=dear diary=

—first thing i did this morning was give Daddy a big wet sloppy Valentines Day blow job—and he gave me a rich nutritious protein shake in return—important nutrition for a sissygirl, specially one who's a vegetarian!

Gosh, he was soooo big! My little sissyclit is nothing compared to his gigantic straining cock—if anything my thingie just seems to get tinier & tinier, limper & limper all the time (the effect of the hormones that have all but castrated me by now)—i licked his heavy balls for a while just like he likes me to do and then teased the tip of my tongue up and down his muscled shaft. i didn't tease too-too long, though, because i could tell Daddy was in real need to unload. 

i scooted up a bit onto my knees, pulled my hair out of the way, & slowly fed that big monster cock between my soft sissyslut lips. Daddy was really gaggig me with that cock this morning; he was even bigger, thicker, and longer than usual! He looped his fingers in my slave collar to dictate the rhythm he preferred and i followed his lead (as always). i was moaning & squirming & wetting my panties as he yanked at my collar—i felt totally owned & so turned on having daddy's cock in my mouth & his hand on my collar—i am so completely & utterly a sissygirl at those moments that i can never ever forget it. 


It wasn't too long before Daddy began to cum. i knew i'd have to swallow quickly but still there was so much cum it actually started coming up out of my nose—like foam on a soda!—it felt like i was choking on cum--but there was no way for me to pull my head away even if i wanted to—which i didn't!—cause daddy now had a tight grip on my collar & was forcing my slutty face into his crotch, his convulsing cock fucking my pouty mouth, driving his seed down my throat. "I don't care if I break your neck you slutty bitch," i imagined Daddy thinking as he came, "you're going to take this load to the last fucking drop."




When I sat back on my heels, my hair was in disarray, my mouth was smeared with cum, & i was sniffling. "Thank you,   Daddy," i said, as i've been trained to say, each time Daddy honors me by fucking my face. "You're welcome baby," he said. "Happy Valentine's Day.""Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy!"




My little sissyclit was swollen and wet and needing to make a cummy but Daddy mustn't have thought it was my time yet (or he was hungry for breakfast or maybe both)—which is a delicious torture for me—often not cumming is as pleasurable as cumming—Daddy doesn't understand that—real men never do—for them sexual frustration just makes them, well, frustrated & cranky & sometimes angry & even violent. But for sissies like me, it just makes us..well, more sissyish. 




So instead of me getting to make a sissycummy i hopped off the bed, put on my fluffy pink slippers, & went downstairs to fix Daddy a Valentine's Day breakfast. As i stood there at the stove frying his scrapple in my satin pjs with a wet spot on the front of my lacy panties, i thought to myself that i must be the luckiest Valentine's Day sissy in the whole world!