Say Please.

"Look at me, pet." Sir said.

I couldn't bring myself to do so. Head down with the chain of the nipple clamps grasped tightly between my teeth, hands cuffed together, kneeling in front of Sir, I couldn't do it. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Earlier today he had me get on all fours, butt plug in place as he gave me a good flogging with our new riding crop. Now I was sitting on the balls of my feet and could feel the welts on my ass which I was more than sure was still bright cherry pink. Just the shade Sir liked my ass to be after a good spanking/ flogging. Thankfully or not so thankfully, Sir removed the plug, simply to replace it with these nipple clamps. I'm glad at least it wasn't both at this moment. After that, I definitely didn't want to raise my head up and look at him. I didn't want to admit that I had been turned on since then, and I didn't want to admit it to him now either.

"I want you to crawl towards our nightstand and get the Hitachi and plug it in. Remember, don't drop your chain, pet. If you do, I will leave you here kneeling in our bedroom, unable to come." As carefully as I could, head still down I crawl slowly towards our bed, teeth firmly clamped down on the chain. I try to stand briefly to pull it out of the drawer, bring it back, plug it in, trying very hard not to tug on my overly sensitive nipples. All the while, I know embarrassingly, his eyes are still watching me the entire time.

When he orders it, I turn it on and hold it towards my pussy. I've always thought that Hitachis have always been too intense for me to handle but if it was the only way that Sir was going to let me come, I'd take it. It had not even been a minute yet and my pussy was already dripping. I'm whimpering and squirming, trying my hardest not to move around too much, especially my head as the clamps swung around, a painful reminder. But I was getting hot, and wet, and so turned on as time went on. And just like that, Sir instructed me to turn the wand off. I was so close to coming it wasn't even fair.

"Had enough, pet?" Sir asked. My cunt throbbed so badly; My whole body felt warm, my nipples sore, I finally swallowed my pride and did as he originally asked hours ago. I looked up at him, straight in the eye, and said "Yes, sir." as best as I could. This action tugged at my nipples as I winced in pain. I saw him smirk in satisfaction. "You can let the chain go, but I want you to play with yourself as I take these clamps off for you. No coming without my permission, pet." He looks at me, I know that he's waiting for me to make the first move...I let the chain drop from my mouth and start crawling back towards the bed. When we get there, Sir decides to sit behind me, back against the headboard and I sit in front of him. Slowly, I move my hand towards my pussy. He kisses my forehead softly, removing my cuffs first. When he removes the first nipple clamp, I whimper. He touches my overly sensitive nipples softly and I wince. "Aren't you glad at least one clamp is off, pet?" I nod silently, eyes closed, stroking my already wet cunt more turned on and humiliated than ever that I was completely exposed, practically naked while he was still fully clothed.

"You don't seem very thankfully. If you'd like, I can put it back on for a little while longer and see how you feel later." Sir said. "No sir. Thank you, sir." I manage to gasp. At this point, my legs were shaking, head swimming. I didn't know whether to focus on the pain or pleasure. Heat radiated throughout my body. "Tell me how wet you are and how badly you want to come, pet."Sir said, his one hand joining mine to see how wet I really was.

I'm soaked, Sir. Please, please let me come." I say. In my opinion, it didn't matter what I said because at that point, there was no denying it. But I knew the real reason he asked was because it was all part of trying to break me down. I was stroking faster, my hips bucking towards fingers, his or mine. One nipple still clamped, Sir's other hand was playing with the nipple that he just released from the clamps; almost inqusitively as if he wasn't quite sure whether he was going to let me come during this session or not. My breathing was short and swift, I'm so close... then all I hear is Sir counting. We'd done this before. I'd never been so anxious for him to reach 1:

10...9..8..7...6...5..4...3.......2.......

You gave your love to me, and now you are my property: Masturbating for sir

"Strip down to your bra and panties, pet. I want to take a good look at my property in the States." sir said. Today was the day that sir would FINALLY let me come. My nipples tingled with excitement. Slowly, I stripped off my shirt and the knee high socks that I was wearing. I didn't bother wearing any shorts or pants because I was hoping sir was in a good mood and would allow me to come that night.

"Get on all fours and turn towards me slowly." sir said to me. First he examined my breasts, my tight ass hole, and lastly my dripping cunt. He seemed satisfied. Smiling, he told me to start touching myself with one hand and to play with my breasts with the other. I moved my thong aside and slowly began to massage my clit with one hand, grabbing a handful of breast with the other. I continued towards my moist pussy, slowing caressing the lips of my vagina before shoving one finger, and eventually two in there. I thought about a lot of the kinky things that sir and I have done, and even more, the public places where we did these things. In particular about last Halloween, when I was dressed as a maid with my collar on, kneeling at the door, blindfolded waiting for sir to come home. How he took me forcefully on the bed, not bothering to remove our clothing. Just biting and scratching, giving little thought to anything else but his cock ramming hard and fast inside of me.

