Female led relationships discussion

In earlier discussions, I’ve outlined my path and how Divine Goddess Tigger has truly started to “master the basics” (pun intended) of Mistresshood. She’s evolving from the woman I once took for granted and used for MY personal pleasure over our many years together into a Dominant “Take NO shit” Lady in charge. As mentioned before, my 64th birthday was indeed a huge milestone for US!!

Chapter 2 left me freshly freed from my rope restraints after experiencing the FIRST time EVER being penetrated anally and tasting & swallowing male cum. I reckon I should feel lucky that it was MY cum, not another man’s! Tigger mentioned this while unlocking me!

When I rose from the bed, I looked like a complete mess. The cum She didn’t feed me flowed down my front around my cock & (aching) balls, and my poor, stretched, sore, & torn rectum was leaking a steady stream of blood.

“Clean yourself in the shower.” Tigger commanded. “You’re DISGUSTING!” I took a long shower, but every time I tried washing my backside clean, it bled more. I started crying again and shouted to Tigger: “Mama, I’m really hurt here! The bleeding WON’T STOP! What am I supposed TO DO??”

“Hold this towel tightly against your butt for a while & STAY IN THE SHOWER!! I don’t want you dripping blood all over the floor!”

I stood there feeling like it was hours, but the towel just got soaked deeper with blood until finally saturated. I began crying again, partly from pain, but mostly from fear and humiliation. Throughout my life, I’d always been the “fucker”, yet now here I am, the “FUCKEE”!! Standing there bleeding profusely & feeling like some gutter-slut faggot as well! What on EARTH did I get myself into??

Tigs heard me blubbering and entered with one of those maxi-pad feminine menstrual rags and a belt-like device to hold it in place, saying: “Here, fasten this as tight as you can up your ass crack.” I fumbled with it without much success, & She reached in to help secure it. Then She brought out a pair of DePens adult diapers & said: “Put these on over top. You’ll be fine after a bit; now go make us something to eat. I’m FAMISHED!”

Between the pain, the pad wedged up my ass crack, and the diaper, I walked like some frail old man toward the kitchen. Every step brought agony to my body, & if my ego had testicles, this session was the hardest they’d EVER been swatted! Never in my life have I felt such a worthless, violated, & humiliated piece of shit. But it was about to get WORSE!!

Before finishing cooking, I started feeling blood slowly trickling down my leg. I screamed out to Tigger: “Mama, I’ve got a REAL PROBLEM here!! Please, Baby, you MUST HELP ME!!” I was sobbing again when She asked: “What’s wrong, Darling?”

“I’m FUCKIN’ BLEEDING TA DEATH! Call 911!!”

“Stop acting like a wussy, ya little faggot! I used to go through this every 28 days, so just CHANGE the FUCKIN’ PAD! And don’t forget the diaper!”

“Can you bring them things?” I pleaded.

“OK. I’ll see what I can find. Oh-Oh, looks like ya might be fucked up further. I have more diapers, but that’s my last pad. I haven’t used them in a while since going through “the change” & stopping my period.”

“What should I do?”

“Looks like you’ll need to make a trip to Wal-Mart.” If ya stuff some paper towels up your crack, ya should manage there and back OK.”

“But Honey, it’s CHRISTMAS FUCKIN’ DAY!! Wal-Mart won’t be open!”

“I’ve got an idea. I’ll call Jodi next door. She probably has some we can borrow!”

“Will you go get ‘em for me, Mama? Pullleeeze, Pretty pulleeze?”

“Nope. YOU wanted to feel what it’s like being ME, so welcome to my world!! Get ‘em yourself!”

Tigger picked up the phone, & I hobbled painfully next door and rang the bell. Jodi answered: “Hi there, neighbor, how can I help YOU on this beautiful Christmas evening?”

“Well, I guess my Wife called, & She’d like to borrow some of your, err, girly items,” I said as my cheeks turned red.

“Oh, you mean THESE?” Jodi giggled holding out the box.

“I suppose so.” I replied.

“What do you need them for? Isn’t your wife kinda “past” that time?”

“It’s complicated,” I mumbled starting to escape. “Thanks, thanks a lot.”

“No problem. I’m sure Tigger will come over & “fill me in” when She gets the chance. You know how we both like to chat about our “juicy tid-bits” whenever we have time together! By the way, did you ENJOY your BIRTHDAY PRESENT??”

I heard Jodi giggling as I made my way back home. If I thought I was embarrassed & humiliated before, that was NOTHING compared to what I felt then. Was my faithful Tigger doing something INTIMATE with Jodi?? Did She actually TELL Jodi about the plan for me on my birthday?? How many OTHERS knew about the “turnabout” in power between Tigger & me? This felt worse than when a friend’s sister caught me masturbating and told all the other girls at school “back in the day”!! What on EARTH had happened to my life???

When I finally dragged my totally defeated self home, I asked Tigger: “Honey, I just GOTTA KNOW, is there something “going on” between You & Jodi? Really, Babe, it’s fuckin’ with my head! It’s been just You & me all these years, right Mama?? Nobody else, right Mama???”

Tigger gave me that “Mona Lisa” smile & said: “I don’t kiss & tell, Sweetheart!” To be continued**** In the next thread, I’ll explore how my mind is reacting (& coping, maybe?) with all this. Later; Pooh