Tonight's chat reminded me of my previous chastity training with Akasha. My name has changed perhaps for the better so She did not recognize me. It was only five months ago, but I was living in NJ at the time. I was living in a conservative area. Yes, we have a Hooter's so it isn't that squaresville (i have a friend in The Pentagon which i think is really pentagonsville) but the university and the community is pretty straight. So I get this VS task. Miss Akasha gives me a letter to hand to a VS saleslady just before V Day. I had been wearing my CB-6000 for a couple weeks straight at this time. It had been pretty painful what with the cold, freezing weather and there's something about swelling at 2am and 4am. I was new to Akasha's site - well i lurked since 99 but wasn't available. So when the spousal unit and i went our separate ways, i thought i'd give Akasha try and i had read much of the liberation of chastity. So i am given this letter to give. The unknowns were the town i am in and Akasha's imagination.
Now if it was a few years earlier when i was trying to groom a Hooter's girl to be a domme this would have been different. Let me digress a little. I was going to Hooter's for a while and this blonde beauty starts working there. She had this sweet body but mostly a strong personality. Waitresses there make extra points for selling shirts and by the end of an evening everyone bought a shirt from her. I told her with her salesman talents she should be doing something that gets her a commission. Well, one day i thought i'd explore a new realm with her so i addressed her as Miss Kristen a couple times. So she asked why i did that and i replied that i wanted to give her respect and honor or words to that effect. She thought about it and responded that i should refer to her as Princess Kristen. She brought it up in front of her cousins on Halloween and to just about everyone on too many occassions. She did it so often that i started to worry. Anyway they fired her for sleeping with the manager and getting preferential treatment. The place just wasn't the same after that. Of course the manager just gets transferred.
So back to the Akasha tale. I am given this letter i am not allowed to open or read. What am i to do? I was email dommed in the late ninteties and we did some wild things like peeing in a drive thru as you receive your order while looking at the girl in the eye. RI was pretty liberal as it turned out. Another task was to go to a VS or equiv and pick up a bra, panties, and then ask the manager for the right size of nylons. In Newport it was hard to find such a place to I went to a Banana Republic and did as above but it was closing time so I was alone with the manager who was hitting on me like you wouldn't believe. That even included when I was shopping with the gal i was living with.
But this is a famous conservative NJ college town. So to play it safe, i wanted to hand Akasha's letter to my favorite, smart Russian waitress but she was busy, so i handed it to the bartenderess who is a little bossy and a very cute blonde but i didn't have to strong a connection with. She could not put it down. She grinned and laughed so much i thought i'd never get it back. So i asked her if she thought i'd be thrown in jail for it, and she reassured me that it would be okay. A few days later i showed to the ex-Russian and she smiled and giggled as well and almost read it back to me in a sort of "is this for real" way but i stopped her.
So now it is the day of V-day morning. I walk into my local, conservative VS and finally get service. I hand her the envelope and she reads it and quickly proceeds to mechanically walk me through the store handing me a top of line bra and matching panties and then the cami. She seemed weirded out a little and wanted me out of there as quick as possible. Oh well.
I regifted the bra and panties to my NYC gf who appreciated it. She was in WTC during 911 and had to walk 90 blocks to safety but that's another story for another day (sort of like the one with the Baywatch babe i dated for ten years or meeting the son of Ike and Tina at the pool one day.
I really should have gone to NYC for the VS but the schedule interferred with my new gf. So for V-day i arrive with my CB. She wanted me out of it almost immediately. Oh, well, so much for chastity on V-day.
I relayed this story (less the NYC connection) briefly to Akasha and asked if i had permission to read the letter to find out what all the fuss was about but she did not allow me, so i shredded it and tossed it away.
I am curious, a little, what my Hooters girls thought was cute and the VS gal thought was gross. Alas that will always be a mistery since Akasha seems to not to divulge. I did see the envelope made it out west but there was only the receipt for the clothes.
I do know the letter included the chastity belt but don't know much more than that.
Speaking of which, Akasha or Miss Blue suggested as punishment She would send me to a strip club. Well the Sunday before the start of this program I did just that. I found a nice topless club and started prepping for chastity by wearing my CB-6000. I find this cute "singer in a rock band" repleat with an assortment of artsy tattoos. As she is grinding on me, i tell her of my belt and she doesn't believe me. Eventually she believes me and asks me why. So i respond with "for protection" since nothing else seemed to make any sense. Sort of a condom for strip clubs i suppose. In a way it is true. There was an Ashley who i should have sprung it on but i was pretty tapped out at that point. Perhaps this Sunday will be another story.
I also like that i don't have control over this blog. It pleases me to no end that Miss Blue controls my cock and this site. It is feels liberating but i don't know why. It is really an honor.
Miss Lillyana invited her in-law to the chat. That is pretty amazing. Is her in-law available? Boggles the mind.
I like to think i am extremely mucho macho. In my dreams, i suppose. That is if my i can ever have anything other than submissive ones.
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