This is an adult blog containing frank discussion of sexual situations and BDSM themes. Read at your own risk.
So here we are, Day 7 of my week-long task. Today promised to be the most challenging yet - especially considering that the first thing I became aware of, as I blearily blinked in the early morning sun, was that my body was already was humming. Yes, I woke up already half-horny. Lovely. All right then, so let's get straight to it.
Session 1 took place in my bathroom. I shucked off my pajama pants and perched on the edge of the tub, my knees spread wide, resting on my toes. The first pass of my fingers over my clit had me bending forward with the rush of arousal that spiked through me. One pass. I am in trouble. I bit my lip and started rubbing myself, firm little circles that alternately tugged and pushed against that greedy little nub of flesh. I was surprised at how quickly I was reaching for climax - I was pushing past a level 9 in under 2 minutes, surely. I dropped my feet flat against the floor as my legs trembled, and my free hand gripped the edge of the tub to balance myself. I swayed forward again, letting loose a quiet whimper as my body shivered and I felt my inner muscles contract. I had to stop then, so as not to get too close to cumming. I bowed my head and hoped to God I would survive this day.
Session 2 was very similar - I was upstairs on the couch, again, but kneeling on it with my left arm bent and resting on the top of the couch. My knees were open wide and sinking into the cushions. When I first swiped my fingers across Master's pussy I could feel that I was wet already - and I'd barely even touched myself. I leaned forward and rested my head on my bent arm, pressing my chest against the back of the couch, and began stroking myself. And again, I ramped up to an 8 very quickly, passing on to a 9 in just a few minutes. My breaths became pants and my hips rocked against my fingers as I crept ever closer to orgasm, little tremors shivering through my as Master's pussy grew juicier and trickled over my fingers. I gave my clit one last good firm stroke, and pitched forward as Master's pussy clenched once on emptiness. I gritted my teeth and panted through my nose, feeling like any little movement or even too big of a breath might be my undoing. When I was able to move, my legs definitely felt shaky, and it took much longer for my horniness level to drop back down. Even an hour later, I was still feeling half-way turned on, like a 4 - 5.
Session 3 of the day was a danger zone. I was still at like a 4, and I went back to my bed. I knelt on it and leaned way down, so my upper body was pressing into the mattress with my ass sticking up in the air. When I reached between my legs, my fingers encountered a pool of juiciness which immediately coated my fingers and made them so, so slick. I moaned then, out loud, it just felt so good, the way my fingers skimmed over my clit and slid so freely over my skin. Damn. This session was the first time of the week where I kinda lost track of myself. I didn't think, I just felt, and my body rocked so hard that the bed shook and squeaked. My fingers were heaven and hell, combined, so delicious and pleasurable but yet not enough, never enough. I was definitely a 9+, teetering on the knife's edge, and in my mind's eye my Master was the one fondling his property and driving me relentlessly toward climax, and I writhed on his fingers and thought I'd gladly swallow his cock and suffer the pain of his teeth, and I moaned out loud, "Oh, Sir, yes." The sound of my own voice startled me, as I wasn't consciously aware of speaking, and in that heartbeat I became aware that I was Right There and Going to Fall Over. Oh, shit, shit, shit!! Master will not be pleased! I tore my fingers away and curled them into the comforter, the slick juices on my fingers dampening the fabric. I gasped, and gasped again, and felt Master's pussy tremble and try to contract. I slammed my legs together and fell to my side, curling into a ball and tensing my muscles to try and stave off my climax. It was a near miss, but I did not cum. And let me tell you - it hurt. For quite a while afterward I felt the wetness in my panties and the aching between my legs, and the quivering of my muscles. And I hated it, hated this task, hated having to torture myself like this for days on end, hated the painful result of so much build up and denial.
It took several hours before I was ready to attempt another session. By then I had calmed down, both in body and mind - though not so much in body. I spent the lion's share of those hours still feeling the effects. But at last I couldn't postpone any longer, so back to the bathroom I went. I knelt on one knee on the rug by the tub, planting my other foot to brace myself, and leaned my side against the tub. This way I was plenty steady. I was hesitant at first, too aware of just how close my earlier escape had been. So it was with tentative fingers that I reached down and lightly stroked my clit, testing the waters, so to speak. And yes, there were plenty of waters. It seems my body had not gotten over its earlier experience, and there was a little bit of tenderness when I pressed down firmly. Huh. So not only was I still wet, and still aroused, but now I was a bit sore as well. Great. But Master's will is Master's law, and so I continued on, rubbing myself and shifting my knee over to open up a bit wider. When I felt Master's pussy responding yet again, I bowed my head and bit my lip, letting loose a sigh that was part pleasure and part resignation. Despite my misgivings I couldn't prevent my hips from rocking against my fingers, nor stop my heart rate from speeding up, nor keep myself from feeling more and more aroused. It took longer than the previous attempt - partly because I'd been so tentative in the beginning, I think - but within several minutes I was once again panting lightly and feeling my juices flowing over my fingers, whimpering as my inner muscles clenched and that feeling of tightness deep in my belly began coiling. I continued on until I knew I'd be in danger if I kept going, so with pounding heart and rubbery-feeling legs I got up and half-staggered out of the room.
Slightly less than 2 hours later I was back for session 6. Because I'd been playing so often - and so close to the edge - I hadn't really recovered; I'd spent most of the day feeling wet and ready. And once again, as I squatted and leaned against the wall of the laundry room, my fingers were instantly coated with a goodly amount of slick juices as soon as I reached down and stroked myself. I groaned with frustration and braced my free hand on the wall next to me; this day just might kill me. I grit my teeth as my fingers sped up, driving my level of arousal higher - I reached an 8 within just a minute or so and banged my back off the wall as my hips bucked hard. I moaned at the feeling of desire swirling through me, that all-too-familiar ache coiling between my legs and making my legs feel shaky. My left hand gripped the wall harder as my right hand bore down on my clit, rubbing faster and deeper, need and desire spearing through me in a sharp burst. I tossed my head back and cracked my head against the wall, hard enough that tears came to my eyes and I lost my balance, tipping over onto my left side in an inglorious heap. Ouch. I rubbed the sore spot on my head and laughed, weakly, in between shallow gasps for breath. Like I said - this day just might kill me.
