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Dallas-Trust

"You trust me, don't you? I mean, I should have to ask, but I guess I'm asking just the same."


Emily was laying on the couch next to me, in my arms, Saturday night, after dinner with friends, a stop at a wine bar for just the two of us. We were making out, but she stopped, asked a serious question.

"Trust you? Of course I trust you," I stroked her hair.

"I know we play our little games, but you trust me in Dallas, right?"

"Well, I guess I'm not sure what you're asking."

"I'd NEVER do anything I did not think you'd want me to do."

"I know, Em, I know," I answered, though I was not sure. What did that mean? That I did not know. I suppose I thought I knew what it meant, but maybe had to hear it from her and said so. I wanted her to elaborate.

"What's it mean. Just what I said the other day. You know I'd never just randomly hook up with some guy, you trust me to that extent? No matter what my friend said about that what some people do down there, about the hookups and all that, I'd never do anything like that."

"What's the difference? I guess I'm hardly seeing the distinction between what we do and what they do."

"Well, what they do is get out of town, look for sex cause they are away from their significant others, and hide or lie about it. It's outright cheating. I know what you fantasize about but I know you'd never want that?"

"No, god no."

"Me either, Sara, really. You trust me on that, don't you?"

Yea, I did. She was right, anything we did, anything she did, I was as much a participant in it as she was.  And most of what we did was teasing, not doing. "Yea, Em, I do."

"That's important to me, love, you know that. If you ever said, stop, I can't take this, fantasy, reality, anything, it stops for me that second."

"I have zero issues, Emily," I said as honestly as I felt because I meant it. I trusted her. She'd never cheat on me nor I on her.

"I think its the tease with you much more than the reality, isn't it?"

I pondered her visiting Evan, pondered whether I actually wanted her to do anything or no, pondered what about it turned me on, drove me wildly jealous yet even more excited, anticipating, dreaming, thinking, fantasizing. Pondered what she may or may not have done.

"Yea, probably," I admitted.

"It isn't like some of those web sites. I'd never want to do some of that stuff and I don't think you'd want me to, either."

"No, you're right."

"I mean, some things you might like more than others…you do let me go visit Evan…but I'd never want to just hook up with random men. I'd never do that for you, even if you wanted me to."

"I don't want you to hook up with random guys and Evan's...different."

"Yea," she kissed me. "I know the difference, too. And that's what I'm asking. You trust me, don't you?"

"Totally."

"Good," she was stroking my chest, my stomach, touching me.

"Can I flirt a little? Just a little," she asked flirting with me while asking me if she could flirt with someone else. Ah, the irony.

"Yes," I hissed as her hand wandered its way downward.

"You trust me to flirt, don't you?"

"Yea, I do," I said through clenched teeth, her soft touch so distracting.

"I want to…to flirt…especially if you're going to wear that cage…"

The cage, the cage. I have not said yes, but she knows I will.

Dallas-Negotiations

"So, what am I supposed to do if I need to get out of that thing," I asked her when we were sitting watching television last night. We were on the couch, she was sitting across it, her feet in my lap, as she was wont to do. I was massaging them, for the last hour, as I was wont to do.

"What thing," she looked over at me.

While the issue had been on my mind all night, it was kind of an out of the blue question to her. "The chastity cage."

"Oh, that. You mean when I'm gone?"

"Yea. I mean, three weeks. What if it hurts or what if I have to go somewhere or what if..."

"I'd leave the key, sweetheart."

"I don't trust myself with the key, Em," I said, unsure why I was admitting that.

Her foot was resting on my lap, her heel touching me, there, so she could feel the stirring.

"You mean, love," she moved her heel slightly, pressed down, purposefully, "that when I'm away for three weeks you'll be imagining me down there will some cute guy hitting on me and you don't think you'll be able to resist unlocking yourself so you can play with yourself thinking about that."

If there was any doubt, it was erased with her foot resting on my lap, resting on the now on the erection in my panties.

"That's what you mean? Right?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Maybe I'll have a guy roommate," she teased, rubbing her foot on me now.