I became even wetter knowing that sir is watching me. I love it when his eyes grow dark with lust because of me. "Keep touching yourself but close your eyes and imagine that I'm right behind you, grabbing your nipples and playing with your wet pussy." I started to breath and pant more heavily, rocking my hips, moving faster as I stuck my fingers deeper and deeper into my cunt. I finally removed my restraining bra. I scratched my chest. I alternated squeezing and twisting my breasts and nipples as hard as I could. I was at the edge. I wanted to come so badly, but I knew better than to not ask sir for permission. I opened my eyes and looked straight into the camera at sir, begging. "Oh God, sir. Can I come please? Please?" He simply smiled. "Who do you belong to, pet?" He waited. Sir loves to make me wait. He also loves making me beg as I watch myself as a reminder of what a slut I really am. Hair desheveled, the clinking sound from my collar as my breasts bounced in the air, my face contorted in erotic bliss. "Oh God, please! I'm your dirty little slut sir, please!" Sir finally gave me permission and I threw my head back and shuddered, feeling my pussy clamp down onto my fingers as I came.

After recomposing ourselves, sir and I talked about his first day of classes which was on Monday. He also sent me a picture of himself, looking very professional and handsome during his white coat ceremony. A large part of me is very proud of him, while the other part of me couldn't help but fantasize about roughly disheveling his hair with my fingers from ecstacy because he is strangling me with his tie. When he comes home, I can't wait to greet him at the door wearing just his white coat and my collar and nylons underneath. Hopefully sir will be kind enough to fuck me against the wall. It has only been about a week since he's left and I miss his warm body next to mine. Tonight, I'm going to sleep with my collar on and hope that he dreams of me.

Sweetest Goodbye

Even after watching all of my beloved sir's luggage strewn all across the floor in his house, the idea that he is definitely leaving has still yet to hit me. Maybe I'm in denial because I don't want him to go but at the same time I want him to go because I know how important this is to him.

Yesterday was the last day that I will be seeing sir until he comes back in May. He picked me up and drove me back to his house because he invited me over to have dinner with his family and have drinks with him and his friends afterwards. On the drive there, he said, "Remember, pet. You're not allowed to come no matter what I do to you, understood?" I shook my head and replied "Yes, sir." "Good girl." sir said as he told me to hike up my very tight pencil skirt because he wanted to finger me in the front passenger seat. Needless to say, sir was very happy with what greeted him which was a pair of thigh high fishnet stockings and a silky Victoria's Secret thong. (I always joke with sir that at this point, I'm pretty sure that he's seen most of what's exhibited in the Victoria's Secret catalog because of me by now. Sorry, I have an undeniable weakness for cute underwear) Sir and I have done this before on several occassions but the fact that it was broad daylight both embarrassed and made me wetter at the same time. I'm sure that the people driving on the other side of the road could see my face contorting in pleasure so instead I grit my teeth and faced my side of the window as he touched, twisted and grabbed my pussy from outside of my underwear. He scratched my thigh and then slowly massaged it as he chuckled to himself upon seeing that I was beginning to soak through my thong. It had been 2 days since sir permitted me to come so at this point, my cunt was throbbing. "That was the shortest ride to his house that I had ever experienced." I thought to myself as we pulled up to his house.

For awhile, I've been working on his going away present which consisted of an ink drawing that I did on a sheet of veneer along with a small black moleskine notebook filled with quotes and funny and endearing pictures of things that reminded me of him, what I will miss when he's away, and naughty things I want to do to him when he returns. Sir whispered "Thank you." as he grabbed my hair and gave me the most passionate and heartfelt kiss that went straight to my soul and down to warmth between my thighs. He managed to somehow fog up the aviator glasses that I was wearing! Dinner was pleasant and the last of his major packing got done. But I won't elaborate on that as it is not what the Dear Readers came here for.

After dinner, I think sir really wanted his dessert. And so did I. As the car was warming up, sir didn't waste anytime putting his hands up my skirt. His hands were cold and it was my job to warm them up. All the local spots that we usually went to were crowded with people that were too likely to catch us. I like doing it in public but we knew better. Frustrated, sir told me to hike up my skirt and put my coat on top of my lap. He began to finger me again, but this time putting his fingers inside of my thong. We carried on this way until we finally found a spot. It wasn't secluded enough for full on fucking that we both wanted but it was still public enough to do what we did. Sir and I began to kiss and without warning, threw his head down towards my lap and moved my thong aside as he began to tongue fuck my pussy in the car. My nails dug into the driver's leather headrest as I cried out and begged him for permission to come. Sir gave me permission. The experience was more intense than I could describe. I wanted to thank sir for my orgasm and began to rub his cock inside of his jeans. It secretly made me happy to see how hard he was from licking my pussy. Sir began to unbutton his pants and asked me, "Just how badly do you want my cock?" I replied "Really badly sir. You know what a cock hungry whore I am, sir." Sir had slipped down his pants and his boxers at this point. I looked down at his cock hungrily. "Do you promise to swallow and lick every drop?" he asked. I nodded my head yes. He smiled at me as we kissed and he bit my lip. I bit him back forgetting that I wasn't allowed to do that. He grabbed my hair and slapped my face as he repremanded me, saying, "Bad slut. I didn't give you permission to do that." I said I was sorry as he forced my mouth down onto his cock.

