I have a craving. It's always there β I can usually muddle my way through it but it never fully goes away. Weeks and months can go by without having to succumb to it. But eventually, the craving builds and builds until it must be soothed. I know I must start the search for one who will take control. I need someone, someone strong and dominant, who knows what I want and why I want it.
Day One
I am tired, but I go online. Surfing the BDSM chat rooms, looking at profiles. I know that chat rooms are probably the worst place to find a Master. But, the local munch is weeks away. Maybe some virtual control will ease the craving. I go from room to room, finding the usual fare; teen boys that want phone sex; arrogant 'Masters' that no sane sub would put up with. Then β I run across a particularly intriguing profile. A Master looking for an online sub β his key interest is 'orgasm teasing, denial, control.' I catch my breath. Exactly what I want. What can it hurt? I say hello. We chat for a while; he's kind, can spell, and doesn't start giving orders immediately. Seems ok so far. Main thing is, he wants to control, I want to be controlled. We exchange pictures; view web cams. Everything seems kosher. I don't mess around; I ask him to take control of my orgasms right then and there. We agree on a two month trial period. His first order? Masturbate at least 30 minutes every day. But don't cum. My pussy starts leaking like a faucet. I need this.
Day Two
I walk around at work all day wet and horny. Believe it or not, no one else has controlled my pleasure quite this way. I have been required to go without orgasms for weeks, but never while masturbating each day. I spend the day in a horny, turned on state. I feel nice and sluttish. I am quite happy with things so far.
Day Four
I asked my new Master how often he'd let his slut come. "Oh, maybe once every few weeks," he said casually. "Eventually, if we decide to continue, we'll probably work up to once every month, then once every two months, etc." Dear God. This is starting to sound rather sadistic. Right now, though, I am so hot and bothered it seems more like a dream come true. Since it's Saturday, and storming outside, I spend all day inside, walking around naked and dreaming of sucking cocks and fucking. I can't go 10 minutes without touching my nipples or pussy.
Day Seven
I wake up humping my pillow. During my daily masturbation session, I can't touch my clit for more than two seconds or I'm afraid I'll cum. Master watches me on my web cam and just smiles. He makes me bind up my breasts and fuck my pussy with a dildo for fifteen minutes. I beg, I plead for release. "You are at my mercy," he says.
Day Nine
I cum. Unbelievably hard. Without permission. It's these damn masturbation rules; I rubbed myself the wrong (well, right) way and the orgasm just took over. What will Master do? Shit.