It doesn’t matter if it’s an hour, a day, a week, or a month, when He’s gone, it feels like forever. Over and over He has me edging, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm, bringing myself to the brink then stopping. I’m not allowed to cum unless He specifically tells me. Generally when He is gone, He likes to torture me. He likes me to get close, but not give me the satisfaction until He is home. I understand it. Every orgasm I have is His to own, but it’s so hard for me sometimes. Oh trust me, I only want to cum for Him. I only can cum for Him. But when He is guiding me, I feel like He is almost right here with me.
Today I was bad. I woke up from a dream of us and was already quivering and ready to go. I couldn’t help it. I slid my hand beneath the covers and rubbed my fingers over my clit. I was so wet down there. My fingers rubbed effortlessly over my lips and clit, finally sliding into my pussy and rubbing that inner bundle of nerves that is only His. I hadn’t even asked His permission this morning to see if I could touch myself. I know I’ll be punished. I’m disappointed in my lack of restraint, but it is only Him I cum for. The dream I woke from was so yummy, I’m sure He would approve… or would he?
I rocked my fingers deeper inside my pussy, pressing my thumb on the nub of my clit. My toes curled, and I had to hold my breath to hold off the orgasm I knew I shouldn’t have without Him. My other hand squeezed and pinched my nipples just as I imagined he would. Sometimes, His hand print is left for a few minutes on my breast after he has made sure I know my tits are his too. Somehow, I could never squeeze hard enough to do that myself. Oh, how I love being owned by Him! He’s so good to me!
I pumped my fingers faster into my soaking wet slit… first two, then three fingers, stretching myself slightly. It was pleasure mixed with pain, just as sex always is on my tight little pussy. He always tells me I am tighter than anyone, even himself, could imagine. I visualized Him on top of me, slamming His perfect cock deep inside. I imagined feeling Him throbbing inside of me and whispering in my ear that I was His, that He Owned me, that I would always be His and no one else could have me.
It didn’t take long before my moans got louder and I called His name. It didn’t take long for me to soak my fingers and sheets, squirting and cumming as I pumped myself, only wishing He was filling me with His seed. When the waves of orgasm had subsided, I laid there for a minute to catch my breath. I needed so badly to cum.
Now I sit here, knowing I need to confess to him I was bad. He is my first and last contact of the day, every day, no matter where he is. That is the rule. At least that rule, I will never break.