whipping

I was lying in the sun, listening to the water splashing against the shore, boy it was hot! Now I needed to pee, how annoying. I tried to ignore it but I could feel pressure on my bladder and it was distracting me from the sunshine. I opened my eyes, where was I, this wasn't the beach! My eyes focused a bit more and I saw Lance, and we were in his bedroom. I felt my arms still tied to the bed where I must have fallen asleep after many more sessions of him teasing me and denying me an orgasm. That pressure on my bladder was relentless, I really needed to go!

For those of you who have been following my blog and like some continuity, I'll briefly catch up before continuing.

I didn't get to orgasm on my birthday; The reason being, Sir gave me a special birthday beating which involved:

Sir was here for an extended bank holiday weekend, he screwed my brains out and I came like a train.

I can't say I was disappointed. I wouldn't have objected to continuing, but I think it would have been hard, and I enjoyed cumming over and over again, screaming while he impaled me on his cock. Everytime I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he was just grinning like a maniac, digging his cock further into me to make me scream some more.

But now it's back to the denial, and beginning is so hard, the hardest part of it. Weird as it sounds, it's easier after 4 weeks than it is after 4 hours. The memory is still fresh in my mind, I can feel the after effects in Sir's pussy, smell my own juices on my underwear. I'm still orgasmic yet I'm facing up to an unknown time without orgasms. In this case, it's almost certain that I won't orgasm again till I see him in 2 weeks and 3 days. On the one hand, I wish it was longer - denial makes me top from the bottom something chronic, not because I want it to end but because I want it to continue! - on the other hand I'm sat here now, wanting to peak more than anything, remembering all the hot things we have done this weekend.

Sir keeps having this dream about me wearing a bright red swimsuit. In the dream he is teasing me, rubbing his cock against me, me moaning and writhing beneath him whilst he grinds against me. Mischievous little subbie that I am, I can never resist getting something if I know it would please him.

So fast forward to Saturday afternoon, he is walking up the stairs to my apartment, and I am posing in the hallway, my hands resting against the doorframe, wearing a killer red swimsuit, seamed fishnet stockings, high heels and the collar round my neck. He comes in through the front door, sees me, bites his lip whilst making that 'mmm, I'm going to fuck you' sound and the next thing I am on my back on the bed, holding my legs apart, getting impaled on his cock.