when Sir left yesterday my need skyrocketed.
I went home, cleaned and returned the apartment to showroom quality. Any signs of life (except the dogs) removed.
As I looked around I thought no this won’t do. I opened the gate back up to the living room, made a bite to eat and sat on the couch. Tv on, limited to one hour, so my brain could still pay attention.
Sir called saying he was home and my cunt started to drip again. Texted him asking permission to watch one of the porns he had downloaded and to edge, since he would be out at dinner.
He said yes and to watch one of the fucking machine ones. It brought back visuals of him watching me on the machine and him fucking me over the table. Forty minutes later my edge count at 214, in full slave mode I called Sir. I don’t remember any of the conversation, but it was not a plea to cum.
When my mind returned I texted him the number and drank a half gallon of water.
Before he left he gave me 2 presents to come home to. New rope and a special note. They made me cry happy tears. Today I am going to look for a pretty box to keep all of my momentos in.
I called Sir ready to be tucked in, naked, collar, my body waiting for him. He let me tie the big hard rope around my waist so that I had even a chance of sleeping without him.
I’ve noticed the longer he stays the wetter I am when he leaves. This past time was 9 nights of being his wet and ready slave. 9 days of serving him. It was wonderful. There were times I was not myself and outside influences turned my mood, but Sir handled me with such care.