Horny, needy little girl

Sir has asked me to write about what a “horny, needy little girl” I am. He says I may express that in any way I choose. He suggested I could talk about how I beg to be allowed to come. It is true, I do that. I begged him to control me but then I beg all the time to be allowed release. I am sometimes very bratty. Even when he’s told me I won’t be allowed any orgasms I act really slutty and do horny things I know he likes in an attempt to persuade him to change his mind. I am lucky that Sir is amused by me and indulges this behaviour… to a point. He knows that if I get too out of hand one stern word from him will have me back in line.

He suggested I could talk about how wet my panties get all the time. God, this is also true. I am always creaming into my panties thinking horny thoughts of Sir making me do filthy things. He makes me so wet and it embarrasses me so much but I also love to show him. Sometimes he makes me edge over and over and then makes me put my fingers inside my pussy and show him how wet they are. And they are so wet. Not just shiny. Not just glistening. But strands of girl goo strung between my fingers, like… well, ‘tis the season… like garland on a Christmas tree!

In my defense my little body just wants to do what it’s always been allowed to do until Sir took control. And that is, come over and over. Like I said before, I used to masturbate and come very frequently. So my body is still not accustomed to Sir managing it. Sometimes when he’s teasing and edging me, in between edges my hips just hump the bed and I hardly realize I’m doing it. This little pussy that Sir owns is just so used to the relief of coming that it seeks it out of its own accord. When this happens Sir is so patient. He has a little chuckle pointing out how his little needy pussy reacts. I blush like crazy and only want to lay myself before him and submit to him further.

You see how I need his control??