College Chastity Choice Game 2

In a way, he is right to be. When I saw the notification of the new article on his old blog, I blew my top.

Well, not because he blogged. I don't mind. I didn't mind then, I don't mind now. It's not like he uses our last names or reveals highly personal details.

I was furious for three reasons.

First, I didn't know Mindy didn't see former students. I swear, I didn't. Second, I didn't say yes to go see Mindy. I just agreed that perhaps, it might be a way to shake things up.

Between agreeing it might be a way, and actually agreeing to do it, is a world of difference.

To his credit, Carter admitted he might have twisted my agreement a little. But I might be ready to accept that perhaps, I did see some interest in me in spending a day with Mindy.

And that leaves the third and main reason.

We don't have a dead bed. That is such a horrible expression that doesn't reflect our reality.

I will admit that it looks like one, and that he might feel like we are in one, but we aren't.

Our sex life is simply put on the back burner due to massive stress and adaptation to my new life.

Carter simply doesn't get that.

Let's compare my current life, with the one from last year.

Who cleans the bathroom? A year ago, it was the college. Now? It's us.

Who prepares our lunches? A year ago, we had a meal plan, now, it's us.

Who manages the people I work with? A year ago, it was our teachers, now it's me,

How many hours per week are spent working apart from each other? A year ago, it was about 30 hours, now, it's 50. Why 50? Because I work 9 to 6, and he works 8 to 5. That means that from 8 to 6 each day, we are apart.

Sure, we can eat lunch together, but we are usually rushing, and sometimes, our lunch breaks aren't even at the same time.

How many evenings per week did I work past 4? A year ago, it was one. And on that evening, after supper, I was simply exhausted and unable to function sexually.

Now, it's five times per week. All week! And I work every other Saturday morning!

I do get Monday morning off when I work on Saturday, but that's house cleaning time. I am not really off, you know?

If Carter, after sitting at this desk most of the day, and sitting on a movable stool to help install batteries the rest of the day, is able to function, good for him.

I am on my feet a good portion of the day, only sitting when working in the mouth of patients.

And let's talk about the patients.

I had to practice in college, so I practiced, on college students. Most of which were rather attractive and nice. I often had sex with them afterwards (and in one case, during, but that's another story).

My new patients are much older, uglier, and man do the stupid boomers make passes at me. And not the handsome ones.

So sorry if I am not in the mood after work. Sorry if I am not resilient.

He also paints me as cheap, but did he tell how much he wanted to spend on BDSM furniture? I am talking five digits. Something like twenty or thirty thousand!

And the Spanish lady, she is my friend Rita. We didn't need the second key, and she has a chastity fetish where she tries to lock as many people as possible. She doesn't have the key, so we don't have it, it's sort of like...

Ok, fine, we never had two keys. The TGM keeps one key until graduation. Riley was the key master for Sophia, so she had the second key for all members. I liked that someone else could unlock Carter.

When we graduated, Riley gave me the second key, but I never wanted it. She said to put it with the first one around my neck, but doesn't it defeat the purpose of a safety key?

When Rita proposed to hold on to the safety key, I already knew how happy it would make her. I already knew I could contact her, 24/7 to get it.

Plus, a pair of cutters can cut the lock open. Seriously, it's a non-issue.

What he doesn't say, is that right now, he is really having the time of his life. Not that it excuses my unavailability, but sometimes, he says how great it is that each day is a new duration record in chastity.

Plus, never forget that I did not lock him in chastity. He decided to join the TGM, knowing full well that he would be locked in chastity, before even meeting me.

In fact, after graduation, we talked about chastity, and he insisted that we keep it going.

He blogs like he is a victim of how cold I became, and even paints me as being lazy, watching Netflix in the living room instead of, well, having sex, I take it?

Well, I get home at 6h30, we eat supper, clean up the kitchen, and are available at 7h30.

But here is the thing he doesn't get. He sees a window between 7h30 and when we get to sleep, about two hours later.

I see a house to clean. A lawn to handle. Flowers to plant, clothes to wash.

He complains I don't change my uniform, but guess what, if I do change, it's more clothing to wash at the end of the week!

I know, he's want me naked. I know he does, but then, he starts to fool around, and my mind is on everything that needs to be done around the house.

He will blog back "I'll do it", but here is the thing, he doesn't get home earlier. While he is doing it, we aren't having sex either.

Now, sometimes, I have a better day and in the evening, we do chores. Him on his side, and me on mine, but by the time we are done, I am exhausted and the next day, it starts all over again.

Sure, even two weeks, I have a Monday morning, but often, I use it to shop for things we need. Like wall decorations, toilet plungers, utensils, plates, you know, what you need when you have a house and not a crummy apartment.

His solution is to buy from Amazon, but I like shopping in person, see what I am buying and well, support businesses that actually properly treat their employees. Sue me.

And 48 hours earlier, I am at work, and he can work on the house. At first, he relaxed, but I got him to do some laundry, clean the bathtubs and do some chores.

But it's not enough!

So yeah, when he proposed another weekend at Mindy (not a day, a weekend), I reminded him that we had too much to do at home.

That's when he scaled down for a day. A single day. And yeah, what I actually thought was: if we can do everything in advance, perhaps I could relax for a day.

The one thing I liked was a day without my mental charge of keeping the house clean.

So there. It's not a dead bedroom. I will adapt. I will adjust. And I am barely, but still a little, less and less tired.

Notably, the house is starting to be in a good shape, so that Monday mornings I have off, I might be able to do more. And I am starting to get the handle on my job.

I have hope. But I don't know when it will occur.