I worked very, very hard to finish all my work on Saturday, hoping that if I got done, Master would come and pick me up early. I wasn't supposed to come here until Sunday night. By Saturday morning, I was going crazy, needing to see Master and Mistress, and so I forged on til the work was done.
Master and Mistress came to pick me up and I felt like I was home as soon as I got in the van. We chatted, stopped for a Tim's (that's Canadian for where you get your coffee on every streetcorner here).
Right now, I'm tired. I'm gaining some appreciation for the toll that an extended ride on this emotional, physical, hormonal roller coaster can take.
I have had a lot of time alone with Master over these past hours, Mistress had to sleep last night, and is at work today, and I miss her.
The time with Master is very intense... he expects intense focus when I am pleasuring him... and he enjoys having his cock sucked for very long periods of time, and often. Sometimes I am overcome, almost trancing, so focused and so engulfed in what I'm doing... in pleasing him... and other times, it becomes a test of will, as my back, shoulders, neck and arms scream for relief. I can tell him anytime I get too tired, but I don't want to stop... Eventually, however, I have to.
Master has control like I've never seen in any man, and he can get so close to giving me that drink I crave, and then turn it off like a switch. He allowed me to taste his cum yesterday, from my Mistress's mouth, and then this morning, he blasted into my own mouth, with his hand wrapped in my hair, and my face pushed so far down on his cock, my next breath would only come when he allowed it.
Then there come the times when he drags me off his cock by my hair, pulls my lips to his and kisses me in ways that touch my soul, and leave the bed wet beneath me... his fingers on my clit, sometimes doing things I never imagined... inside me, stretching me, and knowing exactly where and how to touch. Sometimes commanding me to cum, sometimes making me beg... sometimes just stopping and leaving me moaning.
I am frustrated because I mark so easily and my pain tolerance is so high. I feel like Master is backing off of a lot of the stuff I crave because we can't mark me... and I'm so thankful that he's so concerned, but the frustration had me in tears earlier. So much I want to experience, and I'm afraid we won't be playing much that way. We'll see, I guess. There's lots we can do that doesn't mark, and Master knows every trick in the book!
I didn't expect this low that I'm feeling... hoping it's just hormones... I'm not unhappy, just emotional.
Nothing a good nap won't cure!
