From Fantasy to Fruition

I took some photos for last week’s blog wearing nothing but my white thigh high boots right before seeing Mr. T. Sometimes he walks through my door feeling masculine and most other times he likes to take a more feminine, passive role. Lately he has been feeling a lot more masculine but when he walked through my door and saw me in my 8 inch heels, which I surprised him with, the feminine part came out. “OMG I feel so tiny and so small” he exclaimed as I’m towering over him. He wanted me to hold him like a husband holds his wife.

“Let’s take some photos in the mirror” I suggested. He excitedly complied. We took a selfie from the back so that my readers can appreciate the height difference between us.

He held me close and I put his head into my collarbone, holding an awkward pose with my hand to capture the right angle.

After a few sexy shots, I instructed him to lay on the table while I put his legs on top of my legs and teased his cock, edging him with the perfect balance of light and firm touches.

I squeezed the base of his appendage with my right hand while I ran my nails gently underneath the shaft with my left hand, up toward the head of his cock stimulating the frenulum, where the head of the penis meets the shaft, applying a little more pressure and watching his body squirm with pleasure. Once I grasped his cock with my left hand, I used my nails to tickle his balls and move down the perineum and progress toward his bum, teasing the outside of his ass which can be a different kind of please than insertion. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, I could also see his mind reeling, thinking of all the party themes that I can host in the near future.

Mr. T is a man of imagination and fantasy. He needs some sort of image in his mind to stimulate his cock. Seeing naked bodies is not enough to cut it. He needs something more - whether he’s making up a scenario in his mind, role playing or planning a future event which involves making these ideas come to fruition.

He was excited to talk about the couple’s party next weekend. The games that we will play and the teasing required to prolong the pleasure for all parties.

He started listing some ideas

Sex toy party which involves education and exploration - hosting for both men and/or women, depending on the theme.

Pegging parties and role reversal parties where I teach wives to peg their husbands, and where wives have the opportunity to actively take charge of their men.

Cross dressing and sissy lesbian parties where all my sissies have the opportunity to dress up head to toe with wigs, heels, thigh high pantyhose, breasts, make-up and all. No pressure for anything with the opportunity to dress up around people other than themselves and myself exclusively.

Butt plug parties where everyone has to wear a butt plug, focused around games and play time.

Singles, couples, throuples.

Same sex and opposite sex.

Masquerades, costumes, sexploration.

So many thoughts flowing and being shared.

So many fantasies inspiring pleasure to different degrees, moving towards orgasm and withholding sensation to prolong the experience.

Bringing him closer and closer with each stroke slowly.

Each finger running over every part of his penis, balls, perineum, and ass simultaneously.

Feeling like there’s so many hands over Mr. T’s gentiles due to my edging until finally…

He blew his load, cumming for what sees like 5 minutes, riding the wave of ecstasy and pleasure,  like a sine wave, with my continuous strokes at his request. “Don’t stop” he said over and over and so I continued my momentum.

After some time, he tapped out from my stroking. I held my hand on his cock, applying pressure to reassure him that I’m still here and also to squeeze out every small ounce of pleasure he had left.

“So when will these parties happen?” He asked before getting up. Even though he already blew his load, his mind was still horny and curious.

“It will happen all within good time” I replied.