“Give me one good reason why I should let you cum tonight, pet.”
“Can I give you a few, Sir?” I smiled, knowing what I wanted to say, but still unsure of myself.
“Ok?” He laughed a little.
“I’m beautiful. I’m worthy. I am loved. I deserve to be happy.” I have been telling myself this each morning and anytime I need to during the day since this weekend. It’s my new mantra.
“Yes you are, pet. And I will think about whether you can cum tonight or not.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice trembled a bit.
I tortured myself last night and woke up wishing for the luxury of an orgasm.
As I do most mornings when I wake up, I ran my hands over my body. I didn’t touch my cunt or my clit. I don’t do it to cum – especially with no permission! I love the feel of my soft skin, my breasts, my ass, my stomach, all of me.
Wanting release badly, I spent the day squeezing my legs together. I went to an eye appointment. The boyishly handsome optometrist casually flirted with me. My pussy tightened. The associate who fits glasses was friendly and chatty, my body hummed. Driving to work, I remembered the last time I sucked His cock and how He exploded in my mouth, how I licked up every missed drop, how I cleaned Him with my tongue. I groaned in the car.
Tonight, while we talked before He went to bed, I grabbed my ass, ran my hands across my hips and thighs, and prayed for a miracle.
“Pet, you need to train that ass tonight. I mean it.”
“Yes, Sir!” Part of me was excited, part of me dreaded it. Working my ass always makes me want to cum, especially when I fuck myself with the vibrator.
A few minutes after we hung up, I received a text message.
“You can cum, but only while DP’ed, pet.”
Finally, sweet release! I guess this means I’m making progress.