Friday, February 27, 2015

Alas, porn

Apparently Google is going to allow porn afterall:,2817,2477475,00.asp

So, now I have both a Tumblr blog and this blog.

And now my head hurts.

Not sure what to post where.


Wednesday, February 25, 2015


"Friday," I heard her ask him on the phone this morning when she was getting dressed, "no…we don’t have any plans on Friday."

I looked up; we had plans, but not special plans, not plans he couldn’t take priority over.

"Seven’s perfect," she said, "I can’t wait."

She hung up, looked over at me, knew what I was thinking, shrugged. “What was I supposed to say,” she asked.

"Nothing," I said quietly, feeling the familiar tightening between my legs. "We…we agreed, didn’t we?"


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Monday, February 23, 2015

Moving on from blogger

Like many, I received a notice that Google is changing its terms so that sexual content is no longer allowed.

Thus, I'm going to meander over to my Tumblr blog and update there instead of here.

Stupid Google; stupid Blogger.

So long, and thanks for the memories.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


He's dominant.

He's got an unpredictable schedule.

He can go weeks without seeing her.

But one of the rules, one of his rules, one we agreed to, is that she's his when he wants. Sometimes he schedules a date with her weeks in advance, sometimes he calls that day.

But Emily and I should be able to plan, of course, so we have a shared google calendar where he can see the times she isn't available, either because of work or other obligations. They are color coded, of course. Brown for her work events, blue for her personal events, pink for special time with me, orange for everything else. 

He respects the pink, but orange is fair game, even if she has "non-special" plans with me. 

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Knowledge is Power

"I know you did it before, Sara, don't you ever fantasize about doing it again."

"Yes," I answered weakly, unable to deny what she clearly knew.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015


Some days it's difficult physically.

Some days it's difficult emotionally.

Some days it's both.

Today is one of those days.

"Well you asked for it," I hear some of you say. True.

"She's being mean" or "she's thinking of only herself," others say. Not true.

I could ask her to release me. Seriously. If I go home tonight, sat her down, and asked, seriously asked, she'd unlock me. Of course she'd unlock me. If I said I can't take it, for the day or overall, she'd unlock me in a second.

She'd ask if I was sure, of course, but if I was, she would.

But it's difficult because I don't want to ask her, I don't want her to unlock me, I don't want to squirt when I want to squirt.

It's difficult physically because after a few weeks without release, I start to swell more often, at night, even during the day.

It's difficult emotionally because there are moments now and then I want to be inside her, even for a few moments.

So I could ask. She'd at least unlock me and masturbate me (as opposed to milk me locked in the cage). She might even let me inside her, though that's much less certain, at least in the short run, because the reality is as long as she's dating Matthew, that's not happening. She'd break up with him, if I asked, of course, but that wouldn't mean immediate sex.

Do I want to ask? No. I want to muddle through it, that's the thing about surrendering, that's the thing about chastity. Day to day there are times it really is not all that much fun, but overall, it's amazing (at least for a sissy like me). It just sucks sometimes, that's all.

Highlights of my dancing days?

Playing a Kit Kat Girl in Cabaret and one of General Stanley's Daughters in Pirates of Penzance. Those were the days.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

So, I have a new book for sale

Find it here:

Amazon US

Amazon UK


It will be on iBook and Nook when they make them live. It's impossible to get everything to come live all at the same time (for an indie author, anyway).

An outfit that says I want you to want me but you can't have me, sissy.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015


Whenever I watch Emily getting dressed to go out with Matthew:

I start to get like this:

And realize how lucky I am that she keeps me like this:


Forget your pleasure, forget your fantasies; when your wife gets home from a date with her lover, it's usually best you to simply massage her where she's sore and tell her how much you love her.

Validate and reinforce, let her know she shouldn't feel guilty about how much she enjoys her time with him.

Remind her, bringing him into your marriage has strengthened the intimacy between the two of you.

She might take your protests about how awful it was more seriously if you didn't squirt every single time, sissy.

Girls night out...right

"Oh, there are going to be some changes around here, sweetie."

Best glute workout EVER

An ass to die for

Monday, February 2, 2015

Super Bowl

Yes, the game was good, but the snow/blizzard ruined our plans - Matthew couldn't make it because of the weather.