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.......

There's nothing hotter than a man in a suit.

I'm wearing the corset and matching thong that you purchased for me last week. Thigh highs, black heels, and collar;as you instructed, waiting just for you. You just came home, pinstripe buisness suit, dress shirt and tie. You pull me towards you and I can feel your hard member pressed against the fabric of your pants. You know that I'm dripping wet from edging; switching between wearing my butt plug and vibrating egg to work; asking me to send photos for proof. I haven't been able to come in close to 2 weeks. I look into your eyes and tug at your tie. You take my hand away and completely unknot your tie and slip in over my eyes. You spin me around and whisper "Bend over and grab your ankles, pet." I do as you ask, my ass in the air, embarrassed and waiting as I hear your footsteps depart and return. I hear you chuckle softly, leash in one hand, riding crop in the other.

"Are you ready, pet?"

Perfect Situation

Looking back, I like the way that sir and I have grown together. When we first met, this wasn't supposed to be a serious relationship. But eventually 1 month turned into 3 months, 3 months into 3 years... Some things changed and some things didn't. I'm glad it didn't stay the same or else I'd feel like we weren't really 'getting to know each other' so to speak. I went out with a friend yesterday and she told me that she didn't date men whom she doesn't feel nervous around, especially if she was too comfortable around them. I asked her "Does that hold true if you've been in a relationship with him for awhile?" She couldn't really answer me because her definition of "awhile" was different from mine. Instead, she asked me what I thought. I told her that my sir still makes me nervous. Which I like. I feel like I'm falling in love with him for the first time everytime I look into his eyes. I'm timid and shy to begin with but doubly so when I first met sir. Even until now, when he smiles and winks at me from across the room I can't help but feel weak in the knees and as if I'm the luckiest girl in the world. At the same time, I'm glad that I can be honest and open with sir like I am with my friends. It's nice getting to know more and more about someone and he/she doesn't go running for the hills. How else would he have found out that I like sucking his cock while he drove me home? You can't really just admit that to anyone. "Hi, my name is(insert name here) and I am somewhat of an exhibitionist who enjoys getting flogged in bed." Ummm i don't think that usually goes well on a first date...

I'm rambling. On another note, 5 days has passed and sir promised that he would consider letting me come tomorrow. At this point, that's IF I am what sir would deem as a good pet. Normally I don't keep track of the days but since sir's assignments have been leaving me on the edge of orgasm these days, it's very hard NOT to count. Whenever sir and I talk on Skype, I am either wearing the ring that he gave me or the leather collar with a metal ring attached to it. *Due to my choice of profession, I have 2 types of collars, obviously one less conspicuous.* Sir likes it when I wear my leather collar and nipple clamps so that he can pull the chain while I masterbate in front of him. That way he can control how fast or slow, what's allowed in or out. After all, he does own every inch of me. Sir also insists that I look him in the eyes when I do this because he knows that it humiliates me to admit that I am a dirty little slut and I do enjoy him watching me. I fantasize that when he comes back, he'll attach weights on the nipple clamps, fill both of my holes; a vibrator in my cunt and a vibrating butt plug as I'm blind folded. That way, I"ll have to crawl on my hands and knees to find him. A spanking before he fucks my brains out wouldn't be such a bad thing either. Just sayin'...

I wished that he was here so that my fantasies weren't just fantasies. God, I've never been so anxious for May. But I understand that things come at their own pace and our situation makes me appreciate him that much more. His drive and ambition at medschool along with his faithfulness to me always leaves me in a state of creamy panties and a wet pussy. He is the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last before I go to bed. Although both of our schedules are fairly busy, we both make time for each other. Even without my daily naughty assignments from sir, he is never far from my mind and apparently I'm not that far from his. He told me that someone happened to notice that his eyes lit up whenever sir talked about me. Little 'ol me. Who'da thought? Right now, we're not in the most perfect situation, what with being so far away from each other, but I couldn't imagine making an effort at being in a relationship with anyone but sir. I wouldn't want to if it wasn't him. I'm hell bent on making this work. I hope he doesn't get bored of me because some times I tend to snore like a beast when I'm drunk and he knows that some times I prefer chocolate over him.

In a perfect situation, sir would be home. For good. Fast forward. In a perfect situation, 4 yrs. from now and sir will make good on that promise that he made last night. As I said... in a perfect situation.

HNT

I don't really have much to say for myself. It has been 3 days since my last orgasm and I am dripping as I walk...

