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My body's shivering, my stomach's in knots. It's not that I'm nervous about the fact that Master's going to be here tomorrow, so much that I'm on this horrible edge. I got a brazillian bikini wax today, and a couple moments of discomfort = weeks of feeling cleaner, freer, and being well - more sensetive.

So the hourly orders went from nearly driving me nuts, to not seeming to have much of an impact to OMG I can't hold this rotor against my clit for more than a couple moments!

I made up for this shortcoming by bringing myself to the brink a couple times each hour. It felt like cheating to only go for a couple minutes and be done ^_^;

5 of 7

I won't lie, I've spent most of day spazzing over the fact that it's already Thursday. It feels like the week is flying by in some strange way that just shouldn't be happening. Isn't time supposed to drag when you're wanting it to fly by?

I wonder if this means Master's visit here will be the same as my visit there? Will time crawl by while he's here to the point that I won't be able to believe he's still for 3-4 days left? If that's the case I can't wait to move permanently >.> The secret to time control will be mine! Mwahahaha!

*ahem*

On a more related-to-the-blog kind of note, I don't know if I'm starting to get used to the masturbate but don't cum every hour on the hour to the point where it's not driving me insane. Or if the tingle has just melted one into the other and I'm not noticing it's stopped to feel it start again ^^; It's possible though it's come to the point where my mind's successfully ignoring it because I can't do anything about it yet and that was driving me bonkers.

Time will tell I suppose.

4 of 7

So today Master decided he wanted to listen in on one of my hourly don't-get-to-cum romps. Well, listen in isn't really the right way to put it. He had no qualms with speaking during the whole thing, letting it play out, making it last longer, vividly describing in tiny detail the things he would be doing to me while still denying me my orgasm.

It was a struggle to keep from cumming, I felt myself kind of slipping into a nice relaxed state only to be pulled out of it by a stray jolt as the rotor moved slightly and buzzed against some new overly sensitive area. Between the treacherous toy and Master's words I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I couldn't just turn the device off because I'd reached the edge - not with him on the phone. I had to wait until he said to shut off the rotors, making it an extra challenge as I spent god knows how long riding along that edge, gasping, panting, whimpering, desperate to not cum.

As crazy as this whole thing may drive me, I can't wait for Saturday. Not just because there's the possibility of release, but also because I'm curious. I want to know what this build up is going to lead to, what sort of things will be done. How it'll feel. As much as wanting to follow Master's instructions and not let him down plays into it all, so does my own curiosity.

One more to go and then it'll be off to work. To spend another 8 hour shift randomly getting a tingle in between my thighs, cursing the shiver that distracts me momentarily from my job.

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My mind has become my own worst enemy. The small fantasies that play within it, just thinking about my Master triggers The Tingle. And the fantasies come unbidden while I'm following his orders, and linger on when the moment passes.

My own body begs me for more, for a couple more seconds of sweet interaction just enough to slip over that edge. And it doesn't stop begging for some time afterward. There is not enough entertainment on the internet to ignore it >.>

By Saturday I might be slightly unreasonable.

2 of 7

I've gone this many days before with just teasing myself, and not getting any pay off from it. I -think- I've gone 3 days before, I don't think I've ever gone longer, though I could just be forgetting. The mind does have a habit of blocking things it doesn't like after all, and focusing on the better parts XD

However, the almost constant tingle has started. I can feel my panties when I walk. The fabric of my clothes seem to be coarser against my skin, light breezes can send shivers down my spine.

I'm almost afraid to see what the next few days bring ^^;;

1 of 7

Witty's kind of out of the window on this one, so I apologize for the lack of creativity in the titles this week.

7 days. On the 18th I will once again be at my Master's mercy face to face, hand to hand as it were. Until then, every day, every hour not spent sleeping or at work, is met with fruitless masturbation. I'm supposed to work myself close to that edge, near the sweet fall of release, but without actually toppling over.

It's only day 1, and already the tingle has become almost ever present. I even enjoyed my day, sleeping in after a long day of work. Reveling in the fact that my 12 hour shifts have been diminished to 8.

At least until I realized that was 4 more hours of fruitless teasing.

I probably shouldn't call it fruitless. I know there's a pot of gold at the end of this frustratingly long rainbow. I've been down this road before, but it's never been so bloody long. On a regular day I can be needy, horny, wanting, begging, and nearly insatiable.

I hope Master's ready to deal with whatever monster he may have created by the end of this week <3

A little experiment in story telling

The post before this one was written with toys in place, sitting at my desk, squirming. For most of it, my Master was on the phone with me, purring instructions into my ear, listening to me react to the sensations. Enjoying, no doubt, my struggles to write a short story on the fly with such devious distractions.

