Sir is away on holiday and I miss him so, so much. I took a long hot bath to try and distract myself but he haunts my every thought. 'What's he doing?' 'Is he thinking of me?' 'I need his cock' are just a couple of my musings. Realising i've been in the bath for well over an hour I decide to wash and get out. I pull out the plug letting the now tepid water drain away and turn on the shower.
The room starts to steam up as warm water pounds down onto my body. I wash my face then my hair then start to foam up a loofa. I love bubbles! I gently rub it all over my body starting at my shoulders, down my arms and back up. The combination of the slightly rough texture and the heat from the water makes my skin a little pink under the trail of bubbles I leave behind. After repeating on the other arm I gently massage over my breasts, becoming a little rougher over my nipples. I imagine him there with me. My hands become his. Teasing my nipples with the loofa, they've become rock hard. I move slowly down, soaping my midriff and reaching around to my back. I trace over my ass, foaming bubbles all across it and slowly bend over. I imagine Sir would take this opportunity to slide into me at this point, roughly grabbing my hips and forcing himself inside. But alas I am all alone in the shower. Taking time to slide up and down my legs, I tease my inner thighs and then run the bubbly loofa over my cunt. My body now completely covered in bubbles I drop the loofa and slide my hands over my soapy body. Caressing my breasts and my neck, I slip one hand down towards my cunt, I am desperate to play. My mind wanders back to those 24 orgasms he gave me and I almost drip at the memory. But I won't without Sir, despite being allowed to, I want to wait for him. Rinsing myself off under the warm water feels amazing and I am now, overcome with desire for him. I turn off the water and step out wrapping myself in a huge fluffy towel. I dry my body quickly and wrap up my hair in another towel. I massage some moisturiser into my legs and slip on some panties, a skirt and a vest top, I'm not wearing a bra today.
Heading to the kitchen I decide to make a coffee, thinking that it might help me do something productive today, as opposed to sitting and pining for him. My phone buzzes in my hand "Hello gorgeous" his signature greeting never fails to make me swoon. We chat for a while, he talks about his holiday and I gush about how much I miss him. Just hearing his voice makes me feel safe and secure like im exactly where im meant to be. He asks what im doing and I let him know i'm just relaxing on the sofa. Then he asks what im wearing, so I hurriedly sent him a photo of my body. "Ooh no bra? I see nipples. I approve. So I'd like you start gently caressing them, not too hard just lightly trace over them" he instructs.
"Yes Sir" it's never an automated response although it's often the same, I genuinely have a deep urge within me to fulfill all of his expectations and I hope that he hears that in my voice. My nails grazed over the thin fabric covering my nipples and they already begin to get hard.
A small moan escapes my lips. "Good girl" he responds in his silky smooth Dom voice. I've mentioned before how his voice changes during play time, but as soon as I hear the change, my body responds to it. "So I'd like to do some counting again. When I get to five you're going to pinch those nipples as hard as you possibly can. Then you can go back to being gentle. Do you understand?" He enquires.
"Yes Sir" I reply. I don't know why but I love it when he asks if i understand an order. Maybe it is because it makes me feel like a silly little girl who might not be able to comprehend such a simple instruction.
Still gently tracing my nipples they are aching to be touched. "1 2 3 4" He counts slowly and evenly, my body is on edge knowing what I need to do any second. "5" I pinch hard on my left nipple, so much so that I let out a squeal. "1 2 3 4 5" Barely recovered from the last one I pinch the right one, hard again. I never go easy on myself. Not only would Sir be disappointed and I'd likely be punished. If I am given a task I want to do it to the best of my ability, even if it hurts. I alternate between nipples and they are now so hard they strain against my shirt. I send him another photo. "Mmmm good girl, now hows that cunt?" he asks me.
I reach down and remove my panties, spread my legs wide and trace a finger down my damp cunt. "It's so wet Sir" I tell him knowingly.
"Good, so lets play again but this time you're going to be pinching your clit. Understood?" He instructs me, slightly firmer in tone this time.
I gasp, knowing that this is going to hurt a little more. "Yes Sir" I dutily respond.
"Good, 1 2 3 4 5" I pinch my clit and let out a muted scream, The feeling is intense, but not unbearable. "1 2 3 4 5" again, harder this time having found what I can take I push myself more. "1 2 3 4 5"
Harder still and I can't stop the scream and the whiney "Siiiiirrrr, it hurts" from tumbling out of my mouth.
"Good, it's supposed to" he says so matter of factly "you are mine to use and I want you to suffer a little. I'm going to stop saying 5, instead you will get an instruction. Pinch, Spank or Rub. If you hear rub you will rub my cunt as hard as you can and you will not stop unless you are told to. If I don't think it's hard enough, you will be punished, understand?"
"I, um, yes Sir I understand. I don't want to be punished, I'll always do my best for you" I was apprehensive. I enjoy a little slap on the cunt but the combination of feelings, the blurring of pain and pleasure, it can be too much.
"Good Girl. 1 2 3 4, Pinch" I squeezed my clit between my fingers and a spark of pain rippled through me but was gone as quickly as it had begun. "1 2 3 4, Pinch" again my clit pulsed as my fingers camped around it and I let out a squeal. He chuckled obviously enjoying the power he had over me. "Im sure your clit is tender now. 1 2 3 4, Rub. Rub hard." My fingers pushed down firmly on my clit and circled making me moan almost instantly. It was euphoric after the pain of the pinch. "Don't stop" he ordered. Faster and faster I began whimpering I was already so close so orgasm. "1234 Slap" I froze for a second and then lifted my hand high in the air and brought it down onto my cunt with enough force to push me deeper into the sofa. "1234, Slap" I almost begged him not to but that would inevitably result in more spankings, so for a second time alone in my flat I spanked my cunt hard. "1 2 3 4, Pinch" My cunt was now red and raw and as I squeezed my clit between my fingers my initial scream turned into whimpering. "1 2 3 4, Rub" I rubbed my sore clit hard and fast I could feel an orgasm so close. Moaning and furiously toying with myself I really hoped that I would be allowed to cum. "Hmm you sound close baby girl, would you like to cum for Daddy?"
Daddy is a new name we're trying out and it encapsulates the softer caring nurturing side of him. When he's my Daddy he's sweet and caring and furiously protective. When he's my Sir he wants to push me, hurt me, break me. "Yesssssss Daddy"
"1234 Slap. 1234 Slap. 1234 Slap" I've noticed he likes groups of threes and as I delivered three short sharp slaps to myself and Iet out three short sharp screams to match.
"SSSiiiiirrrrrrr. It hurts" I whined. It always catches me by surprise when I hear this whiney voice come out of me. I think of myself as a fairly strong and confident woman. But he has this hold over me and can reduce me to this whiney mess of a girl in a heartbeat.
"1 2 3 4 5 Rub. Rub that dripping cunt of yours until you cum for me" I expertly moved over my clit as I have time and time again. Knowing my sweet spot, I found it and rubbed hard on it. I was so so close.
"Sir, pppllleeeaaassseee. Imma. I. I. neeeeed" When I get to almost the point of no return, I struggle to make sense. That's how strong our bond is. He has the power over me to take away my ability to form sentences. In my head it's so clear but it just comes out as this jumbled mess.
