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June 4, 2012

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She knows you want to fuck her...just like she knows you never will.

"I only date guys who want to get into me, Mr. Perkins, not little sissy boys who want to get into my lingerie."

- Reason 1 why you should password protect your computer from your secretary.

Posted by Saragirl at 2:30 PM 1 comments  

Of course

Wearing the new underwear my wife bought, boy shorts she called them, did not make me a sissy, after all, they were BOY shorts. Right?

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Of course not, my wife said helpfully, soon replacing all my boxer shorts with boy shorts in different pastel colors and soft fabrics.

Wearing the new cotton tops my wife bought, camisoles she called them, did not make me a sissy, after all, they were cotton, no different than tee shirts I usually wore to bed. Right?

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Of course not, my wife said helpfully, soon replacing all my tee shirts with camisoles in pretty feminine designs.

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Wearing the new pretty silk set my wife bought for me, a camisole and tap panty set she called it, did not make me a sissy, after all, while pretty and soft, it was no different than the cotton sets I'd been wearing. Right?

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Of course not, my wife said helpfully, buying me several silk and satin sets and insisting I wear them to bed.

Wearing the black one piece sleepwear my wife bought for me, a teddy she called it, did not make me a sissy, after all, while pretty and soft, it was not much different than the camisole and tap panty sets I'd been wearing. Right?

Of course not, my wife said helpfully, showing me how to fold my penis back between my legs, out of the way, so the teddy fit and looked proper. We don't need this, she told me, that's only something a man needs.

But what am I, I asked.

Shhh, she told me, don't worry about it, don't worry.

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Wearing the long opaque socks my wife bought for me, thigh highs she called them, did not make me a sissy, after all, they were just like socks I usually wore, just a shiny and longer. Right?

Of course not, my wife said helpfully, helping me into the the first time, telling me to pack up all my old socks, that I wouldn't need them anymore.

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Wearing the sheer long thigh highs my wife bought for me, lace top stockings she called them, did not make me a sissy, after all, they were just like opaque ones I had been we

sharing, just sheer and with a little lace. Right?

Of course not, my wife said helpfully, helping me into the the first time, telling me to pack up all my old socks, that I wouldn't need them anymore.

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Wearing the stockings my wife bought for me, with lines in the back (full fashioned stockings she called them) and a tight garment around my waist to hold them up (a garter belt she called it)m, did not make me a sissy, after all, they were just like other stockings I had been wearing, just with this garter belt (and matching panties and a bra, too). Right?

Of course not, my wife said helpfully, filling the bra with two heavy objects that looked just like breasts, just to fill it out, she told me.

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Wearing all the lingerie my wife bought for me, and a short skirt and a satin blouse, and makeup, with long hair, and heels and pretty nails, and carrying a purse. Why, that...that doesn't make me a sissy, right? No more than the...the toy she bought (the strap-on, she calls it), the one she likes to make me kiss and lick (and suck)...the one she likes to touch me with (push into my pussy ass, as she calls it. That doesn't make me a sissy, right?

Of course it does, my wife said helpfully, resting on top of me, her strap-on (her cock, she sometimes calls it), buried deep inside me. Of course it makes you a sissy. All of it, all of it does.

Posted by Saragirl at 12:40 PM 5 comments  

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My goal!

No, no, not to fuck her, my goodness no, the girl needs a man for something like that, not a sissy. No, my goal is to look like her, of course.

 

Posted by Saragirl at 11:44 AM 2 comments  

The Moment...

The moment I looked around the room, trying to find my wife, seeing her across the room, with a man she'd been talking to earlier.

The moment I saw his arm wrap around her waist, pull her closer.

The moment I saw her arm go up, not to push him away, but pull him closer.

The moment I saw him take the hem of her gown in his hand, raise it up to her hip, exposing her long, toned leg, claiming her in the process.

The moment I caught her face in the mirror above them, saw her mouth open, her eyes closed.

That was the moment I knew I should get my coat, call a cab, for I would be going home alone from the party, that he would not let go of her, not lose sight of her, the rest of the night, until the next morning.

Posted by Saragirl at 11:36 AM 0 comments  

The look...

...you know, the one she gives you when your cock hits her in just the right spot.

Oh, you've never seen that look in your wife's eyes? Well, how about this...

The look...you know, the one she gives you when his cock hits her in just the right spot.

Yea, you've got it, that look.

 

Posted by Saragirl at 10:52 AM 1 comments 

Monday, June 4, 2012

"You've got a mouth, don't you?"

Just because she doesn't want to fuck you, just because she won't even consider unlocking the chastity cage, doesn't mean she doesn't want to use you in the most intimate ways.

Posted by Saragirl at 10:46 AM 1 comments  

Agony

She finally agreed to let him watch her make love to another woman, he would spend that night, and every night for the next year, in chastity.

Posted by Saragirl at 10:24 AM 0 comments  

Tease

 

Posted by Saragirl at 8:34 AM 0 comments  

You know what the glass is for, right?

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Posted by Saragirl at 8:23 AM 0 comments  

Symbolic

The bride's panties UNDER the garter straps are symbolic; she doesn't need to worry about taking them off for her groom because he won't be released from his chastity cage tonight (or any other night the first year.)

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Posted by Saragirl at 8:16 AM 0 comments