Chastity. Device vs. No Device

I have been locked in chastity now for 36 days.  Out of those 36 days I have been out of chastity for about a total of 1 hour for Mistress to use her cock.  That's 864 hours that I have been locked with one hour of freedom.  This is a record for me as far as continuous wearing of a device.

It's been 38 days since I have had an orgasm.  That's my 4th longest orgasm free period in my life and a bit more than half way to a new record of denial.

This recent experience has reshaped my ideas on chastity devices.  Here is a synopsis.

Chasity without a device.  I have gone long periods of denial without a device.  As I have stated previously, I am pretty reliable when it comes to the honor system.  But even 99% reliable is still for 3-4 unauthorized orgasms a year or a 25% failure rate if allowed to orgasm 12 times a year.  Without a device, denial without some sort of constant reminder, becomes easy to forget.  It's easy to feel asexual instead of hyper sexual.  Without a device I am occasionally tempted to touch myself, especially when I am in bed alone after Mistress has already gotten up or when Mistress leaves the house for work.  While I do my best to avoid an unauthorized orgasm I sometimes go too far and end up with a ruined orgasm.  I know for a fact that I would have edged myself on at least 4 different occasions over the last 36 days if I were not locked up.  I would also be highly tempted to masturbate as soon as possible after a long denial period or a ruined orgasm.  One benefit of not wearing a device is that my wardrobe choices are unlimited.  Sexual spontaneity is another plus for not wearing a device.

Chastity with a device.  Now that I have fully submitted to the idea of wearing a device I can be a lot more candid about it.  First off, a device makes me hyper sexual.  I cannot stop thinking about my situation.  From the second I wake up, to using the rest room, to bathing, to dressing, to sitting, to standing, to driving, to shopping, to going out with friends, to staying at home and watching TV, to sleeping, there is barely a minute that goes by that I don't feel sexually submissive.  The accommodations I have to make, makes it certain that I cannot forget that I am a chastity slave.  I cannot absentmindedly touch myself, therefore any sensation my cock gets, can only be because Mistress allows it.  Just yesterday morning, Mistress was out of bed before me.  Without thinking, I reached down to give my cock a little squeeze.  Instead of the feeling I was expecting, my hand grabbed my device.  My brain was confused for a split second as the expected sensation wasn't there.  Instead of a physical sexual response, I ended up with a mental submissive/slave response.  I groaned in frustration while at the same time being highly satisfied that I was locked up and under Mistress' control.

I can also not discount the mind-fuck aspect of being locked in chastity.  Last weekend Mistress and I were out and we ran into a woman that we knew from our circle of friends.  We were chatting and she joked and asked us if we wanted a threesome with her.  It may not have been a joke, as we strongly believe that she has been in a couple of threesomes with other couples we know.  While I might fantasize about being in a threesome, the biggest thrill I got out of it was being propositioned for a threesome while being locked in chastity.  If she only knew.

Another mind-fuck aspect is being locked when Mistress and I are not getting along.  It's hard to have the upper hand in an argument when she holds the hey to your cock.

I cannot be trusted on the honor system if total control is what Mistress wants.  While I strive for denial and can achieve it, I don't have enough self control.  While edging on my own and having an accident can likely be forgiven, my biggest chastity crime cannot.  When I am granted an orgasm after long denial periods, Mistress feels generous and will let me stay unlocked for a period of time.  Overnight or even a few days.  This is actually the most dangerous time to let me out.  After a long denial period and especially after a ruined orgasm I am at my most disobedient.  I will sometime purposely give myself a quick, full, satisfying orgasm.  Being locked up immediately after an orgasm does 2 things.  It keeps me from cheating and it gets me ramped back up much faster.     

For those Mistresses that want to completely own their slave, I am of the opinion that a device is necessary.  Even if your slave is 100% honest and chaste, a device makes being chaste a 110% situation.  You can always unlock your slave every day for teasing or for pleasing, and lock him right back up. 

Here's a question for those reading this post.  How do you feel about chastity devices and what other aspects of being chaste can you expand on?         

  

Chastity Dilemma

Mistress and I are heading out of town for a couple days for Christmas.  We've done the family Christmas and are going to a hotel for a couple of days.

Mistress has already commented that she plans on using her cock while we are away.  She mentioned that she may unlock me for the whole time we are gone, but I'd rather that not happen. In my world, the best case is for me to be locked and only taken out for her use.  In Mistress case, having my cock right there whenever she wants is her best case.  Since I have already confessed that I have masturbated on trips without her knowledge, this is not the best scenario.  Here are some of the options that I see for our weekend.

