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Masturbation Monday

No You May Not #MasturbationMonday

I admit it. I walked in the door drunk. I called him, and I giggled my way through a description of an early, but alcohol-fueled evening with friends. I was drunk…without any permission for more than a single cocktail.

We talked about how turned on I was. We talked about how much I missed him. I told him I was naked and wanting him.

“Touch your pussy, girl.”

Oh! I was wet and hot. My clit was on fire within seconds. I writhed on the bed, my heels digging into the mattress, my legs tangled in the blankets.

I whimpered and gasped. He told me to keep going. I moaned and panted. I whined and begged. He made me beg even more. My thighs trembled. My fingers sank deep into my flesh, shiny, slick wetness coating my skin. Oh God, I needed this, wanted this. It had been so long. Please, Daddy, please can I cum? Please?

“No you may not girl. Get your hand off that pussy.”

Stunned silence. Hips still bucking. Whining and fussing.

“Maybe next time you’ll remember to ask my permission before getting drunk. Right, babygirl?”

Yes, Daddy.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

38 Comments

    • LOL!

      I hardly ever drink. Usually only on these business trips. Last night was a rare occasion when the first drink hit me harder and I allowed myself to cave to pressure from my friends…they had ordered shots of Patron before I even knew what was happening. Three shots of Patron later, I didn’t really care what was happening.

        • That was on top of the mystery “special” I ordered that sounded innocuous but made my head spin after three sips. Oh, and later, there were 2 fruity, sweet martini drinks. So, um…yeah…I brought it on myself.

          • OMG Kayla…you lush! I had a few Manhattan’s last week with Sir while we were out, then I couldn’t finish a Bourbon at the bar we ended up at afterwards. Sir had 4, and still managed a few hours of play, but we were both a little fuzzy the next morning.

          • Sleepy is how I get too. Sir strictly enforces my wine limit so I am available to him at night and not a danger to myself. Giggle. However, I snuck in a second glass last week with friends at dinner and he just laughed at me as I tried to navigate up the stairs to my sewing room. I wisely did not pick up the implements of my trade. Instead I took a bath and sobered up. No sexy time for me either.

  • Soooo sucky. Phoenix tells me, “Rules are love.” I kinda have a love/hate relationship with that statement.

    • Rules are love. And in a perfect world, I would have him here with me to keep me in check. But part of my submission is keeping myself in check because he desires it to be so.

    • Let me wallow in the love/hate for a minute. It’s been a long day of housework and grading. I need a pity party for a sec….ok. I’m over it. Rules are love. Even the ones I hate.

    • I can honestly say I would never actually request permission to get drunk because it’s not something I strive to do…the Patron was the last thing between me and reason…I am truly sorry for my behavior and I’m glad we talked it over and we both have a better understanding of some things we didn’t before. ((HUGS))

  • Don’t feel bad, Kayla. I disappointed my Love Thursday night to the point that he took 10 days off to ‘deal’ with me. 🙁 It happens to all of us.

  • Hmmm I can just picture you moaning, and groaning and wanting it so bad. I love driving a certain very close friend of mine crazy doing that to her. Just about she is to launch to outer space I stop her cold. It is so hot hearing her beg.

    So be a good girl and then I am sure you will be going to the moon soon.

    Len

  • That’ll learn ya’ to get hammered. 😉 It’s death and pestilence if I get in trouble.

    I used to go drinking when I was at the Munches with friends. There is a Spanish wine that they had at Two that the bartender would give to me in a large glass. One and a half drinks and I would be toast. When I first met Jolynn, that is what I was doing; running free and being toast.

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