I swear, the universe knows when I'm locked in chastity. The very first time I put on my first CB-3000 and went out in public I was driving along, adjusting in my seat. Excited, nervous, hyper focused... and then in the rear view mirror I noticed the attractive woman behind me take out a cigarette and put it in her lips. She dug around in her purse for a while, trying to find her lighter. The light changed. I was staring. She lit her cigarette, looked up, and noticed we were still sitting at the light. She gave me a honk and woke me out of my daze... and then glared for a moment, until she realized I'd been mesmerized by her. And then she gave that little "gotcha" smile, followed shortly by an assertive reverse nod to get moving.
And that was just the first of many. It sure seems flippin personal. Time and time again, I put on the belt and then something out of the ordinary just happens. Yah, maybe I'm more in tune with it. Maybe there's the "hint of desperation" in the air that causes the cutie to sit next to me in her "I'm going to work out right after this black spandex tights" but sheeesh... I mean, c'mon. It just keeps happening. This is no coincidence. These are chastityincidences I tell ya.
Just this Tuesday I woke at 5 AM. Snuck in a quick "good by to you" wank while my wife finalized her packing for her week trip... and then put on my chastity belt. This will be a full 7 days and change. The spare key was given to her friend in case of emergency. The other one left the country on her necklace. Before we got in the car to go to the airport, she gave my CH Cage a quick look over. The smile on my loving keyholder's face is something that is just burned into my mind. It makes the 7 days in lockup all worth it.
I get home from the airport, and someone has sent me this picture of the always beautiful, usually deliciously corsetted Dita.I mean... holy CARP! Dita, all hands on hips, with her perfect lips and raven hair. And that cigarette, perched so deliberately. She's staring right through me. And those nails, wow. Some kind of subtle reverse french manicure, and they look so sharp and the deep red... Gah. Ugh. So much for staying away from temptations! Sheesh.
That's just not fair! What's a kick in the ass about it, the picture is too small. It's crappy quality, but damned so hot... I have to find better. I have to. It's my responsibility as a smoking fetishist. Well... 2 hours later, I've found a bunch of Dita pictures with cigarettes, and holders and cigars... most of which I'd never seen before. Like pics of her perfectly made up, dangling an all white cigarette, and wearing latex gloves. I mean... that's just not fair!!!Dita might just smoke for a pose, but it's a damned fine pose! She has always been a favorite. I consider her to be the single greatest inspiration for corsetry in the last 20 years. Her figure is clearly the result of waist-training, and well... if you google for images of "Dita corset" you can find hundreds of pictures.
Lots of them with her waist well under 20" too, and that's just a rarity. Lots of women seem to think they know what a 20" corset looks like, and occasionally I have read absurd claims from celebs about how small they lace (free publicity, right?) But to really put in the time and commit to lacing down that small (no matter how petite you might be) deserves special appreciation. What's even better in my opinion, is the fact that she is petite enough that she can pull off tight-lacing like that with a flattering corsetry aesthetic IMO. And although Dita doesn't tight-lace like she once did, the effect over the years still clearly shows. Normally the tight lacers end up looking like a pinched in pillow (which is just not flattering IMO.) Dita is proof positive of what a bit of waist training can do for a woman's figure. Although she Anyways... I'm distracted and wandering off of the subject; the subject of the fact that the universe has it out for me. After spending two hours finding way too many yummy delicious Dita pictures (you can support her at her official site dita.net by the way...) I am finally able to calm down enough to get regular paying grown up work done.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Wed starts off the same way. But this time it's Madonna. The woman I've spoken about on this blog a few times, who I generally have considered tragic. She's not looking plasticized like so many celebs these days, but she has been looking more and more like a man. And it just, well... it just weirds me out. Hey, to each their own. And if you like women with arms like a man then have fun. But me... I like women's bodies toned but not all cut up and ripped. That's not a good kind of scary for me. But these shots of Madonna (not to be confused with "Mandonna") showed up, well dahmmmmm. I don't know how recent they are (reportedly from this month's Interview mag) but they sure are hot, very hot.Yum. That hits like 8 of my fetish buttons. The sunglasses, the lips, the heels. Yowza! Leather gloves... I mean, sheesh! Enough already!
It's extra funny considering Madonna over the last 10 years has taken to lecturing other women celebs about how bad smoking is for you. Sure, smoking casually or occasionally is probably no where nearly as bad for your health as smoking constantly and incessantly, but ya can't get too much more "do as I say, not as I do" than to go and lecture against something and then to go light up yourself.
But I won't hold it against her, because she sure looks good.
One last item, and this is totally OT for this, but ties into the previous blog entry's remarks about privacy concerns. There's a new site out there, spokeo.com. It seems they've pulled info from lots of public record sources, as well as other places; even pictures from places like Facebook, Picasa, etc. Fortunately, you can remove your listing(s) by going here and following the instructions here. Pass it along... it's legit - snopes.com.