It's been four days since She allowed me to cum, on Her bathroom floor, and while i am desperate to jerk off, the constant aching hasn't resurfaced, yet. (Thank goodness.)
This morning's masturbation session followed the pattern of the last couple of days - i can only wank for short bursts before having to stop in order to avoid cumming.
my fantasies while masturbating this morning were dominated by visions of being with Her while i am collared, leashed and caged, visions of being at Her feet, doing Her ironing, laying down next to Her, talking with Her, all the while marked and constrained like chattel.
There is something powerful and wonderful about the dramatic combination of being very close to Her and at the same time being submissive to Her, of being intimate with Her while collared and caged like a slave, an animal. Sometimes when i am lying next to Her, the contrast of Her freedom against the reality of my collar, leash and cock cage washes over me as pure joy.
i know this all must sound like crazy talk. And i know that much of this could just be Her cock talking.
But damn, that's what it feels like in this moment.
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