Fernsehturm

 

Owner 2 in front of the  Fernsehturm ;-)

The time had come and it had been a while since I had been on the streets as Lola.

So my best outfit, all in black leather. Skirt with a tight leather jacket on top. Nothing more than suspender with stockings and my calf boots with high heels. Neatly made up and wig half-length hair and big earrings.

After inspection and some correction from owner 2 we got into the car and headed towards the Fernsehturm. The tower is located at  Alexanderplatz in former East Berlin .

At the tower I had to get out and walk around and wait for owner 2. There are always tourists at this place and then you suddenly stand there. I just walked around a bit and I saw quite a few looks that secretly looked at me. What struck me most is that men look secretly and women much more openly.

I wasn't completely at ease and I felt like it took quite a while for owner 2 to arrive. 

Now I'm quite a head taller than owner 2, but she grabbed my arm so we walked around arm in arm. 

Owner had another surprise, a visit to the observation deck of the tower. I entered the elevator with slightly shaking knees. Not that I'm afraid of heights, but more that I can't hide there. Looked for a spot upstairs and enjoyed the view. I also had to get a drink and despite the fact that it is very clear that I am a man, no comments at all.  But also secret glances from men. I think many men would like their partner to look like me ;-)

Received a lot of compliments from owner 2 and she promised that I would get a reward at home. 

Went downstairs and waited there again until the owner had picked up the car. After which we drove to owner 2's house. 

The tension came out in the car. Was shaking and even felt tears.

Back from gone

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Condom Filling

UPDATE!!! 

A lot has changed and I am very happy. I will come back to it, but at the moment I am waiting for an order for condoms and a magic wand. I am addicted to used condoms, but my owners don't want me to actively look for them. Because they are concerned it is not very safe. To indulge my addiction, the owner 2 allows me to fill condoms myself and save them for a later time. I don't know exactly what the intention is, so I'll have to wait and see what she plans to do with it. I can't wait, be exciting and HORNY... 

To be continued.....

Reinigungstag und Strap-on-Dildo

  

Dildo

Cleaning day and strap-on dildo

It worked out that my cleaning day was on Sunday. It's quite special mainly because my wife is completely at peace with this. She allows her sister to use me. I love my wife and will do anything for her. But back to Sunday, I got up early, first made breakfast in bed for my wife, and then did my preparations. Everything was thoroughly rinsed and a large butplug was immediately installed. Dressed up like Lola, I did my make-up (it's getting better and better because, together with deep dildo blowjobs, make-up is a daily workout). I had just finished when I heard my sister-in-law coming. So quickly remove the butplug. I notice that my sissy pussy is becoming more and more flexible and lose. And hopefully soon I can actually get fisted...

And as the assignment is, skirt up, legs wide and my buttocks spread so she can get a good look at my sissy pussy. I was so horny that I was already leaking. But she walked right past me straight to my wife's bedroom. After 10 minutes she came down with a large strapon in here hand and orderd me to go with her. It is now really light in the morning and sitting in the car is super exciting because you never know who will be standing next to you. In any case, I try not to make eye contact and look straight ahead. The neighbors could see me now too. But I think when they see me they have no idea this is me. In the car I am so horny that my clit comes out from under my skirt,  I don't get a comment about it. I can hardly keep myself from touching my sissy clit. I just want to cum and drink piss, I'm just completely horny, horny, horny....

The slut couldn't wait for cleaning!!!!

Alter Ego

 

Who am I?

If you read this blog you might think, what kind of strange guy is this? But I'm not that strange. I have an alter ego and these two egos are intertwined. Then I am Lola the slut and then I am Herman again. But as Herman, Lola is always present in the background. And certainly to the outside world I am Herman. My wife and I do a lot together, but I also have friends and hobbies of my own. If we can, we eat out at least once a week and we follow Trip Advisor and eat at different restaurants, lately my sister-in-law has also been coming along. The counter now stands at 182😀

I also exercise every other day and run. I am also a sports shooter. Now it is true that my alter ego is always present. I think about that in everything I do. Or when I wear lingerie under my normal clothes. I also think about it constantly at work. Lola is always present. 

It has become stronger lately now that my sister-in-law is also part of this. She is much stricter and has a dominant appearance. She only has to look at me and I can feel it going through my whole body. It also feels liberating because this has been approved by my wife and owner. The rule is still when I see my sister-in-law I immediately have to show her my sissy pussy. If that is not possible because we are in company, then her glance is sufficient and I nod as a sign that I still know what is expected of me. So all in all, our triangle relationship is quite normal, perhaps strange...

Geschäft

 

It's been a while, but I had to buy lingerie as an assignment, physically in a store where I also had to make it clear that it was for myself. After much hesitation and searching, I found a store and went inside. On my list was a black slip dress, slip and stockings, possibly with a suspender. Once inside, there were 2 other customers, the saleswoman came to me and asked can I help you. Yes, a slip, stockings and suspenders. And she asked what is the size of your partner, I assume it is for your partner.

I looked at her in a woman in her 40s and thought what the heck, no, it's for myself. The answer was surprising, how special, but I am happy to help you. And she did that, she even measured my chest size and after half an hour I was outside. I have no idea what she thought of me, but that doesn't matter because she really helped me.

Once at home I was allowed to  show it to my wife. I was so excited about this adventure and my wife noticed that too. She was very sweet to me, I was allowed to jerk off myself but I couldn't come...

Fickloch-Inspektion

 I have been offline for a while and that is because stricter rules have been introduced.

So the tattoo was postponed... And I had to buy lingerie. Physically in a store where I had to tell them that it was for myself. More about that later.

I am also only allowed to treat my wife with a strap-on dildo (this is considerably larger than my sissy clit). I can treat her orally and I can also deeply tongue her lovely anus. I'm not allowed to cum and it's been 3 weeks now. I sometimes wear a penis cage, but most of the time I don't.

The strict rules have been set and apply especially when cleaning my sister-in-law's house. I was way too bold. I am no longer allowed to look and speak to her. But the biggest rule is that as soon as she is in the same room or I come into a room where she is. I have to lie directly on my stomach with my ass open, legs wide and spread my buttocks with my hands. So I have to show my sissy pussy. Until she is gone or she says move on. The only time where it is not is lunch. I can just sit there.

Monday is my cleaning day at home, nothing has changed. Still in front of the camera and collecting piss. When I'm done I have to wait for her. But so far I'm not allowed to do anything with the piss. I have to sleep separately in my lola out fit.

The next day I am Herman again.

When my sister-in-law comes to visit I have to change clothes (nylons high heels) and as soon as I am in the same room I have to show my sissy pussy on my stomach.

I really feel like a WHORE at those moments...