A million years ago, Master told me that he wanted me to start counting how many times I cum each time we play, and if he was to inquire and I replied with I don't know there would be repercussions.
He hasn't brought it up in a million years, minus a few days.
Of course, after a million years, I would forget.
I realize that for some people this might not be a hard thing to do. And there are times when it wouldn't be hard for me, but Master really likes me cumming, so there are nights when I cum a lot. Seriously, how in the world am I supposed to remember to count when he is making me cum like that?! Especially, when he hasn't asked in a million years.
I have also been having these...moments...when...you know...I just...kind of...you know...gush...and I can't help but wonder if that counts as one or ten, or maybe that counts as something else.
Anyway, we had one of those nights--I didn't count, obviously, and of course he asked because, naturally, a million years and one day is much too long to wait for such inquiries.
To top it off, I have to wait to find out if this repercussion is really going to happen or if it one of those things he just wants to see me fret over. Sigh.
So unfair...yet I can't seem to stop smiling.
Huh, maybe unfair is a good thing. No, it can't be, can it?