tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73081096518663578112024-03-18T15:58:31.478-04:00Such a SissySissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.comBlogger6910125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-12098859284524788562024-01-31T10:58:00.000-05:002024-01-31T10:58:37.712-05:00Open<div style="text-align: left;">My Kaaren wasn’t quite that easy but he was close.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He could handle a few drinks and he preferred single malt scotch, the really expensive ones!</div><div style="text-align: left;">But if that was the price I had to pay to keep the best man I ever knew happy then it was more than worth it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">On my date last Saturday I ordered the drinks for us both, force of habit I guess. Whenever Kaaren and I went out I always ordered for him. After all I was in charge.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Going to a restaurant with my Sweetheart was always such fun. To anyone looking we were just a couple in love whispering to each other. They would have been shocked to hear the things I was telling Kaaren that I would have him do right there if he misbehaved!</div><div style="text-align: left;">He would be squirming in his chair after a while. And let’s not forget that he was always “plugged” too.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My date was very nice, respectful and polite. Nicely dressed and most importantly, had a good sense of humor.</div><div style="text-align: left;">When he drove me home he didn’t make any moves on me. I think he was a little nervous, maybe more than me.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He walked me to my door and asked if he could see me again, he was very cute about it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I started to feel like he was afraid that my daddy would pull the door open and chase him away.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then he gave me a good night kiss. On the cheek.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I felt like a teenager again!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Except when I was a teenager I didn’t have a drawer full of sex toys to finish the night with.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I’m going to see him again and we’ll see how it goes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>It really doesn't take that much.....by the time I finish this cocktail, my legs will be spread and my mouth will be open.....ready for you!!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrYz3vIFEm3YHP1Q28x8c7jpSCIYoj_ZXtlfK3vfdDF02kue3qrTICfNWC0vG9Jsq8iUT1Qj-VS3Qq3zcM8jsNb1oAgbA65aVzXYS6SVa4scQDeTgRmCyLAyJvT-_qWCg08p9vFJLIGUt/s400/bdsmlr-865214-ipRD7nk0bd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrYz3vIFEm3YHP1Q28x8c7jpSCIYoj_ZXtlfK3vfdDF02kue3qrTICfNWC0vG9Jsq8iUT1Qj-VS3Qq3zcM8jsNb1oAgbA65aVzXYS6SVa4scQDeTgRmCyLAyJvT-_qWCg08p9vFJLIGUt/s16000/bdsmlr-865214-ipRD7nk0bd.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-37422331026476628172024-01-29T08:30:00.000-05:002024-01-29T08:30:11.512-05:00Monday ManCandy<div style="text-align: left;">Kaaren was raised as a Catholic boy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">As he used to say the nuns beat the religion out of him.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Times were different and they were allowed to do that to school kids then.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kaaren always thought that they just needed to get laid and it would make them happier.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But he did have some fantasies involving nuns, thankfully he never dressed like one.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Even those who have devoted their lives to serving others need something to get them through the day....</div><div style="text-align: left;">You can't give to others if you're running on empty!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">You need that high energy boost that will see you through the day....</div><div style="text-align: left;">You need that one thing that fills your tummy as it soothes your soul!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">ManCandy!!! 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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-73450113262863953922024-01-21T12:02:00.003-05:002024-01-21T12:02:31.207-05:00Service<div>This was one thing that Kaaren really didn’t enjoy.</div><div>He could spend an entire evening with his face absolutely buried in my ass without any complaints.</div><div>Or any other woman if I gave him permission.</div><div>But he really didn’t like to use his tongue on a man’s ass.</div><div>To be honest, neither do I.</div><div>With another woman I don’t have a problem either.</div><div>Can’t explain it but I was always glad that my date could get this service from Kaaren instead of me.</div><div>It was very humiliating for my Sweetheart and he would whine about having to do it, but he never once said no.