Yes Sir

me irl

Daydreams

Who would have thought they could be so frustrating? 

In the past particularity when Sir isn't around I'd avoid touching if certain thoughts came into my mind... A while ago I told Sir about this and he gave me the evil suggestion of when I thinking about some specific arousing things and it was safe to do so I wouldn't resist and start touching for a couple of minutes. It's so mean yet hot being so helpless at the same time.

Just a normal day...

Apart from sir making me keep my dildo in at all times when I'm in my room. So horny and very much hoping I'm allowed release later.

Art G.Shvecova (Design graphics - Purple-Galaxy_010418)

Frustrated beginning to the year...

I have been on denial for almost two weeks now and was meant to have release today however sir wants me to wait two more days until he gets home. So very frustrated and resisting the urge to give bratty responses.

Just a little message I sent sir

I know you're sleeping but I just came again. I was looking at tumblr porn and touching then I was thinking about the ways you could use me as your little whore. One of them included being made to pleasure you under the table. So I started sucking the vibe like the good little slut I am while touching and came with it in my mouth.

(best I can tell from google image and tineye, this image is deliberately anonymous)

Nicole moaned in frustration as she tried again to cum, but it was no good. No matter how much of her vast porn collection she went through, how many sites she tried, ever since she’d been to that one site last week she hadn’t been able to get herself off without it. Tonight she’d sworn she would do it without the site, but after what felt like hours, she couldn’t take it anymore.

If she wanted to cum, she didn’t have a choice… What she did have was a bookmark, one she couldn’t bring herself to erase. She clicked it and went to the site.

This time there were no images or video of women playing with themselves or being fucked. Every time she visited the site, those images were fainter, the oddly twisting spiral in the background clearer. This time the spiral was everywhere.

A dialogue box popped up. “What do you want?” There were three radio selectors to choose from:

Beg

Obey

Cum

Below them was a button: Submit.

Three fingers plunging in and out of her dripping snatch, Nicole clicked “Cum” and then Submit.

She groaned as the popup disappeared for a second and then reappeared. Again she clicked Cum, then Submit while she desperately frigged herself, but nothing. She tried it again and again: Cum, Submit. Cum, Submit. Cum, Submit.

But she couldn’t. She was right on the edge, completely unable to stop, shaking with need… but she couldn’t get there without the site’s help.

Desperate, not knowing what else to try, she clicked one of the other options: Beg. She didn’t even have to click the button; the moment she clicked beg, the dialogue box vanished, and there was only the spiral with the single word “Beg” floating in the center.

She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the screen in front of her and the waves of need cascading through her body. “Please…” she moaned. “Please let me cum… I need it so bad, I’ll do anything…”

The dialogue box appeared again, but this time “Beg” was grayed out. Eagerly, she clicked Cum and Submit.

Nothing.

She groaned… but she understood. She’d promised to do anything, hadn’t she? That could only mean one thing. She clicked Obey, and the box cleared. Her eyes widened as instructions appeared in the center of the spiral. Slowly, her thoughts wound to a stop. Her eyes dimmed, her face slackened, her mouth opened. Her entire body relaxed, except for the hand still eagerly working between her legs.

And then the box appeared again. “What do you want?” it asked, but there were no options, no choices, just a single button: Submit.

She clicked it. She submitted. She came.

And then she sat, watching the spiral, and waited to be picked up.