And at long last, after 7 days and 27 separate masturbation sessions, I came to the final time; # 7 for today, # 28 for the week. I settled myself comfortably in a recliner and set it to the fully reclined position, then shimmied my pants down below my knees. I hiked my shirt up a bit, also, enough that I could snake my hand under it and reach my nipples. I eased my right hand down between my legs and started stroking my clit, slowly, languidly, no rush or hurry. At the same time I used my left hand to tweak my nipples, teasing them with the pads of my fingers, lightly pinching them, drawing little circles around them. In just a few minutes, thanks to the dual stimulation, I was feeling highly aroused, past a level 8 and closing in on 9. I sighed and whimpered as my fingers danced and teased, and Master's pussy produced a new gush of slick juices. My hips bucked under my fingers, my nipples were pinched and stroked in turn, and I moaned softly as a new wave of desire flooded through me. My thoughts grew fuzzy as the level of my arousal grew, and I panted and rocked and made the chair squeak in protest. I spiraled higher, building toward climax, my heart racing and my breaths coming shallow and quick. I closed my eyes as my hips bucked up hard, once, twice, a third time, and I knew that if I continued much longer, I would cross the line, and that just would not do. Regretfully, I pulled my hands free, curling them into fists in my lap while I waited for my heart to slow and my breaths to calm. I tugged my pants back into place, and then it hit me - I was done. I had completed the task Master had set for me. I tilted my head back and smiled. And even now, a full hour later, my brain is still a bit fuzzy, and my body is humming with mid-level arousal. I am tired, worn, feeling stretched thin, but I have succeeded.
And that feels good.
Friday, April 25, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Day 6
This is an adult blog containing frank discussion of sexual situations and BDSM themes. Read at your own risk.
So I've made it to Day 6 of my week-long task, relatively intact. I've had a couple close calls in the previous 5 days, and I have spent most of today in various stages of arousal and denial. It hasn't exactly been a fun day.
I started off in the shower again this morning; such a lovely way to begin the day, don't you think? I propped my left foot up on the ledge and braced my left hand on the shower wall, then used my right hand to rub my clit. I stoked myself harder when I felt the excitement start to bubble up, driving myself to a higher level on the horniness scale .... a 7, an 8, a 9. My leg began to tremble but I kept on rubbing, taking myself closer to the edge of control. The fingers of my left hand tried digging into the slick sides of the shower as I hovered on the edge. And then I let my fingers fall away from my body, and stood on trembling legs to finish my shower.
In order to fit in all 6 sessions today, I knew I had to masturbate about once every two hours or so - that's a 12-hour time frame. So the next opportunity was at the office, about mid-morning, in the only bathroom in the building. I dropped my trousers to my ankles and squatted with my back to the wall, then dove in. As I was a little bit slick yet form the shower session, it took just a couple minutes to feel myself reaching toward climax. And let's face it - I've been teasing myself for days now. Days. Of course my body is primed, and hoping to be allowed to feel completion. So in just a couple minutes more, I was hovering too close to the edge for my peace of mind. My hips bucked and my back bumped the wall, once, twice, a third time, and I felt that I was losing control. I stopped then, and noticed my fingers were shaking. I managed to put my clothes to rights and exit, but I felt a bit wobbly.
I left the at noon - hooray!! - and went to the mall to pick up my now-fixed computer. In the mall, I stopped in the restroom, and since no one else was in there, I decided to have my third session of the day. Now, getting one's self off in a public restroom is creepy, and icky, and I felt apprehensive about having someone walk in - even though I was safely ensconced in a stall. By spreading my feet apart, I could hold my slacks at my knees, so there was no danger of them hitting the floor. Ick. My fingers stole down between my legs and carefully slipped into place, stroking and rubbing and swirling, and again, it was only a couple of minutes before I felt myself growing wet and aroused. I kept swaying on my feet as my body rocked and I had to keep correcting my balance (but there was no way I wanted to touch or lean against the sides of the stall), and I hit level 8 almost immediately. Moving on toward a 9 wasn't difficult; I know I whimpered a couple of times and bit my lip to try and stifle my moans. My body bowed forward and I had to take a little step to adjust; I had a hard time standing up as the intensity built and my fingers dug deeper. At last I felt a shudder sweep through me and I knew I was getting too close. I had never ever felt like I wanted to have sex in a public bathroom, but right then I almost would have agreed. I made my escape before I could cross the line. And it took quite a bit longer to settle my breathing this time. It's like, increasing the frequency also increases the amount of recovery time I need. Or maybe it's just that I keep stopping before climax, so my whole body is getting annoyed with me.
I got my laptop back and did a bit of shopping, then headed home. I threw some laundry in and took care of my purchases, and by then another couple hours had elapsed, so it was time for #4. I got all comfy on my bed with my knees bent, my feet flat on the bed, and indulged in a little bit of fun play. I played with my nipples, I made a few teasing passes across my clit and then backed off to run my fingernails along the skin of my legs.I shivered then, and the arousal that built up was both the same and different as before; it was just as hungry, just as needy, but more relaxed, if that makes sense. I suppose it's because I was in a safe place with more time to actually enjoy it. In any case, I felt that I really enjoyed it more than most of the previous sessions. I reached level 9 in short order and wondered how close could I really get? I'd had a couple close calls, yes, but could I get within a hair's breadth and still be able to back off? I didn't know. And I didn't want to tip over and be subject to punishment, either. So I played, and I panted and whimpered and let myself moan out loud, and squeezed my breast and tweaked my nipple, and felt a flare of desire, so sudden and so strong, that my breath caught on a gasp and my heart galloped in my chest. My back arched up and my hips bucked hard, and I gripped the comforter in my fist and held on tight, because for a moment there I didn't know if I could stop. God damn, but that scared me. I froze then, and held my breath and waited, and felt Sir's pussy throbbing and tingling and aching so, so fiercely, and I trembled. I teetered there, my hand fisted in the comforter, my other hand splayed out on my leg, not daring to move, and I wondered if I had called Sir right then, and begged him, would he have allowed me to cum? Probably not. And then, thank God, the pressure eased and I slowly relaxed and began breathing again. That was far, far too close a call. I got up and dressed as quickly as I was able, with my shaky legs and nerveless fingers, and resolved not to push the edge quite so far.
