Note: There may be a delay; my posts are reviewed before I share them. Further.. from here on out, the style has changed dramatically. One might think that perhaps writing these posts in the moment is .. more fraught than usual. Feedback welcome.
I was off work today, but Sir was busy – I almost followed my instructions for the morning.. but accidentally spent almost twice as much time edging as planned. I started out laid on my back, and let my vibrator run on my favorite cycle, with my legs spread and it balanced on my clit while I re-read a favorite story. I edged once this way, and was gearing up for a second when the vibrator battery ran out >_<
I tried to wait a bit for it to recharge, but I couldn’t wait.. so I grabbed my dildo, flipped over onto my tummy and started grinding and humping down against it. I couldn’t quite get a good rhythm at first, but then I turned it, so that it was oriented like Sir was stood behind me, pressing it against my lips between my legs. I was writhing and gasping and sweating.. and I didn’t make it past 5 minutes before I hit my first edge. They came even more frequently after that first, and I hit another 3 over the next 6? minutes. Then I realized I was getting entirely too close, and flipped back over onto my back. I used the head of the dildo on my clit for another quick edge.. and then spread myself so wide, and started to push the dildo in. At first, even though I was so wet, I could only get the head in, and edged myself with just short little thrusts. But then I was able to work it all the way in, and kept any stimulation off my clit, and just pumped in and out of my pussy for a buzzer beater of a last edge before time was up. But.. when I calmed down, I realized that when I switched toys, I just fully reset my timer.. so I did end up playing for almost twice as long as I should have. I apologized for being a needy slut, and Sir delightfully promised that I’d make it up to him. I’m most curious to know how…
While I’m out and about, Sir sends me a message and tells me to go into a fitting room or restroom to tease myself for 30 seconds – just enough to make sure that I’m staying nice and wet for him, as I should. I unfortunately missed the message, but as soon as I got home, I dropped my bags and pulled out the toy I use most with Sir. I didn’t take off my coat or hat, just pushed the toy down against my clit, set it to my favorite pattern, and straddled the corner of the bed and started humping away. I was moving fast, frantic, and almost immediately started groaning and gasping. My hat fell down over my eyes, and I was HOT and sweaty, but didn’t care, just kept humping mindlessly til I felt myself getting closer to the edge.. I managed to stop, straighten, pull the toy out and go put the groceries away, body still shaking. I told Sir about it while I was in line at the deli later, thinking about meat..
When Sir could talk with me later, he gave me my punishment task for my additional morning playtime – another 15 minutes, stuffed full.. But 15 spanks to my tits and needy pussy for the first 5, and then just slow edging for the remaining 10. Sir also told me he’s going away for the weekend, which made me a little sad, and gave me rules to follow while he was away, including making sure I hydrate! Sir is so mindful of my body in so many ways. The punishment ended up being quite challenging – I was wet, but I couldn’t get wet enough on my own to fit my whole dildo inside.. Thankfully, I had made sure to clarify with Sir, and had gotten permission to use some lube to make sure I was properly stuffed before my punishment.
Kneeling, pussy full (though I was a little unbalanced since my toy does not have a base on which I can balance it) and nipples so hard, I started my timer this time, and my punishment. I spanked as hard as I could – I don’t think Sir would want me to do anything but – but the sting and tenderness was too much after a couple, and while I paused for a moment.. I lost count. I moaned softly.. But re-started. I think that’s the choice Sir would make, too.. I was relentless, this time, not allowing myself breathing room so I didn’t forget again. My body was on fire for a couple of reasons, and I flopped onto my back to continue. I started moving the toy slow at first, and it wasn’t long before I was speeding up, mouth open, back arched, and letting out breathy little moans. I repeated this.. several times. Alternating speeds, pressures, angles, but I just kept flying up to that edge. I ended up having to go achingly slow because my clit was SO sensitive. I kept reminding myself that I wasn’t meant to cum, and breathed and moaned into my pillow while I humped away at the toy.
I kept needing to make sure my clit got NO attention because otherwise I likely would have given in and came. But just slowly pumped away, making my toes curl, as I pictured Sir standing over me, maybe pushing one leg up to rest it on his shoulder to keep me spread wide as Sir fucks me nice and deep.
My moan escapes me again, with a breathless cry as my hips twitch and spasm. I managed to make it to the end of my time though my needy pussy was aching and desperate.. Shuddering and whimpering, I was able to take the dildo out without cumming. I was a mass of goosebumps and tightened, tingly skin. I dozed off almost immediately.