Pinkie And Blackie

For the past seven days I have been under the special command of Master Member Rogue. This meant no masturbation, or orgasm,  and not being used by anyone else other than him. While under his command I also had the following special instructions to be done every day:

1) At noon, I was to place clothespins on my nipples and sit at the computer awaiting his email.

2) In his email there is a photo I was to write a quick story about and and back to him within 20 minutes.

3) Await his email for acceptance of my story and permission to remove the clothespins. (One two days my stories needed corrections — and so I received additional corrections of 30 paddles to my bare pussy which I had to record and send to him via email. Then I could remove the clothespins.)

4) At 9 PM, I had a brief call or instant message chat with him during which I had to masturbate under his supervision so that I would not lose control. Upon ending our time together, I had to sit very still alone in the dark contemplating exactly how my hormones raced and my body ached. (The time I could manage to maintain control of myself without orgasm grew shorter and shorter each day, which resulted in longer sit in silence times which tested me sorely!)

5) At a designated time after my silent time, I had to once again put on the clothespins and write a confession to him; again awaiting his reply for permission to remove the clothespins.

6) Starting at midnight, I had to email him every two hours until 8 AM to prove that I was not sleeping. Adding sleep deprivation to the mix made this week even longer and more miserable.

This morning I was released from my service to him — and the celebration was a phone call during which Master Member Rogue teased and edged me, then finally allowing me to orgasm.

Since our phone call, I have masturbated to orgasm three more times.

Some sluts need a very firm hand.