I missed sir's call today but he left a voicemail telling me that he has landed safely and a huge weight was lifted off my chest. With the recent earthquake in Haiti and my sir flying off towards the Carribean... Well, what matters is that he is safe. I do pray for all of the people in Haiti. I have friends who have lost or are still trying to locate loved ones.

*I'm posting my HNT now since I won't be able to do so tomorrow. Here's a shot of the ring that sir left behind with me. This ring is very important to him, and so, I keep it very close to my heart.

HAPPY HNT, EVERYONE!

Don’t be scared ‘cause you’re not something I’m willing to lose.

While sir is away, he left me with orders that I must fullfill, which was to edge at least 4 times a day without coming until the day that I speak to him again. Right now, sir is at the airport and he was thoughtful enough to call me to say that he was thinking of me and to say "I love you." His thoughtfulness is so sexy. It just finally hits me that my darling sir is gone and I'm a mess....Right now, I am griping the ring that he left behind for me as tightly as I can, hoping that he'll somehow feel me giving him the same type of support he is always giving me.

"Even if the whole world is against you, I'm always on your side."

Before I started crying, and since sir is off to school, I decided to post up for him a shot of me dressed as a school girl. Just a small reminder of what he has to look forward to when he gets back. I wish my sexy sir a safe trip and lots of luck while he's down there.

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.

When I touch myself, I am conjuring you.

Tonight, my sir wanted to me to talk about how I felt about the assignments that he has been giving me on a daily basis since entering a long distance relationship with sir.

So far, I am really enjoying this sexual build up that I am only allowed to come when given permission to. Yesterday, I touched myself while I was driving in the car. Who knew running errands and doing mundane things could suddenly become so interesting? I've also taken a good liking to my remote control vibrator egg. That way, all I have to do is stick it in and flick the switch to my heart's content and it removes the akwardness of getting caught with putting my hand down my pants as often as sir requests of me to do on a daily basis. When sir and I first bought it together, I was averse to the idea because I know how mean sir can be sometimes. He especially likes for me to wear it whenever we're around others or go out to public places. *Hence my mean comment.* But as it turns out, I really enjoy it so I guess that I just contridicted my statement.

In all seriousness, that's the thing with my sir. He is always very considerate of me and what makes me happy. We are also having a lot of webcam sex and I am starting to read up on self bondage so that he and I can still enjoy each other sexually even when he isn't physically with me.

I've always been self conscious *both physically as well as internally* but he always reassures me that I am a good and beautiful person. I feel safe knowing that he's always wondering what I'm doing and how I'm feeling. Our relationship has always been open and up front but I feel like we have been more upfront with our feelings and emotions since entering this type of relationship with sir. The sexual stuff is nice but the underlying point of it all is what I really enjoy. *Oops. there's my girly side showing again...

It makes me happy that he's protective of me. It makes me feel sexy as well as safe and protected that I am his and he is mine. At first, I thought that when he left it would be "So long, see you later. Let's see what happens when I get back." Or that even though I know med school is a serious thing and I know that sir is not the cheating/lying type, perhaps he would meet someone there who was more compatible with him on a sexual as well as an intellectual level pertaining to medicine. I'm very well versed when it comes to arts, design, basic engineeer, and aesthetic but I don't know a thing the medical field. I'm really glad that he is willing to make the effort to show me that he is trying his hardest to show that he can be with me emotionally and sexually even if he can't be with me physically for the time being. There is a large amount of trust that goes into this and he and I really want to make this work.

On the flip side, it makes me sad that just as that we're getting to know each other better, he's leaving. I know it's just for a little while but I miss my sir immensely already. Upon meeting, it didn't take long for us to become sexually intimate but I feel like even though we've been together for 3 yrs. everything still feels new and exciting with sir. Sex and everything else in between with sir has been wonderful. In the eyes of others, 3 years is a long time being with someone whom you're not married to especially at our age where I feel like people today become so easily bored with each other. To me, I can't think of any thing but good things to describe our relationship. Sure there have been arguments but nothing that he and I weren't willing to work out together.

...Besides, make up sex is always hot. I dare anyone to disagree with me.

I wish these hands were yours instead of mine.

After my conversation with sir last night, I went to bed very frustrated. He told me that I wasn't allowed to come that night. However, he did say that I was allowed to touch myself but stop just as I'm on the brink of coming as often as I wanted. I don't know if this was meant to be an act of generosity or torture. Maybe both. I guess this is what I get for being such a horny little minx. *SIGH Maybe I should just stop thinking about all this and go about my daily day (I do have a few errands that I need to run today) but it's so difficult...

Oh yes. This is my first HNT post. HAPPY HNT EVERYONE!
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