Weight loss - or lack of

My Master as implemented a new regime and I am grateful, if somewhat initially gutted (although I have come to terms with it now).

A week ago Master MADE me tell Him what I weighed. He has not actually made me tell Him for months (I merely tell Him whether I have lost or not). I argued with Him, but told Him (this was a week ago). I weighed 88 kilos last week. I did not lose anything this week and because of the fact that Master has been so lenient with me He has now implemented a new regime/punishment system.

Last night after telling Him I had not lost and after Him going to make a cup of tea and considering all the issues and facts (there are health issues to take into consideration here) He decided that He would only communicate with me via text until I lost 2 kilos. After that if I failed to lose half a kilo a week I would lose all privilege of speaking with Him and communication would be via text for that week.

SO as it was initially, I was looking at not speaking with Him until I lost 2 kilos. He fortunately said that He wished to give me time to contemplate this new regime and we spoke last night and will again tonight, but unless I lose 2 kilos by Friday we will not speak next week.

I was pretty well gutted when He told me (online). In fact I felt physically sick. Perhaps some may feel that is an extreme reaction, but its not, not when I look so forward to speaking with Him properly Sat, Sun, Mon & Tues, and not when the only form of communication we have is phone or online.

Fortunately He gave me the grace period of last night and tonight to speak with Him via the telephone.

It had been three weeks since either of us orgasmed as of last night. Initially He denied me any form of physical contact. I actually cried. I did not cry to be manipulative, I cried because I felt I was being punished twice. I cried because I wanted to feel Him and.... I cried because He denied me the opportunity to GIVE HIM PLEASURE. I really was upset because of the latter mostly, my heart's desire is to please Him and last night when He initially forbade me I was so sad. I was good though, we spoke and talked and discussed things. I did not get irritable, I did not show off, nor did I become bratty. Well I did try, I may have slipped slightly over the edge on occasion in our conversation but I tried my hardest to "accept" His words.

After some time I was permitted to suck His shaft, I moaned around it in my mouth. I was so thankful to me able to taste, smell. To be able to hold Him in my mouth and feel the warmth, His hardness. I would have been satisfied with that. I would have been satisfied with Him using my mouth and denying me anything in my little hole. He knew that. Because He knew that I guess that is why he made me kneel on the bed whilst He teased and tormented my wetness, while He spoke the words that only He can speak. He did not touch me with His fingers, nor His mouth, He made me kneel and reach around to grip Him, taunting me with His words. I was not sure whether He would take me. I was never sure of that, but He did, He pushed inside and made me fuck Him. As I did that I was not even sure whether He would allow me release, I was always thinking that He would just take Himself out and fuck my mouth while my cunt dribbled and soaked. I was very conscious of that, I was waiting for that. At the same time, whilst I was waiting and half expecting I was still very very happy for Him to do that, if He wished. I was so grateful for His use and touch, it felt so good that He was getting pleasure. It really was, no lie, I felt fulfillment in that. Had He not allowed me release I would have been content. But He did allow me orgasm. I was asking Him, so near, so close, yet there was no way I would unless He granted permission. I could feel Him close, I knew better than to allow myself, until I heard His words, He told me to, the instant He did released, He told me Icould. He knew I would, He knew I was ready and just holding back for Him. I climaxed like no other time in fact immediately afterwards I could have come again, without touch. I have read before where people can come without touch and thought it bullshit, but had He said something, the right words, I could have humped my little pussy up in the air and climaxed, easily without any touch at all. I was amazed.

We talked a little more and He granted me the privilege of cleaning Him. I so adore, love and live to suckle His shaft. He knows that, I think I sucked it for about 4 hours straight in Melbourne at one stage, even whilst He was sleeping He would wake and I would be there, my lips and tongue entwined around His stiffness. I cleaned it hungry again and He had me lay back and grip my ankles, (keep your legs open baby, wider, that's it) once again saying those things that He says that make me buck upward, pumping air, the things that make my slit open and dribble and my hole looks as if it has a pulse. He fucked me again, and again He allowed me to climax.

We talked a little more, we hung up and I fell into a delicious dreamy sleep, so sound, the soundest sleep I have had in weeks.

I love my Man, I utterly totally love Him. Although I whinge, moan, complain, play up, I just adore Him, with every single part of me. He consumes me.

Although the new weight loss regime will be hard I am feeling very focused and I am determined to be able to speak with Him next weekend.

I Love You baby, thank you, thank you so much Master, for everything.

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