Somehow, while still mutually pleasurable all these years later, it was also very comfortable. It was certainly a routine, but I never thought of it a... a rut.So despite our experiments in bringing pleasure to each other throughout our marriage, I had never heard of snowballing, at least not the definition my wife shared with me that night. It was not to be the only thing she would share with me that night, and every time since.Snowballing, my beautiful wife explained to me while my erection. "Are you ready to fuck me?” she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she began to pull out. I could feel the fake veins as they pulled across my sore hole. It was both painful and delicious. She slowly pulled out until only the head was inside, and then began to slowly push back into me. On the next few strokes, the pain was subsiding and it was actually beginning to feel good having a giant cock in my ass.She picked up a rhythm and turned the control on the remote. The vibrations were low and it. .." Well, if you can't remember you must be cured. Ten minutes missy,then breakfast." She leaves. She clearly had my number. Thing is, ifthis is someone elses life I'm stumbling into, the least I can do ittry and act the part, I have no right to cause a disturbance in otherslives. Easier said that done though, yesterday when I was 3; all I hadto do was be there and not say anything overly intelligent, nowhowever I had a personality to portray, guess I'd have to play it byear. I turn to the pile. Sissy…entry after his second session… 2 hours later and i now realize you are even more cruel and wicked then i realized during the first session. Reflecting on the session i realize that you did truly treat me as a menial sissy object and nothing more. The entire time there i did nothing but menial chores in my itchy sissy outfit. Mistress did not pay the slightest attention to me other than to give me orders. i experienced no enjoyment of any kind, no sexual release; in fact Mistress saw to.