that's the way i like it

i masturbated this morning for my required 15 minutes, and found myself thinking about a short phone conversation i had yesterday with Mistress S.

She has recently been overseas for a while and was due back yesterday. But just before She left town, She told me to reserve last night for Her and to call after Her plane landed. Since then i have not heard from Her.

So, when yesterday (Thursday) finally rolled around i called, as per Her instructions. She picked up my call and accepted my pleasantries. Then She immediately asked about my schedule over the weekend. i let Her know that i was free on Friday and Sunday. She said We/we could get together Sunday and that We/we could talk then. At that point, the call was clearly over, so i said goodbye.

In the moment, i was crushed, of course. i have been starving for Her attention and was living in hope of seeing Her last night. So, when She answered the phone, it was like suddenly seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. But when the call ended almost as soon as it had begun, the light immediately winked out, as if the door to the tunnel entrance up ahead had been slammed shut and locked.

But then i WANT to be treated like that. Or perhaps more accurately i want to be under the thumb of someone who talks to me only when She wants to, and then for only as long as She wants to, and not for one second longer. And She isn't going to worry how i might react. She is going to be how She wants to be, and do what She wants to do. Nothing more, nothing less. No second guessing, no reading between the lines. It is what it is.

The terms of Our/our contract are clear. My role is to serve Her, not the other way around. And the call last night was a good example of that.

So, while i was crushed in the moment, by this morning i was wanking to the memory of the phone call.

She is the gift that keeps on giving!