Tuesday Tuilp: Tulip learns to protect himself.

Tulip Fancy

Its the moment of truth for Tulip time (From the POV of Tulip's Wife)

It was something I'd been thinking about for a while. Having Tulip on his knees in front of me fitting a condom to my strap-on. I thought it was a gap in his feminine education that needed to be "plugged."

 Seeing him down there with his manicured nailed fingers sliding it down the shaft would be such a turn on. I had noticed a few weeks back that when entering him there wasn't the same level of resistance from his sphincter and I was not getting the same sharp intake of breath and muffled squeal I had when I first claimed him. I thought I could either get a bigger strap on which would keep happening, or give him a rest and let him tighten up again. I did know it was important to me that he felt stretched and couldn't help but vocalize it when I drove into him. I wanted him to feel helpless on the end of my shaft. It made me feel powerful and turbo charged my own orgasm. 

      Something I was very proud of was feeling him back into me and wiggle his little tush when we were spooning at night. I'm not sure if he knew he was doing it but it was definitely an invitation in my mind and a sign he expected me to invade his body and was looking forward to it. That and extinguishing his erection instinct are my biggest accomplishments with him. Kelly's work with his style and appearance have really turned him into a little doll. When I look at him sometimes and he unconsciously does something against all masculine instincts and I think back to what I started with I can't help but feel proud and not a little moisture in my pants.

  After cleaning up the kitchen and hanging up his pinny,  he came into the lounge room and ask me to unbutton the back of his blouse and loosen his stays. He returned from upstairs with his little caddie of nail care paraphernalia, in a nighty and robe. I knew they had bought him some strappy sandals for Sunday's BBQ. Watching him sitting on the floor concentrating on painting his toe nails like it was the most natural thing in the world was turning me on more and more. Before he could start the other foot, I said to come and sit with me for a while.

 He knew it was something serious by the tone of my voice. I said I wanted to talk about his safety. He was aware of the effect he has on men which causes him a great deal of embarrassment when I point it out. I said that now he was traveling and shopping alone that I wanted him to carry protection. Not all men are gentlemen as he knows. He might find himself alone with one of these men in a situation where he can't call for help or fight back. In that case the best option is to beg them to allow you to fit them with a condom to save you from an STD. All colour had now drained from his face and I thought he was going to be ill. I had hold of both of his hands and reassured him that we would practice so he would be ready if need be. I told him to go and get my Girl Maker and the condoms from the bathroom.  

    I was pleased the rest I had given him over the last two or three weeks, really did the trick. I could feel the resistance on the way in and he was in top voice until he came like a girl. The ribbing on the condom could have helped as well. I guided him through putting it on. The smell of his processed hair gently rising to my nostrils as he knelt in front of me was nearly enough to set me off. I cautioned against damaging the condom with his nails or worst still scratching a protentional violent man. I really enjoyed it and he bought into the whole story. I said we would practice every couple of weeks and he would have to work on his begging. He agreed that he should keep a couple of condoms in his makeup purse from now on. He would see them every time he pulled out his compact and know he was safer. 

He never did get to repaint his other foot's toe nails that night....