Of course it was St Valentines Day last Tuesday. I had intended to take Miss A out to an expensive restaurant called Rosies, but Chris had already asked her out for the evening. However we agreed that we would have our Valentines Day on Wednesday – as Miss A pointed out this would be even more special, because everyone else celebrated theirs on the 14th, whilst we would be the only two to celebrate on the 15th.
Miss A was obviously excited about spending their St Valentines night together and left work early to get ready (she does take a year to get ready, even though she is so beautiful to start with!!!)
He’d sent her red roses to our house, which had been taken in by our neighbour. I thought we’d agreed roses were tacky, especially on Valentines day, but it appears Chris can do know wrong so she got me to put them in a glass vase next to the TV.
She had decieded to wear the short black satin dress she had worn for him before so I ironed it gently whilst she was in the shower ( it gets creased pretty easily). I helped her into her black satin basque, doing up the 12 hooks at the back, she then sat on the bed and I rolled the stockings up her soft, smooth and gorgeous legs, so she could clip them to the suspenders. In this position I had her pussy inches from my face. She usually keeps it neatly trimmed, but she had shaven herself totally clean as a Valentine suprise for Chris.
“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” she asked me gently.
“Yes Miss A,” I answered, almost whispering.
I leaned forward and couldn’t believe she let me kiss her in her most intimate place. I must be one of the luckiest men alive. I later thought perhaps I should have done more, but it just doesn’t seem to be right or something I would do now, and would certainly be disrespectful, not only to Miss A, but to Chris too.
She giggled when she asked if not wearing any knickers whould be sexy or just slutty. I assured her it was most definetly sexy.
I wanted to watch her do her hair and make-up, not just because I could watch her for hours but so I could learn more, but I suppose she felt a bit self-concious at me gawping at her every move, so I was sent to watch TV after I’d zipped up the back of her dress.
I looked at the card that had come with the flowers, which says “To My Darling Angelina…the most beautiful woman in all Christendom…All My Love, Chris xxx”
I couldn’t help but think he may be a “stallion” in bed but he’s hardly one of the worlds poets.
When the taxi arrived to pick her up she looked absolutely stunning. To be honest I think I was almost as excited as her, especially knowing that there was only two men in the world who would know what she had on underneath, and what she didn’t have on underneath, her dress! Even though I was dressed as a girl I carried her overnight back out to the taxi for her and we had a little hug as I told her to have a great night.
We had a lovely Valentines Night together the following evening. We both dressed up, with me in a little black shift dress we had got, and both felt and looked pretty sexy.
Chris had again marked her neck a couple of times the previous evening. To be honest I don’t really like it at all, and wish he wouldn’t, but didn’t mention anything because it would spoil our evening. It’s also really nothing to do with me, but can’t help feeling it’s partly a message to me (or that may just be my ego).
After a three-course meal which Miss A adored, we gave each other our love tokens. I’d bought her a platinum and diamond necklace which I helped her put on, but I couldn’t believe it when I unwrapped a beautiful black corset. It took us a while to work out how the lacing went up the back (you’d think they would do that for you) especially when the instructions were in German, but with some adjusting we got there in the end. Perhaps eating a large meal first wasn’t such a good idea, and even with the lacing got spaced out I could hardly breath. Another tip is to put your stockings on first, because there was no way I could reach down, but Miss A thankfully put them on for me.
It did feel good when she put her hands around my waist and gave me a long hug, telling me I looked fantastic. We went into the bedroom and I looked in the mirror to see my waste alot smaller than normal. It is quite uncomfortable but does look incredible. Even with the laces adjusted it is still quite tricky to get into, if I lay on the bed I can just about pull the steel clasps over the hooks.
We then spent the eveing watching the film “The Talented Mr. Ripley”, and both agreed that Jude Law is far sexier than Matt Damon. I even admitted I thought he was “gorgeous” which made Miss A laugh and me blush. I don’t know what it is about him, but he does look too good to touch, but it may just be this film. I knew his name but had never seen any of his films before. Miss A joked she knew what to get me for my birthday.
