Here's one of the heels I'm wearing. And one of the lace of my lace top stockings.
And as in wearing, like, wearing right now this very second, yea, after getting that voice mail.
Don't expect this to be an ongoing thing, the pictures, that is.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
In A Mood
I don't usually post personal pics. Just not my thing. I'm in a mood, though.
Here's one of the heels I'm wearing. And one of the lace of my lace top stockings.
And as in wearing, like, wearing right now this very second, yea, after getting that voice mail.
Here's one of the heels I'm wearing. And one of the lace of my lace top stockings.
And as in wearing, like, wearing right now this very second, yea, after getting that voice mail.
Dallas-Missed Call
I heard my phone beep, the voice mail beep. I never heard it ring, though it must of, maybe when I was downstairs checking on the laundry (Emily left me a list of things to take care of when she's gone.)
I listened to the voice mail once, twice, three times:
I listened to the voice mail once, twice, three times:
Hey, it's me, just calling to say hi, sorry I missed you. If you get this in the next couple of minutes, you can call me back, but I'm just about to head out to dinner. I got assigned my partner for our group thing on Friday and we thought we'd grab dinner and work on it for awhile tonight so...[sound in background]...hang on a second...sorry, back, Justin's at the door, he's my group partner's here so I have to run. I'll call you later, love. Oh, and yea, he's cute, so think about me...love you, sissy.Yea, that's what I'll be thinking about all fucking night until she calls as I sit here and try NOT to think about it and ache down there.
Dallas-Talked to Em
We chatted at lunch. We actually "had" lunch together. We both cooked a Lean Cuisine meal, me here at home, her down in Dallas.
As to the "moths to the flame" comment, yes, boys hit on her. It was hard to judge her interest; her roommate was there so she was not too chatty about that aspect of her trip.
The guy who said she was his first friend? He bored her. A bit on the creeper side, I guess.
Last night her and her roommate went to the unit of a couple of other girls to do some work and a couple of boys game over, but she did not elaborate too much.
As I mentioned, I miss her already.
Yea, and I was swollen the entire time we talked.
And she was quite pleased to know I was home working as Sara today. She like the picture of my nails (reminds her of my fingernails running over her skin.)
And that was that, she was off to do some work and have some conference calls.
Mundane, I know.
I know you all think she's down there just fucking her brains out (or hope she is so you can read about it.)
So far, though, she's working, stressed to be out of town, routine all upset, etc.
Not quite so fun, but that's reality.
I mean, it is a business trip.
But we (you, dear readers and I) can fantasize the whole time.
Pretend you're in chastity with me.
And there are 17 days to go.
And while we're at it, we might as well fantasize that she'll take a liking to some guy. I am, fantasizing, anyway, as you know, as she knows.
Love you all.
As to the "moths to the flame" comment, yes, boys hit on her. It was hard to judge her interest; her roommate was there so she was not too chatty about that aspect of her trip.
The guy who said she was his first friend? He bored her. A bit on the creeper side, I guess.
Last night her and her roommate went to the unit of a couple of other girls to do some work and a couple of boys game over, but she did not elaborate too much.
As I mentioned, I miss her already.
Yea, and I was swollen the entire time we talked.
And she was quite pleased to know I was home working as Sara today. She like the picture of my nails (reminds her of my fingernails running over her skin.)
And that was that, she was off to do some work and have some conference calls.
Mundane, I know.
I know you all think she's down there just fucking her brains out (or hope she is so you can read about it.)
So far, though, she's working, stressed to be out of town, routine all upset, etc.
Not quite so fun, but that's reality.
I mean, it is a business trip.
But we (you, dear readers and I) can fantasize the whole time.
Pretend you're in chastity with me.
And there are 17 days to go.
And while we're at it, we might as well fantasize that she'll take a liking to some guy. I am, fantasizing, anyway, as you know, as she knows.
Love you all.
Commenting on a Comment
Sarah St. Claim left a comment that said, in part, "so many guys flutter around her like moths to a flame."
I love that comment, that thought, that image.
To some extent, that's the very essence of my three weeks. I have no idea is any of those little moths will actually touch the flame, but just imagining it, just thinking of all the attention she can get just by flirting, drives me INSANE with jealousy and desire.
It is natural, men flirting with women when they are out of town like that (I know from watching men, not from doing it myself, sissy that I am.)
A man will flirt with a pretty woman like Emily without even thinking of it, especially if the woman flirts back.
It matters not if she actually fucks a man, it matter to me now, today, this second, that just by walking into a room, 5, 10, 15 guys look at her and think how badly they want to fuck her and think, because she flirts, that they have a chance.
Even if she does nothing, that chance drives me wild!
I love that comment, that thought, that image.
To some extent, that's the very essence of my three weeks. I have no idea is any of those little moths will actually touch the flame, but just imagining it, just thinking of all the attention she can get just by flirting, drives me INSANE with jealousy and desire.
It is natural, men flirting with women when they are out of town like that (I know from watching men, not from doing it myself, sissy that I am.)
A man will flirt with a pretty woman like Emily without even thinking of it, especially if the woman flirts back.
It matters not if she actually fucks a man, it matter to me now, today, this second, that just by walking into a room, 5, 10, 15 guys look at her and think how badly they want to fuck her and think, because she flirts, that they have a chance.
