Toys again, here to regale you with stories of my continued degradation for sir. Writing this up with the bimbo hypno going again, because how else can a slut write if not dumb and tremendously horny? In addition, wet, needy, on my knees, on the floor. It’s tremendously uncomfortable. Here’s a series of shorts from recent escapades with my sir. Some of these were written up as messages to redditors or comments on other posts initially, but I hope you don’t mind my reusing content.
**On a Tuesday**
During the next week after last post’s denial frenzy, I was allowed to touch myself all day, but wasn’t allowed to come. I wore a button-up dress to work that day, and I unbuttoned the top buttons so I could pull my tits out and look like a sloppy party favor. Stuck two fingers in my pussy, one in my ass, and squatted over the floor while I fingered myself. I disheveled myself a bit when I got home (dress akimbo, tits out, too-tall heels, panties around my knees) and texted back and forth with him for a bit before I finally called him to ask if I could come. I should have predicted he’d tell me no, but I was probably too horny to be that strategic – “didn’t you think it was odd that I didn’t put any restrictions on you today? I told you you could come yesterday, but that it would be ‘at cost.’ Well, this is the cost, you can’t come today.” “But but but! Does that mean I can come tomorrow?” “Well, maybe, maybe not, depends on how I’m feeling.” “But why does there gotta be consequences? :(” “Iiiii’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that.” “sorry sir, thank you sir”