I guess I should have been doing some updates here. It looks like this might be a long post. So, some time ago my Grumpy asked for a sissy name. I told him I would give him one when I decided on one that fit him. Not a full week went by and I woke one morning from a dream. The only thing I could recall from the dream is that I called him Angelina so thats the name now. I might change it later, but this one works for the time being.
Angelina is managing the new rules quite well and I think it might be time to add a few more. I have nothing really specific in mind just yet. I almost never have to use the paddle and there have only been a few times when it was for the same thing more than once. The intention of ‘house rules’ are to maintain sissy head space and behavior modification. Neither of which have been an issue for the most part but I think its good to give him something to work on.
“Sissy Bath” is a thing now. I don’t shower, I take baths. This is a pretty sacred thing for me. A long soak in a hot bubble bath is how I process my day. Angelina had given that a try a few years ago and simply didn’t care for it. He’s seen the light! Taking a glass of wine to the bath and reading is something I believe he now looks forward to doing. He is struggling a bit with the fact that the bath is sacred and whoever is not in the bath is obligated to get whoever is in the bath everything they need. That means when he runs out of wine , I fill it. He says that feels weird, my serving him. He will get over it though. The. Bath. Is. Sacred.
There has been a bit of a transition in wardrobe as well. A few weeks ago I took him out with the intention of buying him a pretty dress. Most of his clothes are either sexy or slutty. I wanted him to have some pretty things. The plan was to get him a pretty new dress then have a ‘pretty party’ Sadly, Autumn isn’t the best time of year to find dresses, much less pretty ones. We ended up spending a bit more than planned but we did find him some pretty things. About a month ago we went out and got him his own make up as well and he is getting really good with it.
While this might not seem related on the surface, its most certainly effected my mindset. We had to say goodbye to one of our senior dogs a few weeks ago. You can see on the logs of his assignment that all the extra T&D came to a stop. Prior to that, I had been initiating a lot. Its now occurred to me that I don’t believe I ever told him that my grieving is what caused that sudden stop. I think sad is the only emotion I can have where my face does not betray me so he wouldn’t have seen it. I try not to talk about her at all because I don’t want to remind him, I know its been very hard for him too. I am finding it difficult to play with grief right under the surface. I am sure he has felt my ‘phoning it in’ and I expect that has a fair bit to do with what transpired last night and the reason I started this post to begin with.
So the night before last, I went to be early and left Angelina unattended and he proceeded to drink more than he should have. The resulting hangover made work especially difficult so while I was out yesterday I got him some candles and a bath bomb for his sissy bath and laid out a nice comfy , yet pretty dress. I refilled his wine , to which he stated that was still weird and reminded him that the bath is sacred and left him to continue reading what I assume were sissy stories. We made and over ate dinner and proceeded to hang out on the couch. He was especially snuggly and really feeling sissy and if I am entirely honest, I was feeling a bit daunted by it. I was uncomfortably full and really just wanted to chill. If you’ve read some of my other posts, you know that he and I typically communicate very well. Last night, not so much.
He asked me if I would teach him to kiss like a girl. Already feeling a little daunted, I jokingly said “Nope, can’t be done” since I so rarely crack jokes, he didn’t get right off that I was joking and I saw the disappointment on his face. I clarified for him. A few minutes later he got even more snuggly and started making the sissy whine. I typically find that to be cute and it was until he kissed me. He was clearly making an effort to kiss like a girl and doing a damn fine job of it , I might add. However , I did not enjoy it at all and pretty half heartedly responded. He didn’t catch the hint and kissed me again. This time I pulled back. He asked why and I told him I didn’t like it. His feelings were hurt for sure and he proceeded to sulk and pout and accuse me of rejecting him. I have made the lines very plain here. There are some aspects of sissys that I absolutely cannot stand and will not tolerate. The needy , clingy , emotionally dramatic , passive aggressive brat. He hit every single one of those last night.
About two weeks after we started this, I was at the grocery and picked up a package of sanitary napkins AKA pads. I tried to find the big thick ones like they had back when I still used them. Apparently they’ve figured out how cruel those are and quit making them. So, I grabbed a package brought them home and put them under my bathroom sink to wait. This morning Angelina found one on his desk. He is currently wearing it while at work as I type this. I knew I would need them, I was just hoping it wouldn’t be this soon. Becoming a sissy can be such a mind fuck and I believe I have let him go too far too fast. He has always been rather immersive and when he decides on a path he tends to run , not walk. I have not kept a tight enough reign on him. I think its time to limit his exposure to sissy writings and what not. I have never had to do this with him in the past but I believe he is struggling with the lines between fiction and functionally managing day to day life. I think all of the reading he is doing as well as a few other things are causing him to mind fuck himself. Looks like he is going to get some new and needed house rules after all.
Locks Keys 
