Since we can’t be together physically during this quarantine, this is the first entry in my log to record each time I masturbate using the toys you sent me.
I wake up to some thoughtful, non-sexual Whatsapp messages from you that put a smile on my face. When I look up from my phone, the first thing I see are the butt plugs on my bedside table, where you instructed me to put them days earlier after they arrived in the mail. They look like decorations but serve as a reminder before bed and in the mornings to train me for the next time we meet. Your morning text and the various pink plugs on my nightstand contribute to the throbbing feeling between my legs.
Normally, I need to get ready for University at this hour. But due to the quarantine I can attend my recorded lectures when I want. I decide to allow myself a later start getting out of bed today. I need the extra time adding your decorative gifts into my routine before cumming. As you said, I need to train my association between the feeling of the buttplug and an orgasm.