• Mistress unlocks me for the entire trip.  I want to remain orgasm free as long as possible, so cheating will not be something that happens.  What could happen however, is that when Mistress is asleep, I will be feeling the cock I haven't felt for an entire month.  That will progress into edging that I may not be able to stop in time.

• Mistress unlocks me just for sex.  We lose some spontaneity, but I have no way to touch myself and we Mistress maintains 100% control over my cock.  My only fear in this scenario is accidentally orgasming while having sex.  

• Mistress leaves the keys at home.  We take the Hitachi, a strap-on and any other toys she wants and I can pleasure her while I get nothing.  I could use the strap-on and fuck her for as long as she wants with no risk of me cumming.  Also, I could spend a lot of time with my face between her legs.  As a bonus, Mistress could use the strap-on on me while I am locked.  Talk about a mind-fuck.

• Lastly, Mistress could keep me unlocked during waking hours and locked when she is sleeping.  She could wear the key on a necklace or safety pin it to her pillow so that she has readily access to the key.  The only downside to this is if she fell asleep before me.

I am always amazed at how going to a hotel seems to release inhibitions and make sex much easier to accomplish that when we are at home.  I am sitting here fantasizing about the above items as well as other things such as wearing some naughty items under my clothes.  Me bringing some restraints on our trip and Mistress tying me to the bed while she goes to the lobby bar.  It makes me think of us finding a 3rd person for a threesome or making me dress in full femme and being made to walk down a hall and back.  Hotels seem make my already depraved brain even more depraved.  No matter what happens we will have a great time!

Merry Christmas to all of my readers. 

Pro-Domme fantasy

There is a blog I read every chance I get.  It's Strict Julie Spanks!  I like it because she really seems to like to take control, she's very imaginative, and she really does push her husbands limits (more than I think I could take).

Her primer on how to properly beat a man turns me on and scares me as well http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2013/03/beating-your-man-properly.html

She recently posted about a scene she did with a Pro-Domme and her husband.  I frequently fantasize about Mistress and I visiting one and this true story sounds like it would have been a blast.

http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2017/07/punished-by-mistress-violet

One paragraph that makes my cock swell in its cage

Violet took command and ordered david to strip. He started removing his clothes. Of course I had him dressed in panties for the occasion, and Violet had a good laugh over that. These are them.

Can you just imagine my poor husband, stripped down to these panties in front of an attractive other woman? He was blushing at the fact that Violet saw him being panty trained like this by his wife.

I don't want to spoil the story with additional commentary.  It's just that this story had been rolling through my head for days.

A Dream

Sorry for the delay in any postings.  This time of year is by far the busiest for us.  D/s is not on the back burner, it's on the counter.  That being said, my submissive side is starting to make itself known to me again after a long hiatus.  Keeping my Tumblr feed updated has been good for my imagination.

What prompts this post is a dream I had last night.  Now I don't remember my dreams that often.  Sexual dreams are even more rare and D/s dreams are bar far the rarest.  Last night I had a D/s dream.  As best as I can remember, I was in a very plush bed and bedroom, more of a boudoir.

Dream bed was bigger and plusher, but the decor similar.

I found myself tied to the bed by a woman I didn't know.  I was being teased.  Not teased in an overtly sexual kind of way, but more of a not being touched kind of way.  Mistress was there as well.  Initially in a plush chair next to the bed and eventually in the bed with me and this other woman.  And women.  It turns out there was many woman here and it seems Mistress was either teaching them D/s or she was using them to torment me.  I was tied and re-tied many times by these women.  Mistress would have them sit on my face with their panties on and smother me so I couldn't breathe.  Mistress would instruct them on how to tie me.  She also had them lock me in a chastity device so that I couldn't receive any real pleasure.  The woman were into each other as well so that was also a good part of my dream.

All in all I don't remember much of the dream, but figured it was a pretty good reason to make a post.        

Coercion

NOTE: I have been writing this post over the last few days so it might jump around a bit...

coerce -[koh-urs]

verb (used with object), coerced, coercing.

