sirslittlegirl's blog

Sir said the game was called 10-3-1. The instructions were relatively simple. I was to edge as many times as possible in a ten minute period and then stop. I was to do this three times. After I would report how many edges I managed and if I hit a certain secret number that only he knew I would get one cum. Ten minutes. Three sessions. One cum.

Recently I told Sir I had a naughty little snatch and he asked me this question...

"Is it true, pet? Is your snatch naughty? Is it a nasty little cunt? Tell me about that, pet. Tell me what makes it such a slutty little hole."

I sent him the dirtiest fucking reply, so personal, so embarrassing, so fucking raunchy.... because I love confessing those sorts of things to Sir.

Sir has told me I may do another post here already!

This time he wants me to explain that we are trying a new reward system. Sir grants me points for various things: completing tasks, edging, sending photos, etc. and allows me to earn special treats, for example, a little cummie on my own, or something else.

Hello!

I haven’t posted in a little while. Every so often Sir and I take a little break. Not from each other, I couldn’t handle that! I need Sir’s words every morning like I need my first cup of tea. But sometimes we take a little break from my submission.

I completed my cum slut training session on Friday. After a long (for me!) 19 day period of denial, Sir ordered me to hump out 13 orgasms for him, to show what a horny little slut I am. As luck would have it, after a couple of days with lots of privacy to touch and edge myself to complete distraction (seriously, I was like a madwoman, I felt like I would go out of my mind if I wasn’t allowed relief), Friday was a busy day for me. So trying to fit all of my orgasms in, something I didn’t even consider while I was denied and completely gagging for a little cummie, ended up being a challenge!

I’ve written quite a bit about restrictions now. About how I hold all my cummies for Sir. But there is actually one exception to that.

You see, my pleasure is to give Sir pleasure. I love to serve and please him. Often what pleases him is for me to be denied. But not always. Sometimes he finds it amusing for me to come.

Sir and I live apart. Our communication is restricted mostly to emails and IM. We very occasionally have a Skype session.

As you can tell from what I’ve written, I very much need Sir’s control. Without it I’m a naughty, slutty, horny little girl who masturbates and comes all the time.

So… the final restriction? I may only come when Sir is watching me. Watching so that he can manage my orgasm. Watching while I hump like a horny little bitch in heat. So that he can edge me over and over. Make me do it slow. Then fast. But hold it! Hold my little cummie for him.

A while ago a reader asked how my submission to Sir interacts with RL. This is one of the ways. Sir has asked me to describe a particular change we made during my submission that involves my spouse.

In the last post I wrote about all the ways Sir has graciously allowed me to have a little cummie. And one of them was during sex. I did used to enjoy coming during sex when Sir allowed it. But after some months of submission we both decided it was time. Since I have pledged my pussy to Sir, since I relish his ownership of it and of me, I have now given up orgasms during sex.

This time Sir has asked me to share the different ways he’s allowed me to have a little cummie.

I’ve told you about the corner. Sir has allowed me to press myself against the nice, hard surface and wiggle out my relief. Although he calls it a little cummie, those cums on the corner don’t feel little to me. The waves of orgasm feel big and strong and satisfying and I cannot help but cry out in glorious release. In my current state, just writing about how good it is makes me clench and moisten with need.

When Sir and I started talking about me posting here, I knew he would require me to share some embarrassing things. Already the things that I’ve written about are embarrassing. But not so much as what I’m going to share now. A very real part of me wants to scream and run away from this task. But the lure of erotic humiliation is a strange, strange beast indeed. Another part of me has a twisted need to share. It is a need I would never sate for it would be far outweighed by embarrassment were it not for Sir. But Sir has instructed me to share on this topic. And so I will.