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>He's servicing hers so I figured that the very least I could do is service his....<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-11329577463421506852024-01-12T14:02:00.006-05:002024-01-12T14:02:45.119-05:00Deep And Slow<div>Fucking Kaaren was so much fun.</div><div>He was such a girl and never more so than when I was buried inside him.</div><div>He always made the cutest sounds and he was just an absolute slut.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>She enjoys doing this.....fucking me deep and slow.....<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-46921048605677788842024-01-03T20:15:00.002-05:002024-01-03T20:15:33.670-05:00Difference<div>I think one of the things I miss most is putting Kaaren over my knees for a good spanking.</div><div>I found this post and I believe it goes a real insight into my Sweethearts thoughts and feelings.</div><div>He may not have been a man in one sense but he was the man I loved more than any other.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>What's the difference between a real man and me? <br />
A real man sees her legs and immediately thinks of getting between them and fucking her....<br />
I see her legs and immediately wonder how hard she's going to spank me while I'm lying across them....<br />
That's the difference between a real man and me!!!<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-4661735951253014062023-12-30T12:29:00.000-05:002023-12-30T12:29:11.305-05:00Pleasure<div>I don’t know how many times Kaaren said this to me.</div><div>The first few times I didn’t believe him.</div><div>But it soon became clear that he was telling me the truth.</div><div>And what a lovely truth it was! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>It's true.....I get pleasure from giving her pleasure....<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-52373598063476743172023-12-24T13:25:00.000-05:002023-12-24T13:25:00.248-05:00Surprised<div>I know it sounds funny but I loved coming home and finding my Kaaren dressed in something frilly, waiting for me and sometimes my date as well.</div><div>He was so cute.</div><div>I miss that. </div><div>I wish you all a merry Christmas.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>When she opened the door and stepped in she was surprised to find her husband like this!!!! That was her Babydoll nightie!!!! And he was wearing her bra and panties underneath!!! It was obvious that he was enjoying this!!!!!<br />
"What;s the meaning of this....why are you in here dressed like this!!!" she demanded!!<br />
"I didn't expect you home so soon Sweetheart....."<br />
"Obviously not....I thought I was clear....on your knees.....at the door....not in the living room....he'll be here in a few minutes.....so get in position...on your knees with your mouth open....you want my boyfriend to feel welcome don't you?"<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-42034571195690618552023-11-22T18:15:00.000-05:002023-11-22T18:15:19.504-05:00Yes<div>I just thought this was cute.</div><div>Kaaren didn’t have any sisters but he frequently fantasized about this type of scenario.</div><div>I’m not sure if this is how things would have gone i it had been one of my brothers. Just trying to picture it makes me laugh.</div><div>It was different with Kaaren though, he looked absolutely adorable in his bikini.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Yes she had done her brother's hair....<br />
Yes she had done his makeup....<br />
Yes she had dressed him in last years bikini....<br />
But she never expected her boyfriend to pay so much attention to him!!!!!<br />
And she never expected her brother to be such a sissy slut!!!!<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-5223446750839782372023-11-15T19:33:00.000-05:002023-11-15T19:33:02.095-05:00Hump Day<div style="text-align: left;"> Most men who fucked my Sweetheart preferred to take him doggie style.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I always thought it was funny that the man found eye contact more difficult than Kaaren.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I mean Kaaren was on the receiving end after all.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The first few times I had to make him open his eyes and look at the real man who was using him like a sex toy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But after a while Kaaren enjoyed it so much that he loved it any way he could get it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kaaren was a very sexual person.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And I was so glad that he was!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>He really appreciated that you got dressed especially for Hump Day....and he tried to show his appreciation in the best way possible!!!