More Soft Sweater Obsessing

At work last week and this week she of blue sweater fame has been wearing her sexy dark green mohair mix sweater.  Not every day but often enough.  As said before, prolonged chastity makes you acutely sensitive to things.  Having just been thinking about this topic and writing about it on here I recognised on the first day how I was immediately aware of her sweater and just how soft it looked.  I was moving around the office a lot more that day so I saw much more of her – in her invitingly soft and sensual sweater – so I was pretty much obsessing over it all day, so much so that it produced another nocturnal spillage.

The spillage was preceded by dreaming which for once I was able to remember in the morning; or the imagery at least.  A mohair scarf was being twisted and wound around my neck, then pulled tighter and tighter.  The pattern of the twisted scarf matched the pattern of the cabling of her sweater, which gives it an extra depth of softness and makes it cling to her figure, and I saw it was her that was slowly strangling me.  And of course she was wearing the soft green sweater while she was doing it.  The resulting (dream) asphyxia eventually produced an erection and the consequent spillage.  Coming so soon after the last episode it was a pretty pathetic little panty squirt that went something like this:

‘Zzzzzzz… Wha…?  Uh. Oh.  Hhnnn.  Oh, Goddess!’  squit.  ‘Hhnn.  Oh Goddess,’ squit.

Having another wet dream so soon after the last one shows just how deeply this temporary obsession had worked itself into my subconscious.  And when I got to work the next day, with the ache in my balls renewed rather than relieved as is always the way after a spillage, lo and behold she was wearing the sweater in the pic in the previous post.  It’s the exact same sweater except her one has a cowl neck.  So ok, it’s not the ‘exact’ same sweater but it has that length that outlines the first curve of the derriere in softness and I spent another day obsessing over her soft sweater.

The green mohair sweater then appeared several times more to tease and torment me; most recently yesterday.

Perhaps all this poses the question whether it’s right for me to be obsessing over this girl and her soft sweaters when I am the property of a genuine Goddess who by her flawless beauty eclipses her and most other girls; the Goddess who so generously keeps me permanently locked in chastity.  But then Goddess understands perfectly well the effects of chastity.  Goddess knows She doesn’t need to lift a finger to torment me.  She knows that in prolonged chastity I’ll torment myself, or my weak male brain will cause me to torment myself: or any one of countless girls, random girls on buses or even my own staff, will torment me.  Whether I'm tormenting myself or being tormented depends how you look at it.

I like to look at as if this girl was using the phone next to me on my desk yesterday while wearing her sexy soft green sweater and standing with her back to me so I had to look at her (yes, ‘had to’; how could I not?) deliberately just to torment me.  She has quite a good figure and the sweater clings to and follows all the curves, outlining them in deep and invitingly touchable, but completely untouchable, softness and standing about two feet away.

That’s the thing about soft sweaters; they make you want to touch them, to touch and be touched, held.  And so on.  By their very nature they evoke feminine softness and sensuality; they evoke everything I can’t have, everything my Goddess and my chastity deny me, everything my Goddess, and me too for that matter, know I don’t deserve.

Here's an entirely gratuitous soft sweater pic.  Remember it's the sensuality of the sweater we're interested in here.