I was at a small coffee shop by the river with Melissa when the conversation strayed away from nail varnish colours and fashion trends and onto Richard. I explained how he had offered for me to move in with him and rent out my house. I explained that I didn't think this was a good idea and after a raging row with lots of swearing on both our parts we split. I was so mad at him for giving me one days notice of a six week business trip to Australia. It was almost an aside as he just explained he had to go away. I just did not believe he only knew recently he must have seen this on the horizon but didn't think I was worth telling. I slapped him hard and told him to get lost and it was over. He rang me the next day but I ignored him. We were always very fiery in our relationship and it was something that he loved about me. This was too upsetting, I couldn't trust him if he tells me about a major trip with such short notice.
The next day he was at my door with some red roses and I invited him in. He was so apologetic and sweet that I melted and we ended up in bed. Richard is so sexy with a body that is manly and strong. After a sweaty time of him licking me and kissing my breasts and my neck and fucking me so hard we both went and had a shower together. Over coffee in the kitchen we talked about his trip and why he hadn't told me and how he acts whenever I am upset. I have a fiery personality and don't usually take any crap from men. Richard thought we could go on as friends with added bonuses without any commitment.
That was how we finally parted company with me telling him to go and not come back. I felt awful and cheap and a far too easy a lay.
Melissa understood and we made plans to meet the next week for chat and coffee.
That was six months ago and I haven't seen Richard or spoken to him. James, my darling sissy husband has been particularly attentive since Richard went. I think he hopes he can replace him in my affections. The problem for me is that I think of him as my sissy slave who does as he is told and runs the house and does his chores and that is it. It is true that I love it when he kisses and licks my pussy and when we kiss it is so nice. However, he is locked in his chastity and I am very strict about letting him out. When we were first married I let him out every month on the first Monday but that slipped and it became whenever I remembered. It has always been a strict rule that he must not ask to be released. He has to wait and not nag me or hint at it. It is a privilege for him and I know he enjoys it but I really cannot be bothered with watching all the grunting and effort and then the sticky mess. What usually happens is that I remember it is three months since his release and I tell him to come into the kitchen and I tell him he has been a good boy and he can have fifteen minutes without the CB500 chastity device. I then unlock him and he makes his stickies at my feet. If I am going out I may let him do it in the utility room whilst I am upstairs taking a shower and fixing my make-up. I then go downstairs and lock him up for another three months. If he is sensible he will thank me and go and prepare supper without a word. I have considered castration to solve the problem but I think it may be a bit too much for him.
I have been thinking about not bothering with men for a while and concentrating on my job. It is stressful being a teacher in a private school these days. I love teaching mathematics to eager young minds. They are well behaved girls in a girls only school. At home James does his chores and goes food shopping quite efficiently and when I get home I let him kiss and sniff my sweaty feet. They get so hot in my heels all day and it is bliss to have them soothed by my sissy man. I eat my supper alone as James is not allowed at the dining room table. He eats his supper in the kitchen. If I am feeling kind I may allow him to come and kneel by my feet whilst I have a coffee after having eaten. This is a massive deal for him as he spends time with me. This is a time for us to talk. I tell him of any plans I have, such as holiday ideas, and I let him contribute to the conversation. I take his ideas into account but I make the final decision. Last week he took the opportunity of suggesting it might be time to replace the washing machine as it was getting a bit old and slow. I told him to do some research on line and give me three choices and say why he thinks they are a good bet and we will discuss it next week. Sometimes he discusses the buying of cheaper things and asks for my permission to get a different washing up liquid or to renew the bathroom towels. He must never just buy stuff like that because he needs my permission. James is so sweet but he can be lazy and I have to make sure he does all his weekly chores. For example, last month he tidied my skirt and dress closet so that all the same colour or similar were together. He told me so excitedly but I was marking some homework and didn't have time but he whined so much I went up with him to see what he had done. It looked nice and neat and so I said well done and went back downstairs. He was in such a sulk because I hadn't praised him from the rooftops I had to slap him hard to get him to behave nicely. He quickly got in line and was perfectly cute for the rest of the evening.
I met Troy at a friend's house party in the country. She is an old friend from uni that I have kept in touch with. Her name is Rachel and she is Headteacher of a rural primary school. We often chat on the phone about issues around teaching and school life. I had left James at home to do some housework and to finish some lines I had given him. I got into the habit last year of punishing James by giving him 1000 lines to be completed in a certain time. This time he had given me some backchat over some trivial issue and I got him to write "I must not answer Caroline back in a a smart arse way when she gives me instructions." He knew he was in big trouble because I slapped his face really hard three times before setting him the task of lines.
