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I don't think I've really done one of these before.
This is the contents of my gorgeous new Oroton bag that my mumma bought me for my birthday. The iPod Touch that the Canadian got me is also there.
HOW CRAPPY IS MY PHONE?! I hate that damn thing. It never works.
Holding out for a Blackberry until we move to Canada.
I've been using my old Yashica FX 3 a lot lately.
Real Life 16 - La petite mort/ The little death
La piccola morte è un'espressione francese che indica l'orgasmo.
The little death is a translation from the French "la petite mort" (Le Petit Mort/Le Petit Morte/La petite morte), a popular reference for a sexual orgasm. The term has generally been interpreted to describe the postorgasmic fainting spells some lovers suffer from. Also it can refer to spiritual release that come with orgasm, or a short period of transendence, an expenditure or spending of life force.
Speculations to its origin include current connotations of the phrase, including
- Greco-Roman belief that the oversecretion of bodily fluids would "dry out" one of the believed four humours, leading to death
- Islam's reference to sleep
*** Teenage Jesus update***
Marie-Catherine-Hortense de Villedieu nel 17esimo secolo scriveva:
Une douce langueur m'ôte le sentiment,
Je meurs entre les bras de mon fidèle Amant,
Et c'est dans cette mort que je trouve la vie.
- Bonsoir, bonsoir tout le monde, accueillons dès à présent notre invité du soir pour sa seconde participation, je vous demande d'acclamer : Adrien Saucisse !
*gros silence dans le public*
- Bonjour tout le monde !
- On dit Bonsoir, même si l'émission est enregistrée l'après-midi, vous avez compris quoi...
- Vous êtes pas le Monsieur-Madame de la dernière fois ?
- Et non ! Officiellement il a été faire un road trip en moto autour des Balkans, officieusement il était un petit peu fatigué. Bref, on s'en cogne ça m'a permis d'être enfin appelé par Pole Emploi !
- D'ailleurs commençons tout de suite, on va parler de votre dernière œuvre : Le mec qui s'est pendu !
- C'est la carte du Tarot du pendu oui...
- On va attaquer dans le vif du sujet immédiatement, pourquoi il bande ? Je veux dire, pourquoi avoir montré cet homme en érection, le zizi à l'air en train de pendre au bout d'une corde.
- Hein ?! Comment ça ?
- C'est une auto-strangulation dans le but d'avoir le kiki tout dur qui a dérapé ou quoi ? Le public veut savoir pourquoi on peut voir son zgueg, un 17.3 cm d'après le théorème de Pythagore d'ailleurs selon notre experte Sandy.
- *regarde sa photo attentivement* C'est sa ceinture qui dépasse...
- C'est un gros zizi plutôt non ? On a mis nos spécialistes sur le coup et ils sont formels, c'est du chybrax post-mortem que vous nous avez collé sous la rétine.
- Non, non je vous jure, c'est sa ceinture, j'ai pas fait gaffe...
- Sa ceinture... Bah voyons, le mec est en train d'être pendu et il s'est dit "Tiens, j'ai quand même sacrément envie de pisser" et il s'est défroqué pour faire pleurer le cyclope avant de crever !
- Non je pense pas... vraiment, ptet dans la chute elle s'est défaite, je sais pas...
- Honnêtement... il s'est tapé une petite... vous voyez ce que je veux dire. On le sait tous, quand on subit une strangulation ça fait monter le débit sanguin, le bambou se fait poutre et l'orgasme apoplexique n'en est que meilleur...
- Franchement, c'est juste une histoire avec des sorcières à la base...
- Justement parlons-en des sorcières... On parle bien de celles qui chevauchent des balais, cet objet phallique sensé représenter l'organe masculin.
- Ouais, mais non... enfin... Je sais pas trop ou vous voulez en venir...
- Aaaaaah mais je vois.... Ce sont les sorcières qui lui ont défait la ceinture pour lui tutter le grillon si vous voyez ce que je veux dire... Petit cochon !!!
- Mais non ! L'histoire c'est pas du tout ça, la ceinture on s'en cogne...
- "On s'en cogne" ? Comme par hasard vous utilisez ce mot... "cogner"... comme quand on se cogne les boules sur un balai par exemple !
- Hein ?! Mais qui fait ça bon sang ?!
- Jouez pas aux innocents, on s'est tous calé un manche à balai dans la boîte à camembert pour se barater le nutella à un moment ou un autre si vous voyez ce que je veux dire...
- Bon ! Il est où "Monsieur-Madame," je crois que je préfère encore me faire insulter.
