On Monday night, I came without permission. I had pegs on my tits, and clamps attaching my cunt to my ankles, spreading me open painfully. I had ten minutes to edge ten times, so I was alternating between rubbing my clit and fucking my cunt, but I rushed myself and broke one of my basic rules: do. not. cum.

I ruined it, of course, and I don’t even remember how it felt. I was more preoccupied with the fact that I’d fucked up.

So I’m writing this to apologise to my sir and show him how sorry I am for being disobedient. I deserve to be punished and am at his mercy.

There are two reasons I am not allowed to cum. First, I don’t deserve to. I am a fuck toy, just a set of three wet and open holes to be used and abused for the entertainment of my Sir and whoever else he sees fit. Being an object means I am not worthy of - and do not need - the pleasure of an orgasm. I am lucky to be allowed to serve, and how I feel about the way I am used is not important.

The second reason I’m not allowed is because being denied makes me a better submissive. It’s an unavoidable demonstration of the fact that I am beneath my sir, because he gets to cum and I do not. The more I’m denied, the more eager I am to humiliate and degrade myself. Taking my pleasure off the table makes my focus on fulfilling my Sir’s desires and makes it easier for him to enjoy his pathetic, desperate little cockwhore.

Ultimately I know that complacent sluts like me deserve to suffer until they learn their lesson. I am grateful that my Sir has taken away my orgasms and I hope I never get to have one again.