Thinking of Syr

I miss you so much.

I’m wearing my collar just like you told me to. To work and to the grocer, everywhere. I love the feeling it gives me, arousal and safety in a lock around my neck. I am trying to hide it, but I can tell some have seen it. They look at me with questioning, even envious eyes. My desperate imagination has you offering me to them. I can imagine them pulling on my collar, my nipples, my clit. Red-faced, I duck my head in shame and continue on. My pussy is flooded all the time, just from the control you have on me, even in your absence.

Two days is too long.But I am following orders still. My skin is trembling with need everywhere I go. I might cum if someone brushes against me wrong. The plug has been in my ass whenever I left the apartment. My ass is so sore but you want me to be ready when you return.

At night, I lie in bed with just two toys. The longest dildo 10″ and the widest one, a BD Echo. On my back, legs wide , I alternate pummeling my pussy with them. The Echo is a huge stretch, even with the lube and my soppy cunt.

Tonight, I have two hands on the base, jackhammering it into me. My minds eye sees you in the chair across from me. You are loving the show, cock in hand but still waiting for the best part. I’m stretched to the point, I can feel my pulse hammering against the side of the dildo. The widest part pops in and out with a lewd squelching sound. So very very close to cumming, I speed up. I am living dangerously.

You told me no orgasms.

My mind loops through the logic. You’d never know. I can keep a secret.Surely a little relief will help me do better at the other tasks. My head thrashes as I hit the brink.

At the last possible second, I jerk the monster dildo from my body, dropping it and my hands at my side. I hold on for dear life, digging nails into skin as my abused pussy walls clutch at the cool air, striving for release. You’d love watching me whimper as I fight the impending wave. The gape between my legs was exactly what you want to see. If only you were here to see it, to push your hand deep into my gape and give me release. Just the thought makes me squirm more.

The quivering calms. Exhausted, I pull the sheets over me, falling into dreams of when you, my Syr, will come home.

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