Master is putting me on No Touch until I finish my punishment: six ice cubes melted against my needy cunt. Three for the three minutes I went over the time limit for edging, and three for the ruins I stole. I was so high and I was worried that my needy pussy would keep me from sleeping. Then something took ahold of me and I just kept on rubbing my leaky slit until i had a horribly unsatisfying ruin, after I ruined twice without permission. I've never heard of that effect of denial, just having something overtake your body and having zero control. I guess this is EXACTLY why I need a firm hand, because I am disgustingly weak.

Looking back I regret the ruins and the touching I wasn't allowed, because it would have felt more fulfilling to just stop touching when the time was up. I could have whimpered and cried and begged to myself, but at least I would have followed the rules. I'm not a bad girl or even a bad slut. If I can't control myself I must just be a cunt, and I'm a bad cunt at that.

I don't even regret it because of the punishment. The punishment makes me feel relieved. If he'd forgiven me I would have stayed up all night thinking about how bad I was, but now I can think about what I did wrong and have a chance to make my cunt pay for what it took without permission. I'm so grateful to Master for giving me the opportunity to repent.

Just writing this is making me horribly needy and leaky and achy. But No Touch stands all weekend, and then until whenever I finish my punishment.