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*

Bleary eyed peering and stolen moments

Today will soon be over for me and just beginning for my owner. It is strange to be, for the time being, in such different time zones, but it is something that we are managing to circumvent, to manage.

Sometime he wakes me early in the morning and I peer, bleary eyed, into the web cam, hair looking like a wild woman, smiling because I know he is there, that he is the first person I see in the morning, the first voice I hear.. Sometimes I am  awake for just a short time and others I beg to be allowed to stay awake to spend time with him. Sometimes it is allowed, but often denied on the grounds that soon I will have to get up for work and I need to be wide awake for my job, not something  I can do hungover, tired or not focused....and so I am sent back to sleep.

Sometimes, he stays awake late into the night and early into the morning to talk to me,to control me, to allow me to submit to him and his will, to show my submission to him, continuing my training, and each stolen moment is, no matter how hard or demanding, precious.

Tomorrow I am away for 3 days, I may manage to be in contact with him , I may not and so I  will hold close in my heart his words, the memory of his touch, the look in his eye, the smile on his face when I have pleased him and the sound of his voice when he says those words...................."good girl"

And so I apologise now if the next few posting are self pitying whinging and whining and filled with lots of "woe is me" type statements, but I do have such good news...in just two and a half months I will be home.