i am writing you tonight as i lie in our
bed, alone. Syd is with her boyfriend for an overnight visit which started
around 5pm and will go to sometime tomorrow morning. i will continue to write as i go along these next hours.
He called her earlier this week and told
her he wanted her to come over and stay the night with him. She loved being
asked and it was clear to me she really wanted to do it.
In situations like this, even though i may
feel a little uneasy about it, i try to be extra supportive to her and make her
feel very good about going. i know ultimately that she loves me and she loves
exploring her sexuality.
I wonder if Syd feels this way now. |
The day before, she asked me to get a
bottle of wine for her and her boyfriend. This made me feel a little tortured,
in a good way. i made sure it was a part of my daily calendar for i didn’t want
to forget. i walked into the liquor store and found what i thought would be a
great bottle of wine for them. After all, i wanted to please Syd as well as
Ryan. As i checked out with the female clerk, i thought to myself, if only knew
what this purchase was all about.
Leading into all this, Syd instructed me
that she wanted me in the Queen's Keep for an indeterminate amount of time. She
talked about how pleased she is when i am caged and how she prefers to have me
that way, it makes her happy.
It is odd i know, but to hear her say
that made me incredibly aroused and excited to know she liked me caged. It is
so counter intuitive and i'm really not sure why, but i know i like that she
likes it.
It feels good inside to wear it as i know
i am pleasing her and serving her as well as her boyfriend.
So, not only was my wife going to stay
with her boyfriend overnight, but i was going to spend that time caged.
Normally, i'd love to j/o or even edge if i wasn't allowed to cum, but not even
being able to touch my little dick was excruciatingly titillating.
The morning of her overnight, she teased
me so much in bed. She killed me by touching my cage and rubbing my testicles
and whispering how her boyfriend was going to fuck her that night and how much
he wanted her alone. She knew she was driving me crazy but she loved it.
All day at work, all i could think about
was how she was going to go to his house around 5pm, which was before i would
get home. So, i wouldn’t see her all day.
And all day, i knew she had planned to
have her hair styles and also to get a manicure and pedicure. He loves when she
does all this for him.
Syd was also very good to me by texting
how much she loved me and how i was her number 1. It felt reassuring to hear
her thoughts in this way.
She texted me when she got to his
house. She also added how much she loved
me which again felt good.
When i got home, i took the kids to
dinner and we had a great time. Having such a fun time with them sure took some
of the edge off my otherwise preoccupied evening. i tried not thinking of them
together, but it was inevitable.
Amazingly, i didn’t hear from her until
the next morning. The only text i got from him was to say i picked out a good
bottle of wine for them.
i was so expecting to hear from them,
whether it was pictures or little texts throughout the night, i was expecting
they would want to share their experience with me if only to tease me. Alas,
that wasn't the case.
i wanted to sleep long and hard, but i wasn't
able to very much. Plus, i wasn't even
able to get hard with the cage. All in all it was a very frustrating evening.
The next morning i took care of the kids
with breakfast and school, and then went off to work. All day all i could think
about was wondering what they did and were doing.
What else happened? When will you be able to update more often? Would it be possible to talk privately? Also, you have an amazing blog.
ReplyDeletei will write about what happened for you, hopefully this weekend. Plus, more will be happening in the meantime. i will try to be more diligent about updating more often. Talk privately? Email me what you want to discuss and i am open. Thanks for following and i appreciate your affirmation.
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