- Bon, j'ai lu votre histoire avec ces meufs à poil... C'est un gang-bang qui a mal tourné on est d'accord ? Notez le jeu de mot Sandrine, on le mettra sur le best-of de fin d'année.
- Mais pas du tout, ce sont des sorci... oh et puis zut...
- Non, vraiment, j'ai lu le délire, y'a rien qui va. Le mec sur l'image il est pendu par les pieds, allo quoi, par les pieds... Elles sont connes ou quoi ?
- C'est la carte du pendu dans le tarot Marseillais...
- Bonne-mère ! C'est qu'il va nous faire croire que son truc c'est autre chose qu'une touze qui a foiré, bah voyons ! Et ça serait quoi alors l'histoire ?!
- Je peux pas trop dire, chacun doit trouver son propre sens en la lisant... C'est un peu ça le truc.
- Et pourquoi elles sont à poils bordel ?! Ça baise à un moment ou quoi ?!
- Bah ce sont des sorcières... des créatures animistes en quelques sortes. Enfin, dans ma vision des choses.
- Bon très bien... Vous voulez dire quelque chose au public avant qu'on termine cette interview ?
- Mmmm... ce que je veux ?
- Ouais, ouais, fais-toi plaisir.
- A LIDL ils font des raisins sans pépins, c'est super bon, j'arrête pas d'en manger et du coup j'ai la chi....se fait couper*
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Je m’arrangeais le plus fréquemment possible pour me retrouver seule, dans l’étroite salle informatique, afin de ne pas avoir à écouter les commérages incessants générés inévitablement lors d’un rassemblement de femmes dans un même bureau. L’inconvénient de cette pièce était qu’elle jouxtait la salle de réunion, occupée dès 16h30 par « l équipe goûter » qui devait chaque soir avoir quelque chose à fêter : Un anniversaire, un départ en RTT, un orgasme bien simulé ? L’annonce des nouvelles n’était jamais audible, mais je jouissais des éclats de rire forcés, des reniflements de l’hilare grippé, des claquements de cuisse du bureaucrate démonstratif.
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Largest piece i've done in a long time - 22"x30"
Started it before I left for Portland (I was there from the 6th-13th). Just now finished it since i've been back. Will be moving there soon btw.
Fleeting lust.
My little sketch in my moleskine is a bit different, in which I have a speech bubble saying "i'm not interested anymore" and or "but I don't want to (in regards to having sex)"
Again, it evolved more so into the idea of the orgasm and how for men (or for me, at least) everything feels so good until the moment is over in which i'm left feeling sometimes uncomfortable and wishing I had never orgasmed in the first place. The lust doesn't last. The joy doesn't last.
I find the fetal position very comforting, and sleep in it often. I have another upcoming piece that will be involving the same position.
- Un lloc gairebé orgásmic pels afeccionats als trens és Gemünden am Main, per la quantitat de mercants que hi passen. Aquell dia, els afeccionats alemanys que s'havien concentrat allí tenien com a prioritat aquesta 111, ex DB, ara de l'empresa SMR amb una decoració, diguem-ne peculiar.
- Un sitio casi orgásmico para los aficionados a los trenes es Gemünden am Main, por la gran cantidad de mercantes que circulan por ahí. Ese dia los aficionados alemanes que se habian concentrado allí tenían como prioridad esta 111, ex DB y actualmente de la empresa SMR, con una decoración, digamos que peculiar.
- A great place for train enthusiasts is Gemünden am Main, because of the large number of freight trains that run there. On this day, the German enthusiasts who were there had as their priority this 111, formerly DB and currently owned by SMR, with a decoration, let's say, peculiar.
EMDX 1606 leads a small L549 north along Goose lake as they near Partridge yard. This had to be the best color, even though it was cloudy, that I have ever shot and the Yellow engine just added to the color. Even though its not all changed in this photo i prefer the blimps of green that makes the colors stand out even more.
Playing 'dodge-the-sprinkler'.
Whilst the other members on this early-morning photowalk took snapshots of various elements screaming for their fifteen minutes of fame, that would of course, ultimately materialize at some point in the future, due to the expertly applied method of capture, process and presentation being fostered by the 'Kvarers', I chose to trip the early-morning, light fantastic on a grass dance-floor crowded with water sprinklers.
Needless to say, I got a soaking.
This is what happens when Jacey's Mistress brings her to the mall with a wireless vibrating anal plug filling her sissy opening.
