YesSir's blog post - Writing

I have been instructed to share on my blog some writing I have begun for Master Sally. Please feel free to comment on what you read positive or negative....Polly Pet.

Homework Essay
“What I did with my friend last weekend”
Last weekend proved to be a most enjoyable and enlightening period, if at times painful and deliciously humiliating in the most arousing way. I had the good fortune to have a weekend alone, with my wife taking the children to see their Grandparents. Though I was supposed to be going too I had explained to my wife that I would have to work over the weekend as I had to complete a report that was due early the following week, though not happy with me working instead of spending time visiting her parents, she accepted that the work had to be done.
I felt some guilt as they left on Friday evening for the drive to her parents, knowing that although the report was due early the next week, I had already finished it. But, the chance to be alone and indulge in my passions and desires was too much to resist. Once alone I prepared for my evening, first going into the attic and retrieving the box that contained some of my passions. The box having to be hidden due to my wife not knowing of my other desires, and the attic was the safest place. Once retrieved, I had to resist indulging immediately, taking out the lingerie feeling it against my skin. The thought of it causing me to become aroused, but I knew it would be better if I waited and prepared properly. Leaving the box on my marital bed, unopened I went downstairs and made sure all the doors were locked and all the windows covered by closed curtains or blinds. Once all this was done I took a wine glass from the shelf and poured a large glass of red wine, taking a sip I moved to my laptop. Turning it on, and checking recent emails, none of which interested me and needed no reply, then I logged onto my other account, the one that was for me, the one my wife knew nothing about, the one I used when alone.

I quickly checked the emails on my private and secret account, most of which were the usual pointless messages from various sites to inform of new members or new pictures/videos, but fortunately not all the emails were as pointless. There were three person emails, from friends I had made online, or more specifically on sites that offered the pleasures of my sexual desires, that I could not share with my wife. Before I could allow myself the pleasure of reading and replying to these emails I decided I should finish preparing for my planned night of relaxation and pleasure.
Returning to my bedroom, taking another sip of wine, I lay out what lingerie I will wear tonight; Black Basque with six straps to attach stockings, matching Black French Knickers (allowing a little freedom for my cock, which will be erect for most of the night), dark Black stockings with detailed lace trim and finished with 4 inch Black Leather Ankle Boots. Going for a sophisticated, yet suggesting slutty lingerie selection, then removing all of my normal clothes, naked I picked up the Basque....the feeling of against my skin, electrifyingly exciting as I fastened the clasps and pulled it into place, then sitting on the edge of my marital bed...

...where I would normally sleep with my wife, where I had made love to my wife, where I had fucked my wife. And where I had dreamt of sharing my personal passions and desires with my wife, but knowing I couldn’t ...

...sliding the stocking up my leg, standing to attach the fastenings of the basque, sitting again to slide the other stocking up my leg. Slowly running my hands along my leg, savouring the feel of the stocking as it encased my leg, imagining that the hands smoothing the stocking were not mine. Fastening the other stocking to my basque I reached for the French knickers, and stepped into them, slowly raising them up my stocking clad legs until they enclosed my erection, the feel of the lace panties only intensifying my arousal. Leaning forward I place the leather ankle boots on my feet, enjoying the feel the boots and the 4 inch heels, but wishing that I had a pair of full length ‘hooker boots’, black leather boots encasing my legs with my stockings and suspenders showing above the thigh height of the boots....the though of dressing overtly sexual, not sexual, slutty aroused me even more. I wanted to relax and wank. Lay on my marital bed imagining such pleasures dressed as a slut, how I would be used, fucked, abused as a sexual (sissy) plaything for others to abuse and enjoy using. But there was tonight to come, emails to answer and pleasure if even alone, to be had.
Returning downstairs, sat in front of my laptop, dressed in my lingerie feeling deliciously aroused (my arousal evident from the pressure placed on my French Knickers by my erect cock), however aroused I was now, I could not succumb to my desire to pleasure myself, as I knew prolonging it would make all the more pleasurable. I tried to settle myself and concentrate on answering the emails that I had received that need replying to. The first, from John who I had exchanged many emails and chats with and shared similar desires, I was hoping that he was letting me know that he would be able to be online tonight to chat, and it was. He said that he would be online for a while around 9pm and waned to chat as he had a suggestion to make that he wanted to chat about. I had no idea what it could be, but as it was already 8 o’clock, and I had to reply to the two other emails. I read and replied to those emails. One from a man I had only just began communicating with, who stated that he was in a similar situation being married, but with desires for pleasure with other men. He was not as interested in lingerie or being with others in lingerie, but said he was desperate to enjoy the pleasure of another hard cock, in a more submissive role. Though I preferred a more submissive role myself, it was exciting to communicate with him, and possibly at some point if things went well meeting and taking a more Dominant role and enjoying each other. So I replied, and continued our communication, waiting to see where it would lead.
The other email was from a female friend that found the use of men, especially those of the submissive and lingerie wearer type extremely arousing. Though in a relationship, she found it sexually unsatisfying and used the internet to discuss her desires. We had become good friends, sharing desires and experiences and if it had not been for the fact that we lived so far apart, we both agreed that we would have met and experienced some of our shared desires and passions. I replied at length to her email, and the desires she expressed....dressing me like a SLUT, fucking me with her strapon cock, making me ‘Her Bitch’. And her desire to have me receive and enjoy the pleasure of accepting her desire for watersports, making me lick her pussy as she pissed, laid bound in lingerie as she pissed on me. She enjoyed our chats that involved her being Mistress and her being present while I was used and abused by other men. Once I had finished my reply to her, my Mistress, I was even more aroused and desperate for release, but I had another quick email to write.
To John to confirm that I was also available to chat, also adding the fact that I was dressed in lingerie and all alone........