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Sissy dutifully
waiting for master to come home.
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To keep him under control, she has to give him enough time to
think he might be able to cum, but not so much time that he actually can.
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Monday, January 14, 2013
She who laughs
last, laughs the hardest.
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What's her
verdict? Better than you, not as good as a real man.
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Under one provision of the Affordable Care Act, insurance
companies are required to provide, without charge, certain durable medical
devices when deemed medically necessary by a treating physician. So, if your
husband is diagnosed a sissy, his doctor can prescribe and install a chastity
cage without any out of pocket cost. Take advantage, ladies, take advantage.
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Source | Becoming Nathalie
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Sunday, January 13, 2013
He tells his
wife she would let him wear a longer skirt, but secretly he loves the attention
he gets from the guys at the office.
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Not everyone
understand it, but for some of us, listening to our wives or our girlfriends
tell us all about her date last night is the most erotic thing in the world
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Saturday, January 12, 2013
Emily were sitting on the couch last night, reading, both drinking a glass of
wine. She was still dressed from work, had worn a skirt and I could see the
tops of her stockings, which was quite distracting. She knew what I was looking
at, even shifted so her skirt rode higher up her leg, let me watch her for
several minutes. Then she set her book down, looked at me with a serious look.
“Can I talk to you about something.”
“Yes,” I said. She had that tone in her voice.
“Monday you said you’d call about that thing and you didn’t and...it was very
disrespectful.
I lowered my eyes, she was right. I said I would Monday, Tuesday, too.
“I know. You're right."
“The thing is, if you didn’t want to do it, if it wasn’t that important, you
should have said something instead of promising to do it and not..”
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” I said. “I forgot...I promised...you’re right.”
She looked at me, nodded, but didn’t pick her book back up.
“Is there something else?”
Now she looked guilty instead of me. “Yes, actually, I...I...I wanted to talk
to you about something else."
"What is it?"
"Well, I...I got a text the other day.”
"Okay..."
"From Evan."
Evan! I actually hadn’t heard his name in awhile, but you all know who Evan is.
“How...how’s he doing?”
“He’s actually living in Florida now.”
Oddly, part of me felt relieved he was farther away from us, part of me was
disappointed, though, too. “Oh,” I said, “what did he want?”
“Just to tell me he moved, get me his new address, all that, see if I had time
to talk on the phone, catch up.”
“You going to call him?”
“We talked yesterday when I was driving.”
“Oh.”
“Sometimes I don’t know take your reactions when I mention him.”
I looked at her. “Sometimes I don’t know how to feel about him, Emily,” I shot
back, “I mean...I don’t even know what he was...is, to you.”
“He was, I suppose is, a good friend.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Well, I suppose I do. But you’ve always seemed to want it...vague...am I
wrong?”
By vague, she meant vague if she slept with him, vague if she screwed him since
we’d gotten together, vague whether or not she actually cuckolded me with him.
“I...”
“Do you want to know? Because I’ve always been under the impression you don’t.
Either way.”
“I...I don’t know.”
“I know, which is why I’m vague.”
“What did he have to say,” I asked, thinking to change the subject, not
succeeding given her answer.
“He...he wanted...
My eyes went wide, of course. “When,” I demanded.
“March, late March.”
“Florida, you...you’d fly...how...how long?”
“Friday till Tuesday, five days, four nights.”
Four night. Four nights in Florida with Evan. Four nights he could seduce her,
four nights he could tuck her into bed, four nights he could fuck her. Four
nights.
“You want to go?”
She nodded. “I haven’t seen him for so long.”
“Four nights.”
“Yea.”
“I...what do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Asking you, of course, I’d never...”
“To go or...”
“Both,” she looked down. “I’d like to see him, I don’t have to...you know.”
“You want to?”
“I don’t mean just go down there, I mean...”
“I know what you mean. Yes, of course yes, he...he’s Evan.”
I looked at her. “Emily, I...”
“I never would, know that, unless you wanted me to.”
“How am I supposed to say no, Emily?”
“Easy, say no and I’ll tell him no.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Sure it is. Tell me no. Tell me to stay home. Tell me to be a good wife. Tell
me you don’t get turned on by it.”
“Em...”
“Tell me any of those things. Tell me you don’t think about it every day. Tell me
you’re not swelling in the cage right now.”
“But Emily...I...I can’t...”
“I know.”
“Four nights?”
“Four nights, love. Four nights.”
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Amazing, thank you soooo much!
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