Even if she does nothing, that chance drives me wild!
Dallas-So Many Days Left
So how is chastity going?
Well the most difficult times are three.
First, at night, when my gurl clitty misbehaves of its own volition. I dream and it grows and there is nothing I can do but wake up and go ouch!
Second, when I call Emily and she does not answer, especially in the evening. I know she has done not a thing but flirt a little, but I start to imagine her visiting a guy's room, just innocent, to study, having a glass of wine, and suddenly, he's touching her and she's letting him and...well, I start to swell right away and, ouch!
Third, when I talk to her. I miss her and she has only been gone since Sunday and I SEVENTEEN DAYS till she comes home and I see her.
And, 17 days left in chastity.
Sigh.
I'm not sure I should have agreed to this; it would be much easier on me if I could just relieve myself.
But, on the other hand, I'm sooooo glad I agreed to this.
Well the most difficult times are three.
First, at night, when my gurl clitty misbehaves of its own volition. I dream and it grows and there is nothing I can do but wake up and go ouch!
Second, when I call Emily and she does not answer, especially in the evening. I know she has done not a thing but flirt a little, but I start to imagine her visiting a guy's room, just innocent, to study, having a glass of wine, and suddenly, he's touching her and she's letting him and...well, I start to swell right away and, ouch!
Third, when I talk to her. I miss her and she has only been gone since Sunday and I SEVENTEEN DAYS till she comes home and I see her.
And, 17 days left in chastity.
Sigh.
I'm not sure I should have agreed to this; it would be much easier on me if I could just relieve myself.
But, on the other hand, I'm sooooo glad I agreed to this.
Snow Day!
Snow day=I get to work from home and be Sara all day day.
Hooray for snow days!!!!!!
Yes, that's my hand, in case you're wondering. Got anything you'd like me to work on for you?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Dallas-Suffering
Chastity is not everything it is cracked up to be.
Or, alternatively, it is EVERYTHING it is cracked up to be.
It is a distraction, for every time I think of her, I think of the cage, even when I think of her in a non-sexual way.
Just thinking of her makes me think of the cage which makes me swell, just slightly, which makes things tight, which makes me have to stop thinking of that thing.
And I think about her all the time.
Chastity is very emasculating.
Maybe that's the purpose, or one of them.
Anytime I think like a boy I know there is nothing I can do that a boy can do, not with the cage.
It is emasculating, and for someone like me, it is feminizing.
We talked last night; she was exhausted. They started at 7 am and went to 6 pm and then some of them went to dinner (there are like 30 something people in her "class" and they broke up into smaller groups for dinner.)
And I hear Dallas is having some bad weather, so there was that to deal with.
She sounded exhausted. Not surprising.
She likes her roommate, Erin.
She found herself sitting next to one guy she did not like at dinner last night, Mike or something from Washington, who she formed a bad impression from conference calls she has had that he was on.
She said he leaned over to her and was so bold as to touch her arm and tell her he felt like he made his first friend down there.
I found that fascinating, since she seemed not to like him, and asked, did you change your impression of him.
She said she wasn't sure.
And I suffered. A totally innocent conversation with a business colleague and all I can think about is that he is hitting on her and I'm swelling, and fucking excited, yet I don't want to be. Sometimes I don't want to be excited thinking about the love of my life flirting with some guy. Why'd he think he made a friend in one day? Because she flirts, whether she means to or not, she flirts and guys take that as an opening to flirt back, thinking her flirting is an invitation to fucking.
It isn't. Or usually isn't.
I trust her.
Totally.
But I went to sleep in some discomfort, swelling in the cage.
Or, alternatively, it is EVERYTHING it is cracked up to be.
It is a distraction, for every time I think of her, I think of the cage, even when I think of her in a non-sexual way.
Just thinking of her makes me think of the cage which makes me swell, just slightly, which makes things tight, which makes me have to stop thinking of that thing.
And I think about her all the time.
Chastity is very emasculating.
Maybe that's the purpose, or one of them.
Anytime I think like a boy I know there is nothing I can do that a boy can do, not with the cage.
It is emasculating, and for someone like me, it is feminizing.
We talked last night; she was exhausted. They started at 7 am and went to 6 pm and then some of them went to dinner (there are like 30 something people in her "class" and they broke up into smaller groups for dinner.)
And I hear Dallas is having some bad weather, so there was that to deal with.
She sounded exhausted. Not surprising.
She likes her roommate, Erin.
She found herself sitting next to one guy she did not like at dinner last night, Mike or something from Washington, who she formed a bad impression from conference calls she has had that he was on.
She said he leaned over to her and was so bold as to touch her arm and tell her he felt like he made his first friend down there.
I found that fascinating, since she seemed not to like him, and asked, did you change your impression of him.
She said she wasn't sure.
And I suffered. A totally innocent conversation with a business colleague and all I can think about is that he is hitting on her and I'm swelling, and fucking excited, yet I don't want to be. Sometimes I don't want to be excited thinking about the love of my life flirting with some guy. Why'd he think he made a friend in one day? Because she flirts, whether she means to or not, she flirts and guys take that as an opening to flirt back, thinking her flirting is an invitation to fucking.
It isn't. Or usually isn't.
I trust her.
Totally.
But I went to sleep in some discomfort, swelling in the cage.
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