Tonight's post has 2 parts, and each will be distinct in its content and flavor.

Part 1 - my condition
It has been almost 3 weeks since my last session with Mistress Katya, and this past weekend was more difficult than usual chastity-wise.  It was the last weekend of the show i was doing, and there was one particular young woman in the show, with whom i got along famously (and that's not sarcastic, we actually do get along incredibly well), who also happens to be stunningly beautiful, and dresses in such a way as to stoke many of my fetishes and desires - stiletto heels, stockings, and skirts - this is her everyday wardrobe, not her costume.  She has also taken to using a spot in the dressing room next to mine, and changing into her costume, which starts with stripping down to a bodystocking and then putting on a corset.  i would imagine anyone reading this who knows me would have quite a good idea of the effects all of this would have on me.  So there has been some extra straining against the device this weekend, and in fact, it continues right now as i write this and the images reappear in my mind's eye.  i'm just glad that my device is silicone rubber and not hard plastic - i'd be in some serious pain right now if it were acrylic.

Part 2 - reflections on a holiday
This past Thursday was Thanksgiving.  Having had a wonderful evening having dinner with Mistress Katya on Tuesday, i had particular reason for reflection at Thanksgiving this year.  i'm thankful for many things, but i'll skip the usual (read: mundane) ones and focus here on the relevant one.  i am thankful for Mistress Katya.  Words cannot properly express exactly how i feel.  She is wonderful, and back in June when i had told Her that i wanted something deeper than i had experienced in the scene thus far, i had no idea that it was to blossom into a journey and a relationship that is truly beyond my imagination and beyond what i could have asked for.  She is my Mistress, my friend, my confidant, and my guide.  i am safe with Her, and that is a wondrous feeling.  Even when She is tormenting me or indulging Her more sadistic side, i know i am safe, even though i may be in pain.  There is nothing - no exaggeration, nothing - that She could ask of me that i would refuse.  i am thankful to have Her in my life, and i have, and will continue, to make sure She knows this 365 days a year and not just on Thanksgiving.