A huge amount in fact because Master has reconsidered and i am now allowed to come without His permission when He is not at home or sleeping. It really is a huge relief. It’s not so much the coming itself (which of course is in itself extremely enjoyable) but more the masturbating itself.

i so enjoy taking the time to lay back and recall the things that Master does to me while idly playing with myself. As i remember how His hands felt on my tits, squeezing them harder and harder, pulling and twisting them, my cunt starts to throb like crazy. It’s strange really, when i am with Master i come over and over but when i’m playing alone i usually just delay coming and i can’t take it anymore.

Thinking back on how He’d made me lay with my legs spread wide while He used the tawse on my cunt. Some blows not too hard making me raise my hips towards Him welcoming the next one, others harder causing my thighs automatically to close, the pain excruciating, making me want to protect my sore cunt. That is until i hear Him tell me to spread my legs again, that my cunt was not red enough, not swollen enough, that He wasn’t done with me yet. Then the only thing in the world that i can do is to spread my legs as wide as possible for Him, to obey Him and brace myself for the next blow. When i lay and i play and i think back and i feel how soaked my cunt is, all i want is to feel His hands on me, feel Him inside me. But still i don’t come.

my fingers teasing my still painful nipples remind me of His face as He pulled on them while He caned my tits. Again the strokes differed from wonderfully painful to hellish pain, either causing me to come or to squirm away from His firm grip, to no avail. Then same when He caned my thighs and arse, leaving His mark on my whole body (it so excites me to see His marks on my tits and thighs throughout the days that follow a caning.) i remember strokes that had me riding His thrusting flingers like a bitch on heat and others that made me crazy out, squirm away and i so had to fight to stick out my tits, offering them to Him while the pain was still roaring through my body, but each time i did and i was often rewarded with His fingers, 4 of them, ramming into my cunt.

He does so enjoy making me suffer for the pleasure He gives me. Like the other day, He had me kneel in front of a mirror, His fingers deep inside me while He lashed my back with the tawse. He made me watch each time His hand raised for the next lash, as the tawse came blazing down on me, His hand on His hard cock, His enjoyment of the pain He was causing me evident. Each time the pain started to ebb i became aware again of His fingers fucking and kneading my cunt causing it to clench His fingers until it exploded again. Each time He raised His hand for the next blow He asked if it was worth it, to take His pain before i had my pleasure and each time i braced myself and whispered “Yes Master”.

Hmm and then i think of His hands on my tits again, only this time it was while i was straddled over Him. His cock hard and throbbing deep in my cunt. He used my tits to pull me up and down on Him, thrusting His hips upwards so His cock rammed harder and deeper into me. There is so nothing like Him fucking me, feeling His cock explode so hard that it hurts. Totally awesome.

He should be home shortly and there’s a brand new dildo waiting to be tried out, yep Master life is good