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Something crossed my mind when i was playing with Mr Evil today.
Didn't really pay attention to it happening but He did.
What started out as a playful request (from me) turned into Him telling me off (thats how i took it even if it might not have been His meaning with it) and torturing me. That then lead to me being forced to play with myself and asking permission to cum (as always). During that whole thing, without really paying attention to it myself i switched the name for Him. As some of you following noticed the Daddy thing has taken a bigger role in our relationship and it is what i normally call Him now. Today during "playtime" i switched from Daddy back to Master when He started being evil.


"Mr Evil laughs 'and with that order, the playful calling me Daddy went out the window'."

Why is that? Been thinking about it ever since He called me on it. Can't stop thinking about it.

Question - Story or no?

A while back Mr Evil and i had a intense playtime that stretched over a few days. It was more the case of teasing the shit out of me and then not letting me cum then anything else really but it put some very interesting ideas in my head. The whole thing inspired me and as some of you might remember last week when i was cuffed, i made a promise to write a story, THAT story.

So..

i took all the juicy things from the teasing He did and wrote Him a story. i think its smoking hot and cant help but notice that He seems happy as well. He even said it might be the best story i have ever written. The only question now is. Do i beg Him to let me publish it or no? What you think?

Stressful!

This week has passed by so damn fast i don't know what happened. i usually handle stress pretty well but this week i haven't had any time to myself and been home late every single night. i've gotten time with Master but not as much as i would have liked too, not even on His birthday that was this week. Don't know why but i'm kinda disappointed with myself for some reason and its starting to rub off on my general mood. Not good, hope the weekend has better things to look forward to.

Cuffed..

Should have known something was up...
Mr Evil was nice enough to let me have two orgasms before work the other day. God it was so damn nice, my body was trembling forever afterwards. Hadn't had one in a while so it was extra hot.

Like the greedy little slut i am after my first one, i asked if i could have one more. He made me take out the handcuffs from the toybox. He said that i had to wear them until it was time to walk out the door to work. At that point i had been in the shower but nothing else. If after knowing this thought i still had time to have another one, i was allowed to. Simply couldn't turn down another one.. i played with myself while he was walking around the house doing whatever, not really paying too much attention to His moaning girl. i said "Thank You"  left to get ready. He made me promise i'd call back as i was about to walk out the door. See, i knew this was too damn easy.

i called.. He then tells me i wasn't allowed to take them off until i was out the door of my apartment. What if someone saw me?! Scary thought but i did as told before putting them in my bag. And there they have stayed all day.. even through dinner with my mother. So glad i didn't make her watch it while i went to the little girls room.

Oh and to the story comes that He was only being that nice to me cause i promised i would start another erotic story tonight before bed.