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You are wrong, you pay.
There are not many alternatives, some yes, but in principle the most valid remains this.
My mistake? Say "No". You never say "no" to the Master. I want to clarify that it was not a real lack, as much as a limit that I have not been able, over and over, to overcome. Nothing bloody, nothing absurd, nothing that has not been seen or probably done, so that "no" was not liked.
After a couple of days of almost total absence, my brain beating myself to resolve the situation, my anger that did not diminish because, after all, I was convinced I was right and this drastic decision to screw everything up for something that I couldn't do it, I just didn't like it.
I do so to regain a frequency in the relationship and I beg him to stop making me feel so bad ... Incredibly to my "Let's start again, please?", A very quiet "okay" answers me.
While I jump out of bed for happiness, because I can bear everything, but not that he has it in me, another message arrives:
"You can't touch yourself."
"Why can't I touch myself?"
"Why didn't you do what I asked you"
"I accept it. It is enough for me only that you understand my motives."
"Yes"
"But for how long? '
"Thing?"
"I can't touch myself"
"Boh"
"I didn't make it so big"
"Quite"
"Be good"
"I'm good, I'm writing to you"
"But is it all right between us?"
"Yes"
"I'm happy. Don't make it last too long"
"You didn't do it when I asked you, you did what the fuck you thought"
"Don't blame me forever"
"Do not ask"
"Will you tell me when I can?"
"Yes. But some time will pass. Now study."
In the following days, the study, the quarantine, the distance from everything and everyone, the stress, made it really difficult to bear this deprivation. Sometimes one wants to see how much he holds, if he can not masturbate for a while, but I'm not that kind of person, you can deprive me of many things, but not masturbation. Why was it a seemingly stupid punishment, but actually a very cruel one? The answer is in a number: at least 4.
I never masturbate less than twice a day, often with two orgasms in a row, especially when I have short exams, and I, soon, would have had an exam that was giving me worries, plus the first online exam.
I must admit, however, that he has not trod too much on the hand, indeed, he has never provoked me, he has always held me back in time and this has certainly made the punishment less sadistic.
Spend the first day, the first two, the first five and I, start not to do it anymore.
Even washing was a problem, I had to be quick, use only ice water and distract myself as much as possible while I touched myself.
It also happened that the temptation was so strong that I let my hand go down, slide it into my briefs, caress the warm skin, touch my fingers following the design of my body and feel my sex throbbing. The temptation is strong, but I am more. I said to myself, in those moments, that the moment when I could finally give vent to my needs would have been so intense and so coveted as to take me to heaven.
It must be said that, when I feel guilty about something, I have a very strong tendency to self-punishment, which is why, on the one hand, every so often I asked when this torture would end, on the other hand I hoped it would last a little longer '. One more day, another day, maybe tomorrow, let's have a weekend ...
I don't remember what I did nice, but I must have aroused a bit of pain mixed with gratitude because I was perceiving signs of slowing down: "it may be that these days I am giving you permission to ..." and not saying that word openly , a sudden excitement awoke in me, from the belly to the face, an immediate heat, but which I felt rising millimeter by millimeter.
In my heart I didn't want to give me the green light, because I was waiting too long for that moment and he couldn't let me do it two days after the exam, so I openly asked to wait at least for the X day to pass and then he could have chosen what to do with the my destiny and the weight of a constant excitement that I had been carrying between my thighs for more than a week.
I changed my way of sitting, and also my way of sleeping, because I happened to wake up in the throes of spasms, completely wet and I could not allow my body to do his own thing. You cannot touch yourself, you cannot enjoy, you cannot disobey, you cannot disappoint yet, you have sworn that you would have been sincere, you can also masturbate, but you cannot lie.
The day of the exam arrives, as usual in the sleepless night, tiredness and stress, I was not thinking of anything else, the anxiety was devouring me, all in addition to not really happy days when, for a variety of reasons, he came to miss that harmony that is now part of my days and my smiles. I have no
having kept fit to make myself alive to avoid making the situation even more burdensome, I know I am even more irascible before an exam.
That same evening, however, I am surprised to find his message to know how it went and with the tension that has now fallen, I spontaneously start to break my balls to try to cheer him up! I go back to the usual one ...
Another day goes by, but signs of a green light and in the afternoon I point out that we are now on day 9, that I was counting them and that even if I had been good so far, I was starting to suffer seriously.
He tells me that the sentence was served, that the exam had gone well, that I could touch myself again, indeed that I would have to recover all the abstinence to which I had been subjected.
I can not make it.
Absurd to think, but I wanted so much to have him with me at that moment, that the awareness not only of being physically distant, but also mentally had brought down all the excitement, all the desire, I felt like an automaton.
Another day goes by and I try again, I relax, on the bed, I undress and open my legs, I caress my thighs, breasts, belly, I pass a hand on the pussy that is a lake, I tighten the nipples between my fingers, I play, I lick them, I get excited and I push myself to the limit, I start to masturbate and moan ... but I can't enjoy.