He gripped my head and massaged my hair as I worked my way up and down his cock, sucking and licking it. I like the sounds sir makes when he's turned on. I could feel my cunt getting wet again. Sir knows that I get turned on when I'm giving him a blowjob so he decided to play with my clit and thrust one finger inside of my dripping wet pussy along with another finger dangerously close to my ass hole. He told me to suck his cock and to relax my throat. I did as he asked as he began to thrust faster and deeper into my mouth. At that point, I was choking on his cock but my gag reflex has gotten a lot better since I love deep throating sir's cock. I was pretty sure his entire cock was inside my mouth because I could feel his balls slapping my chin. He came long and hard in my mouth and I swallowed every sweet drop of him. Just like a good pet. He sighed in saisfaction. He looked at me and stroked my hair lovingly. "I love you and damn, that was one of the most incredible blowjobs that you've ever given me." he said. "Thank you, sir." I replied. He smiled at me and said, "If you think I'm done with you, you are mistaken pet. Go inside your purse and put your vibrator egg inside of you." I looked at him incrediously. "Are you serious?" I managed to choke out in disbelief. He gave me the look that he was deadly serious. I didn't dare disobey. I rummaged through my purse and found the vibrator and remote. I handed sir the remote and stuck the egg inside of my cunt. "And the same rules apply, pet. Don't you dare come unless I let you." I replied, "Yes sir." Pleased, he drove to Starbucks to get us both coffee. I told him that I'd rather not greet his friends smelling like his semen and my saliva.

He turned on the vibrator every so often. I winced and tried not to make any sqeaks or sounds that would give me away to the general public. Little did everyone know, I was getting wetter by the second because of this little vibrator and because of the fact that this was happening while sir and I were both out in public. Sir even turned it on when we greeted his friend's parents! Sir is often very very wicked...

After we picked up his friends, we headed to a bar. We were all drinking and having a good time until my phone vibrated. Sir handed it to me nonchalantly. The text was from him. It read, "Panties, now. Excuse yourself to the bathroom." Sheepishly, I waited for a bit. I didn't want to seem obvious. Eventually, I excused myself. I couldn't believe that I was about to hand my soaked thong to sir and go home without any underwear! Thankfully, this was towards the end of the night and we were all saying goodbye and good night to everyone.

Sir brought one of his friend for the ride home. Perhaps he was thinking of me and possibly knew that if he and I were alone, I was going to cry. I almost did anyway when he showed/told me that he was going to start wearing the ring again that I had bought for him on our 2 year anniversary when we exchanged rings. On the other hand, I was still thoroughly turned on so I sent him a text saying that had we gone home alone, I wanted to give him road head on the way home but obviously that wasn't possible. Descretely, I handed him my thong and rested my hand on his lap which occassionally wandered over to his crotch. If sir could be mean, I thought to myself, "So could I."

The ride was short and sir was happy...He got the send off that he wanted. Small, intimate, and surrounded by people who would truly miss him. I kissed him several times and I gave him the biggest and tightest hug that I could. I knew that that was the last time that I would for a bit.

When I entered my house, I had to climb up the stairs to get to my bedroom. My thighs were still wet from the evening and I happened to be wearing a tight pencil skirt that night so that with every shift or movement, the vibrator would rub against my g-spot. I began to remove the vibrator that had been resting inside my very moist pussy the entire night, groaning in pleasure and disappointment. After all the events of the evening, my pussy was overstimulated. I squirted unexpectedly as I pulled the vibrator out of overly wet cunt. Not only were my juices all over the vibrator but all over my bedroom floor and I could also feel it dripping down my thighs and onto my fishnet thigh highs. I cleaned myself up and decided to confess to sir that I had come without his permission. After all, since sir was kind enough to let me come, I have to wait 5 days before I am allowed to come again. (It was originially 4 days but I can't seem to keep my hands to myself. ;] ) I awaited my punishment.

...There was none. Sir seemed pleased and commended how hot that was. I shook my head and smiled at his text. Even though I'm used to his antics and absurdly perverted remarks, he still somehow manages to shock me. I shake my head and smile as I climb into bed and dream of the day that he'll be at my doorstep again, smiling with a boquet of roses in one hand and a wad of rope in the other.