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis5OW8PsCUUg-ZKoxFFSGMWG1vJhkt8zudYI9R0QvVI6VJUC1RJEZTBRppEEGyaGY20jPzI7Df2jHXQlPSpe50XlrWnyQ5L0zS8G-tQh3n9NDxkq4J7yMDm9-G2BpYAXkzCuynG4d0F7GNI2zgRsUtjpOFaeWjwDal8ZeMt1dxUftYAxc4Nu5JqaXlZg=s462" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="462" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis5OW8PsCUUg-ZKoxFFSGMWG1vJhkt8zudYI9R0QvVI6VJUC1RJEZTBRppEEGyaGY20jPzI7Df2jHXQlPSpe50XlrWnyQ5L0zS8G-tQh3n9NDxkq4J7yMDm9-G2BpYAXkzCuynG4d0F7GNI2zgRsUtjpOFaeWjwDal8ZeMt1dxUftYAxc4Nu5JqaXlZg=w400-h225" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-33988027249977676642023-11-10T11:18:00.000-05:002023-11-10T11:18:52.342-05:00Commercials<div>As I’ve noted before, Kaaren had a wicked sense of humor.</div><div>I saw the punchline coming a mile away but I still enjoyed it.</div><div>There were many times that he could make me laugh so hard that I’d have tears streaming down my face.</div><div>That was one of the main reasons I fell in love with him.</div><div>He was always nice and he was so cute and funny that I never considered any other man to share a life with.</div><div>I was more successful in business than he’d been but I think he was better at being happy than anyone else I’ve ever met.</div><div>I can picture him now, kneeling next to me while I read this, with a mischievous little smile while he waited for me to “get it”. </div><div>Of all the myriad things I miss about him, I think that all the laughter is one of the things I miss the most.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Yes I watch the commercials for all the female products and I'm a very, very receptive audience....here's a commercial that I'd love to see...<br />
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"Yes as a Sissy I'm always very concerned with my feminine appearance....my wife expects me to always look my best.....after all you just never know when she'll bring that special man home!!!!"<br />
"I love running it over my lips and feeling it coating them....leaving them so pretty and inviting.....because every Sissy wants her mouth to look inviting...."<br />
"And I love this lipstick too....."<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-73247176725550353982023-11-01T19:24:00.003-04:002023-11-02T03:06:59.729-04:00Grit Your Teeth Sweetheart <div>I’ve seen my Sweetheart taking some pretty hefty men inside him and listened to him beg for more.</div><div>At the same time I still remember the first time I slipped a finger inside him and listened to him groaning that it was too big.</div><div>The first time I used my strap-on, oh my goodness, I’m surprised that the neighbors didn’t call the police.</div><div>He was very loud! Begging me to stop and then begging me for more.</div><div>The secret about Kaaren was that he always wanted more!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"Grit your teeth Sissy....he's only halfway in!!!!"<br />
Halfway!!!!!<br />
Oh my god.....oh my god....oh my god.....<br />
It's so wonderful....when he cums he's going to blow my head off!!!!!<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-77332435084503357402023-10-28T15:06:00.000-04:002023-10-28T15:06:39.476-04:00Fresh Air<div>Yes I did spank him. Sometimes I did it outside in outside in our backyard.</div><div>We had a nice sized property that afforded us some degree of privacy. Not complete privacy but close.</div><div>The one neighbor who had a relatively clear view of our yard was an elderly woman who lived next door.</div><div>Her vision wasn’t too good and her memory was failing but we loved her like a surrogate mom to us both.</div><div>On more than one occasion she asked me who the “young lady” was that she had seen. I told her that ‘she” was our part time housekeeper and she was satisfied with that.</div><div>We were both very surprised and embarrassed one day when we discovered that our neighbor’s granddaughter had moved in and we saw her watching Kaaren get his spanking outside.</div><div>But it turned out alright.</div><div>She was just amused and she told me that she had fun watching.</div><div>I loved when she’d be there and I’d make Kaaren smile and wave to her as he went over my knees.</div><div>It was all so much fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"Come outside Sissy....come outside and get some fresh air....there's nothing I enjoy more than spanking your sissy bottom outside....where we can both get some fresh air!!!!"<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-76996717380730475042023-10-25T22:11:00.000-04:002023-10-25T22:11:00.564-04:00Envy<div>I loved coming home and changing into my comfy jeans and a tee shirt.</div><div>It was so nice to kick off my heels and just relax.</div><div>Kaaren almost never did that. It was all skirts and dresses for him. He loved it and that’s what was most comfortable for him.</div><div>For heaven’s sake he wore his bra to bed sometimes. I never ever did that!</div><div>But he always looked so pretty.</div><div>Even if I looked like a bum.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sometimes I envy her....she looks so cute in her short shorts and sneakers....but then I remember that I get to wear a dress and heels!!!!!