Travelled out of state due to family events.
A month away from my Mister is too long for this one. I was encouraged to blow up Mister's phone. I'm surprised I didn't break it, haha.
**8/21**
I have this gnawing desire to touch you. To have my hands in your hair, on your chest.
I fantasize touching you, you're reclining, relaxed, I'm straddling your lap, hands kneading your shoulders, going down your chest. Going up to scritch your beard, and I lean in close.
As my hands roam to the back of your head to twirl my fingers on your nape.
Light kisses on your temple, slowly traveling down to your cheek.
Adding pressure as I begin to massage your scalp. My kisses travel down your neck, gently nibbling.
I moan, "Am I a good girl for you, Mister?", causing a wet spot to grow on your lap, I move one hand to yours and guide it to the greedy and drooling cunt that you so expertly tantalize.
Do I please you, Mister?
**8/23**
Fondly remembering the last time I had my hands on you making Mister moan and writhe in blissful pleasure.
Worshipping your cock, pleasing you, Mister, indulging in all the good things.
Pet is hungry for you, Mister.
I long to press my nose into your smells, greedily sucking and kissing you.
All I can think about is making you moan. Pleasing you. Touching you.
Pet's cunt becomes slick at the thought of your face being focused and Mister feeling overwhelmed by the intensities of the peaks becoming sharper.
Your moaning becoming more loud and constant.
Knowing that I am your good cumslut, Mister, taking a small amount of pride knowing you enjoy my ministrations.
Desiring more of you. Lusting over you, Mister, pet hungers to shower affections upon you.
When I remember your moans, I find my hands begin to tease my inner thighs. Remembering your cock in my mouth, I desire you, Mister.
Building, pushing, enduring, I desire your seed, your taste. This cumslut begins to drip remembering, fantasizing next time. Mmm, Mister.
What would you do with me?
Pulling up the cock shot you sent me a long time ago, I pant with want, feeling a fresh gush of cum, lusting after you.
Frustrated my hands cannot touch, I desire the feeling of your hardness, so firm, pressing all the veins to the surface, your foreskin slipping over the head, dripping in pre-cum.
A cumslut without her Mister, what am I to do?
Your cumslut wants to hear you as you edge, Mister.
Mister, cumslut needs you.
Desiring your touch, Mister. Please tell me what to do.
**8/24**
Give in to the urge? How?
There's no focal point for me to pour into. No Mister here for me to please.
It's your touch I want, your smell I want, your moans I need, your spray.
Mister, pet does not know if it is discipline I need, or an outlet.
All I know is that I have this deep down need.
And desire.
To please you.
Only you, Mister.
**8/25**
This horny cumslut is becoming more agitated, desiring Mister.
Desiring an intimate touch, touching you or being touched.
Remembering your fingers. Imagining your beard tickling me as you build anticipation.
I sigh with nostalgia, overwhelmed with lust, Mister. Am I allowed to masturbate? Am I allowed tasks? Agitation builds and becomes an obsession. Desire for you floods my mind and soul when I am still. It seeps into my duties.
To remember how you groan in pleasure when my grip becomes stronger as I endure in stroking your cock, Mister.
To drive you closer to delusions and insanity, to pour out intense pleasure, to force feed a glutton, an allowed binge-fest of the richest sensation.
Mister, torture these nipples, they long for your ministrations. Suck on them as you please, bite, pinch, twist, however you desire my expressions, Mister, amuse yourself with my visage.
Play with me, tease me, spank this ass, as you tell me it's because you're nice.
Mister, my being calls out to you, longing to please you however you desire, please tell me, and your wish becomes law.
As I moan and writhe in bittersweet desires, tortured by distance and time shifts, Mister, embarrassed by romantic spewings, cumslut grinds into her seat, not even a drop of reprieve offered.
Quickly soaking these panties, holding back from a masturbatathon, starring and featuring Mister in all my fantasies, especially your tongue.
Please, Mister, tell me what to do. Should you be amused and assign a task, or should you be amused and further cumslut's sufferings and increase my desires and lust for you, tell me what to do.
Mindlessly twiddling my right tit as I watch netflix, imagining what it would be like to chill with you. Snuggled up next to Mister as you watch your shows. Would your hand wander on my body as if you were stroking the fur of a purring cat? Pet knows she would be content as a well loved feline, feeling your fingers stroke gently.
Mm, Mister. My panties are constantly soaked. Every bathroom trip requires several wipes, as if the need to wipe a drooling chin. Your cumslut has plenty to go around.