Jacey was brought to the Mall in her revealing flowery dress, 5 inch heels, thick full makeup, and perfectly bright red manicured fingers. Her lips were lathered with three coats of barbie pink lipstick and finished off with shimmery gloss to highlight her fully inviting mouth. Since Jacey was soaked with her slutty rosy vanilla perfume, she would leave a trailing scent everywhere she went. She even caused a couple of people around her to sneeze, but then again, they were probably visually raping her at the same time.
Underneath that flowery white teenage dress, Jacey was locked in a waist cincher which was extremely successful in reducing Jacey to a 36-26-34 hour glass figure. The red belt further reduced her waistline and served to draw attention to her bounded waist. Jacey's shrinking un-manly stick was secured in a CB-6000s ("s" = small) along with the vibrating toy between her ass cheeks. To prevent Jacey from removing the plug, a chastity harness locked both in place. Pink frilly panties and a pair of sheer off-black crotch-less pantyhose finished off the look of her sexy lower body.
After four long hours of shopping with her Mistress and carry her bags, Mistress finally decided to take a brief break. Mistress sat down on a massage chair and inserted enough coins for a 30 minute massage. Jacey also sat down to relieve her feet from the hours of torture she had endured in her butt enhancing five-inch heels. But this angered Mistress, as permission was never granted for her sissy to sit.
Mistress ordered Jacey to stand right outside the nearby Forever 21 and Aldo which was sure to draw a lot of traffic. There were alot of young guys standing outside the Forever 21 waiting for their girlfriends. Of course, Jacey was wearing a dress any of their girlfriends would never try to pull off without being viewed as a whorish slut. So there was Jacey, standing in the sight line of more and more stares.
Jacey heard a couple of whistles and cat calls. One guy even "accidently" bumped into Jacey from behind. Jacey was pretty convinced it was intentional as she felt a slap on her butt when it happened.
After about two minutes of standing, Jacey started to feel a slowly intensifying vibration coming from her anal vagina. The first couple of minutes wasn't too bad. Jacey only gave a couple of quiet moans and rotated between a couple of uncomfortable standing positions. After severl more minutes, Jacey could no long control the way her sissy body was reacting to the vibrations. Her moans were now seducingly audible. She tried desperately to pull out the anal trespasser but that was obviously not possible as it was tighly locked in place by the sissy training harness.
Finally, Jacey succumbed to vibrations and started to moan and scream like a horny bitch being penetrated from both ends. Surprisingly, no one came to her aid, as all who gathered around her was very obviously enjoying the show.
This lasted for about another 20 minutes until Mistress finished her massage. While Mistress was relaxing her arms, legs, head, and back, there was Jacey, in the middle of the mall groping herself while screaming and begging for her anal perpetrator to rape her virginity. Unfortunately for Jacey, all the chastity prevent her from actually reaching the apex.
Mistress finally got up from the massage chair, clicked "OFF" on her remote, and ordered Jacey to pick up the shopping bags. She then told Jacey she's going to take her vibrating toy home. Jacey was pretty sure Mistress was referring to her and not the 7 inch device still tickling her sore ass.
Leena (from the photo above) wasn’t much of a sweater girl. We had met in April and really hit it off. As we got to know each other we also got to discover we both had some serious kinky desires. We had even discussed things we had done with past lovers.
I was really into bondage and sweaters. I’m hugely into sweaters. I will do anything for my lover in a sweater and promise anything to get my lover into a sweater. I’ve probably spent tens of thousands of dollars buying sweaters for women. In addition to bondage stuff, I also have my own chastity belt, actually I have four chastity belts. I dated a woman who was really into having my stuff locked up and controlling it. At first it was pretty hot stuff and although I didn’t enjoy more than a day or two in chastity, I loved the part when I got OUT of chastity.
However, in that relationship my lock up times got longer and longer and although it was hot, when that relationship ended, I wasn’t dying to find myself another chastity lover. Sometimes when I was single I’d wear it to work on Friday and leave the keys in my office desk so I would be in chastity all weekend, until the office opened on Monday. I didn’t really do it for fun, for example, I’d do it if I had to get my taxes done that weekend, and with my stuff on lockdown, I was pretty focused. A chastity belt really helps you focus. It’s not much fun to look at Porn or have a fantasy while locked up.
Last April, I was in self chastity (keys at the office) and doing my taxes that weekend. Saturday night I had no plans, the taxes were mostly done. I was belted so I knew that I wouldn’t be going out to pick anyone up, so I thought, I’ll go out for a few drinks. It’s cold but not too cold, regardless, I will wear a really big thick chunky sweater. That was my way of fishing for an elusive sweater loving woman. If I meet a woman because she likes my sweater, I will really get to know her. Of course I will, because my junk is locked up. In those days I would have done anything to meet a sweater girl.
