Friday and more revised post......revised AGAIN....Saturday & Sunday

Sunday

A little grumpy!!!! Why didnt HE text me to tell me I could touch???? How DARE He simply ignore my request!!!!!! (stamp) Grumbles. I shall speak with Him tonight.... Actually those thoughts did momentarily go through my head, I did have a 10 minute period this morning as I lay in bed resisting temptation... I huffed a little and puffed and turned and closed my legs....grumble grumble.... He could have text....He SHOULD have text.... its not fair, He isnt being fair... I SHOULD be allowed to orgasm, touch, rub, fuck something right? Its MY RIGHT.... right????

Duh Uh uh no no no no rosie.... why "SHOULD" you be allowed? Just because you want to do something does not mean you have a "right" to do something does it girl? You dont have the "right" to touch without His permission, He owns you, HE tells you when you may or may not touch, rub, fuck...... He owns your body, you maintain it for HIS pleasure, not your own.... you DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT.....He has every right to deny you for as long as He wishes....every right......

But but but I may not be allowed until after NYC...what could one little touch/rub/grip/pinch do? What harm could that make? You could just rub a little? Touch a little....not tell HIM???? Afterall if you have to wait until after He returns from vacation you DESERVE to orgasm before He goes right?

No no no no no no rosie..... you are not permitted to make that choice, He has made it, what will be will be, if you have to wait until after NYC, that is what He wants you to do, now get yourself out of bed and do something constructive and think about what ownership is all about.....

Smiles... I made it.... I resisted temptation.

I am on 34 days....


Saturday...

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tearful?

Wanting closeness...fucking? No...closeness...intimacy....opening, spreading, licking and tasting, smooth lips, warm tongue, hands brushing through hair, unshaved whiskers grating against cheeks, prising and pulling, spreading, giving, and closing, whimpers and shy comments, chin turned to cheek, expressions and eye glances, hands griping and pulling, slave writhing..... Yes..... I love You xxxx

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Friday

PPS I text Master this afternoon...."just thinking Master...I really should put something large in your cunt, just to make sure that it can still take you shaft? Yes? Just thinking of my man.... Thats alll... scrunches her face and looks at You adoringly"

Pause....

PPPPS

"I am not asking for orgasm Master....In fact your slave would forgo orgasm until after New York....just for something inside Your slit...."


Pause......PAUSE

3 hours later....nothin`

I am about ready to stick my fingers in my slit... the ache is constant.

I want branding... I want His initials on my inside thigh...maybe just above my pussy lips on my mound.... two small initials.... I want HIM to do it...... I want Him to carve it out of metal, only small, I want Him to suspend me, from rings in the wall, my back arched against brickwork, the crop in my teeth, my legs parted through choice, either side of two full port glasses on the floor, I want to watch Him heat the metal, I want Him to slice through my thong with a knife and scrap the blade against my thigh and kiss me with fiery passion, thrusting His fingers into the depths of his property, before He goes back to the fire and pulls the two tiny little metal glowing initials from the wood fire, I want Him to pull my hair back, grip my head and dribble strong alcohol down my throat as He pushes the hot metal against my mound and I squeal against His lips, biting them and causing Him to bleed, I want Him to pull away as my face glows hot in the fire light, as the stars shine brightly and the tears flow from my eyes, I want Him to release me from the rings and push me forward, over bark, a bench, pinching my nipples so hard it takes the pain of the brand, I want Him to push my wobbly knees apart and allow me to rest over the bench, the fallen tree and I want Him to take me, hard, but not hard enough that my moans are not stifled by the whispering of the trees and the threat of thunder, I want it to rain, pour, in the middle of nowhere, a barn, a shed on our property, I want Him to fuck me in darkness as the embers glow in moonlight, I want Him to pull me up, grip me, hold me and take me inside, lay me down and cuddle me until morning, stroking me, I want to wake and see His mark and feel it, I want to feel Him and see Him every day.


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PS... two comments into this post (thank you chantal and slavgurl) and I am now a squirming freaking mess!!!! Pant, pant...what else? Even the phone is looking good now..... which reminds me...Master had me shove that inside my cunt at work once and then proceeded to call me.....

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The Initial POST (Friday)

32 days.... I take it back..... I am so horny I could fuck the cucumber I have in my fridge.

OR

The carrots.

OR

What else?

Any suggestions?

What things about the house could I fuck if I were allowed?

Spoke to Master this morning, I also sent Him a text yesterday telling Him I wanted His hard hard hard shaft in my mouth and my tight wet creamy cunt.....

On asking this morning.....

"NO.... you can wait until Sunday cant you?"

GROAN

Thats IF we have 45 seconds on Sunday.... then on Monday we wont talk, then He is away.....groannnnssssss

Come on and tease me.... tell me what you would fuck yourself with if you could pick anything in the house....

Love You sexy Master

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