If you are a regular reader I hope you aren’t getting tired of hearing about Donna. John returns home this weekend so things should get a bit back to “normal” (if you want to call anything about my life “normal”). I do have some Kayla updates, perhaps my next post? Until then . . .
I wrote this last night but ran out of time due to my “curfew” so I am posting it now.
Strange(love).
Mike wanted to see the movie Doctor Strange but he knows that type of movie doesn’t appeal to me. So today he said he and Donna were going to go see it tonight. She loves all the Marvel movies.
Convention says I should be jealous. Given I am no stranger to jealousy, it should be a no-brainer that it would rear its’ ugly head – but it did not. I really am not a jealous person, with the glaring exception of what I’ve already addressed in my recent posts.
I was actually excited – very excited. Surprisingly extremely excited. Like, way more excited than I could have ever imagined, and more excited than Mike or Donna was. I proclaimed to both of them, “Awesome, a date night for the two of you!”
They both dismissed my proclamation of it being a “date” and said it was just a movie. I told them they should play it up as a date – go to dinner too. Make an evening of it. I even told them they should go over to her house afterwards for a nightcap (sex). They thought I was being facetious. I assured them I wasn’t. I was genuinely excited for them. Just the thoughts of it made me warm and tingley inside. The whole idea was erotic to me.
They both looked at each other and I could tell that my encouragement was causing them to warm up to the idea of considering it a date. Donna felt compelled to ask John if it was okay, even though he already told us all that with few exceptions, Mike had carte blanche regarding dictating Donna’s activities. None-the-less, this seemed more intimate (as if sex isn’t intimate but dinner and a movie is?). John was good with it.
Mike and Donna were still downplaying it but I was hyped up like a kid in a candy store. I wanted them to have a real “couples” date. I told them they should hold hands while they are out and present themselves as a couple. So what if someone we know sees them. It’s all part of the naughtiness and fun.
I never contemplated a date night for them. While I am not surprised that I am okay with it, I am surprised how excited it made me. Literally got that special tingle in my tummy and in my nether-regions at just the thought of the two of them enjoying the company of the other in a date-like setting. I liked the idea of Mike getting time with Donna in such a setting. Donna is my best friend and while obviously they know each other, having that informal one-on-one time is an opportunity to know each other in a different way. The thought of them having a closer friendship excites me.
With my encouragement they added dinner to their plans. I even cajoled Donna to go home and shower and dress up a bit and wait for Mike to pick her up. I asked Mike to shave and wear something nice too. I convinced them to go to a nice couples-oriented restaurant versus something that is more family fare. I told Mike that just thinking about them holding hands or exchanging a “peck” in public or doing anything couple-like was making me wet. And knowing their date could end with their “night cap,” – oh my, I told them that just the thought of it was making me want to touch myself. It sure got my juices flowing.
Mike gave me an order regarding what I must do while they were out. I can not stay up waiting on them. I am to journal and do my blog if I wish, then put on some nice music, light some candles, and take a long nice bath. Then, get into bed and I am NOT to masturbate (oh no, I am so ready to do that!). He wants me in bed with lights out no later than 9:15. He expects to be home by one or so and would wake me when they got home. He said only then can I masturbate while they watch me.
OMG! I am already wanting to get my hands in my pants just thinking about their night out. Then, having such a relaxing evening will just increase my libido even more. Then, knowing I will get to put on a show for them gives one more exciting thing to anticipate. I can’t wait! Well, it’s getting close to bed time and I need to take my bath. Then it is lights out – and hands out (of my panties). Oh wait, I don’t wear panties to bed. So technically, it is hands off, not hands out – at least until they get home!
This is all so delightfully naughty!
Domestic Discipline, Jenny style! 