A Task Well in Hand

--- frank sexual discussion ---


All right, so for anyone who read my previous post, i had talked about the joys of baths ..... and i had planned to indulge myself with a long hot soak.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out quite as i had hoped. i ran out of hot water, so it wasn't nearly as warm as i wanted it. As a consequence, instead of submerging myself for a nice soak, i was able to enjoy the heat for only a few minutes before the water began to rapidly cool. Bummer.

To add insult to injury, when i turned on the jets, THEY didn't work, either. Sigh. So i had a bubbleless, tepid bath. Blech. As a remedy for my poor sick not-feeling-well self, it totally bombed.
i picked up my medicine, took the first dose, discovered i had a fever, treated that, started some laundry, ran the vacuum, blah blah blah.  Nothing fun.

But do you remember me mentioning that i had planned to complete another of Sir's tasks for me?

Around mid-afternoon i went to the bedroom and retrieved the black beads. (Feeling under the weather or not, i have instructions which i am to follow, and since i'm not so ill i can't move, i am carrying out those orders.) So, i laid on the bed and began inserting the beads vaginally. i'm allowed to play a little, to lube things up to make insertion easier, but i'm not allowed to cum during this task. Anyway, after several minutes i had 5 of the beads in place. Then i got up on my knees and began the task of using those vaginal muscles to expel the beads. It's harder than you might think, actually; having to bear down and move them out. After many long minutes one popped free, all slick and warm and covered with juice. Another minute, and the second worked its way free. i admit, i was panting a bit by this point - working muscles you aren't used to using takes a toll, after all. Another minute or so of straining and pushing, and the final three just kind of slid out, all of them shining wetly.

i rolled to my side to rest a little bit.  i was tired, more tired than i ought to have been, more tired than i would have been if i were feeling well, i'm sure. Though honestly, when Sir had me do this the first time, i was physically fine, but i was still kind of tired afterward. i suppose that with more training, those muscles will become accustomed to being used like that, and i won't be so worn out by it. It took me just a few minutes to get everything cleaned up and put away, and then i moved out to the couch to rest again. i was sore, inside - not terribly so, but i could feel that i'd been stretched, and it was a little bit uncomfortable.       

And then, after an hour or so, i discovered an unexpected, not unwelcome, but kind of puzzling thing - i wanted to get fucked. No, seriously. Sir's pussy was just throbbing, aching, needing, wanting to be filled and made to cum. The rest of my body ached in that painful, i-am-so-sick way, and Sir's property just didn't seem to care. It wanted Sir's cock, and tongue, and fingers. It's been about two hours since then, and Sir's pussy is still wanting, still needing. It's a yearning kind of ache,  a searching kind of need. And while it's sort of distracting, and slightly uncomfortable, i'm puzzled
by it, to be honest. Why now, when i'm sick? What's wrong with me?

i suppose nothing is wrong with me, not really, except that i got things rolling by working with the beads, and since the urge has gone unsatisfied, it's just going to intensify. And this may be so wrong of me - but i kind of like it. i kind of like being on edge, having to wait, having to have Sir's participation and permission for relief.  It just reinforces the fact that it all belongs to Him, and i kind of like that, too.