Then another day passes and I try again, full of excitement, my physical need begins to be exaggeratedly pressing and I feel that I would slip into anything, I would rub on every surface in order to have an orgasm.
I shower, hot, without fear of getting excited and they soap me for several minutes, I slowly caress myself all over, rinse all the soap and shampoo and go to the room.
I put the oil on my body, comb my hair, put the cream on my face and lean on the bed.
Finally I feel a desire rising from my legs, without control, I look at my free breasts under the ascigamano and the nipples that are becoming turgid, I feel relaxed and full, I let myself go ... I lie down, I spread my legs a little and I start to go into it, I kept my pussy open with one hand, while with the other I rubbed myself energetically, without penetrating myself, because I don't like doing it alone. I played like this for several tens of minutes, I reached the limit and stopped, squeezed my legs and opened them again, I stroked slowly and prolonged this pleasure minute by minute, without looking at the clock. This will have gone on for over an hour. I was exhausted and when, on the verge of coming for the umpteenth time, I decide not to stop, a thought comes back to that person that most of all I wanted with me at that moment, who looked at me while I was enjoying, while I thanked him with a desired orgasm like few, to have forgiven me for such a stupid lack and to have granted me the privilege of still being his, not for sex, not for life, but because I could still be his property, in these moments and in others that will come, without opposing me , to his will.
I thought there was little I could do, suffer like this for the rest of the quarantine, unable to enjoy and give. But that of what little I could do I should have worked hard, so I stop again, but only to take a vibrator, put it in my underwear, sit down, pick up the phone, start the hanger and record.
With my hands free and the video aimed at my face, in the grip of absolute shame, I let the vibrator do its job and titillate me as until a few minutes before, for a whole hour, my fingers had done, without interrupting.
My face started to change expression, I felt the orgasm coming and it hurt, after all that rubbing, the vibration was annoying, almost painful, I couldn't slow down or turn off, it was certainly not his language that accompanied me with my times and according to his will to pleasure, but I thought he was there with me, I endured and exploded. A long, intense and full of contractions orgasm. I came out of breath, embarrassed and happy.
I kept the video for a few days, then sent it to him.
I never saw myself, I don't know what he saw, but those minutes were all his, I was completely his and he didn't even know it.
According to a bit of a short story, it certainly does not have great content, but it is an important cross-section for me, the beginning of a growing pleasure, of dedication and affection.
I hope to endure the remaining quarantine and end as soon as possible.
I am yours, but you already know it and all my orgasms are yours, from today until we want.
There are not many alternatives, some yes, but in principle the most valid remains this.
My mistake? Say "No". You never say "no" to the Master. I want to clarify that it was not a real lack, as much as a limit that I have not been able, over and over, to overcome. Nothing bloody, nothing absurd, nothing that has not been seen or probably done, so that "no" was not liked.
After a couple of days of almost total absence, my brain beating myself to resolve the situation, my anger that did not diminish because, after all, I was convinced I was right and this drastic decision to screw everything up for something that I couldn't do it, I just didn't like it.
I do so to regain a frequency in the relationship and I beg him to stop making me feel so bad ... Incredibly to my "Let's start again, please?", A very quiet "okay" answers me.
While I jump out of bed for happiness, because I can bear everything, but not that he has it in me, another message arrives:
"You can't touch yourself."
"Why can't I touch myself?"
"Why didn't you do what I asked you"
"I accept it. It is enough for me only that you understand my motives."
"Yes"
"But for how long? '
"Thing?"
"I can't touch myself"
"Boh"
"I didn't make it so big"
"Quite"
"Be good"
"I'm good, I'm writing to you"
"But is it all right between us?"
"Yes"
"I'm happy. Don't make it last too long"
"You didn't do it when I asked you, you did what the fuck you thought"
"Don't blame me forever"
"Do not ask"
"Will you tell me when I can?"
"Yes. But some time will pass. Now study."
In the following days, the study, the quarantine, the distance from everything and everyone, the stress, made it really difficult to bear this deprivation. Sometimes one wants to see how much he holds, if he can not masturbate for a while, but I'm not that kind of person, you can deprive me of many things, but not masturbation. Why was it a seemingly stupid punishment, but actually a very cruel one? The answer is in a number: at least 4.
I never masturbate less than twice a day, often with two orgasms in a row, especially when I have short exams, and I, soon, would have had an exam that was giving me worries, plus the first online exam.
I must admit, however, that he has not trod too much on the hand, indeed, he has never provoked me, he has always held me back in time and this has certainly made the punishment less sadistic.
Spend the first day, the first two, the first five and I, start not to do it anymore.
Even washing was a problem, I had to be quick, use only ice water and distract myself as much as possible while I touched myself.
It also happened that the temptation was so strong that I let my hand go down, slide it into my briefs, caress the warm skin, touch my fingers following the design of my body and feel my sex throbbing. The temptation is strong, but I am more. I said to myself, in those moments, that the moment when I could finally give vent to my needs would have been so intense and so coveted as to take me to heaven.
