewarded.
She asked if she could change into a skirt or dress and join me for the rest of the snooker. I smiled as if I was about to nod....and then told her that as a treat she could paint her toe nails a pretty pink.......
......and then told her to get on with cleaning the windows.
That's what life is like when you're a girl married to a woman like me. There might be rewards along the way, but they might not be what you hope for. And you will always, always, serve and please me....regardless of what you'd like to do.
May 11th, 2022......
A little fun from the other day.
Kirsten was sent out to the dryer which is in the outbuildings after doing her laundry. On the patio I had her pose with her laundry bag....
.....stand a while. It amused me, watching her fidget, hoping neighbors didn't see her and soon she was begging to come in.
I told her to wait another ten minutes, while I sat on the patio and watched. Lolol.
Her heart pounded during that ten minutes and suddenly she tensed at a sound, looking towards a neighbor's house. I'd heard it to. It was the distinctive sound of the patio door opening.
She started to bolt.....
......and I told her to freeze.
"Where do you think you're going, Princess?" I asked.
"Miss, they've gone back in for something. But they're coming out. Please let me go in."
One side know about Kirsten, but I don't engage with them as much as we used to. A long story you can find throughout my website and puzzle together. I'm sure this side suspect her, but they have never seen her. Perhaps today would be the day.
"Carry you laundry bag correctly. Like a handbag on your arm."
She looked anxiously, feet inching forward.
"Please, Miss...."
"Kirsten!" I snapped.
"Yes, Miss Brianna," she said, doing as she was told.
"In you go then," I told her, and she quickly disappeared inside, just as our neighbors came out and said hello. Lolol.
June 9th, 2022......
Last weekend we had some family fun in the pool. After our son and friends went off to play, it left just Kirsten and I.
She still needs to spend the day in her bikini outside, but it was too risky as the kids occasionally came back.
So it was fun when our neighbor peeked over the fence to say hello. It was Kirsten who noticed her nails. Long. Each a different color.
Kirsten, without being prompted, commented how pretty they were. Her word. Pretty. And asked when she'd had them done.
"Last week," our neighbor replied. Let's call her Casey. I don't use real names and have no clue what I've given her in the past now. Anyway, Casey might have seen/heard hints about Kirsten when she's been in the garden, but officially didn't know about her. "They're longer than usual so I'm still getting used to them."
Kirsten thought about her own experiences with acrylics. Never that long, though. She didn't realise she was staring.
"It must be impossible to open cans and stuff," she said.
Casey grinned and fetched her handbag. "Don't laugh."
She reached inside and revealed a tiny spoon. Kirsten looked puzzled.
"Men," I chuckled. "It's for leverage, silly."
"I don't know. It was nice of you to notice them, *******. My husband didn't notice until we were in the bedroom."
Kirsten blushed a little.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Casey assured her. "Just girl talk."
Kirsten was turning crimson. She was in the inner sanctum with two strong women talking about what goes on in the bedroom. Casey told me how good her husband had been, and Kirsten didn't know where to look. She must have been so jealous. Lolol.
"Oh, I think I know what's wrong," I said, and Kirsten blushed more, looking at me, silently pleading with me. What would scare her the most? Casey knowing she'd had her nails done often, or our neighbor finding out some of our bedroom secrets? Or lack of....? I had a little chuckle at Kirsten's edginess.
Casey looked between us. "He looks proper scared. What's up?"
"Well....." I teased slowly....."He always wanted to get his nails done."
Kirsten gasped. Torn between pleased I hadn't shared more....the way she dressed and served; the fact she'd had her nails done many times; our lack of intimacy and her cuckolded nature....and shock at what I'd actually said.
Casey laughed. "Really? It was funny the way you noticed them."
Kirsten shuffled. So amusing. My girl getting shy. "Can I please go inside? I have a few things to do."
Casey looked at me, a little surprised at my 'husband' asking the question.
"Off you go," I told her, and just as I was reaching the door I reminded her to answer Casey's question.
"Sorry. What's that?" she said.
Casey looked at her directly. "Do you really want to get your nails done?"