And because it had been such a near thing, I waited several hours before daring to commence with session #5. I steered clear of the bed - too tempting! - and instead chose the couch in the upstairs sitting room. I sat down and leaned back, unzipping my pants and slipping my hand inside. I was still moist, which surprised me; apparently my body had not completely let go of its last brush with climax. Hmm. I slouched back against the cushions and sighed as my fingers got busy and I relaxed into a quiet kind of arousal, a 5, a 6, a 7, then higher to an 8. Oh, yeah, stroke just like that, right like that, and in a handful of minutes I was feeling all revved up again, a 9+. I was wary of skirting too close to the edge, but at the same time, I definitely wanted to get close to it. So I played, and rubbed, and sighed, and then there it was, that fluttering feeling deep in my belly, and my hips rocked and I sucked in a huge breath and shuddered with a not-quite-unexpected full-body arching. If I'd had permission to cum I would have kept going, as I was sure it would have taken only another minute to cross that line. And I wanted to, I really did; having been so very close earlier, and having spent all this week teasing and playing and being denied, I really wanted to finally find release. But having come too close last time, and not wanting to risk punishment, I reluctantly pulled my hand out of my pants and waited for my heart beat to slow and my ragged breaths to even out. One more session to go .... I'm not loving this task any more.
My 6th and final session of the day occurred where my day began - in my bathroom. I knelt on the floor, with one foot tucked under me and the other flat to support me floor. I bowed my head as my fingers found Sir's pussy again, and the thought crossed my mind that I can't keep doing this. My arm twinged as I stroked myself - using it so often has made the muscles sore, believe it or not. I rocked back and forth as my fingers stroked faster, and I closed my eyes and whimpered as the all-too-familiar feeling of desire built deep in my belly. I reached an 8 really quickly, in less than a minute, and then I debated with myself - would it be worth it to deliberately cross the line and end up punishing myself? I hit a 9 then, the ache I felt to cum was so strong, and so insistent, and I moaned out loud there on the bathroom floor in discomfort and need. Yes, I'd crawl across the floor, wear my bit, let Master apply a dozen clothespins to my nipples or pussy lips if only he would tell me it's okay to cum. I writhed on my fingers and twisted on my knee, and pitched forward so sharply I instinctively flung out both hands to catch myself. And then I stayed there on my hands and knees, and sniffled, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes because I was so frustrated, and so tired of putting myself through this. 6 times today - 18 times so far this week - I have stimulated myself to the edge of orgasm, and every one of those times has ended with me being left hanging and having to push down and ignore my body's aching. A couple of those times have been worse than the others, to be sure. I only hope I can make it successfully through tomorrow's challenge.
So I've made it to Day 6 of my week-long task, relatively intact. I've had a couple close calls in the previous 5 days, and I have spent most of today in various stages of arousal and denial. It hasn't exactly been a fun day.
I started off in the shower again this morning; such a lovely way to begin the day, don't you think? I propped my left foot up on the ledge and braced my left hand on the shower wall, then used my right hand to rub my clit. I stoked myself harder when I felt the excitement start to bubble up, driving myself to a higher level on the horniness scale .... a 7, an 8, a 9. My leg began to tremble but I kept on rubbing, taking myself closer to the edge of control. The fingers of my left hand tried digging into the slick sides of the shower as I hovered on the edge. And then I let my fingers fall away from my body, and stood on trembling legs to finish my shower.
In order to fit in all 6 sessions today, I knew I had to masturbate about once every two hours or so - that's a 12-hour time frame. So the next opportunity was at the office, about mid-morning, in the only bathroom in the building. I dropped my trousers to my ankles and squatted with my back to the wall, then dove in. As I was a little bit slick yet form the shower session, it took just a couple minutes to feel myself reaching toward climax. And let's face it - I've been teasing myself for days now. Days. Of course my body is primed, and hoping to be allowed to feel completion. So in just a couple minutes more, I was hovering too close to the edge for my peace of mind. My hips bucked and my back bumped the wall, once, twice, a third time, and I felt that I was losing control. I stopped then, and noticed my fingers were shaking. I managed to put my clothes to rights and exit, but I felt a bit wobbly.
I left the at noon - hooray!! - and went to the mall to pick up my now-fixed computer. In the mall, I stopped in the restroom, and since no one else was in there, I decided to have my third session of the day. Now, getting one's self off in a public restroom is creepy, and icky, and I felt apprehensive about having someone walk in - even though I was safely ensconced in a stall. By spreading my feet apart, I could hold my slacks at my knees, so there was no danger of them hitting the floor. Ick. My fingers stole down between my legs and carefully slipped into place, stroking and rubbing and swirling, and again, it was only a couple of minutes before I felt myself growing wet and aroused. I kept swaying on my feet as my body rocked and I had to keep correcting my balance (but there was no way I wanted to touch or lean against the sides of the stall), and I hit level 8 almost immediately. Moving on toward a 9 wasn't difficult; I know I whimpered a couple of times and bit my lip to try and stifle my moans. My body bowed forward and I had to take a little step to adjust; I had a hard time standing up as the intensity built and my fingers dug deeper. At last I felt a shudder sweep through me and I knew I was getting too close. I had never ever felt like I wanted to have sex in a public bathroom, but right then I almost would have agreed. I made my escape before I could cross the line. And it took quite a bit longer to settle my breathing this time. It's like, increasing the frequency also increases the amount of recovery time I need. Or maybe it's just that I keep stopping before climax, so my whole body is getting annoyed with me.
