March 23, 2013

  From SaraSissyGirl Blog

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(pictures added-ed) 

Saturday, March 23, 2013

"Good morning, sissy," the text said, "whatcha doing?"

"My chores?"

"In a pretty uniform?"

"A sexy uniform?"

"Oh...someone's naughty when the cat's away...maybe you'd like to clean while tied up?"

"That's hard to do."

"But so fun to watch."

 

"What are you doing? You slept in."

 

"I was exhausted."

 

"I bet."

 

"Well, I'm going, I promised Evan I'd cook breakfast."

 

"He'll like that."

 

"He'll like the cute little apron I brought even more. Love u!"

 

 

 

 

 

Posted by Saragirl at 9:57 AM 2 comments  

Friday, March 22, 2013

Good Night

"You're getting to bed early."

"I'm tired, I knew I would be. Evan just tucked me in. He's so...insistant."

"On tucking you in?"

"And getting me off to bed, he could see I was tired. I apologized, but he wouldn't hear it."

"Was he disappointed?"

"You sound like you are...I told you...nothing would happen tonight."

"But he didn't know."

"I told him I'd make it up to him tomorrow, you know that little grin I have."

"Yea, very well."

"He asked if you were okay with me coming down here."

"What'd you say?"

"That you were. He asked if I was sure, that he didn't want things weird."

"And?"

"I asked him if he liked what I wore to bed. He said, yes, it was very pretty. I said wait till you see what I'm wearing tomorrow. He asked me again if you were okay with me down here. I told him, I said, 'Evan, he helped me pack.'"

"He doesn't get it."

"That's what he said. I told him he didn't have to get it. How...how's the cage?"

"Tight. You know I love you, Em."

"Me too, love, me too. K, I'm going to sleep, I'll text or call sometime tomorrow, I'm sleeping in."

"Okay."

"And the chore list, I want that done in the morning, just like usual, just like I was there."

"Don't worry," I said, eyeing the uniform I'd already set out to wear when I cleaned.

Posted by Saragirl at 9:00 PM 2 comments  

Takeoff

I just got an alert on my phone from the flight track app I use that her flight has taken off.

 

Posted by Saragirl at 4:00 PM 0 comments  

No, my sister-in-law does not know what's in the envelope, but I can fantasize about anything I want.

 

Posted by Saragirl at 1:58 PM 2 comments  

Can't Stop Thinking

"I shouldn't be texting you, I know you're trying to work, but I can't stop thinking about it."

"You're a doll, I'm waiting to see someone, it's okay. Can't stop thinking about what? Your chore list?"

"You...him..."

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"NO!"

"Good, cause I can't stop thinking about it either."

What can't I stop thinking about? At this minute, my wife with soft hand wrapped around a man's cock. Actually, make that hands, because I don't think one hand will do it.

So she's leaving behind something like this:

For something like this:

Posted by Saragirl at 1:44 PM 2 comments  

I really cannot concentrate today, I can't get pictures like this out of my mind.

 

Posted by Saragirl at 12:00 PM 3 comments  

Morning Goodbyes

 

She was sitting on the bed this morning, pulling a stocking up one of her legs when I walked in the room, stopped, stared. “What,” she asked.

“Nothing, I...”

“I know I’m not flying out until early this evening, but I want to feel pretty, sexy, all day.”

“You...you look pretty,” I said softly.

“Sara...”

“No, you...you don’t have to say it.”

But she did anyway, I was wrong, she did have to say it. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure, I mean...”

“Yes...but only if you are, too.”

“You know I want to, of course I want to, he...”

“He’s a man.”

She looked at me, smiled softly. “You understand.”

“I have to ask...you...you don’t have...feelings...emotional feelings...”

“Sweetie,” she stood up, touched my shoulder, ran her fingers to one of my bra straps, to my tender chest. “I wouldn’t if I did, you know that, don’t you? I didn’t before, before I met you, I don’t now. I only have those kind of feelings for one special person. And he doesn’t for me, the only thing he wants is...well you know.”

I knew this, knew it well. We’d talked about it. Often. “I want you to.”

“I know, Sara, I know. You’ll behave?”

I looked down at the slight bulge in my panties, at the cage. “Like I have a choice,” I laughed.

“You know it’s just how I like it, how I like you, home, safe, secure.”

“Not tonight?”

“No, sweetie, not tonight, tomorrow.”

“I’m jealous.”

“But,” she asked, she sensed it.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, about him...inside  you.”

“I know, love, I know, neither can I. Neither can I.”

"I have to go, I have a call."

"I love you."

"I'll call you this afternoon before I leave, when I land, too. And I love you too, and thank you, for...for this weekend...and for being you."

Posted by Saragirl at 10:12 AM 3 comments  

Lock

Before I left this morning, she told me she left a spare key to the lock to the chastity cage in an envelop at her sister-in-law's. She doesn't know what it is or what it's for, but it's there, in case of emergency. Why that instead of a numbered plastic tag? Cause I'm not to be trusted!

 

Posted by Saragirl at 8:41 AM 2 comments