Pick Pick Pick

I'm not sure if i even wrote about the other day, I looked but couldn't find it so I guess I didn't. He was in one of those moods what makes you want to creep around hi, to scoot out of the way when he growls. It was one of those moods when whatever I did was never going to be completely right.
So I tried to be invisible. Its not very easy....I tried staying still and not breathing very much , in the hope that he wouldn't notice that I was there. I hoped the cam would freeze, so he couldn't see me...but to no avail.

And once he had me in his sight, once he knew I was awake, there was no stopping him.
First of all he ah d me recite several of his favourite poems to him, starting over again when I made a mistake.
he instructed me to get the buttplug and insert it,then he watched me exercise for an hour. ......picking at every little thing that he didn't like...telling me off for not breathing enough, for not drinking enough, not stretching enough when I had finished.

He let me have a shower...and I didn't wash my hair enough (this man has short hair...how would he know?), didn't dry myself enough ...and on it went.

Pick Pick Pick.

It was getting to the point where I was biting my tongue so I didn't snap back at him.

Then he had me get the vibrator and ram it straight in, closing my legs around it....and begin to "play with your clit slave"...........and I'm not sure what happened.................but omg....it was seconds later...just seconds and I was cumming, writhing round on the floor, aching my back, my whole body shaking, tears running down my face, gasping for breath.................and then I heard him laugh, really laugh...........................

"Good girl....that was just right...............that was perfect..............now go to work........you can clean yourself up........when you finish."

and as I said goodbye to him ......"oh by the way slave, yes I am picky...that's why I picked you......"

*oh sigh, happy smile...silly grin*