"Damn!" I swore under my breath as I hung up the telephone. I wanted to play with my toys so badly, and I couldn't reach my Master to ask permission. I loved hearing his amusement when I asked if I could play. He had never denied my request, but I had to ask him first.
"Yes, pet," he would say. "You may play, but you have to tell me about it when I get home."
"Yes, Sir," I would giggle as I answered. "You know I always tell you everything."
My friends had each sent me several steamy stories that morning, and I had read them all. Now I was so aroused all I could think about was satisfying my libidinous appetite. But Master was away from his phone, and I knew he might not be back in contact until much later.
I thought about it for a few minutes, then went into the bedroom and opened the toy drawer. I stared at the box that contained our collection of vibrators and other fun things for a long moment, measuring my need to relieve myself against the possible consequences. The throbbing of my clit against my jeans decided for me.
I knew I was doing the wrong thing when I reached in and got out my favorite toy, my vibrating egg. I felt a little guilty as I pulled off my pants and touched it to my clit, but the guilt didn't last long. It felt so good. I was soon lost in the pleasurable vibrations, bent over the bed rocking the vibe against my clit and fantasizing about Master teasing at my ass with his cock.
In my mind I felt him slowly enter me, his cock stretching my tight ass as he pushed forward. I gasped as I felt my clitoris respond to my imaginations and the pleasant vibrations. I began alternating speeds on the vibe, turning it down, then back up. A little moan escaped my lips as I felt the different sensations producing the desired effect. I was quickly approaching climax.
I slid my index finger down through the wetness that had gathered between my nether lips and continued past the slippery opening to my pussy. I wiggled my finger against my ass. I imagined Master asking me if I liked him to fuck me there, as he will do from time to time just to get me to admit it out loud. That was it. Moaning low and long I slipped over the edge of high arousal and into a spinning vortex of orgasm.
I could hear someone knocking at the door as I began breathing normally again. I hurriedly threw my egg into the toy box and closed the lid. I pulled my pants back on and gave the drawer a shove before hurrying to answer the door. I soon forgot my undisciplined behavior.
Later, when Master came home, I greeted him as always by wrapping my arms around his neck and presenting my lips to him. He kissed me warmly and put his hand between my legs.
"Ahhh," he smiled at me. "Someone is very warm. Have you been playing today?"
"Well," I evaded, inwardly panicked. My Master always knew when I was trying to avoid directly answering a question. "I couldn't reach you this afternoon. And I know I can't play without asking."
"No, you couldn't," he answered thoughtfully.
It might have gone better for me if I had confessed right then. Master does not tolerate dishonesty, and now I had lied as well as broken another one of his few absolute rules.
We went about our evening, things as normal as any other day. I fixed dinner and we sat and ate and talked about the events of the day. After I'd put the dishes away, I went in to ready myself for bed. As I walked around the bed, I made a disturbing discovery. The drawer that held our toy box was open! Had Master noticed? Maybe he hadn't. He certainly hadn't said anything.
I decided he probably hadn't noticed, and finished undressing. Master came in several minutes later. I was waiting for him, kneeling on the bed in his favorite position. He undressed and patted my butt as he walked past, then laid down as if he were going to go right to sleep. I crawled up beside him and knelt there.
"Yes, pet?" he asked. "Is there something you need?"
"I just wanted to know if I had done something wrong, Master," I said. "Is there some reason you don't want to play with me tonight?" I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Interesting that you should ask me that, pet." he replied, his tone almost cold. "It would seem that you have no need of me."
"What do you mean, Master? Of course I need you." I knew now what it was. He had seen the open drawer. He knew what it meant. I had gratified my lusts without his permission. Surely he would not be too angry with me. It was not that big a transgression. But he had asked me, and I had forfeited my right to quick forgiveness by denying it.
He let me stay kneeling a few minutes, then said gently, "Yes, pet, you do need me." He rose from where he lay beside me and barked, "Assume your position."
I quickly moved and knelt at the end of the bed, my head down on my arms and my bottom high in the air. I knew better than to hesitate when he spoke that way. But I also knew this position was always a prelude to hot, body and mind melting sex. I shivered with delight, knowing that he wanted me after all.
Smack! The blow from his hand caught me by surprise and I exhaled in a big rush of air. He usually did not start out a spanking that hard, preferring to build slowly up to a good warming. I turned to look at him.