I got my laptop back and did a bit of shopping, then headed home. I threw some laundry in and took care of my purchases, and by then another couple hours had elapsed, so it was time for #4. I got all comfy on my bed with my knees bent, my feet flat on the bed, and indulged in a little bit of fun play. I played with my nipples, I made a few teasing passes across my clit and then backed off to run my fingernails along the skin of my legs.I shivered then, and the arousal that built up was both the same and different as before; it was just as hungry, just as needy, but more relaxed, if that makes sense. I suppose it's because I was in a safe place with more time to actually enjoy it. In any case, I felt that I really enjoyed it more than most of the previous sessions. I reached level 9 in short order and wondered how close could I really get? I'd had a couple close calls, yes, but could I get within a hair's breadth and still be able to back off? I didn't know. And I didn't want to tip over and be subject to punishment, either. So I played, and I panted and whimpered and let myself moan out loud, and squeezed my breast and tweaked my nipple, and felt a flare of desire, so sudden and so strong, that my breath caught on a gasp and my heart galloped in my chest. My back arched up and my hips bucked hard, and I gripped the comforter in my fist and held on tight, because for a moment there I didn't know if I could stop. God damn, but that scared me. I froze then, and held my breath and waited, and felt Sir's pussy throbbing and tingling and aching so, so fiercely, and I trembled. I teetered there, my hand fisted in the comforter, my other hand splayed out on my leg, not daring to move, and I wondered if I had called Sir right then, and begged him, would he have allowed me to cum? Probably not. And then, thank God, the pressure eased and I slowly relaxed and began breathing again. That was far, far too close a call. I got up and dressed as quickly as I was able, with my shaky legs and nerveless fingers, and resolved not to push the edge quite so far.
And because it had been such a near thing, I waited several hours before daring to commence with session #5. I steered clear of the bed - too tempting! - and instead chose the couch in the upstairs sitting room. I sat down and leaned back, unzipping my pants and slipping my hand inside. I was still moist, which surprised me; apparently my body had not completely let go of its last brush with climax. Hmm. I slouched back against the cushions and sighed as my fingers got busy and I relaxed into a quiet kind of arousal, a 5, a 6, a 7, then higher to an 8. Oh, yeah, stroke just like that, right like that, and in a handful of minutes I was feeling all revved up again, a 9+. I was wary of skirting too close to the edge, but at the same time, I definitely wanted to get close to it. So I played, and rubbed, and sighed, and then there it was, that fluttering feeling deep in my belly, and my hips rocked and I sucked in a huge breath and shuddered with a not-quite-unexpected full-body arching. If I'd had permission to cum I would have kept going, as I was sure it would have taken only another minute to cross that line. And I wanted to, I really did; having been so very close earlier, and having spent all this week teasing and playing and being denied, I really wanted to finally find release. But having come too close last time, and not wanting to risk punishment, I reluctantly pulled my hand out of my pants and waited for my heart beat to slow and my ragged breaths to even out. One more session to go .... I'm not loving this task any more.
My 6th and final session of the day occurred where my day began - in my bathroom. I knelt on the floor, with one foot tucked under me and the other flat to support me floor. I bowed my head as my fingers found Sir's pussy again, and the thought crossed my mind that I can't keep doing this. My arm twinged as I stroked myself - using it so often has made the muscles sore, believe it or not. I rocked back and forth as my fingers stroked faster, and I closed my eyes and whimpered as the all-too-familiar feeling of desire built deep in my belly. I reached an 8 really quickly, in less than a minute, and then I debated with myself - would it be worth it to deliberately cross the line and end up punishing myself? I hit a 9 then, the ache I felt to cum was so strong, and so insistent, and I moaned out loud there on the bathroom floor in discomfort and need. Yes, I'd crawl across the floor, wear my bit, let Master apply a dozen clothespins to my nipples or pussy lips if only he would tell me it's okay to cum. I writhed on my fingers and twisted on my knee, and pitched forward so sharply I instinctively flung out both hands to catch myself. And then I stayed there on my hands and knees, and sniffled, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes because I was so frustrated, and so tired of putting myself through this. 6 times today - 18 times so far this week - I have stimulated myself to the edge of orgasm, and every one of those times has ended with me being left hanging and having to push down and ignore my body's aching. A couple of those times have been worse than the others, to be sure. I only hope I can make it successfully through tomorrow's challenge.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Day 5
This is an adult blog containing frank discussion of sexual situations and BDSM themes. Read at your own risk.
All right, a quick recap of my latest task; Master decided that for a solid week I am to engage in masturbation sessions of increasing frequency, to be performed in different locations as prescribed by a list he gave me. As today is the 5th day of the task, I had to stimulate myself 5 times, without ever being allowed to cum. In the 4 previous days I had fulfilled all of the prescribed locations, so today I got to choose.
I started the day off in the shower. I love the feeling of warm water cascading over me, the way it slides down my body, the slippery feel of soapy skin. My fingers stroked my clit just so, as I braced myself against the wall and bowed my back under the shower spray. The water beat against my body as I stroked and rocked and panted, my wet hair plastered to my face. I felt myself pitch forward as I clung to the edge of climax, and after I pulled my hand away I had to stand on shaky legs for several minutes before I could climb out of the shower to towel off. And I cursed Master in the privacy of my head for setting me up like this.
I arrived at work still feeling a little aroused, so session 2 took place there at my desk. I opened my legs as wide as I could while wearing slacks, then leaned back in my chair and let myself play. I was the first one there so I let myself moan and sigh and squirm. I ramped up to a level 8 right away and got a bit carried away, since the slamming of a car door startled me; one of my coworkers had arrived and I hadn't noticed. Oops. I snatched my hand out of my pants just before she opened the door, and sat there trying to look cool and composed despite my pounding heartbeat. I had to wait until she ducked into the hall to clock in before I could zip my slacks back up.
