=more camisole, more orgasm denial=

i found another camisole/panty set while reorganizing my lingerie drawer yesterday.
by reorganizing i mean taking everything out, going through it, & putting it all back basically in the same hopelessly jumbled mess it was in when i started.

Anyway, i wore this one yesterday with a pair of high-heeled sandals while fixing Daddy dinner. Later, i wore it while sitting on his lap watching television.

The orgasm denial program is working just great…if you consider that i'm
in a constant state of air-headed sissy heat, practically begging to be fucked anytime
anywhere anyhow by anyone to be great. (I do).
Daddy does.
And to be honest, so do i!
i'm like floating in a 24/7 erotic haze.
All Daddy has to do is touch my sissyclit with the lightest, briefest stroke & i'm
instantly aroused, moaning & squirming & pointing my painted toes, straining for relief.
But no…not yet, Daddy says.
He had me look down last night to see how he was barely touching me with just the edge of the nail on his pinkie.
A pink bigger than my sissieclit, he hastened to add.
God, you would have thought he was  pressing a vibrator
on high-speed against my clittie it felt so intense.

In the old pre-hormone days, i would have surely needed to cum by now. The sheer build-up of seminal fluid would simply have demanded some
kind of milking or i'd be getting seriously backed-up, which is not very good for your urinary tract and all that other plumbing. But since, because of the hormones, i have essentially no seminal fluid anymore,
 i don't have a physiological need (i.e. good excuse) to discharge.  if i produce anything at all, it's just a tiny drop or two of clear sticky stuff that i guess is probably some kind of self-lubricant.

Anyway, this means that i have no good reason to offer as to why i should be permitted to cum. Ever! And my sexy torture can continue indefinitely until Daddy decides he'd like to see me make a sissiecummie
just for the sheer entertainment of it.

"Maybe on some special occasion," Daddy said. "Like Christmas. Or Arbor Day."

i'm pretty sure he's joking. 
But i can't ever be sure with Daddy.
When is Arbor Day anyway?