1.  to compel by force, intimidation, or authority, especially without regard for individual desire or volition:

2.  to bring about through the use of force or other forms of compulsion:

3.  to dominate or control, especially by exploiting fear, anxiety, etc.:


My recent post on Mistress' fantasy of seeing me with a guy or transsexual got me thinking about how susceptible my submissive mind is.  While I have a long list of turn on's and things I like doing, I have a fairly short list of things of limits or things I just would rather not do.  Having to do things I would rather not do creates a dilemma for me.  I have to override my fight or flight response and just submissively submit.  This is where the real magic of D/s happens for me.  Having my limits pushed scares me but also excites the hell out of me.

I have been submissive for as long as I can remember.  I used to have a ton of limits, but as I have gotten older and more experienced, my limits have decreased considerably.  One thing that has helped me get through a lot of my limits is persistence of my dominant.  In my current relationship, Mistress has done a good job of sticking to a plan.  Also, using the dog cage in the basement has given her more control over me.

For example, me dressing in feminine attire.  In the past it was solely a sexual act for me.  If I was horny enough or it was part of a scene I was OK with dressing up.  Now I find myself being dressed nearly 24/7 at home and under my clothes when I go out.  There are many times that I would rather not dress, but being compelled to do so is what makes my submissive heart and mind so happy.  I have gone from masturbating while wearing an item of clothing, to dressing up and really caring about how I look.  I am very self aware of just how much control I have given up to Mistress and how much more I would love to give up.  In fact I am trying to think of requirements to add to my daily routine.

Chastity is the same way.  I really dislike being in chastity due to how uncomfortable it can be.  However with persistence and encouragement from my Mistress, I could see myself in chastity 24/7/365.  Plus the fact I can;t stop thinking about it, I am starting to believe wearing a device is more mental than physical.

So back to the topic of this post on coercion.  There are 2 limits I have that I think I could eventually get past.  Cross-dressing in public and some sort same sex sexual interaction.

The cross-dressing in public limit is the easier one for me as I can actually imagine it.  That being said, if I got all dressed up and we started heading for the door I think I would lose my cool and start being an asshole.  Mistress could threaten cage time but I would likely take that over public humiliation.

So as I fantasize about how this could be done I could see us enlisting a 3rd party such as a Pro-Domme as someone who is detached as well as supportive of the goal.  I imagine Mistress and I going to her dungeon (it would be better if I didn't know what was planned).  When we arrived I would be ordered to strip and I would be restrained.  Mistress would come up and place a shocking dog collar on my balls and lock it on.  She would then tell me it's set for the highest level and that I had better obey without question.  For good measure she hits the button and I scream in surprise and agony.

As I recover from the shock, I am released from my restraints and informed that I will be getting fully feminized and taken out to a bar.  Over the next hour I am dressed and made up.  They eventually show me a mirror and I don't even recognize myself.  Mistress then places the shocking remote in her purse and announces that we are heading out.

Due to the shocking device around my balls and the fact that I actually don't recognize myself I relent and we head to a bar.  When we arrive I get nervous, but Mistress shows me the remote and I press forward.  From here my fantasy gets fuzzy as I don't know what I want to happen or not.  However I do imagine some good mind fucks to occur.  Such as the Pro-Domme having pre-arranged for me to be hit on by guys or girls for that matter.  Me being made to dance or order drinks.  The humiliation would kill me.

That being said, that's a huge leap.  In reality I imagine I get dressed and we head out to try me walking in uncrowded places.  A parking lot at a strip mall or pumping gas at a gas station.  What isn't a leap is the shocking dog collar.  I would need something to push me through my fight or flight response.  Cage time wouldn't cut it.

                

As far as getting me to be with a man or transsexual in some way would require a pretty concerted effort.  I imagine Mistress being stricter with me regarding my dress.  Such as requiring a bra at all times or stockings and corsets much more frequently.  I imagine being tied to the bed or locked in the cage with transsexual porn playing for hours.  I imagine having audio hypnosis tracks pumped into my ears with headphones while my cock is teased for hours at a time.  She would keep edging me and make me tell her stories if I wanted any stimulation on my cock.  Mistress would make me find videos, pictures and stories of scenes she would want to recreate.  When we had sex Mistress would talk all about what she wanted me to do.  She would make me simulate oral and anal sex with very realistic fake cocks.  She would make me cum almost daily and consume every drop so I could get mentally used to the concept.  Eventually we would get to the point of me being tied down and a transsexual girl or a guy is brought into the room.  I would be teased until I was begging to have my cock sucked by this person.  I would be brought to orgasm with their mouth and this person would leave.  And like that, my first encounter would be over.

