The coffee date - From the diary of Sissy Ineke

“Sissy Ineke’s Coffee Date” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by sissy Ineke.

A week passed before my wife and Mistress Moriah went on a coffee date together. I drove my wife to the place where they had arranged to meet. When I parked the car I got a text from Mistress Moriah, with the following words: “Go and look for a nice red lipstick. Get advice in the shop, and send me photos of your red lips. Only when I say it is the right lipstick may you buy it.” "Oof, exciting," I thought. By now my wife knew what Mistress Moriah had in mind, because they had been in a lot of contact on WhatsApp in the meantime. I regularly heard my wife laughing very loudly during those chats.

On the one hand I thought it was lovely that the two of them, online at least, got on so well. On the other hand, I sometimes found it a bit humiliating. As if they were laughing at me. But well, this was the best solution. I just had to ignore my triggers for a moment, because how wonderful would it be if I could become a fully fledged sissy. If my wishes came true.

Terrace

After wishing me luck, my wife had meanwhile walked to the terrace where Mistress Moriah was already sitting at a table. I saw their exuberant greeting and saw that it was okay in real life too. I let out a sigh of relief. Because now a whole new world could open up for me. With my wife's permission. What an amazing woman I have. I started the car and drove to the shopping area. I was looking for a shop that sold make-up but could also advise me well. Luckily that is easy to find these days with Google Maps. And yes, I knew which shop I had to go to! I parked the car and sighed deeply again. I got out and walked to the shop.

Red lipstick

When I walked in, a lady came straight up to me. “Can I help you, sir?” she asked. I stammered a bit and said, “Yes please, I'm looking for a red lipstick.” Meanwhile I looked at all the make-up and saw several shades of red, or so it felt to me. She picked up a few lipsticks and showed them to me. I blushed and said, “I need to try them.” “On your hand?” asked the shop assistant. “Er, well, er, well, it's for myself,” I stammered. The shop assistant looked at me with a big smile and said, “Oh, yes, that's fine of course. I'll just get a few testers and some tissues. Then we'll try them in a moment.”

She picked up a few tester lipsticks and a box of tissues. And she gestured for me to sit down at the table intended for applying make-up. I sat down. The shop assistant took the first lipstick and applied it to my lips. “What do you think of that?” she asked. By now she had switched to calling me by the informal “you”. She handed me the mirror and I looked.

Lovely colour!

Wow, what a lovely colour. But would Mistress Moriah like it? I took a selfie and sent it to Mistress Moriah. Now I just had to hope she would reply quickly. Luckily she did. “No, Irene. This colour leans too much towards pink. I want you to choose a real deep red, and a well-pigmented one.” I looked at the shop assistant and said, “This colour is too pink, I need a deep red and something well pigmented.” The shop assistant looked at the testers for a moment. “Oh, I see. Then I recommend a Pupa lipstick, they are well pigmented. And you should definitely have this colour.”

Meanwhile I had removed the other lipstick with the tissues. The shop assistant took the deep red lipstick and applied it to my lips. She held a mirror up to me and I looked. Wow, this one was really beautiful. I took a selfie and sent it to Mistress Moriah. Her reply was that this lipstick was great. And she ordered me to buy the lipstick and come straight back to the terrace so that I could join them for a cup of coffee. I paid for the lipstick and thanked the shop assistant warmly. She wished me lots of fun with a big smile.

To the terrace with red lips

I walked back to my car and got a message from Mistress Moriah: “Put the lipstick on right away.” Oof, really? Goodness, that was quite a big deal for me. I texted back, “Yes Mistress, see you soon.” I put on my lipstick and drove back to the terrace where my wife and Mistress Moriah were drinking coffee. Once there, I walked up to them and heard them chatting and laughing busily. On the table I saw a book lying, with an exciting image on it. I greeted both ladies. They both looked up and I saw a smile on both their faces. “Did you succeed, sweetie?” said my wife. I nodded. “Very good, Irene,” said Mistress Moriah. “Order at the bar, another cup of coffee for us, and you may have a cup yourself too.”

With knocking knees I walked to the bar and ordered three cups of coffee. The waiter said he would bring the coffees over. I walked back across the busy terrace to the ladies. I was allowed to sit down and my eye fell on the book again. My wife told me that Mistress Moriah had written a book at the start of discovering her dominance. A book containing fantasies but also her journey of discovery as a Femdom Mistress in the BDSM world. I looked at Mistress Moriah with wide eyes. Because I definitely wanted to read that book. “I'll send you a link later,” Irene.

Locking up the cock

While we finished our coffee, my wife said it was okay for me to meet up with Mistress Moriah. Of course they had discussed that together. “Did you bring your CB, as I asked?” asked Mistress Moriah. And yes, I had. She ordered me to go to the toilet and squeeze my cock into the CB. At her question I secretly felt my cock growing a little. I walked back across the overcrowded terrace to go to the toilet. And there I took the CB out of my trouser pocket and tried to fit my cock into it.

What a fiddly business, with that little lock. But in the end it worked. I put the two little keys in my trouser pocket. And when I was done I walked back, and yes, again across that full terrace with my red lipstick on. I saw both ladies smiling again. “So, is that little cock of yours locked up?” said Mistress Moriah. My wife had to laugh. I said that my cock was in. “Okay, then I would like to receive both keys now,” said Mistress Moriah.

Hand over the keys!

I looked at my wife in surprise. Didn't she want to use my cock any more? Were we not going to fuck any more? I didn't say it out loud, but I thought it. My wife nodded and said, “Yes, go ahead, hand over both keys. I have enough with my subs.” I gave both keys to Mistress Moriah. “Thank you, Irene, tomorrow I'll send you a date for the sissy training,” said Mistress Moriah. My wife stood up, and so did Mistress Moriah. They hugged each other. We'll keep in touch. See you soon, Irene, said Mistress Moriah, and I thanked her warmly.

And Mistress Moriah was gone, I watched her go. She walked to her car, where a man got out to let her get in. Goodness, how exciting. I can't wait. I took my wife's hand, and together we walked to the car. In the car I kissed her and thanked her for her love.

The adventure is really about to begin!

Sissy Ineke