Only two things really helped me - 1) It is not terribly comfortable to sit on a hard surface with a vibrating plug in your ass. 2) Once I hit a roll with writing I kind of zone. So even with so much stuff vibrating on high once the click of the keys takes over I don't get hit with the full effect of much of anything.

Except, it seems, Master's voice. Every time he'd question how I was doing, or slip a command in while I was writing, that zone would shatter. I'd forget what I was writing, feel the toys more than anything else, and have to re-read a couple lines to even get rolling again.

And before I got any release from it, before I could relax and lay in bed and listen to my Master and cum hard and loud and repeatedly for him - he made me read the story to him.

I remember reading out loud in class way back in the day, but it was certainly never with toys buzzing away, nor was it an even remotely kind of erotic passage that was being read. It added to everything, prolonged it, heightened it, take your pick.  And hell, Master might not have even cared about all that, I've no doubt he enjoyed listening to me struggle the most. Listening to the gasps and shivers that slipped through my shaky voice while I did my best to read my own story.

Quietly

The last couple times Master's let me cum lately has been during times when I kind of need to be quiet. Specifically because they are other people in the house, and while I'm an adult and I'm allowed to be naughty, it's not something I'm quite ready to advertise to the entire world.

It certainly adds a layer to things though, so wet so squirmy so horny and trying so desperately to not scream my happy little head off when the wave crests and my whole body enjoys the ride. Of course, Master doesn't let me cum just once, oh no, that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

For anyone curious, my house coat tastes like laundry soap. Just saying.

Even as I sit here and write this, letting my mind wander to what it can remember of the last two over the phone sessions we had, I can't help but squirm. Certain desires, certain wants, are starting to beat down the walls of my own personal insecurities. Less and less in my own fantasies do I seem to care about my own personal appearance. How I look on the outside doesn't impact my interior desires. It certainly doesn't impact the overall sensations of a scene either. The only thing my weight holds me back on are certain positions, because an over-weight sub isn't an easy one to pick up and move around as one pleases.

This will be rectified.

It used to not only be an issue when it came to what was actually physically possible, but also with what I was comfortable wearing/doing in public settings. As the days pass I find myself caring less and less about my appearance In That Regard. It's not that I mean I've stopped showering or shaving or things like that, it's more it's becoming less of an issue. So I'm over weight. Whoopie do. It used to make me feel... less, or ugly, but lately it's less well, weighty on my mind. I'm more curious the feelings and emotions that come along with being in certain, shall we say, showier situations.

Besides, the orgasm - while absolutely incredible - is just the icing on the cake. Everything else - the scene the sensations, the emotions, the connection - all that stuff's the cake. Cake can be awesome without icing. Icing on its own however is just kinda... meh.

Auditorily

I don't know how to start this post, other than to say I can close my eyes and remember the conversation I had last night with my Master. I can see the texts, I can hear the words, his tone, inflection, rhythm. I can feel the same shiver run up my back, and the same tingle between my thighs. I can feel the warmth of being turned on physically slip against my skin. I can imagine the nigh imperceptible touch, the feel of warm breath against my neck - wanting, nearly interrupting, to beg for those passionate lips to press against the tender flesh that shivers from the whispers in my ear.

I can remember my knees shaking, nearly dropping my phone. Clenching my fists and curling my toes inside metatarsal boots, wondering if my stride was as shaky as it felt. The pleasure, the elation, the dizziness, the pounding heart, the fear as those sensations rushed up and gathered around me from all sides!

And then the order. The calm, demanding, undeniable tone that wraps me around his finger, that makes me want to do whatever I can to hear it more, to obey, to bend, to beg. The wash of pleasure that seeped through my body, even as I fought to hold back, fearful of being overheard, the gasp and whimper and the wonderful release of cumming to his voice.

I didn't believe, when he first brought up the topic of conditioning someone to orgasm on command, that such a thing was truly possible. I still don't think it could happen clear out of the blue (at least not as far as I'm concerned, I mean, I'm twisted and horny, but it's not That Bad), but I don't doubt that he could work me up to it. I've complained to my Master that I feel our relationship is one sided, that he holds all the cards in this coupling, and that I am left helpless and at his mercy. (Decidedly not complaining.) However, after having the rest of my shift at work to really think about it, perhaps this relationship is more balanced than I understand. Since maybe, just Maaaybe, I drive him to new limits and ideas just as much as he does me.

Even if I give myself too much credit in this regard, I'm glad that he is my Master, and grateful that I am his pet <3 Never in my life have I been happier, nor have I been so sated in my desires for things both kinky and not.

@ Work redux!

Into work I went, rotor in my pants, control tucked into my waist band, trying very much so to hide the simple fact that I was walking into a factory filled with men with a battery operated sex toy. Under Master's orders though... the slight fear at being caught was overpowered by the curiosity.

