I’m not sure there is a lot to say this week. My summer sports season is over, and I pretty much identify as danielle 4 full days per week from the time I get up and put on my corset and bra to the time I go to bed. Add in the 1 day per week that I serve you in person, and there is very little of my waking life that there isn’t some sort of outward reminder that I am wearing that isn’t showing my very feminine shape. Even my measurements are settling in as feminine. I have 1 weekday each week that I spend running my errands in the vanilla world and Sundays where I write these journal entries that I spend in my boy clothes with no shapewear that give me just enough of a break so that I feel when the corset and bra go back on. I’m almost to the point where I’m ready to be locked into the corset 24/7 even though I know that will turn showering into a true chore.
Our in-person meetings more and more amaze me. I often notice hours later that I did make a mess in my panties, but rarely do I feel it happening. My body must not realize it either because I’m able to sleep through the night. It’s almost like I’m just a thing being maintained and having it’s oil changed. This last week, I’ve noticed you getting me used to having a cock in my mouth. While I have no desire to service another male, I wonder if this means I’m being prepared to service you in another way.
I did miss being locked in your cage last week, but the extra sturdy leather hood was an amazing substitute. The sensory deprivation it provided was very similar and the outer sensations you provided where very stimulating to say the least. From the electric shocks to my inner thighs to the painful (yet somewhat pleasurable) smacks to my balls my mind was unable to rest. All I could do was focus on the mantra you have ingrained in my head. Every touch and sensation you share with me is a gift…a reward for living up to my mantra.
My purpose is to give my Mistress obedience and pleasure.
That mantra was the only thing going through my head with every touch. I wasn’t worried about pleasure or pain. I wasn’t worried about spilling my mess. I was just focused on felling what you wanted me to feel. That said, I can’t wait to feel the extra bondage you have planned for me in the future when I get to be stored in your cage. The more I get to be used as your toy girl, the more addictive it becomes.
