Wake up bitch…

That’s what she said to me on my only day off last week. I’m a six day a week kind of baker these days and all I wanted to do was sleep.

“Rise and shine baby. I’ve got a busy day planned for us.” She pulled off the covers and handed me a cola and a PBJ&B sandwich (the 2nd ‘B’ is for banana) “You need to wear all girly clothes today, but we will be out in public so dress accordingly.”

She bounced out of the room and I grumbled dark things under my breath. Whining and back talk are no longer permitted in our relationship. She’s quick to point out that this lifestyle was my choice and if I want to continue to be her bitch I need to be obedient. Most days it’s exciting to see her becoming more confident, but last Sunday I was a tired sissy.

I put on black full-cut nylon panties and black sports bra, my girly jeans and a green shirt of ♀’s that I hoped didn’t look to feminine. She was already waiting in the car when I got downstairs. She looked me over then kissed me with freshly glossed lips, looked me over again and said I looked very cute. She wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but handed me the directions she’d copied from Mapquest and appointed me navigator. I knew we were going into Vancouver, but didn’t recognize the address so settled back and enjoyed the ride.

It was Sunday afternoon and we were able to park right here. She put some more lip gloss on both of us and in we went. We’ve been to lots of love shops before and I had no idea why we needed to drive an hour on my only day off to go to this particular store. Yes, it was a very nice store and no, we’d never been there before, but there had to be more of a reason then that.

We wandered around for a while then ♀ walked up to the counter and said to the woman, “I need a butt-plug for my sissy husband.”

Shocked would be an understatement. She has on occasion called me her bitch to close friends and they think she’s just kidding, but she’s never referred to me as a sissy to anyone before. ♀ let this woman show her the entire line of anal toys and carried on a conversation like I wasn’t even there while I tried to disappear behind a rack of fetish gear.

“We have a plug very similar to that one, but he can’t hold it in on his own. He says it’s because of the shape of the plug, but I think it’s because of the shape of his butt muscles. The only way he can hold it in is if he wears the harness I use for the strap-on. I’m looking for something I can make him keep in for extended periods of time.”

The sales person showed her these which of course was the reason ♀ wanted to go to that store in the first place. She held each one and studied them carefully. “Won’t the handle get in the way? He’ll need to be able to sit down.”

“The handle fits between the cheeks of his ass. Once it’s in it’s very comfortable. You might even want to try it yourself. It’ll hold it’s temperature for a long time so you could put it in the fridge for a few hours before using it. If you wanted to try something different.”

♀ handed me the largest one, “What do you think baby, would you like a big chunk of ice cold steel in your ass?”

“Yes”, I mumbled quietly.  I’ve been talking about getting one for months.

“What was that bitch, I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes,” I said a little louder.

She lifted my chin so I was looking her in the eye. “Yes what bitch?”

“Yes Mommy, I would love it you bought me that butt-plug.” I could feel myself blushing and tried hard to ignore the grinning sales clerk.

♀ smiled at me and tweaked my nipple. Then told me to go look around the store while she discussed lubricants with the clerk.

Once we were back in the car with toy and lube, ♀ turned to me and said, “I want you to put your seat all the way back, then pull your pants down, turn around and lean over the seat.”

“What, here? Now?” There wasn’t a lot of traffic, but there was some and we were right in front of the store.

“Yes. Right here. Right now. Turn around and show me that horny little ass of yours.”

I was nervous about being seen and about getting that big chunk of steel inside me. It took her about 10 minutes of stroking my back and ass cheeks and talking softly to me before it popped into place. It was fucking amazing! I couldn’t believe that something that big could be so comfortable. We wandered through Granville Island then drove though Stanley Park. Every once in a while she’d grab my ass and give the handle a little tug.

On the way home she told me to show her my cock. She reached over and started playing with me until I was hard. “Keep it that way bitch. I want to fuck your guts out as soon as we get home.”

I did as I was told and she did as promised and yes it was fanfuckingtastic, but you know what surprised me?  Any other time that I’ve had an orgasm with something in my bottom, I’ve really wanted to remove it as soon as I was done. I did take it out shortly after we’d finished having sex, but not because it was uncomfortable. We’d never used that lube before and the plug had been in for about 5 hours and I was concerned about removing it.

But it was all good and now I want to put it in all the time. However, ♀ has decided that I need her permission to use it no matter what I intend to do afterwards.

As Kermit the Frog once said, “It’s not easy being green.”

Cheers,

sss