> M: I will not lie, I do enjoy the language and verbage that you frustration is beginning to produce. However, I am feeling generous and so I give this: You may release but, that release must be followed by 9 more, without reprieve. This is the task I assign.
Pet longs to hear Mister's voice.
Pet has the misfortune of not bringing any toys. Should pet fail the following nine, what is my consequence?
> M: Edging.
Hehe, Mister's tortures are delicious.
I will report when I find an appropriate time to complete this task, unless you have a timeline. As for now, cumslut is content in desiring you as I fall asleep, hungry, wet, throbbing, and lusting for Mister, and his glorious cock, his magical fingers, and his handsome appearance. Sleep well, Mister.
**8/26**
Pet failed.
After struggling between wanting to release all at once and wanting to just edge, one hand in my cunt, the other holding my phone, longing for you, staring at the seriousness of your visage. Pet passed out after a single release. Mewling like a pathetic kitten searching for her mother's teat, once a drop was given, exhaustion overcame me, phone in hand, hand in cunt, your eyes frozen, relishing in your generosity, bemoaning my failure. Us both already knowing pet would fail, and now to face Mister's tortures.
Mmm, Mister, this game is refreshing, an escape I long for, the familiar turmoil I reach towards. Allowing your cumslut to roll around in a puddle of perversion, my spirit spewing romantic affections, knowing it amuses you, how so easily this pet becomes so willing.
Should Mister find it amusing to torture his cumslut in embarrassment or with challenges in reported endeavors of secrecy and subtle perversions, or simply to watch pet become more and more depraved in desires and lust. I only desire to please and to bring you pleasure abundantly, Mister. I thirst and hunger for you.
Longing for the comfort of your presence.
Pet's cunt is throbbing, desiring you, Mister.
A strong urge to suck on your lower lip as I fantasize kissing you, Mister.
You like it when I press my nose into you as I gently suck on your scrotum. Some sick pleasure of knowing this cumslut is addicted to your smell. Your essence. My hands stroking unrelenting, gripping firmly forcing you forward. Pulling you back as you begin to moan louder, wanting release.
Falling asleep to the ache of your absence, missing you tonight, Mister. Sleep well.
**8/27**
Mm, pet's cunt is hungry for Mister's cock, fuck me, Mister, please. Fill my dripping hole with your hard cock, be pleased knowing this cumslut wishes to please you in whichever way possible. I will edge you as long as you can suffer the intensities, Mister, your pleading for me to relent will fall on deaf ears as I push you into depravity. Stroking, gripping, sucking, touching, pushing, and pulling. You are in my hands, Mister, your cock, the source of your ultimate bliss, me, your personal toy servicing you.
On my knees before you, my lips kissing, worshipping, my hands pouring out all my intent, desiring to become as close to you as I possibly can, Mister. Your smell wraps itself around my head, I am intoxicated. The sight of a glistening drip on your cock, Mister, and this cumslut cannot hold back. A drop and a feeding frenzy begins.
A glint of mischievousness and a touch of sadism, pet will push Mister as much as you will allow. As we inch closer and closer, my touch becomes more precise.
Watching and listening.
And feeling.
Mister on his back, his eyes closed, brows furrowed, legs spread, arms outstretched, longing to be restrained.
Pet's hands cup your balls, Mister, gently stroking, she starts kissing while her fingers travel around on your thighs and lower stomach.
Mixing pressures, light strokes and harder rubs. Around and around, waking up all the nerve endings.
Then finally, with lubed fingers, my hand wraps around the base of your shaft, Mister.
On my knees, splayed open, bent over, I drip. The only thought is to be split open by your cock. Holding myself back from climbing up and sliding myself onto you, Mister, please fuck me.
My grip firmly placed, and I pull.
Your first groan and I almost cum, watching your eyes shut tight and your head turn. My stroking becoming steady. Then another moan.
Pet whimpers in desire. Wanting to share in your pleasures, Mister, please, fuck me. My hands preoccupied serving you, my own cunt crying for attention. Mister, please, I silently cry, refusing to take from you, Mister. Wishing I had the courage to act without asking.
I moan as I watch your body reply to my grip becoming more firm, grasping the base with one hand, stroking with the other. Increasing tempo, and you suddenly lurch. A sly smirk grows as pride is stoked, Mister is enjoying himself, enjoying me, this cumslut is a good girl. Another groan followed by moans, Mister's body starts thrusting and pet's grip lightens as the tempo suddenly decreases. The urgency quelled.
Only momentarily, though.
Just as soon as your body wants to release, pet pulls you back, and builds once again the blissful touches. Wrapped around your foreskin, slipping up and down, running over your corona. Exposing the sensitive glans, cumslut eagerly sucks on your head, licking up every single drip. You groan and writhe, Mister, arousing me further, please, Mister, fuck this dripping cumslut's hole.
