I remembered this while I was on campus today... and I really wanted to write it down and remember it for good.
Sir and I were lying in bed, getting ready to sleep, and he had me half on my back, half facing him, so he could hold me with his left and play with me with his right. He played with me until my breath came faster and faster, and ... he stopped.
"Mmm," I whined.
"What?" he asked. I shifted around and moved my hips, trying to satisfy the hunger I was feeling.
"Mmm..." I whined again.
"What? Tell me what you want. Beg me for it."
"Please..."
"Please what? Say it."
"Please... please touch me, sir," I begged.
"Touch you where?"
"...clit... sir?" I do not like using dirty words if I can avoid it... but sir was not having any of that.
"That wasn't quite what I was looking for.. try again, say it."
"..p... pu... pussy?" I asked.
"What? Put it together, one sentence."
The entire time this was going on, sir put his hand back in my underwear, held his finger -barely- touching me, making me hot, horny, and wanting him so bad. I wanted him to touch me and constantly tried to move my hips up to make him put more pressure, but he expertly kept the same pressure the entire time, just enough to make me want him more and more. The feeling was driving me crazy!
"Please... touch my pussy, sir," I finally managed to get out.
And he did. I asked for permission, and he said I could cum, but it better be loud... and I hope I made it loud enough for sir, but having my orgasm -really- in sir's hands, literally, felt so great.
He controls them, and has done so for months now. I cannot even touch myself down there (for pleasure) without his permission, and sometimes it just drives me insane!
Current Mood: 
sleepy
Current Music: Backstreet Boys - All I Have to Give