So … no solo orgasms until Tuesday. This is Your command. After an extensive day of sharing and discussing bondage, boots, and cat suits I’m all revved up and can’t do a darn thing about it.
This is an adjustment for me. I have always … ALWAYS … been responsible for my orgasms and now, they belong to You. The mixture of emotions associated with this command is quite something and, because of the timing, different than if You had issued it at another time.
I was drenched when we were wrapping up today. I had every intention of masturbating at some point before I went to sleep tonight. I was considering when I would find time as I was changing my clothes and then You hit me with this command … I felt as if a huge red rubber stamp had come down on my mons: DENIED.
I was annoyed, bemused, and frustrated … and more than a little aroused, really not what I needed given that I was already exceptionally randy. You followed it up with comments about owning me and therefore owning any orgasm not provided by DH. I’ll be darned if that didn’t amp up my arousal a few more pegs. I was quite literally throbbing by the time I left to pick up LM.
I want a loop-hole. I want a way around this. I swear to Lucifer knowing that I can’t makes me want it more, to which I say a hearty WTF? If You had issued this command yesterday I wouldn’t be having an issue with it. Today, in this state of arousal, I am straining against it. I will obey. I belong to You. All of me, not just the parts which I am comfortable with You controlling. Having this reenforced makes me happier than anyone has a right to be.
And this business of “accidental” orgasms? <snort scoff> Yeah ok. What exactly are these people doing? Accidentally fingering themselves? Uh huh …sure. Imagine Your reaction if I opened tomorrow’s conversation with “Master I accidentally orgasmed last night. I don’t know how. Is just sort of happened. I didn’t mean to.” There would be hell to pay and we both know it. In spite of that, I’ll be darned if I don’t want to don my new satin corset, a pair of boots, some leather and head up to “accidentally” rub one out. “Gee SIR, I tripped and the vibe just fell right into my vagina … funniest thing really … it defied gravity … You should have seen it.”
Today I am grateful for: Online vendors
Today’s funny moment: “Mom, I have a secret life. I live my regular one with you. I can’t say anything else, it’s a secret.”