Ground rules were laid down before hand (I work with heavy, sharp, somewhat unruly objects), and the point was to see what happened, not see how fast we could land me at the hospital.

My work clothes are a bit baggy for me, and so I couldn't really keep the rotor against my clit, or against anything really. So, wandering into the bathroom before work got started, I slipped it up and inside. This really only worked partially, I was already so wet there wasn't much I could about the fact that the rotor did not stay as deep as I would've liked.

As I moved, as I turned it off and on in the intervals my Master commanded, the rotor shifted. Not quite inside, not completely out, but certainly the buzzing toy felt good. It wasn't as much of a distraction as I had feared it would be, I was able to focus on my job quite well. Well, so long as I stayed in pretty much the same place. Walking send weird pulsing vibrations through my thighs, and the cord (So want a cordless rotor now...) was the only thing that would tease my clit - randomly.

Randomly, and without bloody warning.

I never came - of course, I was trying NOT to because I wanted him to hear it -^^- - but it made the night go by easier. It would've been a stressful night, my usual collection of coworkers weren't all there, and that usually strains the entire evening. However, I really didn't give a hooey about a whole lot of stuff, and it let me take the night in stride.

Interestingly enough the sensations in my pants were strongest when I turned the rotor off for a time, and not so much while it was buzzing away. My pussy would throb against it when it stopped moving, I could feel my heart beat in my thighs. This is was totally unexpected for me (No real idea what Master thought was going to happen <3 ). The best/worst part was putting the rotor away for about the last three hours of my shift - Even with it OUT of my pants I could feel it there, whirring softly. It was like the rotor of Christmas' past was in my panties enjoying itself immensely.

It's only now, almost 2 hours after my shift, that my body's starting to settle down. Of course, even as I type that my own rolling wandering thoughts are settling on things I'm looking forward to, and the shiver returns. One day I might figure out how he has such an effect on me, and I might even be lucky enough to affect him as strongly.

Denied

I could start with a lot of things for this first post, but thankfully my thoughts have been focused. Which works well, because they rarely seem to do that on there own.

I... don't really like sex. It's always seemed like a horrible chore for almost no pay off (Of course, Master has yet to get his hands on me, so I'm seeing this changing). Masturbation however, was quick, easy and felt -really- good. Also, it doesn't require anyone else - no waiting for your other half to be in the mood, or trying to *shiver* hunt down a one night stand. It's safe - you're not going to get an STD or become pregnant from masturbating. Needless to say, I'm a horny girl. I'd say horny pet, but I was horny long before I became a pet!

So I'd been up to, 2-3 orgasms a day. One to help me sleep, one to help me drag myself out of bed, and a 3rd on occasion if looking at porn or discussing all the wonderful BDSM things that are possible or just because. In hindsight, I probably should've kept this wonderful bit of information to myself - I mean, what proper upstanding young woman even admits to masturbating? Let alone so often. Once the proverbial cat was let out of the bag though, his tone of voice sure did change, and what should follow this amusing-to-him revelation? To call him, and cum for him or go to work horny and frustrated. That choice, while horribly embarrassing and not as easy to acquiesce to as I had hoped, was still fairly easy - I called him. I came so hard that my legs were shaking until about halfway through work.

Euphoric was the right word for it, believe me. I thought I'd experienced pleasure before then, but really I'd just licked the tip of the iceberg. Master, however, wasn't done. Something followed this fun new idea (I wanted to just call and fill his inbox with orgasms while he was stuck at work), that I really had no idea how to react to.

An order to masturbate, but not cum.

I'm pretty sure I dropped the f-bomb in a few creative ways. Tease myself, work up to that edge, but don't tip over it. I'd had other people mention such an idea in the past, but I'd never followed them. You had to be kidding? They wouldn't have known either way, and I wasn't particularly concerned about keeping them happy either. The idea to do as I pleased and cum anyway, never entered my mind. Oh I knew it was an option, but with Master? I'm still working on the why of it, but there's certainly something... about him. Maybe I'll figure it out someday.

Now, it's been more than 48 hours since I've cum. I've lost track of the hours, or even of how often I've worked myself up - teasing my sensitive little clit with one relentless rotor. At first I was frustrated and not entirely sure why I was being punished when I hadn't even done anything wrong as far as I knew. But once some time passed the frustration turned to something else. I still haven't cum, but I'm hornier, more sensitive. My WHOLE body is tingling and I'm not doing anything while I'm sitting here. I can't wait to call my Master, to beg and moan and plead for him to let me cum - and I'm not sure if I want to or not. I'm afraid of how hard I might cum, at the same time I'm also enjoying not cumming. I mean, won't this almost constant shiver disappear once it's sated?

I don't know yet, but whatever happens I'm sure it'll give me something else to focus on - until the jumble untangles enough I can write about it.