As he woke he felt the repeated and overwhelming need to see her, be in her presence, and be under her spell, his glorious and wonderful Mistress. She had banned him from any contact with her now for days, sending him away to entertain himself, and he truly, deeply hated it. She was testing him, he knew that, and now, days later, he understood why. She wanted him to know for certain that he did, beyond any doubt, long to be by her side and serve her as often as she would allow or demand. By her absence, she demanded that he confirm his own place at her feet, to himself and know wholeheartedly that it was what he truly wanted.
No messages overnight to his phone from her, again. This pained him terribly.
Having spent a pleasant enough evening in the local bar with some friends, he now uncoiled himself from his bed and walked naked to his kitchen to make himself some coffee. All night he had been thinking of her. Constantly in his thoughts, she held his attention entirely. She knew it too, which made her hold over him all the more powerful and seductive. As he stirred his coffee he wondered if she may break her own silence and contact him in some way today, but he could only hope. He felt so despondent now. These had become the longest days of his life. Her immense control over him was now so apparent. Understanding her test he felt such an urgency to be allowed the opportunity to feed her needs, wants and desire. This, his own need, flooded through every fibre of him like his own life blood. Her cock, which had, once upon a time, been his own to do with as he wished, now stood hard and erect before him. He wanted her to see it. He had no place for it in his solitude away from her.
She had set him various tasks to complete over the last few days which he had carried out diligently and with pride, in her honour. He had e-mailed her the descriptions and pictures, which she always demanded, as evidence of his completed tasks but she had not replied to any of them. This made him feel so hollow. She had allowed him one ejaculation per day, in her honour, and for these he had at first been grateful, but being unable to serve her bore so much more frustration in him now than his own desire to cum.
Having buried himself in his work over this time without her he had managed to produce some amazing work initially, but, as the time passed he slowly realised that the lack of contact with her served as more of a hindrance to his work because he craved her presence so badly. Eventually he became so preoccupied by his desire for his Mistress that he practically stopped working altogether, hoping that she would make a demand of him soon and again he could feel fulfilled and his inner balance could be restored.
Standing in his kitchen, drinking his coffee while her cock stood erect but ignored, he twiddled the pendant that hung around his neck on a thin leather strap. It was her mark that he wore and he looked down at it and took comfort from the fact that this item made him her property. She had given him this pendant a long time ago and it had never left him by his own volition. She had once removed it from him, herself, telling him he was free to leave her, as she discarded him one evening, but, he simply crumbled without being her slave and begged her to replace the pendant around his neck, making her ownership over him complete. She owned him now and he had to sense this mark, her mark, about him in order to feel whole and complete.
Standing for a long time under the flow of the shower, he assessed his submissive position again as he had so many times over the last few days. Sadness filled him as steam filled the bathroom. Time passed as he remained in that place turning thoughts around in his mind. Had she discarded him for good? Perhaps she had grown tired of him? This thought filled him with dread and despair, his stomach knotting as a result. Life without her would certainly be a poor impression of the full and complete life he had come to know and hold dear since she had owned him.
He stood in his bedroom; a small towel wrapped around his waist, and quickly made his bed. She might, one day, turn up unannounced and view his humble abode so he always prepared it in her honour just in case. Dreams of being able to make love to his Mistress in his own bed always filled him with lust and desire, but he knew it would never happen. She may never come here and he knew it. Having dried himself he dressed quickly, and made his way to his laptop hoping that she may have sent him an e-mail overnight. Normally he would have masturbated in her honour already by this hour in the day but today he just couldn't. What was the point? There were no e-mails from her. He now felt so totally cold, empty and alone, yet he continued to yearn for her, his Mistress, his Goddess.
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Sat in his chair wondering what he could possibly do to pass his time today, a Saturday; he drifted off again into his fantasy world, his Mistress dominant over even his thoughts. Drifting in and out of reality he felt swoons of need and desire sweep over him, surrounding and smothering him. Why won't she contact me? Surely he would implode soon as a result of his own need to serve her.
Suddenly, he was jolted back into focus as the buzzer of the intercom to his flat screeched through the silence. The postman maybe. Not wishing to talk to, or see, anyone today he pressed the "Entry" button on the handset and the electronic alarm ceased. He returned to his chair and flopped down into it heavily. The postman would have to leave the delivery on the doormat and depart. He hoped the delivery would not require a signature. He didn't want to open the door to anyone.
