Sir came down over the weekend, mostly to congratulate me on a new contract I just got. It was a fabulous time, but started off on a strange note.
It’s usually fairly easy for me to orgasm. Especially with Sir, because over the past two years he’s become so used to my body and knowing what makes me tick. Of course, when he arrived at my place, after I’d taken his coat and boots off, he strapped me into my leather collar and restraints, and we ravaged each other. The thing was, halfway through our little fucking session, I realized that I was nowhere NEAR close to cumming. Sir wasn’t lacking in the trying department. He was going down on me, finger fucking me, using a little vibe on me, and still, nothing. I started to get frustrated and my mind started shutting down. Sir could tell I was far away, and asked what he could do. I snapped back and smiled, telling him just to use me for his own pleasure. Normally he’s very happy to do that, but I knew he was making an effort to make it all about me, and I could tell he was disappointed. In the end he shot a load on my face and it was fine. And we certainly made up for it (over and over again) throughout the weekend, but still.
I hate when that happens.
<3 Ruby
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