Here's an update.
Sorry, but don't expect an extremely titillating story. Things are moving very slowly, on account of her being in school, and living in a house with 7 other people. (All related to her. Her m*ther and f*ther, sister and brother-in-law, 2 nieces, and of course her own 7-month old baby.)
She's kind of at her sister's mercy, when it comes to watching her baby, so my Mistress doesn't get to go out much. She doesn't have a car, and she is always dog-tired, from the baby and school.
But we've made an arrangement - I drive her to school every morning! So I see her for about 40 minutes a day.
So I've been keeping a slave journal. A nice notebook, where I write down my thoughts, feelings, fantasies, fears, concerns, etc. And she reads this journal about once a week.
Well, in my journal, I wrote how THRILLED I was that she went out with that hockey player on Labor Day. I also wrote a WHOLE LOT of other crazy sh*t - but she loves it. For example - I begged her (in the journal) to "LIE" to me. Cheat on me. I told her it would turn me on a great deal. (Of course the dilemma is - if I don't know I'm being lied to - how can I be turned on? Well, I always figured I might catch her in a lie, or, just always worrying about whether or not she's lying to me - that's hot too!)
And I wrote about a fantasy that I had - which is that, when she has a boyfriend, she'll let me get a "girlfriend"... a cheap vinyl blow-up doll. One of the very cheapest ones, that doesn't even have like hair or anything - it's just a painted-on face. And I would not be allowed to have any orgasm ever, unless it's fucking my "girlfriend".
She loved that fantasy!
Last night, I texted her, and she informed me that she was replying with her phone plugged into the charger. It died while she was skyping a certain hockey player! Then she said goodnight, and that was it.
Today, on the ride to school, she began talking about random stuff, and I said "so we're just going to completely ignore what you told me last night??
She laughed, and said "no, we can talk about that if you want." I said "HELL YES!"
So she allowed me to ask her 3 questions, and this is what has been unfolding...
(Oh! Before I forget - her birthday was last week, and at first, she told me she didn't want anything. But I wrote in my slave journal that I'd like to buy her lingerie for her birthday, that she would never wear for me, but would instead wear for another man. She laughed, and was delighted, and said ok, and allowed me to buy her the lingerie. She picked it all out herself. About $150 worth of stuff!)
So she DID go on at least one other date with the hockey player. She told him all about me, and he is fine with it. He's NOT her boyfriend - she's scared of the "B" word. And when I asked if they've fooled around, she said "not to that level". I don't know what level she meant, but my head was REELING!
Apparently, her and him skype a lot.
So I asked her if I may have an orgasm tonight. I don't wear a chastity device, but she has complete say over when I'm allowed to have an orgasm, and I have been 100% honorable. It's been about 2 weeks since my last orgasm, and I'm horny as hell. She said "yes, but text me before you do".
So I texted her a little while ago (she goes to bed at around 9. I go to bed around midnight.) I didn't want to masturbate until closer to my own bed time, but I wanted to obey her condition of texting her, and she told me:
Yes you may. Considering that may be the only form of pleasure you get until you get yourself a new "girlfriend". See you in the morning.
OMG, I am in 7th heaven! I have to confirm this tomorrow morning, but I believe this means she wants me to get a blow-up doll. And - that will be my only form of sexual release from now on. SOOOO freaking hot!! I'm excited as hell.
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I know my story is a little tame, compared to other cuckolding stories. It's still unfolding. And I do have other things to tell - that she and I have done together, that are NOT cuckolding related. For example, sometimes, she will allow me to do things that are humiliating, like sit around with my thumb up my ass, (literally!) Or she will allow me to kneel with my head in the toilet for an hour. To me, that's like being made to stand in the corner, but even MORE humiliating.
It was actually me who came up with both activities, but she readily agrees to my "perversions" or cravings, or whatever they are.
Well, I'm seeing her tomorrow morning
Goodnight everyone!