"Em..."

"Maybe he'll like seeing me walk around the apartment in just a bra and panties or some cute lingerie, maybe those are the things you'll think about when I'm gone, no?"

"Yes, dammit, you know that makes me..."

"Excited," she looked down at her foot on my panties.

"Yes."

"Me, too," she sat up, climbed on my lap and without any real effort, used her hand to move aside my panties, hers too, and just like that, her wetness was touching me and on me and taking me inside her with a collective moan from both of us.

"Fuck, Emily, fuck."

She leaned over and kissed my ear and moved her hips and whispered, "I want you locked up while I'm gone so I can flirt and tell you about it and get you excited and know there is nothing you can do about it until I get back."

"You're a bitch, Emily," I grunted, looking her in the eye, meaning it and not meaning it just the same.

"You love it, sissy."

"Fuck yes," I shook with a shiver of pleasure, heat and cold mixed together, tingling and teasing my skin.

She did the work, the moving, the adjusting, the grinding. She did the work, knowing just exactly how to do, making the sensations the most powerful for her, how to touch herself, with me, just in the right places inside her, knowing exactly how to make herself cum without making me cum too soon.

"You know you're going to say yes, Sara, you know it, I know it."

"Oh fuck, Emily, fuck."

"My pretty girl always says yes..."

I exploded inside her, thoughts of chastity, mine, the lack thereof, hers, jealousy, and excitement, and the utter love I felt for this woman who pushed me and toyed with me and loved me back the same.

As we relaxed, as I shrank inside her, as we sat there, one, unexpectedly one last evening, she answered my question, happily. "You don't need a key, silly, a suitcase combination lock will work and I can text you the combination if there is an emergency."

You all know I'm going to say yes, don't you?

I have NO choice. Not because SHE is telling me what to do, but because I want it, too.

[UPDATE]

Okay, okay, I'm my own worst editor! Damn you bitches catching my mistakes!

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Concubine

Three Weeks In Dallas-Accomodations

So when Emily is in Dallas they (there are like forty something of them going from all around the country) at some extended stay business center place, basically furnished apartments. From her discussions with her friend, Jennifer, who went to the same training in October, the apartments are nice-each two bedroom apartment has a full kitchen, a fireplace, laundry, etc.

Yea, two bedrooms. A master suite and a second bedroom. Because they get roommates. I asked Em how they decide who gets the suite and who gets the other bedroom (the second bath is in the hallway).

"I guess I'll wait to see who my roommate is and just flip a coin for it. Doesn't matter, really, so one of us has to walk the hall naked or wrapped in a towel."

They have roommates and significant others are prohibited from visiting so there will be no flight to Dallas for the weekend for me.

Then she chuckled, "I mean, I assume I get a girl roommate."

Which led to a discussion that of course a big time company would do same sex roommates.

"I just hope my roommate is not a partier."

"Don't you guys like have to study at night."

"Some, but there are like team building exercises and all this crap, plus Jen said that there were several hookups at her thing.

Fuck her, planting that seed. "Emily!"

"Sara, you know I would not just hook up with some random guy," she said honestly, though she emphasized the random part cause Evan sure was not some random guy.

"You're a flirt though, guys get the wrong impression."

"There's nothing wrong with flirting, sweetie. Besides, don't tell me you wouldn't be thinking of that every minute I'm gone, which is why I think it will be so cute if you wear that chastity cage while I'm gone."

"You're a devil," I said crossing my arms, trying to look mad, feeling my stomach flip instead.

"Yes, yes I am. And you're already fantasizing about me flirting with some guy in Dallas."

To be continued...

Eva Herzigova : Three Women

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"Screw that. Dump her..."

An anonymous commenter to my post, "Three Weeks in Dallas" commented that.

Screw that. Dump her. Unless she wears one too."

Love that you read my blog. I assume that was tongue in cheek. Otherwise, you don't quite understand me or my relationship with her.

Jayme was right in response. There is no way that I'd EVER dump Emily. She is my best friend and the love of my life.

Okay, just had to get that off my chest.

Move along.