After 12 years, Master can still surprise me. His creativity could probably find a cure for the common cold.....
I sent my good morning text, telling Him i was expecting a quiet day, having no set plans. His reply was that we were going to play.....I was to be sure my phone was with me at all times, and whenever He would text the word RUB...i was to rub my clit for 1 minute. Yes, my mouth fell open....but i replied Yes Sir.
Of course He started right away....i text Him when i am done. After a couple more texts, i send one saying i am going to take a shower. He quickly replies....rub first. I let Him know when i am out of the shower....i am to rub, spank my pussy 10 times, then get dressed. Ut oh, i am thinking, this is going to be an interesting Sunday. I ask for an all day permission....which gives Him a chuckle, and i get a NO.
I forget to send a lunch time reminder, He wants to know if i am trying to avoid Him. I am not, I tell Him i am just so flustered that i forgot...He finds this amusing also. I am told to rub and then lick my fingers clean.
He asks me if i am bored, now it is my turn to laugh .....bored never entered my mind.....the next time the RUB includes take a picture of your clit and send it to me. Have any of you ever tried to do that...it is nearly impossible. I finally get one that i think will work....but get a message back saying He cannot see my clit clearly enough. I tell Him i will try again, but this is not an easy task. I take 5 more before i think i have one that might work....thankfully it does.
I hear my phone whistle again ( yes my phone whistles tome when i get a text....my dad always whistled, so i chose that setting.). I tell Master that i am on edge....and i believe that my pussy is reacting to my phone. He loves it....and His next text is sent one letter at a time....so that my phone whistles several times. Yes....He is diabolical.
The evening continues with several more texts...i text after each one...and send a text that says...panting, was sooo hard to stop in time. I hear nothing from Him for couple of hours, so i text and ask if He forgot to give me a permission. His reply....no, I will take care of that tomorrow.
Tomorrow????? i am squirming as i sit....how will i sleep. He tells me to be sure to clip my wrist cuffs so i do not accidentally touch, and not to pout....He will take care of me tomorrow.
So, i am sitting here...wanting, needy, can think of nothing else...and He is smiling, cause that is exactly what He wants.
Tomorrow cannot cum soon enough.......