I left work early today and took my malfunctioning laptop to be fixed. After dropping it off, I sat in my car in the parking lot for session 3. It was cool out, overcast and grey, and I jumped a little when my cold fingers touched Master's pussy. I shivered, actually, but my fingers quickly warmed as I rubbed circles on my clit, that little nub of flesh spreading tingles through my body as my arousal built. I propped my elbow on the edge of the window and rested my chin in my palm. I panted through my fingers as I bore down on my clit with my other hand. I passed an 8, then tipped a 9,my hips were rocking steadily against my fingers and I had
the fleeting thought that I hoped the car was not shaking.
I felt myself shudder and wished that Master was there, pinning my hands above my head, his finger stroking me, not letting up until I exploded over his fingers. God, I wanted that.
I drove straight to the fitness center then, my breathing still erratic, my body tingling and Master's pussy aching fiercely in denial, again. My circuit training helped work out some of the tension in my body, and I was panting for a different reason when I finished. But I was still kinda ramped up, and session 4 took place as soon as I arrived at home. I stripped off my sweaty gym clothes, tossing them into the clothes basket, and pulled my white camisole back on. Then I knelt on the floor, my knees parted, and immediately began working my clit. I quickly got back to an 8, as I had never quite recovered from the last session, and leaned down, bracing my free hand on the floor. I felt my hips rock, again, and my heart pounded, again, and I got to level 9 .... and I didn't want to stop. I had spent a good chunk of the day in some level of arousal, and I was tired of being denied over and over. I dropped my hand and sat back up, but I was frustrated and unhappy - and I knew I had one more session to go.
For my 5th session, I chose to be as comfortable as possible, so I laid down on my bed. I like to bend my knees and press the soles of my feet together; that opens me up wide without straining any of my joints. My arm felt tired from being used so much, so I started out slowly, gently, taking time to play and enjoy instead of rushing right to high intensity. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting my fingers rub in lazy circles on my clit. Oh, yeah, that felt good. Mmmm. I felt myself heating up, arousal swirling through me, but languidly, peacefully, no hurry. But yes, there it was, the building of need, level 7, level 8, level 9. I tossed my head and rubbed myself faster, building up even more tension, more desire. I moaned softly then, and bucked my hips up. My arm ached, but I ignored it, being too wrapped up in the waves of desire rippling through me. 5 days of this, of skirting the edge of climax, and I wanted so badly to cum, to fall over that edge and revel in orgasmic bliss. What would I do to be allowed release? I gasped and panted and thought rather recklessly that I might even volunteer to wear a half-dozen stripes from Master's cane, if only he would let me cum .......
but he was not there to ask, so with one last stroke I pulled my hand away, curling into a ball and clenching my hands into fists while Master's pussy ached and throbbed, and I felt shaky and so, so frustrated. Just thinking about the next 2 days made me want to cry. Being horny nearly continuously is not as much fun as it sounds like.
All right, a quick recap of my latest task; Master decided that for a solid week I am to engage in masturbation sessions of increasing frequency, to be performed in different locations as prescribed by a list he gave me. As today is the 5th day of the task, I had to stimulate myself 5 times, without ever being allowed to cum. In the 4 previous days I had fulfilled all of the prescribed locations, so today I got to choose.
I started the day off in the shower. I love the feeling of warm water cascading over me, the way it slides down my body, the slippery feel of soapy skin. My fingers stroked my clit just so, as I braced myself against the wall and bowed my back under the shower spray. The water beat against my body as I stroked and rocked and panted, my wet hair plastered to my face. I felt myself pitch forward as I clung to the edge of climax, and after I pulled my hand away I had to stand on shaky legs for several minutes before I could climb out of the shower to towel off. And I cursed Master in the privacy of my head for setting me up like this.
I arrived at work still feeling a little aroused, so session 2 took place there at my desk. I opened my legs as wide as I could while wearing slacks, then leaned back in my chair and let myself play. I was the first one there so I let myself moan and sigh and squirm. I ramped up to a level 8 right away and got a bit carried away, since the slamming of a car door startled me; one of my coworkers had arrived and I hadn't noticed. Oops. I snatched my hand out of my pants just before she opened the door, and sat there trying to look cool and composed despite my pounding heartbeat. I had to wait until she ducked into the hall to clock in before I could zip my slacks back up.
I left work early today and took my malfunctioning laptop to be fixed. After dropping it off, I sat in my car in the parking lot for session 3. It was cool out, overcast and grey, and I jumped a little when my cold fingers touched Master's pussy. I shivered, actually, but my fingers quickly warmed as I rubbed circles on my clit, that little nub of flesh spreading tingles through my body as my arousal built. I propped my elbow on the edge of the window and rested my chin in my palm. I panted through my fingers as I bore down on my clit with my other hand. I passed an 8, then tipped a 9,my hips were rocking steadily against my fingers and I had
the fleeting thought that I hoped the car was not shaking.
I felt myself shudder and wished that Master was there, pinning my hands above my head, his finger stroking me, not letting up until I exploded over his fingers. God, I wanted that.
I drove straight to the fitness center then, my breathing still erratic, my body tingling and Master's pussy aching fiercely in denial, again. My circuit training helped work out some of the tension in my body, and I was panting for a different reason when I finished. But I was still kinda ramped up, and session 4 took place as soon as I arrived at home. I stripped off my sweaty gym clothes, tossing them into the clothes basket, and pulled my white camisole back on. Then I knelt on the floor, my knees parted, and immediately began working my clit. I quickly got back to an 8, as I had never quite recovered from the last session, and leaned down, bracing my free hand on the floor. I felt my hips rock, again, and my heart pounded, again, and I got to level 9 .... and I didn't want to stop. I had spent a good chunk of the day in some level of arousal, and I was tired of being denied over and over. I dropped my hand and sat back up, but I was frustrated and unhappy - and I knew I had one more session to go.
