This weekend was hectic, with both Miss X and I working, and doing some much needed shopping. I'm typing on a new computer and jsut getting used to Vista. See, i truly am a masochist, I use Microsoft products.
But she did get an opportunity to tease me quite wickedly, ordering me to stroke for her while she told me how hungry she is for a new lover. Of course, I was not allowed relief. Sometimes, she’ll let me know she’s going to bed in the nude while I am relegated to the second bedroom.
She has what I call her “Genie” bottle. A decadent room filled with candles , a $1,000 bed ensemble, with lux pillows, high thread count sheets and moody lighting. It’s a colorful Byzantine-Asian-Deco room that looks like the fanciest parlor car on the Orient Express circa 1935. Sometimes, I am allowed to slip into her girl-cave while she is nude and I am locked in my frustrating cage.
Today, she came into our “normal” bedroom and casually read the paper in the nude while I fetched for her. She delights at the roiliung effect thsi has onme that I must keep in check. Later, a 25 year old she’s done here and there for the last two years called with her and she enjoyed a silly conversation while I pathetically stood by ready to serve her.
She rejoices in my chastity and ofen grabs my falls and remarks on how full they are.
This should be an interesting week.
This should be an interesting week.