It must be said that, when I feel guilty about something, I have a very strong tendency to self-punishment, which is why, on the one hand, every so often I asked when this torture would end, on the other hand I hoped it would last a little longer '. One more day, another day, maybe tomorrow, let's have a weekend ...
I don't remember what I did nice, but I must have aroused a bit of pain mixed with gratitude because I was perceiving signs of slowing down: "it may be that these days I am giving you permission to ..." and not saying that word openly , a sudden excitement awoke in me, from the belly to the face, an immediate heat, but which I felt rising millimeter by millimeter.
In my heart I didn't want to give me the green light, because I was waiting too long for that moment and he couldn't let me do it two days after the exam, so I openly asked to wait at least for the X day to pass and then he could have chosen what to do with the my destiny and the weight of a constant excitement that I had been carrying between my thighs for more than a week.
I changed my way of sitting, and also my way of sleeping, because I happened to wake up in the throes of spasms, completely wet and I could not allow my body to do his own thing. You cannot touch yourself, you cannot enjoy, you cannot disobey, you cannot disappoint yet, you have sworn that you would have been sincere, you can also masturbate, but you cannot lie.
The day of the exam arrives, as usual in the sleepless night, tiredness and stress, I was not thinking of anything else, the anxiety was devouring me, all in addition to not really happy days when, for a variety of reasons, he came to miss that harmony that is now part of my days and my smiles. I have no
having kept fit to make myself alive to avoid making the situation even more burdensome, I know I am even more irascible before an exam.
That same evening, however, I am surprised to find his message to know how it went and with the tension that has now fallen, I spontaneously start to break my balls to try to cheer him up! I go back to the usual one ...
Another day goes by, but signs of a green light and in the afternoon I point out that we are now on day 9, that I was counting them and that even if I had been good so far, I was starting to suffer seriously.
He tells me that the sentence was served, that the exam had gone well, that I could touch myself again, indeed that I would have to recover all the abstinence to which I had been subjected.
I can not make it.
Absurd to think, but I wanted so much to have him with me at that moment, that the awareness not only of being physically distant, but also mentally had brought down all the excitement, all the desire, I felt like an automaton.
Another day goes by and I try again, I relax, on the bed, I undress and open my legs, I caress my thighs, breasts, belly, I pass a hand on the pussy that is a lake, I tighten the nipples between my fingers, I play, I lick them, I get excited and I push myself to the limit, I start to masturbate and moan ... but I can't enjoy.
Then another day passes and I try again, full of excitement, my physical need begins to be exaggeratedly pressing and I feel that I would slip into anything, I would rub on every surface in order to have an orgasm.
I shower, hot, without fear of getting excited and they soap me for several minutes, I slowly caress myself all over, rinse all the soap and shampoo and go to the room.
I put the oil on my body, comb my hair, put the cream on my face and lean on the bed.
Finally I feel a desire rising from my legs, without control, I look at my free breasts under the ascigamano and the nipples that are becoming turgid, I feel relaxed and full, I let myself go ... I lie down, I spread my legs a little and I start to go into it, I kept my pussy open with one hand, while with the other I rubbed myself energetically, without penetrating myself, because I don't like doing it alone. I played like this for several tens of minutes, I reached the limit and stopped, squeezed my legs and opened them again, I stroked slowly and prolonged this pleasure minute by minute, without looking at the clock. This will have gone on for over an hour. I was exhausted and when, on the verge of coming for the umpteenth time, I decide not to stop, a thought comes back to that person that most of all I wanted with me at that moment, who looked at me while I was enjoying, while I thanked him with a desired orgasm like few, to have forgiven me for such a stupid lack and to have granted me the privilege of still being his, not for sex, not for life, but because I could still be his property, in these moments and in others that will come, without opposing me , to his will.
I thought there was little I could do, suffer like this for the rest of the quarantine, unable to enjoy and give. But that of what little I could do I should have worked hard, so I stop again, but only to take a vibrator, put it in my underwear, sit down, pick up the phone, start the hanger and record.
With my hands free and the video aimed at my face, in the grip of absolute shame, I let the vibrator do its job and titillate me as until a few minutes before, for a whole hour, my fingers had done, without interrupting.
My face started to change expression, I felt the orgasm coming and it hurt, after all that rubbing, the vibration was annoying, almost painful, I couldn't slow down or turn off, it was certainly not his language that accompanied me with my times and according to his will to pleasure, but I thought he was there with me, I endured and exploded. A long, intense and full of contractions orgasm. I came out of breath, embarrassed and happy.
I kept the video for a few days, then sent it to him.
I never saw myself, I don't know what he saw, but those minutes were all his, I was completely his and he didn't even know it.
According to a bit of a short story, it certainly does not have great content, but it is an important cross-section for me, the beginning of a growing pleasure, of dedication and affection.
I hope to endure the remaining quarantine and end as soon as possible.
I am yours, but you already know it and all my orgasms are yours, from today until we want.
