Telling a Friend

The man i talk most to is Mr A. He's a work friend. We share time together when we smoke. Once an hour.
We have smoked weed together too. And he has taken me to a shisha bar with a lady collegue from work.
He is a nice gentle man. Of pakistani origin and a muslim. How would he see me if he knew what i was like, given that we can never tell a person's heart until they are confronted by their perceived bigotries?
Could i tell him i was a sissy? Possibly bi? Would that have been less cowardly than what i finally did say?

Today we were standing in the sun outside smoking the filtered cigarettes i had rolled for each of us. He has just come back from week working abroad and was delighting in telling me about it. Out of the blue i asked him if he knew my Wife was a professional dominatrix.

He coughed on some smoke, but not enough to appear impolite. I imagine he may have been shocked. I told him She dresses sissies. Spanks them etc. I said how She had taken to it. And was thinking of rented a flat. I told him about jean and Master S and the fetish scene we were slowly entering. I told him about next week's client. And the previous ones. But i never told him that i was Mistress' main sissy. That i had shaved legs and that my Wife and daughter are going to paint my toes on Tuesday. Or that i was wearing a girly bracelet under my shirt, and that i had half a days stubble on my legs. And strange feminine smell around me was actually me. I never told him those things. He seemed ok with it. I implored him not to dislike me or Mistress for this.

Does She ever tie you up? He asked as we went back to the office. Yes She does i told him.

I emailed Mistress to tell Her the news and She asked if he was still my friend and what did he say. I told Her i think things will be okay. I hope they are. He might be an angel and it helps to have a few of those on your side.

My idiot male brain

I lost my temper with Mistress.
In bed.
I was horny.
I tried to fumble and poke at Her like some adolescent spotty individual given license to grope his girlfriend for the first time. She lay there motionless whilst i got more frustrated at Her clamped thighs and unwelcoming flesh. Finally i gave in and turned over.
Mistress tried to hug me and i swore at Her. I gave Her a diatribe of insults. She left the bedroom.
I stewed in bed. Convinced i was right. Sex was my right. I determined to wear boxers tomorrow.
Sometime during the night She returned to bed.
This morning She awoke me and for the brief hour that we were alone we exchanged pleasantries.
As usual She had put out a vest and white cotton panties. As usual i put them on.
Something made me put the bracelet on too.
At work for about half hour ( i arrive quite early so i can finish early) and the phone rang.
I had been distraught. I was drafting Mistress an email. Letting Her know i was so sorry. Acting brutishly when i should have known so much better. i should have felt inside that i was behaving horribly towards Her. I wanted to tell Her i loved Her and She didn't deserve such treatment, ever.
It was Mistress on the phone. I hadn't answered Her calls on my mobile. Was I still speaking to Her?
I think i might have swooned if i was not sitting. I told Her. Told Her and poured out my heart and She understood. Like She always does. Because Mistress knows best.

The bracelet

It seems that each day i am being allowed to express further my softer side. Mistress likes me to wear Her silver bracelet at all times. One of our sons questioned me about it yesterday and Mistress and daughter shot him down by telling him that they were going to paint my toenails gold glitter on tuesday.

Jean left me a voicemail yesterday morning, saying could i ask Mistress to phone her ASAP. Mistress phoned her and jean asked if she could pick Mistress and me up for the BBB next month. Mistress said we would meet her there. Then jean said she had spoken to Master S. and he will be meeting us and escorting us which is very kind of him. jean also asked Mistress if She would be kind enough to take jean under Her wing. Mistress said She would have to think about it.

Wendy Ann left Mistress a message. She was terrified the first time she came to see Mistress and we thought that she would not want to come again. But wendy ann (gary) said in his text that he cannot wait to see us both again. yikes!

Mistress txtd him back and said She wasn't available until early September due the school holidays. I bet he will dying to be sissified by then.

Toenails

I have painted my toenails once or twice. Mistress knew obviously. But tonight our daughter asked me why i was wearing mom's bracelet. i just said mom gave it me.

The Mistress said perhaps She and daughter should paint my toenails in that gold glitter polish they saw when shopping.

Omigod