It’s a stressful week. As you know I’m moving this week. Soon I’ll be in a place where I’ll be able to live as danielle pretty much every single hour I’m not at work. I’ve noticed even more single packing all my things that the amount of boy clothes I have is but a molehill compared to the mountain of danielle attire that I’ve now gotten in the past few years being locked on and off under your thumb. It basically has left me with no choice but to dress femme most of the time unless I want to walk around naked. Even in that state I would feel so femme because of the figure the corset and bra have given me.
Last week we didn’t get to meet in person. Instead, you had me put myself in a supervised submissive trance via FaceTime. While it largely accomplished the same thing, the recovery came a lot quicker than it does when it is induced with all of the bondage, restraints, and the cage. I was able to “wake” from my submissive state within just a few hours as opposed to the day or two that your in-person conditioning induces.
The one thing it did avoid was any kind of edging and tease and denial. Perhaps that a little of the reason why, but it’s also left me even more constantly frustrated. It almost like that bit of teasing allows a little steam to escape from the pressure cooker while the remote session can’t accomplish that. It has me craving and straining in my cage almost consistently. I sleep through the night of course, but when awake it’s almost all I think about when my mind ever wanders. I truly can’t wait to be back in your presence again.
On that note I really should get back to packing and moving. The faster I get moved in, the faster I can begin to live almost exclusively as danielle.
