Hard at work

Since Sir has been generously been allowing me to come most of last weekend, I knew that there would be a price to pay. Starting this week, I was back to my daily dose of orgasm denial, butt plug in place, photograph sent to Sir as proof that I'm wearing my plug. I want to complain; kicking and screaming but I also want to make Sir happy and will admit that Sir is right about one thing: I do enjoy my orgasms a bit more when I suffer a little (more than a little sometimes ;P) and am forced to wait. With my plug in place, moving around (which I'm doing a lot more these days as the weather gets nicer and our company being in the process of a move) makes work at the office become a bit difficult to accomplish when all I have is sex on the brain. Not that sex isn't usually on my mind whenever Sir is concerned. Climbing up ladders, crawling on the floor...all of these reduce me to a dripping shaky mess. To an extent, my imagination, concerning design is affected as well. Subtle phallic-looking objects sometimes show up unintentionally on some of the sketches. This was known to happen not just to me, but a few of my peers as well when I was still an undergrad. Ah, I suppose even when I try to stay private, I can't help but expose a bit of myself somehow...or I could just be a giant perv, who knows? *SHRUGS

I will also admit to self-inducing some of this pleasure. Sir allows me to touch myself occassionally, but stopping just as I'm about to come. It is definitely a BIG frustrating tease that actually makes me hotter and wetter just thinking about when I am finally able to come. When that will be, is entirely up to him. However, it's never just that easy. If Sir can't watch me, I have to record myself, which further adds to the embarrassment and how much more turned on I get as a result.

I'm sure that Sir is getting satisfaction knowing that I'm a frustrated mess because of him; the sadistic side of him smiling as he reads this... I also do this little trick at my desk where with just a bit of a wiggle of my hips and a slight shift of my thighs...did I mention how sensitive I am? Wet panties; horny and frustrating nights until I'm finally given permission by Sir to come. It's hard not to think of anything else but Sir lifting me onto my drawing table at work and fucking me senselessly. I also happen to sit next to a window and a few feet away from a hotel; Those people would definitely have front row seats.

Eep! Late post...

So I forgot to post last night since I came home too late and was too tired to do so...

Maybe 2 posts today will make up for it so that Sir won't strap me to a chair and punish me with a vibrating butt plug and the Hitachi Wand together...

...wait. On second thought. ;P

HNT: Pet Project.

*Thigh High boots, Egg Vibrator, & Collar.

So Sir thought it would be a good idea for me to update/start using this blog again as part of my assignments (among other fun & naughty assignments that he's given me). :] When I get a minute, a possible update of Sir & I is in order. For now, I hope this photo will suffice.

HHNT, everyone! <3

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.

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.