For my 5th session, I chose to be as comfortable as possible, so I laid down on my bed. I like to bend my knees and press the soles of my feet together; that opens me up wide without straining any of my joints. My arm felt tired from being used so much, so I started out slowly, gently, taking time to play and enjoy instead of rushing right to high intensity. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting my fingers rub in lazy circles on my clit. Oh, yeah, that felt good. Mmmm. I felt myself heating up, arousal swirling through me, but languidly, peacefully, no hurry. But yes, there it was, the building of need, level 7, level 8, level 9. I tossed my head and rubbed myself faster, building up even more tension, more desire. I moaned softly then, and bucked my hips up. My arm ached, but I ignored it, being too wrapped up in the waves of desire rippling through me. 5 days of this, of skirting the edge of climax, and I wanted so badly to cum, to fall over that edge and revel in orgasmic bliss. What would I do to be allowed release? I gasped and panted and thought rather recklessly that I might even volunteer to wear a half-dozen stripes from Master's cane, if only he would let me cum .......
but he was not there to ask, so with one last stroke I pulled my hand away, curling into a ball and clenching my hands into fists while Master's pussy ached and throbbed, and I felt shaky and so, so frustrated. Just thinking about the next 2 days made me want to cry. Being horny nearly continuously is not as much fun as it sounds like.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Day 4
This is an adult blog containing frank discussion of sexual situations and BDSM themes. Read at your own risk.
So it's Day 4 of my weeklong task, and I am beginning to really struggle. I am afraid of what the next few days will be like.
My first masturbation session took place in front of a mirror. I chose to use the mirror in my office rest room, as it's quite large. I watched myself respond to my questing fingers, noting the way my back arched and my hips pushed forward, seeking even more contact. I saw how my skin flushed as my heart beat faster and my breathing picked up. I'm not one to admire myself, but I admit to being pleased with the way my reflection moved and trembled and bucked. I took myself to the edge, to a level 9 for sure, where I knew I would cum if I didn't stop right now. Then I leaned against the door and panted and ached and thought that my legs might not hold me up. Damn.
My second session of the day was in the parking lot of my son's school. I felt a little creepy, to be honest, with my hand in my panties as kids - and a couple of parents - walked past my car. It was warm, and between rain showers, so I had the windows half-way down, and I could hear the voices of those who passed me. My fingers stroked my clit in relentless circles, faster and harder, and I pressed my head back against the seat and bucked my hips up and moaned softly. Definitely a 9+ on the horniness scale. Oh, God, I wanted to cum, I could feel my climax hovering just right there ..... my body shuddered and for one heart-stopping moment I thought I might not be able to stop. Shit, shit, shit. I wished that Master was there, so I could beg him for permission to cum. I was so close it actually hurt, and that deep ache lasted for quite a while.
My third session took place in front of a window. I felt rather uncomfortable about that, truth be told. I'm not really an exhibitionist. But it was on Master's list, so I had to comply. I kept my blouse on, though; there was no requirement to be totally naked. I propped one knee on a chair and leaned one hand on the window frame to support myself. My body was still humming from my earlier session, so it took only a few minutes to ramp right back up to an 8-9 level. My leg was shaking, my arm sore from using it so much these past few days, and my body bowed forward when the first fluttering tendrils of impending climax tingled through me. I would have happily crawled on my hands and knees to sit at Master's feet, if only he would stroke his pussy and grant his whore release. I lifted my head, my breath coming in gasps, and saw a couple out walking their dog on the road in front of the house. My fingers curled into the window frame as I trembled and groaned and throbbed, being denied a third time.
For my fourth session, I had to choose a room that was not my bedroom or bathroom. Since I had laundry going anyway, I chose the laundry room. As the washer spun, I leaned back against the wall with my knees slighly bent, giving my fingers full access. As before, I hadn't yet totally recovered from my earlier sessions, so in just a few strokes I
was highly aroused and building toward climax. I dropped my head back against the wall as my hips rocked and my legs trembled. I quickly passed a level 9 and took a shaky breath as I dared push myself just a little bit further. My body snapped forward and I tore my hand away just in time. I groaned in frustration then; 3 more days of this is going to drive me insane. I curled into a ball on the floor and shook and waited for the awful tension to pass.
Yup, 3 more days ..... God help me.
So it's Day 4 of my weeklong task, and I am beginning to really struggle. I am afraid of what the next few days will be like.
My first masturbation session took place in front of a mirror. I chose to use the mirror in my office rest room, as it's quite large. I watched myself respond to my questing fingers, noting the way my back arched and my hips pushed forward, seeking even more contact. I saw how my skin flushed as my heart beat faster and my breathing picked up. I'm not one to admire myself, but I admit to being pleased with the way my reflection moved and trembled and bucked. I took myself to the edge, to a level 9 for sure, where I knew I would cum if I didn't stop right now. Then I leaned against the door and panted and ached and thought that my legs might not hold me up. Damn.
My second session of the day was in the parking lot of my son's school. I felt a little creepy, to be honest, with my hand in my panties as kids - and a couple of parents - walked past my car. It was warm, and between rain showers, so I had the windows half-way down, and I could hear the voices of those who passed me. My fingers stroked my clit in relentless circles, faster and harder, and I pressed my head back against the seat and bucked my hips up and moaned softly. Definitely a 9+ on the horniness scale. Oh, God, I wanted to cum, I could feel my climax hovering just right there ..... my body shuddered and for one heart-stopping moment I thought I might not be able to stop. Shit, shit, shit. I wished that Master was there, so I could beg him for permission to cum. I was so close it actually hurt, and that deep ache lasted for quite a while.
My third session took place in front of a window. I felt rather uncomfortable about that, truth be told. I'm not really an exhibitionist. But it was on Master's list, so I had to comply. I kept my blouse on, though; there was no requirement to be totally naked. I propped one knee on a chair and leaned one hand on the window frame to support myself. My body was still humming from my earlier session, so it took only a few minutes to ramp right back up to an 8-9 level. My leg was shaking, my arm sore from using it so much these past few days, and my body bowed forward when the first fluttering tendrils of impending climax tingled through me. I would have happily crawled on my hands and knees to sit at Master's feet, if only he would stroke his pussy and grant his whore release. I lifted my head, my breath coming in gasps, and saw a couple out walking their dog on the road in front of the house. My fingers curled into the window frame as I trembled and groaned and throbbed, being denied a third time.