Chris had to go up to Manchester for the weekend, although he did call Miss A on all three nights. She said she wished she’d gone with him, which I suppose I understand, but I am glad she didn’t; three nights is different to one. So I had her to myself for the whole weekend. She had intended to go out with Catherine but it was rained off.
He’s back today so she’s going out with him, Catherine and Tony. This may sound funny but it doesn’t really make me feel jealous at all now, just a bit lonely. Chris sounds a nice guy and they do have a great time together so why should I be jealous? She’ll always come back to me.
Originally posted 2008-04-09 04:00:36. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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I never realized how freaking stupid this can get, i mean i thought at one time that i would love to be in chastity, for about a year i entertained the idea, i realize now that any woman will feel powerful and that un-natural order of things will start to currupt Gods design for women and she will end up trying to kill you, mentally, and trying to kill you as a man. Of course NO ONE wants that, but some poor men have thought as i did, mistakenly got involved in it, and will either die miserable or need to be saved, usually by a proper woman, though by that point they are too far gone, and many times these men become completely miserable. After reading this entire story, i feel better than i have in about a year, and that is because i am free now once and for all of this bullshit. i would say to each their own, live and let live, but i know now that no one wants this, it is put onto them. Save yourselfs men, do not let it happen. The initial thought of it seems sexy, a little role reversal and all, but she’s only using that to brainwash you and destroy you! The brainwash is the worst of it, i mean for gods sake did anyone else read this? This is the saddest story i have ever read. My friend if you are out there and this is real and you have enough sanity left to hear my words and have read this far, please for the love of god get in touch with me. I have experience with losing your sanity in other ways, so it is easy for me to snap out of this, you however, may never have seen such a level of brainwash, and may not realize it. All i ask is that you give me the opportunity to let you think for yourself, and not let your woman answer your questions. You ARE a man, you were always her man too pal! She took that from you, any normal person would have broken up with you but she probably decided this would be a bit of fun, and fun it was and as it went on she took more and more of your humanity away. Not even your masculinity, but your humanity. Consider this, if you cut off a man’s balls and penis, your not just taking away a sex organ. Your turning him into something without an identity. honestly man, she might cut yours off one day too, the only reason she wouldn’t would be to humiliate you and tease and deny you, but it seems she’d rather you be her sissy, so i guess it’s more likely that you’ll lose them honestly. If you don’t want that, and god i hope she hasn’t done it already or taken so much of your sanity that your “willing” to do whatever she asks, because if that’s the case then you will die. Your soul is already falling apart man, your identity as a human being non existant, and to take it any further would kill any sense of individuality you have left, and you’ll live to serve. For her that was the point of the whole thing, but for you, well do you want to have a life or not? Please man, i urge you, give me 3 questions and i will open your mind again, from there you will have the desire to take this one step furthur, and at least hear me out. 3 questions to freedom man, please for the love of god just respond, or hell man, if you have it left in you, get out and go to a damn locksmith, and never, ever, go back again! You’ll need to regain your humanity at some point, but honestly a walk through the park as a man could do it, seeing a child, knowing you could be a father and raise a child of your own with a woman who LOVES you just might knock some sense back into you! And if you don’t have that in you, give me 3 questions man, 3 questions, and you’ll know what YOU want, not what she wants, you can’t give her answer to these 3 questions, because she doesn’t have one, she wouldn’t understand what the hell was going on.
I can free your mind man, and the same goes for anyone else out there with a glimer of hope left! Once your completely broken she will grow tired of you anyways, as at that point, your useless, the game is over, and you’ll either be castrated, killed, or released. The worst thing at that point would be to be released, as you’ll stumble through life until you find another woman to put you through the motions again, and eventually you’ll find the one who will kill you once your useless, because honestly, women like this truely believe they are dominant after a certain point, and they believe you live to serve, including in your own death. So please man, please, save yourself!