Unconscious Training
Regular readers to this blog know that I have rules to follow. A number of them, but not too many. Chris is a macromanager rather than a micromanager, thank heavens. Micromanagement is hot in the short term, but in the long run I think I would end up rebellious, unhappy and generally resentful.
For the most part those rules remain in place when Chris and I are apart for any reason, because for the most part they are about my general behavior and not task-oriented. I still have to be safe, to be a good parent, to reasonably maintain the house and my job, etc. Of course I would have to follow specific instructions, but on a practical level, he does not care if I sleep naked or not when he’s not in the bed beside me. He doesn’t insist that I kneel and ask if I can serve him if he’s not at home to be served (yes, I know, texting and all but we don’t do that). Theoretically, the infamous orgasm rule could be enforced while he was away too, and for a separation of a few days I imagine he would find that amusing.
Of course, I’m such a good girl that I rarely get in trouble for many of these things anyway. Sometimes I wonder if he’d notice if, after the princess was in bed, I just went upstairs to my office and started working. Would he come up after me and make an issue of it, decide that I didn’t obviously care enough and that it was over, IM me and order me downstairs, or sit in his office and sulk? Honestly, I don’t know because (1) I’ve never asked and (2) I’ve never done it.
You see, when I feel like I need to know he’s paying attention, I have an orgasm without permission. It’s a built-in rule to be broken when a rule must be broken – he enjoys the punishment so I rarely feel guilty and I do not thus feel inclined to test. Sometimes it is just pushing the envelope – I start coming just as or a second before the words leave his mouth, because I know they are coming. But usually if I am testing limits, I just orgasm. I’ll even tell him. “I’m not asking permission,” I’ll say. And I won’t. And he’ll punish me immediately after because it’s abundantly clear that I’m challenging him to live up to his promises and my expectations.
Before he left, he did specifically agree to release me from the ‘no orgasm without permission’ rule. I assume it is on hiatus until his return, but he could revoke my privileges at any time. And I have been… well, horny. Needy.
So Friday, before I retrieved the princess from school, I masturbated. I did everything that used to work in the past. My favorite vibrator. Some excellent reading material that hits all my secret hot spots. The room was cool and quiet. The batteries were strong. I was imaginative, wet and patient.
And I was alone.
Apparently, Chris has been training me. I mean, he’s taught my body to orgasm when his voice is there, because I don’t need him to say yes. But I need him to say something*.
I don’t know how I feel about this. Or rather, I’m now perpetually aroused by this condition. Whether I’m perpetually aroused because I can’t satisfy myself, or I’m perpetually aroused because the thought of him having this much control over my body sends a wave of lust through me has not yet been determined.
Either way, he’d better damn well come home soon.
*I suppose it’s possible that another play partner might work, but… I don’t foresee finding out about that anytime soon.
Themocracy
Here’s an idea…..imagine me licking your ass…while Chris is taking pictures…..lol.
*Big love*
Barbie
Barbie, I thought I was supposed to lick yours? Chris is a pervert. And I think you might be too.
ME?! A pervert?! I resemble that remark!
*shakes head* Baby, that’s going to be some homecoming.
Oh, my, if telling Chris that you’re horny as can be and can’t wait to see him doesn’t get him home as fast as humanly possible, I don’t know what will!
From the sound of the news reports, though, maybe you’d better have him call home and an appropriate time…
Hope you and the Princess are weathering the storm of workmen in the house.
Elspeth, given the homecoming he’s been describing to me for the last two evenings, there is no doubt about that. *shudder* However, I don’t think my orgasms are at the top of his list of priorities. Near the top, or incidental to the top, perhaps – but not AT the top.
Indy, I have hope.
sparkle
Having orgasms for whatever reason is fun. Feeling horny is feeling alive and vibrtant and sensuous. I hope he comes home soon though !
Chris is going to LOVE this news!
Trust me, I have some rather specific plans to take this deserving girl over my knee, turn her bottom cherry red, and then fuck her senseless when I get home.
The hard part will be waiting until the princess is asleep.
And I’m sure there will be several orgasms involved.
ah…true love!
love and prayers for you three,
raven
I’m just picturing a tape recorder (or in this case, maybe a voice message) of Chris saying, “Come, Sparkle, NOW.”
I must admit, I’m curious if it would work. (just not curious or trained enough to try this experiment in my own relationship).
Happy Homecoming!