When "MissSatin" offered to train her husband in a week, she took her up on heroffer to have her husband spend a week in an extended training sessionw...th a couple of other prospective sissies.Last week end was when the session started. Walt got up as usual andcasually dressed in jeans and a shirt. They were told he did not need topack anything as everything would be provided. They had a leisurelydrive up, stopping for brunch on the way. Around noon they arrived at abig Victorian house on a. It had a shape like a small dick, with a head slightly bigger than the immediately following circumference. I knew this, of course, because the little head popped inside and the object, whatever it was, stopped there.She rolled me back over and began again to work her magic in my girly garden – hmmm, I guess that was no longer an appropriate euphemism, as there was no longer any vegetation in my "garden." Still, her tongue again captured the little boat and its captain, the buzzing vibration. I pointed out the fact that i saw his bulge, and he asked if i liked it, in a joking matter. I was scared for a second, surprised and in awe. I told him he had a big dick. He looked at me, smiled, and started pulling down his shorts. I watched, waiting to see what happened next. I noticed he was wearing briefs, and as he pulled his shorts further down, his cock was coming more in to my sights. Shorts down, his cock sprung out from under, glistening in the sunlight from my window. I stared for a. In the fantasy world of our early relationship, we delved into this lifestyle with every intent on making it real once we met in the flesh. God, my anticipation was palpable as the day we would meet grew near. I was convinced that this dream of bonds and chains; of pouts and presents, would become as real as I knew our love to be. In this belief, we made our vows, sharing our love with several friends in a collaring ceremony carried out on the site. It was something so public I could hardly.