I'll leave what my sissy wife said to your imagination, but will let you in on a secret. Casey had a good giggle at her response. Lolol.
October 19th, 2022......
Been a while since an update here and I have a couple of things backed up to share, starting with a little something from our vacation.
At the airport before our flight out, since she's generally a very good girl, I decided to treat Kirsten to a new pair of sunglasses. I told her to take a look at the Raybans while I set our son up with a colleague because he was trying on pair after pair.
Meanwhile, another woman had started to assist my sissy wife. I checked our son was out of earshot.
"Kirsten, have you seen anything you like?"
The colleague looked, perhaps not sure what she'd heard.
"She's so silly sometimes. These are for men," I elaborated.
For those who don't know, my sissy wife only wears female glasses.
It's the little things. Whenever she reads or works she needs her glasses; and every time she puts them on she's conscious of their femininity, and the fact that most people make eye contact. Lol.
"I'm not sure...." the colleague began.
Kirsten knew to be quiet unless spoken to.
"My husband...." I waved my hand, again checking on our son. He was still busy. "Well, she's a cross-dressing girl. So everything just has to be nice and feminine. Isn't that true, Kirsten? Just a sissy wife, not a husband."
The woman, bemused, considered my blushing sissy wife. Lol.
"Yes, Miss Brianna," she said, and the woman choked a laugh. "May I please see the female styles? I prefer those."
"Sure thing," the woman said, and had Kirsten try on several styles. The colleague was relaxing and obviously enjoying Kirsten's embarrassment.
We had to be quick because of our son, but it was a lovely moment. Embarrassing and sweet. Together, the colleague and I settled on a pair. Kirsten didn't have a choice and loved/hated displaying her submissiveness.
The woman talked through why they were feminine, why they suited her, while she modelled them in the mirror. The shape and size, the decorated edging around the lens, the hint of tortoiseshell in the frame.
"I think they suit you," she smiled.
"They are so girly," I grinned at Kirsten, thanking the woman and telling her we'd take them.
After catching up with our son and the other colleague I purchased both pairs and Kirsten smiled, very happy at her gift.
A great start to our holiday, and you can read more in her vacation blogs here.
December 15th, 2022.....
I love setting little traps for Kirsten. Little unexpected moments that shock or surprise her.
When I was in the hospital waiting for my surgery, I don't know why but this little piece of erotic art was on the wall of my room.
I thought it a bizarre choice, but it did help me relax and so when I was being discharged, a mix of the pain-killers and that picture made it very easy for me to humiliate my sissy wife. She wasn't even there, but it was pure set-up for when she came to pick me up.
"So, we've covered heavy lifting, shopping, etc. Leave all that to others. Now, there's to be no sexual activity-"
My smile gave her pause.
"My husband is a cuck."
She was not from these shores and looked at me uncertainly. "I don't know this word."
"It means, he's denied of any sexual pleasure unless I permit it; and that he enjoys, well in Kirsten's case it's more tolerates, the thought of me with somebody else. In fact, he's quite emasculated. I prefer him feminised and to many she is known as my sissy wife."
The nurse hesitated, unsure of my revelations. "It sounds like you have a lot of fun with....her?"
"I do. She's quite the girl. But regarding sexual activity, there's no need to worry. You can continue."
She read more from her form and then I was left alone for a few hours. Occasionally, she popped in to chat a few minutes. Finally I was informed it was okay to go home and that my sissy wife was here to collect me.
"Kirsten. Her name is Kirsten," I smiled as we walked a corridor and then down some stairs.
Despite me offering, the nurse was carrying my bag. She even told me off for reaching for it. So when we reached the reception and I spotted Kirsten, it was easy for me to call her over and tell her to take the bag.
"Yes, Miss," Kirsten said and quickly took it from the nurse, who grinned, clearly understanding our relationship now and the power dynamics within it.
"Thank you, Kirsten," the nurse said. "Your wife has instructions. Make sure you take good care of her."
"I always do," Kirsten smiled, embarrassed about what I might have shared, but happy.