<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-57253243268368292112023-10-23T01:20:00.000-04:002023-10-23T01:20:57.461-04:00OMG Kaaren<div>Yes Kaaren had a small one.</div><div>Not microscopic, but small.</div><div>The very first time l gave him a blowjob I could take him all in my mouth without gagging.</div><div>He was embarrassed about it and very easily humiliated because of it.</div><div>I don’t know if it added to his submissive nature or maybe it caused it, who can say,</div><div>But being exposed to a group was almost more than he could take.</div><div>Almost but not quite. </div><div>He cringed at the humiliation but he craved it too.</div><div>As I’ve said before, Kaaren was complicated.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"OMG Kaaren has a dick!!!!"<br />
"No she doesn't....look at it....dicks don't come that small!!!!"<br />
"I guess you're right....I've never seen one that small!!!"<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-72278719236390792352023-10-16T20:04:00.001-04:002023-10-16T20:04:55.050-04:00Monday ManCandy<div style="text-align: left;">I meant to post this one earlier but I had a very busy day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kaaren loved to post these “Mancandy” posts.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My Sweetheart was very,very orally inclined. Even at the beginning he didn’t need much encouragement from me, he was a natural at sucking cock.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It’s funny when I think of it now. I was worried that I might have been pushing him too far, but he didn’t need a push, he just needed permission to do it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sitting across from him while he ate a banana was almost like watching a porn film! Seriously, he did it almost every time I don’t even think he realized he was doing it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He got to live out his fantasy and I got to watch. That had been my fantasy!</div><div style="text-align: left;">We were made for each other.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All the good Moms teach their daughters about taking the benefits of a good breakfast....after all girls are so much smarter than boys!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">But the great Moms teach their boys to be girls and show them what a good breakfast can do for them!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">ManCandy!!! Be all that you can be!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUxzZ6iKPfoceIA0cNJLDg6xXuPL00u9P70uhco3i9ZAr3bNc_9uX4uyiGcXoHe8x6mOEIuRZHnC3W6z0pwoQdIAnu-6HQzb79uZiy94EMc18_YGbx_h14xTEIWdAntRWggvqdA3kqanq/s400/ezgif-2-0700297be75a.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="400" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUxzZ6iKPfoceIA0cNJLDg6xXuPL00u9P70uhco3i9ZAr3bNc_9uX4uyiGcXoHe8x6mOEIuRZHnC3W6z0pwoQdIAnu-6HQzb79uZiy94EMc18_YGbx_h14xTEIWdAntRWggvqdA3kqanq/w400-h305/ezgif-2-0700297be75a.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-6962073168378570292023-10-11T17:04:00.001-04:002023-10-11T17:04:50.933-04:00That Smile<div>For all of her whining Kaaren followed my orders with a smile.</div><div>Sometimes I had to put him over my knees just because of that smile.</div><div>Sometimes putting him over my knees and correcting him until he was in tears made his smiles go away for a short time.</div><div>But they always came back, for both of us.</div><div>He had a very pretty smile.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>That smile....<br />
That smile tells all....<br />
Wearing your cute uniform ....and your satin undies....and waiting for your wonderful wife/mistress to come home and put you over her knee....that's what that smile is all about....it's about living your dreams come true!!!!<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-25985580364344677102023-10-06T14:00:00.000-04:002023-10-06T14:00:33.662-04:00Retirement<div>This is absolutely true, I remember that day very clearly.</div><div>Kaaren was a little uncomfortable because I made him wear his “boy” clothes, after all his was a professional meeting not a date.</div><div>However Kaaren always managed to be a little naughty, I couldn’t help but notice a bit of his lacy chemise peeking out every time he leaned forward.</div><div>And yes, he went over my knee later just as I’m sure he planned all along.</div><div>When I found this post in his drafts folder it was the rare occasion where it was the picture he had included that got to me more than the words.</div><div>Yes,that would have been a wonderful way to spend our retirement together.</div><div>Really would have been wonderful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>She had a financial planner come by the house today to discuss retirement plans and options.....<br />
I was soon lost as the various plans and funds were being tossed around.....municipals bonds and T-bills....I mean really....who knows this stuff?<br />
