Last night Master decided it would be fun to have some finger sex. I love finger sex – it’s one of my favorite things to do. He was really working my G-spot, which unfortunately for him is way inside so it stresses his fingers. ┬áHe built me nice and slow. Languid finger strokes, hard forceful thrusts – it had it all.

My g-spot feels fantastic when rubbed just right, and with it so deep I know he bumps it all the time during sex which makes it even better. Anyway, I got to a solid edge where I knew that I could go over if I could just get that last push. It was tingling and pee sensation and everything.

And there I stayed, never progressing, just edging and making it so frustrating. He was having a great time listening to my noises since I’m a vocal slut. I just wanted to be made to come at that point.

I started begging, really begging and he loves that too. “What will you give me in return if I make you come slut?” he taunts.

“I don’t care, whatever you want, anything.”

“It doesn’t work that way, and you know it.”

“But I don’t know, I’ll do anything just let me come Master please?”

“Okay. You will give me a blow job every day for the next fortnight.”

“Yes Master.”

He made me come, it was good but more like a diminished orgasm. I had edged too long. So while the orgasm was good I know it could have been better. I still thanked him for the orgasm because I was finally relieved.

So, I am going to have to get my jaws stretched or something to be able to keep my end of the bargain.

Well played Master, well played.