That is the night I met Leena. She liked my sweater and said that is why she noticed me. After dating for a while and starting to share our kinks, we had played bondage several times and both liked what each other liked with bondage. We were in bed one night and I decided to tell her about my chastity past. She was really liking it and clearly this made her hot. As she asked questions about my chastity belts she got hotter and hotter. I was hardly even touching her. Then I told her that sometimes I lock myself up when I need to focus on something and I told her that I was locked up when we met. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she had an orgasm right there on the spot. WOW, ok that was impressive. She went orgasmic purely at the chastity idea and the story.
So now I have another chastity focused girlfriend. This time, I’m not just handing over the keys and playing chastity boy at the whimes of my mistress. This time I’m going to get something out of it. If she wants a boy in chastity, then she has to become a sweater girl. I decided that right away. I won’t invest my love-life into the same chastity relationship without getting more.
Leena, was not a sweater girl, she had four sweaters, three I didn’t even like. They were thin and smooth, not fuzzy at all and they had no knit. They were basically cotton tee shirts in sweater shapes.
As we got into summer, it wasn’t sweater season, but I still talked about sweaters and she would wear some of mine when we made love and she would wear them on cool mornings much to my delight. I would leave a few at her condo, so we always had some if we stayed there.
We shared a love of bondage and sometimes we would flip a coin on date night to see who got tied up. At first she would slap my bottom in fun. Then it grew, until finally she asked if she could tie me up and spank me. I had not been spanked seriously and we tried it. While she was doing it, I was yelping and saying Ouchieeeee and asking her to spank softer. The next day I realized it was pretty hot and I kinda liked it. I told her I was embarrassed at all the noises I made and was sorry. I admitted that I liked it. She immediately said,” I was thinking the same thing, I think we should get a gag. A pretty serious gag that really keeps the sound down. I’d like it for two reasons, First, I have to hold back when you tie me up and eat my pussy. I come so hard, I have to think about not screaming so the neighbors call the police. I’d enjoy being tied and gagged so I can be free to cum harder. And Second, I’d actually like to spank you harder and longer. I think I would cum mightily if I could spank you hard. But you would be making so much noise and at some point seriously asking me to stop (Then I would have to stop). If I can’t hear you or understand you, then I don’t have to stop. It’s at that point, when you can’t take it anymore and I’ve pushed too far, that is when I’m going to cum. I’m getting super wet thinking about cumming to the sounds of your gagged screams.” Then BOOM. She had a little orgasm, just talking about it. WOW.
Foolishly, that sounded really hot to me so I agreed. And thus began the spanking part of the relationship. After the first time, HOLY COW, I did not enjoy it. It was horrible. I never wanted to do it again, but it made her so happy. She felt bad and promised she would never spank me like that again unless I begged her to do it. And she added that she would really really love it if I would beg her to do it sometime soon, She asked if maybe I could try to ask for it once a month or every other month. I told her I would see.
For 4th of July, she bought me a sweater! It was a total surprise and when we went out that night to see the fireworks, it was a little bit cool, but certainly not cool enough for the thick knit Irish turtleneck sweater I was wearing. But I loved it!! I love big sweaters and I love them even more when I am forced or obligated to wear them when it’s just a little too warm for thickness of sweater I have on. At the end of the night we went home, and I had not given her a 4th of July present. After all, I didn’t know 4th of July was a present giving holiday. The next weekend, one of the silly TV cable channels was having a “Christmas in July Movie Marathon” All weekend filled with Christmas movies. I knew Leena loved Christmas movies. So I said, “would you like to know what I got you for 4th of July?” she wanted to know….
Next weekend is the Christmas Movie Marathon. It starts Friday Night and we are going to turn the air conditioning in your condo way down. I’m coming over Friday night with a suitcase full of sweaters to wear while watching cold weather Christmas movies AND I will be wearing my chastity belt. I will be handing you the keys, to do with as you see fit for the entire weekend. The keys are yours until Monday morning when I leave for work. This was the first time she would have the keys. She was so excited that I think my weekend I idea was a very good present.
The July-Christmas-Chastity weekend was totally fun. She never unlocked the chastity belt, she wanted to experience the whole weekend. It was a weekend filled with sweaters, bondage and my tongue was very very busy. I didn’t know she could orgasm that much in a day. By Saturday Night, the dynamic was changing. I was in a big turtleneck being held in place by a locked collar under the turtleneck. A chain came out that was locked to the couch by where she sat. I was getting pretty damn horny and she was finally running out of gas and reaching a point of near total satisfaction. I love bondage and sweaters and being the slave of a beautiful woman in a sweater. That is when I said something that started a cascade of events…..
