For the first time in I don’t know how long I had an orgasm. It wasn’t just one either. Like everything pleasurable you give me though, you made sure it came with a price. After the initial wave of pleasure, I experienced from you using the vibrator, you didn’t stop. I thought for sure after that first release you would stop, but instead you continued to stimulate me and it wasn’t more than 5-7 minutes later that I had a second wave of pleasure…yet you still didn’t stop.
By that time I had no little mess left in me, so when I felt a third wave come, it wasn’t accompanied by pleasure, but discomfort. You still didn’t stop. At that point I knew what was going to happen as you let out a little laugh. I think I had 3 or 4 more orgasms from then on, all with escalating levels of pain as I wanted to release a little mess to go along with it, but there was nothing left inside of me. All I could do is groan and hope with each passing dry orgasm that it would be the last. Even though I craved the initial wave of pleasure, I loathed the pain of a dry release. I knew you were doing more rewiring of my brain to not associate making a mess with pleasure…and now I sit here writing another journal entry craving to extreme pleasure of using and filling a diaper while in extreme bondage inside of your cage.
As far as time outside of serving you in person, it seems the weather that requires me to work in uniform is done for quite awhile. Being locked in my collar for a few days after each meeting helps with making my subby feeling last, but not as much as the routine of dressing each morning instead of throwing on 4 layers of warm clothes. People don’t react to me quite the same way and I blend in a lot more. I already can’t wait for spring and winter hasn’t even started.
I know I most likely won’t see you this coming week as the holiday will have us both celebrating with our respective families, so I look forward to returning after Thanksgiving as the 2 year mark of chastity rapidly arrives.
