A SISSY OF MY VERY OWN.
As soon as clapped eyes upon my daughter's latest 'conquest,' I knew that THIS was the male whom I'd been looking for ever since the tragic death of my husband, some two years ago now. And possibly before even that, although I never would have betrayed him.
My Jeff had a been thoroughly decent, completely honest and really hard-working husband, our life together had featured many an outstanding 'high,' contrasting with very few 'lows,' which we'd got over very swiftly. A truly happy marriage, unusual these days I admit, tragically cut short, as some idiot unfortunately believed he could still drive having consumed a large number of alcoholic beverages during a company Christmas bash. Finding out that he couldn't, having slaughtered my husband in the meantime.
There was, however, one aspect of life that was beginning to prove problematic though, just showing that not everything was a 'bed of roses' within our, seeming idyllic relationship, sex. Jeff was very much a 'man's man' when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, ironically just how I wanted him at the beginning of our time together. He was highly skilled in between the sheets, strong, manly and passionate, every girl's dream or so it seemed. However, not long before our time together was so dramatically ended, I'd began to fancy being the dominant one in bed, I wanted to take charge and be the one setting the agenda.
I completely accepted Jeff for who he was, never once trying to change him. I married him entirely of my own free will, actually wanting him to be precisely what he was at first, but I'd began to read stories of dominant women on the internet and started to fancy a piece of that sort of action for myself. Although I did manage to suppress those feelings, my Jeff would never play the submissive I knew, and as for the idea of him wearing female lingerie, which by now I quite desired, well there'd be more chance of Accrington Stanley winning the Premier League than that occurring. But then, all of a sudden, he was gone.
A massive loss, as you can all imagine, and quite some time sex, whether in the form of what I believe is called 'femdom,' or otherwise was the very least of my concerns. As well as all the emotional aspects caused by the sudden dis-appearance of a loving spouse, whether we like it or not this world revolves around money, so there was a huge financial issue to resolve too.
Fortunately, matters in this regard soon became settled very much in my favour. Jeff had held a very lucrative life assurance policy, which paid out substantially, hardly surprising as he'd died so young and not by the actions of his own hand. And the very competent solicitor that I engaged, managed to obtain a huge pay-out from the guilty party's insurers. Meaning the mortgage upon the former marital home was redeemed totally, leaving a rather large sum with which I was able to obtain a very generous annuity. With then result being that I don't have to work for a living, and although I do still have a job, it is through choice rather than necessity.
This then, being my position in life the first time that my Joan brought Simon through my door. One look is all it took to see firstly that he was quite effeminate, and that here was a male who almost certainly was just what I was looking for, a male to dominate and control, just like in those stories that had so amused and entertained me.
Although there was one small problem, he had stepped into my home with my daughter's, Joan being the only child resulting out of my relationship with Jeff, hand firmly clasping his.
However, I know my daughter, and in many ways, she takes after her late father, rather than myself. Fiercely independent, although she'd yet to reach her twenty-fifth birthday, she'd, with her good job helping tremendously, moved out of my home and bought her own property, a small two bedroomed house. Just like her dad, she knows how to work hard.
And here's the point, she also follows Jeff's lead in the bedroom stakes too. I was quite amazed just how she'd picked Simon as her new boyfriend, sensing that their relationship wouldn't last too long. Like her dad, she seemed to believe that the man should control the bedroom, and this Simon appeared to have no idea of how to just do that.
So, I resolved to take no action yet, I might have got this wrong after all, but I did seek as much information as I could about this young man, in case I was correct about him. Like where he lived, his job but more importantly his habits, naturally if I did want to contact him on the event of him and Joan splitting up.
An event that happened even quicker that I'd anticipated, because only about three weeks later, as a furious Joan stormed through my door, slamming it HARD after her! Responding to my enquiry as to the whereabouts of Simon, with a terse "don't talk to me about that utter wimp!"
"Why? What's gone so wrong, Darling?" Trying my very best, successfully I might add, to conceal the absolute joy that her revelation had triggered inside of me.
"Did dad ever ask you if he could wear some of your stockings? Because that pansy sure asked me. Can you Adam and Eve it? Bloody stockings, I ask you?" ( English rhyming slang for 'believe.' )
"No, he never did in all the time that we were together, Darling." Secretly feeling completely delighted of course. After all, I WANTED him in stockings myself. But I couldn't tell Joan this.
"Are you sure, Darling? You may have just misheard him, or simply misunderstood."
"There was NO misunderstanding, mum! There I was putting on some myself, and he came straight out with it. 'Can I try some of those, I always fancied finding out just have good my legs would feel in sheer nylon?' What an effing", we'd always hated unnecessary swearing, both Jeff and I, "PERVERT! Anyway, him and I are DONE!"