The Christmas movie we were watching had two people eating in a café, the woman and a nice fuzzy sweater on, but at the table behind the main actors was a woman wearing a super thick, turtleneck. I was the kind with big knit like the photo of Leena at the top of this story. It was light brown and looked like if you took it off and folded it on the table it would still be as big as a sleeping bag. It was so thick and wonderful and I was so horny, so I started talking. “Do you see that sweater” “oh my, if you had that sweater” and then I said, “If you bought a sweater like that, I’d give you those chastity belt keys for a week”
Leena sat up straight, this caught her attention. She paused the movie and got up to take a closer look. She said “My oh my…that is very thick, I see why you like it” Hey what about the fuzzy sweater the main character is wearing? Do I get a week of chastity days for buying that one? My chastity belt was filling up somewhat painfully and I didn’t care. This conversation was taking me from horny to hot. I said NO that one is pretty nice so it’s probably a four or five. So for the rest of the evening, I rated all the sweaters we saw on a scale of 0 to 7. Each number being how many days of chastity I would give to Leena for buying a sweater like the one on TV. It was a fun game and when we went to bed, Leena was fully satisfied and I lay there very horny.
The next morning my chastity belt woke me up early. I was instantly horny and eager to please. I was really hoping she was going to let me out today for some sex, maybe even a blow job for being so good. So I got up really quiet and made her breakfast. After breakfast I went down on her and she loved it.
I asked if she wanted to go somewhere or start the movies. She pointed to one of my turtlenecks and a collar and the bag full of locks. I put on the sweater and she locked it on pretty tight. GOOD she said, your all secure in that sweater. Can you take it off? (no) Perfect. It looks like it’s already getting warm outside so you better get going now. From now on, you must remember I like Mimosa’s with my Sunday breakfast, right now, get to the store for champagne and orange juice.
Everyone at the store was in shorts. It was chilly enough that some had on a hoodie but clearly I was CRAZY to be in this sweater. I just shopped as fast as I could. It was a silly thing to do, but it turned me on. I get exited just telling the story.
When I walked in the door she was on the couch and a Christmas movie was paused, The TV was frozen on an image of a woman in a super fuzzy turtleneck that went all the way up to her earlobes. It was thick too. I walked by on my way to the kitchen to make drinks and said, SEVEN!!!. She laughed and said “I knew it” I’m starting to understand you better, this is fun.”
This continued for another hour. I had a good little buzz going and we’d enjoyed the end of that movie and started another. This one didn’t have many sweaters. She holds up her glass but I had to tell her that we are out of Champaign. She looked at me with a big disapproval. She paused the Movie and pointed to the guest room. The guest room has a small iron framed bed with a chest at the end. This is where I am spanked. I knew instantly I had screwed up only getting 1 bottle of Champaign for a whole Sunday of sitting around. I was strapped down. I was gagged and I was given 50 hard ones. She stopped at 50. “You have a choice of three things to happen next: You ARE going back to the store for more Champaign and some lunch. You can pick any of the three things but you must pick one of them. 1) 50 more with the paddle OR 2) Go to the store with your collar locked on for everyone to see OR 3) Go to the store wearing a sweater. I see it’s already about 80 degrees and sunny, so that would be bold. What do you chose? It was easy, I chose the sweater option.
I was sent to the store at Noon on a hot Sunday wearing a wool sweater. I tried to look cool but it was hard. Two people commented. I replied the same. “I keep this in the car because they always over cool these stores and I don’t like it” It was embarrassing, and I was really happy not to see anyone I knew. I also felt like I was walking funny because my ass still hurt from that spanking. She was a little drunk and did not hold back. I got 4 bottles of Champaign and some lunch and I also got something to make for dinner. (no more screw ups)
When I returned the rest of the day was much of the same. We rated sweaters and she teased me about them. At the end of the night I was once again put on the bench. She looked at the bruises from the morning and she must have taken it easy on me. She put the gag in tight and gave me 25 hard ones. I wasn’t crying but I was close. I was so happy when she stopped and started to take off the gag. She asked if I was happy, I said yes. Then she said: “Well it’s Sunday Night and my weekend is about over. I could keep you in chastity till you leave for work in the morning OR I can take you out and we can fuck. (I nodded my head yes). Hold on Cowboy, I’m not ready for sex with you. I need to give you another 25 strokes before I’m ready, so the choice is yours. 1) gagged and 25 more strokes so we can fuck, OR 2) I untie you, no more spanking and no fuckies for you. What is your choice???
