Our latest blog entries might have conveyed that our relationship and especially our sexual relationship turned to one where the aspect of BD/SM gained the upper hand. As far as we like to play it tough once in awhile, the impression is true. Hardly any other constellation ever makes us so hot and makes us come so hard and makes us want more of the same. At the same time, the impression is wrong, since our most pleasurable games are still the ones we explored and learned to love and develop during our first holiday as a couple back in 2002.

With little melancholy we always will reminisce about those wild nights in the tropical climate of Indonesian when my lover's kinkiness got the better of him and carried me along with him in wild and unknown waters. We never remained unaffected by those sweet memories, and therefore agreed to start a more or less regular abbreviated version of some of our past adventures. The idea of our "Kinky Saturday's" was born.

Now that our kids weren't little anymore and didn't need our attention 24 hours a day, we made sure to have the house for ourselves at least for one weekend in a month, the more the marrier. This way we weren't limited to our 'secret dungeon' and could use all facilities and rooms we wanted and needed, and secondly we could be sure to stay undisturbed from Saturday afternoon till at least Sunday afternoon. Until today we treasure and enjoy our "Kinky Saturday's", and we don't intend to abandon our new found liberties.

At the beginning we haven't been quite sure how to celebrate the "Kinky Saturday's". It's probably the same dilemma every couple undergoes, when the kids start to leave the household and therefore leave their parents quasi to their own devices. Fortunately, we were able to have recourse to a fairly unlimited amount of common memories, although our relationship only lasted for 6 years until then. Thus, our first idea arose naturally, to select a special theme and try to make the most of it. Later, we just took "Kinky Saturday's" as they come and let ourselves go with the flow. Both concepts worked surprisingly well, it even happened that we retreated to our bed and didn't leave it until Monday morning without any kinkiness at all.

Forced Feminization

It was my turn to select a motto for our first attempt of a "Kinky Saturday". After we had the house for ourselves, I informed my lover that I intended him to be his queen's maid for a period of 24 hours. His gleaming eyes told the whole story: my idea of Forced Feminization appeared not that simple as I had hoped. How to force your soul mate, when he's all too willing?

After I had transformed him into a perfect sissy maid with flimsy apricot-colored lingerie, garter belt, stockings and frilly clothes, a beautiful wig and the whole gear a maid is supposed to carry, I tried my first step of making the task a little more uncomfortable or even embarrassing for her: I ordered her to wear her thigh high ballet boots while she carried out her duties. Her reaction was not what I expected. Although I suspected her to have a major hard on already, her frilly dress seemed to bulge even more at this prospect. Since a sissy maid isn't supposed to show any horniness, I ordered her to encase her cock into a rubber sheath which I laced as strictly as possible and fastened between her thighs.

From this moment on my existence as his queen started to please me. I let her do her last chores in our house while I retreated to our living room and let her pamper me as her queen. I enjoyed watching her teetering in her ballet boots and her cock being rubbed between her thighs, although I had to admit that she managed her role as my maid almost to perfection. Being generous I informed her that I didn't intend to punish her for any fraction, since I wished this first "Kinky Saturday" to become a blast and an elating experience for future events.

As my next step I asked my sissy maid - I pronounced this as kind of a provocation, however I only saw sparkling eyes, she obviously enjoyed our game as much as I did! - ok, I asked her to give me a tender massage, starting with my shoulders. And a massage I received! Not only were I left with not one single tensed muscle, but I went through a couple of lovely climaxes as well. As my reward I hugged her and caressed her and kissed her with all my love in a quite inappropriate way - after all I infringed my role as her queen. But I wasn't the only one who lost control: my sissy maid tensed and obviously got off by our role play. Fortunately she only filled her cock sheath, which permitted my next attempt to make her my sexual victim. I ordered her to unsheath her cock and eat up all her cum. I should have known better: she did it with glee and licked and slurped to our hearts' content until the sheath was sparkling clean and I could fasten her cock where it belongs.

Could I do better? As her queen I assumed my position on my throne and told her I didn't intend to get up whatever might happen. At this very moment I felt my bladder almost bursting and told her so. What would she do to solve this dilemma? Would she try to carry me to the bathroom and help me to do my business? Even before I was able to formulate the alternative, she as my loyal maid knelt down in front of me and latched her lips at my cunt (my thong was long gone while I had my massage). Never the one to turn down a perfect service, I let loose and filled her mouth with my piss. For many minutes I tried to control the flow not to let any drop go to waste, until I finally felt relieved and praised my maid for her service as my human toilet. Again I only could discover sparkling eyes. This game seemed to become a highlight of our love lives.

When I suggested we retreated to our bedroom, my sissy maid produced her masterpiece. Still wearing her ballet boots and - as I suspected - with a cock straining to gain its freedom after long hours of sexual teasing, she carried her queen up the stairs step by step. Although I sometimes feared for our lives, we reached our bedroom unharmed and ready to play more nasty games.

As her queen I thought it only appropriate to have my maid at my feet all night long, only I dressed in transparent rubber panties that had a likewise transparent rubber mask integrated, ready for my loyal and horny sissy maid to slip over her head. For hours on end I enjoyed her tongue at my cunt and clit and fed her my love juices and my piss. Finally I released her from her task, and now I was the one to provide my maid with her reward. She was trembling from exhaustion and horniness and filled my mouthcunt with her cum twice in a row. Divine, as only a queen deserves.

We got up very late and only had little time left to play some more games, and I really wondered if I should make my lover into my sissy forever. However, I discarded this fantasy immediately, facing and fearing the consequences such a dramatic change would mean for our relationship. I so much like our relationship being a vivid one that provided endless possibilities of roles and features, instead of freezing it in certain patterns. None-the-less, I had to admit, my lover played his role as my sissy maid to perfection, under severe conditions as I had laid them out. I didn't know if I could follow suit, when he exposed his plans for me and for our next "Kinky Saturday".