I would have paid more attention if I'd have known, but seeing as how he has always liked me cumming, I haven't kept track...
I think I've only came once, maybe twice, since the duct tape night.
Oh, make no mistake though, he is still having his fun.
I sheepishly mentioned that I noticed the absence. His reply?
"You don't need it, and I've been tired."
Interesting how he isn't too tired to pinch, spank harder than he ever has before, shove his cock down my throat, and such things...
Of course, I've been contemplating -how I feel, how my body feels, how I feel about how my body feels, and even my actions and attitude- and I've decided that I like it.
The ache reminds me of Daddy, and that I'm his. It reminds me that I can do better, that I should try harder, that I want to try harder.
I want him to tie me up and do unspeakable things to me. I want duct tape again. Maybe even get out the hook. And clamps. And something around my neck. I definitely want him to fuck me, hard... see what my mind is doing! So unfair :)
I want him to do those unspeakable things and forbid me to cum while he is doing them, but...oh how I ache!
Not that I could withstand any of that without accidentally cumming, but I'd like to try.