I really don’t like to be spanked to tears, and I knew this last 25 was going to be brutal. She was using the chastity to get what she wanted and I had to admit it was working. I agreed to the Spanking.
TWO MONTHS LATER
It’s September and the air is getting colder. Leena had talked about getting a few sweaters but she wanted to make sure she got good ones. We had been rating sweaters when we saw them and when I was horny, I’d send her ebay links to big sweaters with encouraging words like “This one is a solid 5”
The 2nd week of September, we both had a free weekend. I was going to spend it at her condo. She asked me to come over Friday night and bring take out food, she had a project she was working on and wanted my help. She also asked me to come belted and to be sure I brought the keys. She promised that over the weekend she would give me a reason to give her the keys. Right away, I think I knew what was going to happen. She had been wanting to paint the bathroom all summer and I bet that was the project. I also thought that we would go sweater shopping together. It’s best I’m belted when sweater shopping so I don’t walk around the store with a raging hard on. If she bought a sweater that rated a chastity score, I would have to give her the keys and “Pay” for the sweater. Just like I’d been promising all summer. If someday Leena could be at least a half time sweater girl, I’d be happy to give her the keys for a small portion of the winter. I was so excited about going sweater shopping, I could hardly get the chastity belt on.
I walked into her condo. I had a big backpack full of sweaters for us to wear, I was wearing my chastity belt and the keys were in my pocket. There was no smell of paint. (my guess was wrong)Her place was spotlessly clean. The only exception was the coffee table by the TV, seemed to be covered in scrapbooking stuff. Magazines scissors glue and papers. I looked at her and asked what the project was?
She walked up and gave me a passionate kiss, then stepped back and pointed to the kitchen table. There was a big box wrapped up with a bow. Whats that? She held out her hand like she was asking for a tip. And she said, “I’m proud of myself, I bought a sweater for myself. I’m certain it’s at least a 5. So hand them over.” I reached into my pocket and put my chastity belt keys in her open palm.
Why is it wrapped up? Let’s open it, I was so excited. She said NO, we have to finish the project first. The project was very important. She also explained it was wrapped because she thought it was like a present for both of us. A real step in cool direction.
I sat down on the couch and looked at the srcap book. I was about 20 pages or so, and each page had a images of sweaters and the adjoining page had the following:
Comments ____________________________________
Purchase Rating _______
Summer Rating _______
Winter Rating _______
She sat down next to me with two cocktails. I looked at her confused. She said: “Are you ready to get the explanation of the project?”
She started:
Ok, listen to all of this and don’t interrupt you can ask questions when I am done. I have practiced this speech. I’ve been burned on some relationships. I have this condo because in my middle 20’s I was saving money like crazy to buy a house with my boyfriend. When he broke up with me, he pointed out that he never agreed to saving for a house. That was all my idea. So instead of traveling Europe and going to music festivals and all the stuff I should have been doing with money in my 20’s, I was eating peanut butter sandwiches and saving money for an agreement that was false. I took the money and bought this condo and I’m actually very pleased with how things are turning out, but I made myself a promise. I will no longer INVEST my money or emotions into something that is one sided or subject to the whim of a man. No more mis-understandings or mis-interpretations in my life.
You send me links to these wonderful sweaters that make your little pecker get super hard, when I see them, I imagine myself wearing them and feeling sexy because you think they are sexy. I don’t imagine my fashion conscious friends thinking I look fabulous. But most importantly, I see what you probably don’t see. Price tags. Many of the sweaters you like are over $ 500. I’d say the majority are $ 275 to $400. So this sweater buying thing represents both the emotional investment and the fiscal investment.
I have to be sure that I won’t end up with a bunch of sweaters that you “don’t like anymore”. I also want to acknowledge right from the start what I think we both want from each other. And what we are both willing to give to get it. You want a sweater girl. I want a chastity boy. I strongly believe that with our teasing and play we have also signaled to each other the following:
I am willing to become your sweater girl if you become my chastity boy.
You are willing to become my chastity boy, if I become your sweater girl.