For my fourth session, I had to choose a room that was not my bedroom or bathroom. Since I had laundry going anyway, I chose the laundry room. As the washer spun, I leaned back against the wall with my knees slighly bent, giving my fingers full access. As before, I hadn't yet totally recovered from my earlier sessions, so in just a few strokes I
was highly aroused and building toward climax. I dropped my head back against the wall as my hips rocked and my legs trembled. I quickly passed a level 9 and took a shaky breath as I dared push myself just a little bit further. My body snapped forward and I tore my hand away just in time. I groaned in frustration then; 3 more days of this is going to drive me insane. I curled into a ball on the floor and shook and waited for the awful tension to pass.
Yup, 3 more days ..... God help me.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Day 3
This is an adult blog containing frank discussion of sexual situations and BDSM themes. Read at your own risk.
So today is Day 3 of my latest task, so I was to masturbate three times, in three different places.
Place 1 was at work. I sat in my office chair at my desk and unzipped my slacks. I shifted my legs apart and worked my fingers into my panties. I was so dry at first that rubbing myself was actually unpleasant. That's kind of unusual for me, to be honest. It took a couple minutes to loosen up and get those juices going. I knew I might be in trouble when my finger swirled over my clit just so and my back arched against the chair involuntarily. I dropped my head back and exhaled on a soft groan. Damn. Another few strokes and I tried to open my legs wider, but they were constrained by my slacks. I pulled my fingers free, panting lightly, but wishing I had Master's permission to cum. I definitely reached a 7 on the horniness scale, lol.
Place 2 was at the gym, in the changing room. I had been in touch with Master during the day and received instructions on tweaking my task. I straddled the bench, my pants bunched loosely over my lap, and quickly began to stroke Master's pussy. This was not a time for hesitation or finesse; I was fearful that someone would walk in while I was playing, so I needed to attain my goal quickly. And it worked - in just a few minutes I was squirming, my hips rocking forward, my back arched. I became aware that I was making these whimpering, whining noises, but the tension I was feeling as my body sought release was too much to bear quietly. I wanted to cum, so badly, but Master was adamant that I skirt the edge without falling over, so I forced myself to stop. I slumped forward and gripped the bench with both hands, willing my heart to slow and my panting to ease. Master's pussy ached and throbbed, and I had the fleeting thought that this task is going to kill me. That had to be a 9+ on the horniness scale.
Place 3 was outside on my deck. I took a glass of Bailey's and watched the last rays of the sun as they disappeared behind the lake, a narrow strip of sky glowing gold, then pinky-blue, and fading to indigo. So as the houses around the lake began casting their lights to reflect off the water, I reached a hand to Master's pussy once more. It didn't take long until I was squirming and panting and rocking, moaning softly with my eyes closed, my body rushing quickly to release and relief. I was most definitely over a 9 on the horniness scale! Oh, please, please, I thought, please allow your whore to cum ... I thought maybe I would offer to let Master blindfold and gag me, if only he would let. Me. Cum, already. I sucked in a huge gasp of air and wrenched my hand out of my pants, my heart pounding in my chest, Master's pussy so ready for climax that it ached and clenched, once, and ached more. Damn it! I am not sure I will make it through all seven days of this. Even now, two hours later, I still feel achy.
So today is Day 3 of my latest task, so I was to masturbate three times, in three different places.
Place 1 was at work. I sat in my office chair at my desk and unzipped my slacks. I shifted my legs apart and worked my fingers into my panties. I was so dry at first that rubbing myself was actually unpleasant. That's kind of unusual for me, to be honest. It took a couple minutes to loosen up and get those juices going. I knew I might be in trouble when my finger swirled over my clit just so and my back arched against the chair involuntarily. I dropped my head back and exhaled on a soft groan. Damn. Another few strokes and I tried to open my legs wider, but they were constrained by my slacks. I pulled my fingers free, panting lightly, but wishing I had Master's permission to cum. I definitely reached a 7 on the horniness scale, lol.
Place 2 was at the gym, in the changing room. I had been in touch with Master during the day and received instructions on tweaking my task. I straddled the bench, my pants bunched loosely over my lap, and quickly began to stroke Master's pussy. This was not a time for hesitation or finesse; I was fearful that someone would walk in while I was playing, so I needed to attain my goal quickly. And it worked - in just a few minutes I was squirming, my hips rocking forward, my back arched. I became aware that I was making these whimpering, whining noises, but the tension I was feeling as my body sought release was too much to bear quietly. I wanted to cum, so badly, but Master was adamant that I skirt the edge without falling over, so I forced myself to stop. I slumped forward and gripped the bench with both hands, willing my heart to slow and my panting to ease. Master's pussy ached and throbbed, and I had the fleeting thought that this task is going to kill me. That had to be a 9+ on the horniness scale.
Place 3 was outside on my deck. I took a glass of Bailey's and watched the last rays of the sun as they disappeared behind the lake, a narrow strip of sky glowing gold, then pinky-blue, and fading to indigo. So as the houses around the lake began casting their lights to reflect off the water, I reached a hand to Master's pussy once more. It didn't take long until I was squirming and panting and rocking, moaning softly with my eyes closed, my body rushing quickly to release and relief. I was most definitely over a 9 on the horniness scale! Oh, please, please, I thought, please allow your whore to cum ... I thought maybe I would offer to let Master blindfold and gag me, if only he would let. Me. Cum, already. I sucked in a huge gasp of air and wrenched my hand out of my pants, my heart pounding in my chest, Master's pussy so ready for climax that it ached and clenched, once, and ached more. Damn it! I am not sure I will make it through all seven days of this. Even now, two hours later, I still feel achy.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Day 2
This is an adult blog containing frank discussion of sexual situations
and BDSM themes. Read at your own risk.
So today is Day 2 of my latest task as assigned by my Master. As such,
I was to masturbate twice in two separate locations.
