z , c ושאר ויטמינים

את יומנה של ס', אביא הפעם כלשונו, באנגלית. עמכם הסליחה, אין לי כח חשק או זמן לתרגם, אם יואיל אחד הסאבים החביבים לעמול על תירגומו - אחליף את הטקסט בזה המתורגם לשפת הקודש.... אם כי אני חייבת לציין שיש משהו מיוחד בכתיבתה המקורית באנגלית, שגם עבורה אינה שפת אם.
העיכוב בפירסום נובע מכך שהרישום המקורי נעשה בכתב יד, מאחר ולא היתה לס' גישה למחשב בעת חופשת הכריסטמס בבית הוריה, ורק כעת משחזרה לביתה, היא מעלה אותו למחשב ושולחת אליי.



Dec. 20th

Good enough I had slept too long to catch the early train, as there had to be made serious decisions:
is it really correct to take more female underwear with me than male?
Short decision: YES!

So i packed half a dozen of "prepared" pantyhose, some stockings and suspenders, a black mini-skirt and a very tight jeans skirt, 2 bras (one "cut out", one plain cotton). one of my pantyhose-skirts (white transparent) and a white satin blouse, my pink sandals (with moderate 8 cm heels, which should be broad enough to be silent while walking, but turned out to be creaking later), two bodies, my handcuffs and my earclips.
After i got my freshly shaven legs in another pair of hose, i put on my cb, locked it and put the keys in a pair of rolled up socks into my suitcase. No way to get them on the train!

So i got the train in the afternoon, one cabin after the lock- omotive 😄

It was right there and then, when i noticed, what you got me in for:
a really good-looking woman in skirt and boots took her place one row behind me - this was honestly the first time in my life, i was glad to have her not in my direct viewing-direction!!

It didn't take long for the ruffling and shuffling of the train to get me started and soon enough i was feeling my heart-beat throbbing inside my restricted dick.
The cabin wasn't that warm, so i took the opportunity to use my jacket as a blanket.
i had been thoughtful enough before not to wear any jeans with zipper, as i planned to feel my tube for juices on the train (wouldn't like to get the "Yewells" caught!).

But unbuttoning (and more of that closing afterwards) my fly was really hard work - getting it done unnoticed!

It was then, it occurred to me, there was no way to get the tube out of my fly, even more impossible to touch the curved-down tip of my tube ("moan") without letting my trousers down a fair amount!

So this adventure ended in me thinking about being in chastity wearing trousers isn't practical!
So maybe wearing skirts is not only for all the means of sissification, but mainly to keep it all beautifully accessible???!!!

So all i could do was not to worry too much about the wet strain i felt growing on my left, hose-covered thigh underneath the "shelter" of my trousers!

Sitting on my horny train-ride i discovered a funny thing which will surely make you laugh:
when thinking of you, i'd actually start to THINK in English!
Pawlov's dog would be proud of me - but improving my English wouldn't hurt ... at least not as much as my tube!