Just thinking about it disturbs me.  As I said earlier, I am not wired for this.  That's why I think conditioning would be a huge part of making it happen.  Hopefully Mistress would let us try this with a woman for my first threesome experience.  

While I can imagine getting a blowjob from someone of the same sex, I can't imagine giving one.  I barely like my own cock and cum after an orgasm, the thought of sucking a real cock does nothing for me other than make me a bit grossed out.

Like I've said before, I have few limits, but I have learned that it's fun to play in the soft/hard limit area.  Pushing boundaries is a huge part of a D/s lifestyle.  Hmmmmm.        

Worked up

My last orgams was March 9th, but who is counting?  I am, here http://missbossybitchsboy.blogspot.com/p/history-of-orgasms.html

The longest I go without orgasms with my Mistress is about 2 weeks so I am now really starting to feel worked up.  Yesterday I was not feeling well so I went to my happy place with some really naughty thoughts.  Naughty enough that I am not even going to post them today.    What I am going to post is a 2 part series from a blog I read whenever she posts.  The blog is very real from what I can tell and would an awesome way to live, but in real life I think it would be more than I could handle.  

I have had to break it up into several days because as soon as I got a little bit into it, my cock would start leaking with me barely even hard...  I wanted to edge, but the leaking is happening before I even get close so I stop.

Here are a few quotes that got to me.

I was getting a bit bored so I thought I would spice things up by exposing David to another woman in the most humiliating way I could think of: anal training followed by a good old fashioned Double Penetration!

"So david, Julie tells me that you two have a very 'interesting' relationship?"

Poor david didn't know what to say. She watched him twist for a little while on that question and then went on.

"Well I'm not going to disappoint Kimberley now that she's come all this way." I said. "You will be taking it, taking every last inch, down your throat AND up your ass. And Kimberley will go as hard, as deep, as fast, and for as long as she wants to."

Part 1

http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2015/03/anal-training-in-front-of-wife-and.html

Part 2

http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2015/03/husband-spit-roasted.html

My Edge From Last Week

Apparently my Mistress didn't actually read the story from last week, so today's post is that story in it's entirety.  Again, this is not something I think I could do, and if I did I certainly wouldn't be the submissive.