But I sat quietly and listened as I had been told to do......but in all the talk about planning ahead for retirement there was not a word about the things I was most interested in....<br />
I want to spend the rest of my life at her side....doing all I can to make her happy....that's my retirement plan!!!!<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-69328927958205100442023-09-26T20:00:00.000-04:002023-09-26T20:00:22.036-04:00Not The One<div>This one covered a few of my Kaaren's favorite things.</div><div>Kaaren had a real love of worshiping my feet. It wasn’t something that I enjoyed at first but I grew to love it as I indulged him.</div><div>It also covers his love of the “magic bench” type of fantasy that he shared with his friend and fellow blogger Dee Mentia. He often told me that he wished that there was real magic in the world.</div><div>I wish there was too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Cursed and transformed by that evil bitch ex-girlfriend he ventured out every day to the bench and hoped to find the one.....<br />
The curse said that until he received "true loves kiss" he would remain a woman.....but that evil bitch twisted it and made it into "true loves kiss" on her foot!!!!<br />
She had found lots of guys willing to give it a go....most of the time it just tickled....but sometimes she felt tingles as the more enthusiastic ones took it more seriously!!!<br />
Unfortunately this man obviously wasn't the one....but he'd been trying for forty five minutes and she was surprised to find that she was so excited she was on the edge of cumming.....<br />
"Anything?" he asked.<br />
"Maybe soon Baby!!!" she replied!!!!!<br />
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<br />Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-11116010332507478982023-09-20T19:59:00.009-04:002023-09-20T19:59:51.467-04:00Rewarded<p>This is a true story.</p><p>My Sweetheart didn’t get this treatment very often but I did love to see “her” face when “she” did!</p><p>He asked me to write on his blog often and it was fun with him kneeling and keeping me entertained while I wrote.</p><p>I wish he was here now while I write this </p><p><br /></p><p>Mrs K</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I was rewarded for my good behavior last night....my wife will tell you the rest of the story...</p><div style="text-align: left;">As "Kaaren" said she received an award from me last night. It's almost comical that it means that much to "her".</div><div style="text-align: left;">I got home from work after having an exasperating day dealing with clients that just missed the point. I was annoyed and frustrated and feeling just mean.</div><div style="text-align: left;">When I got in, there was my Sissy, waiting to kiss me.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"She" served me dinner and rubbed my feet.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"She" poured me wine, which I enjoyed, as "she" cleaned the dishes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"She" looked so damned cute!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then I thought about how well my husband treats me, how much of himself he gives to make my life easier. I never have to worry about the basics. He does all the cooking, he does all the household chores, and he is an enthusiastic partner when it comes to my sex life!</div><div style="text-align: left;">He does all of this without any expectation of receiving any pleasure for himself.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And like I said before, "she" looked so damn cute!</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I went to my jewelry box and retrieved the key to his cage. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I had "her" lay down on the bed and I pulled down "her" panties.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Her little clit was nestled tightly in its small cage, the cages have gotten much smaller over the years.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I didn't tell "her" what I had in mind as I unlocked "her".</div><div style="text-align: left;">I took it in my hand and it was smaller than I remembered it being. It was small the first time I saw it, many years ago, but this was smaller than that. Perhaps the caging had done it's work.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was surprised that "she" didn't get hard right away. In fact even as I stroked it with my thumb and forefinger it remained flaccid. I wondered if perhaps I had damaged "her" by caging "her" for so long.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Kaaren" is used to me playing edging games with "her" and "she"must have thought that this was more of the same.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So "she" was surprised when I leaned over and took "her" in my mouth.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was nice, just like it was when we used to do this more frequently.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I could take her entire clit in my mouth without stretching. