Last night I was sitting at home, watching tv and waiting for the time to pass until it was time to speak with Him. What a surprise it was, just at that moment that I received a text message from Him. Even more surprising was the content. He was unwell last year and His immune system hasn't fully been restored back to normal because of this. As a result of this and other things, we haven't been playing as much as we'd both like to. (No, nothing is wrong between us, it's just unfortunate circumstances). Anyway, back to the message I received.
It was just over an hour until we were due to talk and the message simply said: "Have your toys ready later slut". *Sigh* Talk about butterflies. I love it when He commands something of me, but especially when it is by a text message. Although we're apart (not for much longer), I love that He sends me a text and I am immediately comforted, knowing He's thinking of me. And even more so, knowing that having my toys ready meant that He was going to let me masturbate later.
For the next hour or so, all I could manage to think about was Him and what was to come. If you're read previous posts of mine, such as this one, then you know that our sex life is different to most people's. We do not have sex in the traditional sense any more, instead we masturbate while watching one another and helping out when it's wanted/required. Now, as much as I love to masturbate (and I do!), the anticipation that leads up to masturbating is something I really enjoy as well. If I know that I will be masturbating later or at a particular, my arousal is heightened.
Take for instance last night...normally I have my arse full with what I think most people would call a large butt plug, but what I would refer to as medium. As well as this, I have my cunt full with a generous (read: long, thick) vibrator. I didn't even get close to even wanting anything in my cunt (and sometimes this happens), and last night was one of those nights.
Although I did lube up my butt plug in my cunt, it didn't stay there for long until I asked Him for permission to fill my arse. From here on in, I was fucking my arse and playing with my clit, and I didn't feel like I was missing anything from my cunt. Last night was just one of those nights where my enjoyment for having my arse stimulated was higher than my desire to have my cunt fucked. Most likely due to the fact that it's been awhile since a masturbation of mine has been all about my arse.
Needless to say, the difference in masturbation did the trick and it took all of my strength to hold off until He was pleased and gave me permission to orgasm. And it was all topped off by Him commanding me to orgasm. Mmm, happy times.