Better to ask permission or beg forgiveness?
’Please, Sir, May I?’ Oh fuck! Where are you? I’ve been masturbating for an hour now and can’t seem to cum. Even when I listen to you in my head, it now only brings me to the edge. So I text you in hopes of help. However, it’s backfired. Now that I’ve asked, I’m not sure I can lay off, but my brain is screaming that I asked so I can’t until you say yes.
Aaaarrggh! My own stupidity! Yet, I can’t seem to stop touching myself. I’m covered in a sheen of sweat. I can taste the blood where I‘ve bitten through my lower lip. Do you know how hard it is to pull my fingers away from my cunt and my clit in order to type to you?
I so want! But I can’t. I want. Oh, I want. Please, be there, read this. Oh fuck! Fuck! How can I not? Please, my cunt wants to cum. My mind becomes scattered. Coherency dissolves.
You’d probably love to see my writhing and thrashing. Watching me lose control. Fighting myself. So desperate.
It flashes on my screen, the sweetest words I could hope for. ‘CUM FOR ME!’ I scream as my orgasm rips through me. Shredding all thought. ’Again, please?’
‘Why? That Cunt isn’t for your orgasm. It exists only to provide a place for my cock. I let you come just to remind you how empty your cunt is. A reminder of how complete my control of you is.’
‘Yes, Sir, but please? I‘ve held off for so long. But. Oh fuck!’ The countdown begins. The numbers slide across my screen. 5, 4, 3. There’s a long pause. Time stills. I can hear my body screaming in outrage. Now! I want it now! 2,1! A roar forces its way out of my mouth as the power of my long denied orgasm slams through my body again and again. My leg muscles tense, I can feel my cunt muscles, grasping and clenching on air. Hungry, devouring. Another wave crashes through me. ‘Oh thank you, thank you, thank you so much.’ If you were here right now, I’d fall before your feet and smother them in kisses of gratitude.