This is where you get to talk. Do you agree with those statements. I didn’t have to think much, she was right and I’d said it to myself a hundred times. If she was in sweaters, I’d hand her the keys to my belt and my heart. I actually enjoy being her chastity boy, although I never told her that. I replied: “I agree with both of those statements”
OK, she said, I’m not done. I’m not spending $500 on a sweater that will last for 20 years to get just 7 days from you. This sweater girl want to be paid with chastity when I wear my sweater. It might take years to develop a sweater collection like yours. It will take many thousands of dollars too. I don’t want arguments and mis understandings. So this is what the scrapbook is for. This scrap book will be a guide so that whenever I buy a sweater, we will know as soon as it arrives, exactly how much it is worth in Chastity Days.
Additionally, I will get paid in Chastity days each time I wear the sweater. No I understand that in winter it’s cold and I’ll wear them naturally, so in Winter the COST will be lower. But If I wear them in SUMMER I want a premium price for wearing them. For example. That big cableknit your wearing. Imagine if I got a PINK one just like that in my size. I know from experience that I would get 7 days just for the purchase and that 7 is the maximum. (I nodded my head yes, that would be a seven) But when I wear it in the winter, I want 2 days into my chastity bank and if I wear it in the summer I want 3 days into my chastity bank.
I nodded again and said out loud, “That actually sounds fair”
She held up a finger and said, no talking you’ll distract me. I almost forgot to explain the chastity bank. When I earn the days, they don’t have to be used right away. When we open that sweater over there on the table, you don’t automatically go into lockdown, I can fuck you all weekend. But I will have 5 or 6 or 7 days in the chastity bank I can use whenever I want.
She opened the book to one of the pages. I thought to myself without speaking. Now I understood the Purchase Rating, Winter Rating and Summer Rating. The scrapbook is a guide or rule book.
She continued. I have pretty much divided up all the types of sweaters you seem to like into 17 different categories. The photos, scrapbooks and drawings serve as examples, and when I get a new sweater, there should be no argument. It will fit into one of these categories and the numbers are already decided. Tonight we will work through all of them. In the back is a contract. The contract will outline how all of this works, so we both know. It does things like define the beginning and end of summer/winter and exactly how the Chastity Bank works.
I’ve got one more thing to say before you can ask questions and we start working on the book. Last June, when we got the gag, I spanked you very hard. I spanked you until I had an orgasm. It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had and I still think about it. You didn’t like it, but you took it. Afterwards, I promised that I would never spank you that intensely, unless you begged me for it. Then I asked you if you could please try to let me do it once a month or maybe every other month. It’s been almost three months and you have not begged me to do it. I am disappointed because that element of my kink is important to me. But I realize, It must be very hard for you to just decide to beg me to spank you to tears. So I’ve fixed that. I have added to the contract a clause about these orgasm spankings. I now have the ability to build up some chastity bank and then put you in chastity for an extended period. Of course, provided I start buying sweaters and wearing them a lot.
The contract stipulates that each time you beg me for an orgasmic spanking you will have 10 days deducted from your chastity bank. If you got yourself more used to the spankings, you could manage the chastity bank to your advantage and I would not mind. If you don’t use this, then your time in chastity in the winter could pretty long.
Will you agree to that?
I did have to think about this one. Again it seemed fair. I did feel bad about ignoring the spanking for 3 months and often wished I had asked for it. After all, we are agreeing to become something for the other person and get something back. It has to be based on Equally, so if this is important to her, I can’t leave it out.
I agreed.
Ok lets work on the book.
First she went to the contract. It was all there. Summer was April 15th to September 15th. The rest was winter. The chastity bank would be tracked on a google sheet that had change tracking enabled. The 10 day Orgasmic Spanking was added. The 7 day limit on any sweater purchase was there too. A sweater day was defined as wearing the sweater most of the day AND I had to be present for most of the day as much as expected. Wearing a sweater to her office counted as time with me because at work she was re-defining herself professionally as a sweater girl. She would have to explain, that her new boyfriend loved sweaters. That would be a fashion and personal sacrifice so she wanted credit for being sweatered at the office. That was fair.
Then we started with the 17 types of sweaters. It seemed pretty comprehensive. Photos of my sweaters as examples, so when she wears one of my sweaters the numbers are clear. THE NUMBERS, we had to hash out the numbers. How many days for a purchase, How many days in the summer.
The work she had done so far was pretty comprehensive and we readily agreed on numbers. Something hand knit and bulky was almost always 7 days for the purchase, 2 days in winter and 3 days in summer. One type the super bulky turtleneck was 7,3,3 and that was the MAX in all categories.
Another example would be the simple wool sweater she might get at target, macy’s or a boutique. 3 for the purchase, 1 in winter and 2 in summer.