We pulled into his garage. She was dressed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit, with a lacy black and pink bra and teensy panties underneath. I’m not sure if the schoolgirl thing was a request from Andrew or anything, but she knows it’s a favorite of mine, so it might have been intended to drive me wild. I, on the other hand, was wearing only a wide ring gag, handcuffs behind my back, and a collar, with the leash attached to my seat belt.
She pulled in, then draped a leg over my lap, driving me wild, because the skirt was so short and I could see her sexy lace panties underneath.
"Are you sure you’re ready for this?" she said.
I nodded.
"Good," she said, "because Andrew’s cock looked so good when you were sucking it…" As she said this, she reached into her panties and began to play with herself. She moaned so loudly for me and I drooled and throbbed with the pain of almost three months of denial.
She opened her door to get out, then walked around, undid my seatbelt, grabbed my leash and led me into the house.
Andrew was waiting in his living room, in a suit. He was sitting calmly. We were both super tense and anxious, but I wonder if my Goddess isn’t the first other-man’s-woman he’s fucked, because he was totally calm, sipping a glass of water.
She dragged me closer to him, with my leash over her shoulder, and I watched her ass wiggle under her tiny skirt. She was right up next to him, and she bent over slowly, and said, “Hello,” so lustily and breathily. Her face was approaching his crotch, but also, her ass was grinding against my dick, and Andrew laughed as I squealed in pain through the ring gag.
She stood up, walked around behind me, and pushed me down to my knees. She jerked my head upward by my hair, so I was forced to look him in the eye.
"Do you like the present I got you?" she said, sticking a finger in my opened mouth slowly.
He didn’t say anything. He just unzipped his fly. He wasn’t wearing anything under the pants and he sprung right out, nice and hard.
Other than that, he didn’t move. Instead, her hand still in my hair, she guided me to his cock. I have been face-fucked by many men, including at her assistance, but this one was special, because I was readying that cock for her.
"Use tongue," she said, and I did. I was gagging on him for some time, I’m not sure how long, until he decided to push me away and stand up. He still hadn’t said a word when he reached his hands around her, lifted her skirt and manhandled her barely-clad butt, while pulling her in for a kiss. She pushed me away, and I fell over, so they could get closer. And … there it was. It had begun. I was becoming a cuckold.
He undid her white schoolgirl blouse and she left it draped on her shoulders while she kissed him and he bit her lip. Then he reached around and slapped her on the ass. She yelped a little. I would never have the balls to spank her, and I had way bigger balls than him!
Soon, he was under her bra. My sweet, sexy girlfriend, getting her tits rubbed by a stranger. A man who had just brutally fucked my throat with no consideration for my well-being. She sighed as he rubbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. I wanted to tell him to rub them with her thumbs, because that’s her favorite, but I couldn’t speak through the gag. But what was wrong with me? I wanted to tell this strange man how to pleasure my girlfriend?
She turned to me. “How did it taste?” she asked.
From my position lying on the floor, I mumbled “good” as best as I could, and I also nodded. I couldn’t believe myself but I wanted her to taste him, suck him, do for him what she wouldn’t do for me. I was so hard and horny and I wanted a stranger to take my Goddess and use her the way I never had the audacity too.
It didn’t take much prompting before she was on her knees and slurping him, not slowly, but like a complete whore. I remember blow jobs from her back before we turned to femdom, when her mouth was so effective that she could make me cum in seconds if she wanted to. (Incidentally, her telling me to wait while she blew me is how we first discovered orgasm denial and femdom, but that story another day.) I imagined her doing the same to him, and the first sounds he made that night implied that she was.
She wiggled her finger in a “come hither” motion to me, while not breaking eye contact with him. I crawled over best I could without my hands, and when I was there, she undid the gag. “Share,” she said, moving his cock to my face, and for the first time, she and I shared a blow job, each of us licking one side of his cock. This continued for a while, until finally she pushed me back onto my back.
"Mine," she said.
She continued sucking until he reached under her armpits and pulled her back up. While they kissed, she undid his tie, and he finished removing her top. Now, she was just in a miniskirt and lacy panties.
She turned so her back was towards him, and she grinded up and down against him while he played with her breasts by reaching around her.
"Use your thumbs," I said, "Goddess loves that."
She laughed as I assisted him. He began to do just that, and she extended her foot to her mouth, and I worshipped it.
"What else do I like, slut?" she asked.
I thought for a second. “Doggy style…” I said hesitantly.
She smiled, then slowly lowered her panties. While they were still around her knees, she was on all fours.
"You ready?" she said, speaking half to both of us. I nodded, as he knelt down (after fumbling with a condom).
I couldn’t quite see him enter, but I watched the look on her face, and I could tell when he was in. Now it was as official as it could be. He was fucking my girlfriend.
She groaned with each thrust, and he was rough, as he scratched her back and grabbed her hair and smacked her ass, among other things. This continued for some time as I struggled and throbbed and ached, my balls so full. She looked right in my eyes.
"You like when strange men fuck me, slut?"
"Yes Goddess, please let him fuck you harder."
She sighed, and I groaned in pain. I think she could tell, because she told him to pull out for a second. Then she reached over for her blouse, a few feet from her, and from her pocket pulled out my cuff key. She unlocked me, and got back into position.
"Stroke and edge for my entertainment while he fucks me, bitch," she said. Then she smacked my face for no reason, and he began fucking her again.
I did as told, and each edge was only seconds apart, and my screams of agony only excited her more. She spread her legs a little wider.
"Tell…him…what…I…like…" she said between deep breaths.
I could barely speak either. “Rub…her….clit.”
He did, and it was all too much for her. The fucking, the size of him, watching me edge and scream, her clit … and she came, wildly, just as I hit yet another edge. The power exchange was epic — her getting, from a stranger, what she wouldn’t allow me. Her moans, oh god, her ecstatic moans as she fucked him back as hard as he was fucking her, and the sweat dripping from her brow.
After she settled down, he started to pull out, but she said, “Don’t think for a second you’re done if you haven’t fucked my ass.”
I was still stroking and edging, but this blew me away. I didn’t expect it, and neither did he, I think, because his eyes opened wide. I’d taken her butt a few times but not for a while.
"Do you have lube?" she asked.
He left for a moment and came back, then lubed her up.
"Now get it in me," she said, and he obliged. Slowly but surely, he was in her ass. And he fucked it, at first gently, but eventually, with roughness similar to that of when he fucked her pussy. His groans were getting louder. He was close.
"Now slut, do you want it straight from the source, or off my breasts?" she asked.
I had no idea I was going to swallow it, but with as horny as I was from stroking, the idea of licking her tits….
"Off your breasts, Goddess," I said. She pulled away and rolled over, and he jerked himself the rest of the way, and he burst, reminding me of what I was denied.
She took deep breaths. “You can stop stroking. Now lick it.” And I obliged, cleaning her off completely.
And that is the story of how, wordlessly, another man cuckolded me. And we are still in contact with him. We are never going back

Today's Edge - Not Like Me.

