The marathon was so much fun, I just wish I could have been available more. I did get to talk to a few of my favorite customers though, so that was nice. I enjoy listening to the stories some of you tell me, how your wives have cuckolded you into being a degraded little panty fag, waiting for the opportunity to be her “clean up” boy. What a life that must be for you. Of course, I can’t help but laugh. Your little shortcomings have brought you to this level in life, you know. Rest assured you would be even more humiliated if I ever got ahold of you.
I have to confess that I’ve been missing the breathless panting in my ear lately, begging me for the mercy of release. Guided masturbation is and always will be one of my favorite activities. Preparation alone is such a wonderful ritual, getting out the lube, lighting a few candles, getting yourself in the mood for me. I do hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I feel as though it’s an intimate dance between us. Sometimes it’s a waltz and other times it’s a tango. But, in the end, I am the lead.
I haven’t heard from my Baby J at all this week. I wonder if he got caught wandering around in his plastic pants and diaper again? The last time I heard from Baby J, he called and I said it was late, he should be in bed. He whined to me, “No, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t go to bed! I’m not sleepy!” I can just picture his thumb in his mouth and stomping his feet incredulously. Hopefully I’ll hear from him this week.
Talk to you all very soon,
Tia
