Day 1



She had woken early that morning, in a wonderful mood. Nothing was going to make her day bad. She was clear and decisive in her considerations. She talked to herself as she did her daily chores – the routine things that gave her joy, nonetheless. And, deep inside her, like a small current, was this need, this desire that kept her on edge all morning.

Now in the early afternoon she decided to do her dishes. It was just a small sink load, but something to do before she lost her mind. Her little folds had been sensitive from all the stimulation she had paid them. Closing her eyes, her thoughts suddenly turned inward as she recalled His words the day before.

“You will not cum my pet. You need to be, and will be a
good slut for me and wait until I give you permission.
The punishment will be severe if you cum without me.”

Her body trembled with anticipation as she felt the nectar seeping from between her throbbing lips. She squeezed her legs tighter together as she began to run the water. Long red nails played with the steamy hot water as it ran from the faucet.

“Oh little heart, the next 5 days will be torturous. I have never done this before. Get myself so close and not allowed to go over. How on earth dear heart? How?”

She continued to mumble under her breath when she shifted her weight. The handle of the cabinet door under the sink brushed perfectly across her swollen clitoris, and she felt a deep ache surge through her entire belly area.

“Fuck!!” She cried out as the sudden wave of intense pleasure ran through her. The jolt jabbed wildly from her clit, shot up into her abdomen and caused her now thoroughly wet cunt to convulse and shake.

Thoughts of bringing herself close once again surged through her psyche. They spread like wildfire as her eyes shone bright. She had been feeling sluttish ever since she awoke yesterday morning, and with her One’s command not to cum but to bring herself close, she had done just that. Now thoughts of things to help her in her task entered her mind.

“Cunt of mine, you are so hot. You liked the way the handle felt against the clit. Didn’t you, my dear?” As she talked she began to rock her hips into the handle and she keened with absolute bliss with each stroke of the handle.

Stopping for a brief moment, she squatted down an inch or two and spread her legs wide. Forgetting the dishes in the sink, she placed her hands flat on the bottom of the sink. The hot water lapped at her forearms. Shifting her weight she began to use the handle.