Well after my last post I feel a bit foolish to have to admit the weekend didn’t go quite how I expected (understatement of the year).
On Friday evening I kept singing “I can’t wait for the weekend to begin”. In hindsight that was pretty stupid. Miss A wanted to go out and let her hair down so dragged me to our local pub. I’ve stopped drinking in the evenings, not wanting to keep waking up during the night with the POI digging into me and having to make several trips to the loo. Miss didn’t seem too concern and was knocking back G’n’Ts like they were going out of fashion, whilst I limited myself to a couple of pints. I was the most sober person there and Miss started to really flirt with a couple of my mates, Chris and Jason, which didn’t impress me in the least. When we got home Miss A told me “You need to lighten-up…and if you think you’re getting any tonight you’ve got another thing coming.”
Predictably I had to make three trips to the loo during the night, being woken each time with the POI stabbing my shaft. As I told you in my last post I was planning a Champagne breakfast for Miss on Saturday morning and I’d bought and hidden a bottle of Champers to surprise Miss A. My expeditions to the toilet gave me a chance to retrieve the Champagne and put it in the fridge to chill.
In the morning everything was going well. Miss was still asleep so I prepared the Breakfast and brought it into her and woke her up. She loved it, announcing it was so wonderful and thoughtful. I knew I was back in her good books and was certain the weekend proper could now begin. However when we had finished breakfast, Miss got up out of bed.
“Oh, god, look at the time,” she said, “I’ll be late.”
“I thought we could spend the day in bed,” I said, almost pleading and imploring her.
“I promised I’d go out shopping with Catherine today. Sorry Darling.” She replied giving me a peck on the cheek before getting dressed.
As she left she turned to me and said “Thanks for a brilliant breakfast, Chastityboy. I’ll see you later.”
At about 6 that evening my mobile went and it was Miss A.
“Hi Chastityboy, Sorry, we got completely carried away shopping. I’ve got a really sexy new outfit, so we’re going to have a girly night out with Marie and Kelly. Don’t wait up!”
Before I had a chance to answer the phone went dead and I was dumbfounded.
Miss A got home at around 12.40am and I was already nodding off in bed. I pretened to be asleep because I was still pretty pissed off, but when she came into the bedroom I had a peek and could see what she meant about her “sexy outfit”. She looked good enough to eat. She got undressed, went into the bathroom for a minute and came back in and got into bed. And before you ask no she didn’t “wake me up”, she turned the light out and went to bed.
As you can imagine by Sunday evening I was getting increasingly frustrated. It was then that I made a big mistake. When I was locked in the CB3000 on NYE I’d promised to give Miss complete control over my sex life and NOT ask to be released. I ‘m sure you’ll understand how desperate I was getting and I broke that one promise.
Miss A was furious. “You promised you wouldn’t ask for release,” she responded furiously.
“I know, but it’s been 8 days now. I’m sorry but…”
She didn’t let me answer.
“I don’ ant to here any buts. You made a promise and now you’ve broken it. You can’t say goodbye to sex for another week at least. And I’ll sleep on what other punishment you deserve” she announced before turning over and turning the table lamp off.
So there I was, on Sunday evening, still locked-up, frustrated and lying there wondering what I had just done. I’ve spent all day kicking myself and vowing to do pretty much anything to win her round.