--- frank sexual discussion ---
Yeah, OK, i admit it - when i waxed poetic about how i like to feel turned on, how i enjoy the slow simmering of unfulfilled desire, Sir took that to heart. i have not been allowed to cum for days and days, and it's starting to drive me crazy.
Oh, sure, there are plenty of times during the day when i barely even feel it; at work, for example, when i'm involved in a project, or perhaps at home supervising my son's homework. But then again, there are times when it hits me hard, when i'm suddenly so ramped up and turned on and needy that i can hardly even breathe. Now i'm not saying that i'm climbing the walls (yet!), but there are definitely times when i'm just overwhelmed by want and desire, and i'm sorely tempted to flout Sir's rules and make myself cum.
Think about it - fingers rubbing slow circles on the clit, stimulating the nerves and encouraging the blood flow til it swells and becomes so sensitive; more fingers pressing deep into Sir's pussy, slick with juices and slipping in and out, grazing the inner walls and stroking, stroking; feeling the simmer fan into flame and burning and wanting and needing, and finally cresting the edge and falling over, shaking and shuddering and spasming and enjoying the free fall and the panting and the slowing of the racing heart. Hell, YES, i want that!!
i don't do it, of course; i recognize that part of my journey involves obedience, even when it requires self-denial. i proudly wear Sir's token, and i strive to be obedient even when i may not want to. So i wait out the burning, bite my lip and ride the wave, maybe even squirm a bit when it gets really intense. Sir has told me to wait, so i wait. But that doesn't mean it's easy, or comfortable, or that i always enjoy it.
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