Today I was going through my blog list and found a reblog.  I started reading it, and it's clearly not my kind of story due to some limits I have, but for some reason it got me worked up.  I managed to edge to it and quickly got there, but in my mind I couldn't be the submissive.  Here is an excerpt with the fullink below it.

We pulled into his garage. She was dressed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit, with a lacy black and pink bra and teensy panties underneath. I’m not sure if the schoolgirl thing was a request from Andrew or anything, but she knows it’s a favorite of mine, so it might have been intended to drive me wild. I, on the other hand, was wearing only a wide ring gag, handcuffs behind my back, and a collar, with the leash attached to my seat belt.

http://my-life-in-denial.tumblr.com/post/68107446943/i-know-i-took-a-while-to-get-this-up-but-its

MBB's Friend

I wanted to thank Miss Bossy Bitch for bossing me around lately.  Yesterday I painted my toenails pink, my fingernails clear.  My mind had a little bit of a submissive buzz while painting my nails.  I also had to sleep in a nighty last night.  The nighty was a total mind fuck, because part of the night I couldn't sleep, but I could certainly feel the fabric of the nighty surround me as well as the padded cups giving me breasts.  Add that to the morning edging and I am getting to be quite a mess.  Thank you again MBB!

Mistress Bossy Bitch also happened to mention that she and a friend of hers have recently spoken and intend to meet up.  The only reason this even comes up is that this friend, (I'll call her Miss J) knows about our lifestyle and has expressed some interest in trying some submissive type activities   MBB even offered to let me crop Miss J a while back although nothing came of that.  Now I don't think anything would ever happen, but it doesn't mean my teased and denied brain doesn't have a mind of it's own.  While edging this morning, I thought of a few things.

With me as a submissive...

• Serving MBB and Miss J wine and dinner while I wore a suit or some other "uniform".  I would not be allowed to drink or eat with them as my role would be purely to serve.

• Being made to watch MBB and Miss J be sexual with each other while tied up or locked in a cage.

• MBB using me to teach Miss J how to Domme her husband.

• Miss J would push MBB to be more strict and demanding of me by giving her moral support.

• MBB would have Miss J hold the key to my chastity device.

• Having Miss J meet Sophia (the name MBB has given me when I cross-dress).  I imagine this would horrify me even though it was in my thoughts this morning.

• Be made to Chauffeur MBB and Miss J to dinner, drinks clubs, etc.  I would have to stay in the car.

• Forced cum eating.

• Double penetrated with strapons.

With me and MBB as Dom and Domme (while I mostly like to bottom I think I am a  pretty good Top, but MBB doesn't like to switch)...

• Crop, Cane and Single Tail Miss J.

• Put Miss J in some difficult predicament positions.

• Forced Orgasms - no stopping.

• Electricity!

To reiterate, I have no illusions (or real desire) of any of the above happening and Miss J isn't my type at all.  Things I wouldn't normally consider become easy to think of in my current state of mind.        

Feeling Naughty

Lately MBB has been throwing the threesome idea in my head.  She teased that on my upcoming birthday that she wants us to be chatting up girls and trying to take one to our room.  She has also had me find threesome stories and while searching for those I have found sme pretty hot pics as well.

Yesterday I had to wear my plug for three hours and today I had to wear something feminine besides my panties.  I chose a super tight camisole.  I feel weird putting things on that could be seen but once I am in it, I feel hot and naughty (mostly).

I also had some time to tan in my bikini bottoms.  I am getting such a little trashy tan line.  I tried a pair of mnes thongs I have from my younger days to try and cover my cock and balls better, but it just wasn't the same.  I went back and put my bikini bottoms back on.  I think the string part of the bikini, the bows on each side, the fact they are women's and trying to keep my junk into it all makes it much naughtier.

I also stroked today.  I was stroking to devine bitches videos.  They do some amazing stuff.  They are brutal.  I like to think I could be on there, but I don't think I could handle it.  Or maybe I could, who knows.  It could be one of those things that while I am doing it, it would be difficult, but it would be a major turn on every time I thought of it...

I am a very lucky slave...