Something happened yesterday. It's not really a big deal but it kind of is.
HE TOLD ME I HAD TO PLEASURE MYSELF! And it wasn't a request, it was an order! (yes, I am acting like a school girl that just got asked to a dance, what's it to you?)
Let me give you the short of it.
It was around three in the afternoon and, while the kids were off playing, Master bent me over the kitchen counter, quickly pulled down my pants, and shoved the small plug in.
"This is so not fair, you are going to play poker tonight. Why would you do this?"
"Because you need it." He said while his fingers roamed where they wanted.
"I need to be frustrated all night?" I couldn't get the damn smile off my face.
"No. You are going to take care of yourself."
Here's the thing. I am not really fond of pleasuring myself. I have no problem getting business done but it just isn't the same without Master so I prefer just to wait. Not that I always wait; sometimes the opportunity arises and I take advantage, but Master likes hearing about it when I do, so it's all good.
I got the kids to bed, I wrote, I took my time. It felt so awkward to know what I was going to do it and he knew I was going to do it. I felt... I don't know, it was just weird and exciting.
He didn't tell me what to use or how long to use it so I could have just got out the vibrator and got it done. Bada-bang-bada-boom. However, I knew he would like it if I did a little more. So I did more. And I took a picture of the more. Yep, I sure did. I took a picture.
He seems happy with my doing more and, oddly, I see that as the ice cream and not the cherry on top. The cherry is that I enjoyed it.