The first location I chose was at a relative's home, where I had been
invited for Easter Sunday dinner. After a leisurely meal, complete with
wine and followed by coffee and dessert, I excused myself to the
bathroom, where I spent 5-6 minutes fondling Master's pussy. The
half bath opens to a bedroom as well as the hall; the door to the hall
was shut but not locked, while the door to the bedroom, as well as the
bedroom door remained open.
At the conclusion of my play, Master's pussy was juicy-wet, and quite
pleasantly tingly. On a scale of 1-10, I would rank my horniness level
at 4; it felt good, definitely left wanting more, but not so worked up that I
was uncomfortable returning to the dinner table. Though it is true that
I could feel some dampness in my panties.
Later in the evening I indulged in a hot bath - one of my favorite ways to
relax. I soaked in my bubbly water for 20 minutes or so, my skin below
the water line a bright red from the heat. And as I soaked, I debated
using that time as my second masturbation opportunity .... I do so
enjoy the sensuous feel of warm water lapping against my skin.
BUT no - Master's instructions said that I cannot repeat a location
until I have exhausted the list he gave me. So, until then, the
bathroom isn't an option. So I (rather reluctantly) hoisted myself
from the tub and drained the water. After drying off, I knew my poor
lobster skin needed lotion, even my breasts, which were red and
itchy from heat and dryness.
I slathered myself with a rich creamy lotion, then wandered to my
bedroom, where I laid on the bed to allow the lotion to absorb into
my skin. And that became my second masturbation session. My
fingers were still slightly slick from the lotion and slid so very
deliciously across my clit as I stroked myself, now pressing deeply
in tiny circles, now glancing lightly in wider strokes. I sighed in
pleasure as ripples of need and desire spiraled through me. I spent
only a handful of minutes in play, perhaps 7-8, but that was long
enough to send my horniness level to a 6 or so, where I was panting
just a little, and Master's pussy was producing enough juices to
coat my fingers.
I would have totally enjoyed being allowed to cum, after that; the
need, while not urgent, was definitely present, and it was not as
easy to just stop as it had been earlier.
This task lasts for a week. I have 5 days of ever-escalating sessions
ahead of me. I can see where this is going to really test me.
and BDSM themes. Read at your own risk.
So today is Day 2 of my latest task as assigned by my Master. As such,
I was to masturbate twice in two separate locations.
The first location I chose was at a relative's home, where I had been
invited for Easter Sunday dinner. After a leisurely meal, complete with
wine and followed by coffee and dessert, I excused myself to the
bathroom, where I spent 5-6 minutes fondling Master's pussy. The
half bath opens to a bedroom as well as the hall; the door to the hall
was shut but not locked, while the door to the bedroom, as well as the
bedroom door remained open.
At the conclusion of my play, Master's pussy was juicy-wet, and quite
pleasantly tingly. On a scale of 1-10, I would rank my horniness level
at 4; it felt good, definitely left wanting more, but not so worked up that I
was uncomfortable returning to the dinner table. Though it is true that
I could feel some dampness in my panties.
Later in the evening I indulged in a hot bath - one of my favorite ways to
relax. I soaked in my bubbly water for 20 minutes or so, my skin below
the water line a bright red from the heat. And as I soaked, I debated
using that time as my second masturbation opportunity .... I do so
enjoy the sensuous feel of warm water lapping against my skin.
BUT no - Master's instructions said that I cannot repeat a location
until I have exhausted the list he gave me. So, until then, the
bathroom isn't an option. So I (rather reluctantly) hoisted myself
from the tub and drained the water. After drying off, I knew my poor
lobster skin needed lotion, even my breasts, which were red and
itchy from heat and dryness.
I slathered myself with a rich creamy lotion, then wandered to my
bedroom, where I laid on the bed to allow the lotion to absorb into
my skin. And that became my second masturbation session. My
fingers were still slightly slick from the lotion and slid so very
deliciously across my clit as I stroked myself, now pressing deeply
in tiny circles, now glancing lightly in wider strokes. I sighed in
pleasure as ripples of need and desire spiraled through me. I spent
only a handful of minutes in play, perhaps 7-8, but that was long
enough to send my horniness level to a 6 or so, where I was panting
just a little, and Master's pussy was producing enough juices to
coat my fingers.
I would have totally enjoyed being allowed to cum, after that; the
need, while not urgent, was definitely present, and it was not as
easy to just stop as it had been earlier.
This task lasts for a week. I have 5 days of ever-escalating sessions
ahead of me. I can see where this is going to really test me.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
7 Days
This is an adult blog and contains frank discussion of sexual situations and
BDSM themes.
So Master has assigned his sub a new task, which is really a series of tasks to
be completed over the next seven days. I am to detail each day's task as a
journal. Today is Day 1.
The task for today was to masturbate in a location chosen from a list of
approved locales. Given that each day's task builds on the previous day,
I chose to start off simple.
The location I chose was my bathroom, door unlocked. I stroked myself for
about 5 minutes, long enough to start feeling all turned on and needy, but
as I am not allowed to cum without Master's express permission, I stopped
before I felt too close to the edge.
So now Master's pussy is wanting to be filled, and I have a little bit of an
ache due to the denial, but it isn't too bad yet.I would judge my "horniness" level at around 3. I foresee having more
complex issues and feelings before this week long task ends.
BDSM themes.
So Master has assigned his sub a new task, which is really a series of tasks to
be completed over the next seven days. I am to detail each day's task as a
journal. Today is Day 1.
The task for today was to masturbate in a location chosen from a list of
approved locales. Given that each day's task builds on the previous day,
I chose to start off simple.
The location I chose was my bathroom, door unlocked. I stroked myself for
about 5 minutes, long enough to start feeling all turned on and needy, but
as I am not allowed to cum without Master's express permission, I stopped
before I felt too close to the edge.
So now Master's pussy is wanting to be filled, and I have a little bit of an
ache due to the denial, but it isn't too bad yet.I would judge my "horniness" level at around 3. I foresee having more
complex issues and feelings before this week long task ends.
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