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I particularly enjoyed the faint scent of perfume rather than the musky odor that so many men have.</div><div style="text-align: left;">She gasped as she felt my tongue, and she was finally getting hard.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And then she shot her load into my mouth, it had taken no time at all. Like always!</div><div style="text-align: left;">"She" still tasted sweet like "she" always did, and I moved up to share "her" reward with "her".</div><div style="text-align: left;">I kissed her until we both swallowed all that there was.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then I got the box of wipes and cleaned "her" off.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then I put the cage back in place.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"She" thanked me, over and over, and I locked the cage in place.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Till next time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs. K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She got to tell the story....I got to find a pic that I could use with it....but I'm in afterglow territory....I still feel aftershocks!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0NZUnJeEeVRd5oPGoIPla5TyVOm4WTllOsfrd1f-SjDNauBHAecwCIR-Hh_K2AHt_wLtDBkwg2uRXir4RFhzAkhcLG-Fs3nn63isBb5N9QOY7LdSWXpMZFwqu4wZswpH7Jnpm3KRsmLa/s300/external-content.duckduckgo.com.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0NZUnJeEeVRd5oPGoIPla5TyVOm4WTllOsfrd1f-SjDNauBHAecwCIR-Hh_K2AHt_wLtDBkwg2uRXir4RFhzAkhcLG-Fs3nn63isBb5N9QOY7LdSWXpMZFwqu4wZswpH7Jnpm3KRsmLa/w400-h300/external-content.duckduckgo.com.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-69016705069427626932023-09-17T13:50:00.000-04:002023-09-17T13:50:00.178-04:00Home Soon<div style="text-align: left;">Kaaren didn’t have much of a family growing up.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A distant mother and an abusive father. One brother who died in his teens.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I’m sure that my Sweetheart dreamed of having a family like this, people who would have cared about him.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He grew up to be so different from his parents that I still find it hard to believe.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He was so nice and loving and warm. Nothing like the people who raised him.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I’ve made myself cry again. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I wish you could have known him as I did.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mother will be home soon so I'd better get back to the house....</div><div style="text-align: left;">She would be very cross with me if she caught me reading one of Father's first editions....and wearing my sisters dress....</div><div style="text-align: left;">After that last time....when she put me over her knees....it was so painful...so embarrassing....so hot!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'll put the book back first...then maybe have something to drink....she would be home very soon!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmx5o8gsFT_VGTa7ab8SCPugeRb8uoCkHfrJ5FY9YEtMV4Cskr00wNdbx5PbMbB2pylZfn4nVYB5Os0x89rlHVCLObqPrFadmqV4ylpg2Bpu6dO-_N9MqM6Bv4NWaGLhUlMyJJyHKhz5K0Orn93gg4ckP4Z2i4xLxSXtKtUsTWxxqfwUvI7LcOljx2iw=s1300" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="868" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmx5o8gsFT_VGTa7ab8SCPugeRb8uoCkHfrJ5FY9YEtMV4Cskr00wNdbx5PbMbB2pylZfn4nVYB5Os0x89rlHVCLObqPrFadmqV4ylpg2Bpu6dO-_N9MqM6Bv4NWaGLhUlMyJJyHKhz5K0Orn93gg4ckP4Z2i4xLxSXtKtUsTWxxqfwUvI7LcOljx2iw=w428-h640" width="428" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Sissy Kaarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07804251566315981133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308109651866357811.post-22730903523026404622023-09-11T17:38:00.000-04:002023-09-11T17:38:03.963-04:00Monday ManCandy<div style="text-align: left;">I had hoped to share this wonderful treat with my sweetheart till we were old and gray but maybe he’d had enough for a lifetime.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Although I really doubt it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes....even after all these years...it's still the breakfast of choice....you've both gotten so used to it that you would never give it up.....let the others have their oatmeal....it doesn't compare to the breakfast treat you've enjoyed all your life!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">ManCandy!!!! 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You've transformed me into a woman already!!!! Isn't that enough!!!! Take me...use me however you want but please god no more!!!!"<br />
"Just let me play one more for you...it's a little hit by Justin Bieber that all females enjoy.....once you're singing along I'll know you're change is complete!!!"<br />
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