We only ran into disagreement on two kinds of sweaters. 1st the short sleeve fuzzy “t-shit style” sweater that would be very easy to wear in the summer. She wanted a summer score of 2 and I wanted a 1 because it was too easy to wear a bunch of those all summer. We also disagreed on the sleeveless turtleneck . Sort of something that looks like half of a twinset. She wanted 2 in the summer for the turtleneck element and I again said it was two easy to wear that 3 days a week and keep me belted all summer long. We eventually compromised. The sleeveless turtleneck got a score of 1 day in summer but I gave in and the fuzzy T-shirt style got 2 days as long as the fuzziness measured 1/3 of an inch in fuzzy thickness.
Three cocktails later, it was done. We both initialed every page. We signed the contract at the back and agreed where on the shelf we would keep this awesome document. We took photos of each page and uploaded them to the same google drive as the Chastity Bank. It was done. My memory went back to the first time I told her about me wearing the chastity belt when we met and how just talking about it made her cum. I felt better about being in chastity for this woman because of how she really got off on it. Maybe a little more chastity would be ok with her.
We sat back both satisfied with what we had done. And then I was laser focused on the box on the table. “Can you open your sweater box now!! PLEEEEASE!!! She laughed and brought it over. She opened it up. My chastity belt was instantly full. It was the big brown knit you see in the photo above. It was a solid 7,2,3. In fact it was from one of my favorite knitters and it was one of the photos on page that was for that type of sweater.
She put it on and I grabbed her and threw her down on the couch. I kissed her like she’d never been kissed. My passion was overflowing and I was grinding my chastity belt against her as much as I could stand. I was in heaven. This could be a sweater girl. We went on like this for about 10 minutes until I started to pull off her pants. She stopped me. “I like what you are doing. But I’m not done with the whole sweater thing”
What more was there to do. We have it all in writing, She has 7 Chastity days in the bank. She could wear this sweater twice next week and I’d be belted for 11 days minimum. What else?
She stopped and got serious. You know honey if this works out and I become a sweater girl, it would probably be best if you moved into my condo. That way you could see me being a sweater girl. After all, I’ve kept something a little secret from you. My secret is that since you started me down this journey, I am liking sweaters, I’ve even masturbated with your sweaters on nights we are not together. So if this keeps going well, would you think about moving in early next year? That is four months away, but I want to let you know that I’m thinking about it. However, it’s cool if your not there yet.
I was stunned because the whole time we were defining a sweater day, I was thinking, DANG, if she starts wearing sweaters all the time, I want to be here to see it. I had thought about living her too. So I looked thoughtful and tried to be cool. I said I think early next year is a great target for the idea.
Then she said, “Whew, you know, asking you to move in was a gamble on my part” I replied “I know”. She went on, “ I also made one other very big gamble with you. A big money gamble. But it paid off.”
“Really what is that?”
Go into the extra bedroom, on the bed you will find 16 boxes. Bring them in here and lets start opening them.
16? No Way? Are you Serious?
She said YES, I’m serious, each page in the book has many example sweaters, and each box in the other room has an exact sweater from each page in the book!!! SURPRISE!!! I’m ready to be your sweater girl right now! And I spent $ 2,625.00 to prove it.
I brought out all the boxes. Every box had a sweater and every sweater was one of my favorites. It was a collection of sweaters I’d been texting and emailing her links. She opened them up one by one and tried them on. I thought my head would explode. I thought my chastity belt would explode. By the time she was putting on the 5th sweater, I suddenly realized………..
Oh Crap, there are big consequences to all of this joy!!!
I stopped dead and looked her in the eye, “What is the bank at?”
She smiled a huge smile. There are 10 sweaters that are 7’s, three 6’s, two 5’s, a 4 and a 3. So your Chastity Bank is at 105. But tomorrow it will be at 104. (I guess I’m staying locked up)
Unfortunately, by the end of the day tomorrow the number will be up to 106 because I’m wearing this sweater to work.
She walked over and grabbed my junk to feel the stiff chastity belt. She kissed me hard and then gave my balls a little squeeze. Then she said:
“I’ve got my Chastity Boy and all I had to do was become a Sweater Girl.”
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Amid fading fall color, a lone Denver & Rio Grande Western K-36 #489 hammers up the steady 4% grade near Milepost 336.2, on the section of track that has come to be known as "Orgasm Curve." This nickname appears to have come about during the Cumbres & Toltec era and has nothing to do with the railroad, but rather, is a reference to the activities of teenagers, who spent their evenings parked in the dirt lot atop the mesa on the right.
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