Tell me how you would torment me by edging cumslut's dripping cunt, please, Mister.
> M: Teasing your lips, deftly running a single finger from clit to hole, withdrawing and asking what are you.
Your cumslut.
**8/28**
Thinking about how your cock slides in and out of my mouth.
The feel of your cock, Mister, as I pull your skin back and suck.
Running my lips across your your frenulum. Listening to you groan, I lick your glans, slowly going into your meatus with the tip of my tongue. Enclosing your head into my mouth, slipping my lips over your corona. My hand stroking firmly, yet slowly, the other stroking your scrotum.
I moan as I watch your face focus on these sensation. Your groans making me drip, Mister.
I'm already afraid I won't be able to have you as I want you when I return.
**9/3**
Pet's cunt is so fucking engorged. Swollen and desiring Mister's ministrations. A desiring gaze into your eye, my fingers travel up to your lips.
Please?
I plead, Mister, a deep down craving to be owned by you, to be allowed, to give into my carnal lustings, knowing you enjoy every piece of me falling apart for you.
A small whimper passes through my throat, "hmm? Please?" So swollen, so slick, dripping, wanting your kisses, your tongue.
Unable to force my will upon you, Mister, I beg.
Wanting you to desire me as much, fantasizing your lips on my cunt, a spasm of desire clutches me in chills, and cumslut's clitoris doubles in size.
A heartbeat inbetween my legs, so hot, so swollen, so wet for you.
Please?
I bite my lower lip, my chin tucked, my eyes connected to yours. I dare not to look away. My fingers still gently rubbing your lips.
Hmm?
Please, Mister?
**9/4**
Lying on the air mattress, letting my mind wander to you. Musing on how you like to tease and torment me. Provoking me to express my desires for you, knowing each time I do, I am not allowed release.
A small whimper escapes through and I writhe in my spot. Drawing my knees up as much as I can. Squeezing myself into a ball. Wishing I was restrained by your hands. Or by your hand in something. Wanting to feel tightened down. Yearning to feel the deceptive safety of being in your presence. Unknowing of which direction you wish to head into.
Only knowing that cum begins to pool in my panties. This cumslut who thinks of nothing but pleasing you, exciting you, worshipping you.
Another whimper, and I writhe in my nest, panting for you, Mister.
Longing to see the glint in your eyes as you mercifully tease me. Your hand touching me. Drawing closer and closer to my heat. Wet and warm. My pheromones dumping relentlessly. Knowing that I make you as drunk as you make me. High on power and control, you build the anticipation by teasing, touching, watching, listening..
My eyes lock onto yours momentarily before they roll back as I lose myself in you. Another whimper escapes my throat followed by a moan. You pull away too soon. Always too soon, my cunt clenches, and a fresh ooze drips. Feeling embarrassed, I know you're pleased. You settle next to me, watching me pant and whimper, with pleading eyes. Your hand glistening, covered in me. I offer my lips, wanting you in me, any part of you in me. Your fingers rest on my face and I begin to suck you. Taking each finger into my mouth, licking, sucking, moaning.
Losing myself in you.
Unable to hold back from touching myself, longing for you, I pull up your picture, wishing I could be between your legs making you moan and groan in pleasure.
Mister, my cunt drips for you.
Trying to hold back. Remembering your touch, your smell, your sound.
Telling myself no, that I'm not allowed to cum, while staring at your picture like a depraved pervert. My fingers dip into my cunt, wet and very warm. I trail my clitoris, wanting you. Circling becoming more erratic. I'm already on that edge. Your eyes, sadly blurred in this picture, stare back, coldly. Your face unmoving.
I pant with desire, wanting to prolong my ectasy, but I cannot. Your effect on me is too much, I cannot hold back. All of a sudden the barrier breached and I try to stop, freezing myself. My cunt throbs in release. Mister, my edging fails. I gaze upon your stoic image and push onward, knowing I've failed, relishing in your image, as more cum floods my cunt. Oh how I wish you were here to torture me in this moment. To push me forward, a torment for cumming without permission. Mister, I pant for you as my body greedily sucks down a single drop of satisfaction, spurring on the deep down hunger for more. I want more, Mister. I want your cock. I want your cum, I want your moans, I want your thrashing, I want your smell.
I need you, Mister.
Curling back up into a ball, sucking on a finger covered in my fluids, I yearn for you. Closing my eyes, remembering you. Recalling every detail as I can, etching them into my bones.
Mister, I need you.
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