The virus lockdown has given me a punishment that I can’t share with any of my housemates. I’m craving relief, but my home, crowded with family, allows me no time alone to unleash the vibrator, or even to play with myself in the bath. Though I lie naked each night next to my partner, he’s unaware I desperately want to be tied, spanked, fingered and fucked. My lust is intense. It’s grown from idle thoughts in the back of my brain, into physical pain, lacking release.
There is, though, the knowledge that a short drive away, lies a man, and a place, willing to control what I crave. A man who, in a previous life, took time to attentively explore my naked body, and learn the subversive needs I have. How many times, while hiding away from the rest of the world, has my pussy quivered on the tip of his tongue? How many sweetly-dirty outfits did he supply? What toys were used to penetrate and pleasure me?