Today was unexpectedly quiet, a rare break from the intense routine. My pussy, still tender from the previous days, was left untouched.

Sir: Sir sent me explicit porn throughout the day, videos and images designed to make my body react. Each clip he sent made my heart race and my pussy wet, but sadly, it was a day I had to focus on mundane day-to-day tasks. The frustration of being aroused but unable to act on it was its own form of torment.

My Boyfriend: As usual, my boyfriend didn’t express any interest in using me today. His detachment was evident, leaving me feeling neglected and yearning for attention. The absence of his touch made the day feel strangely empty.

Myself: I tried to respect the rest my body needed, resisting the urge to touch myself. My fingers itched to slip between my legs, but I held back, knowing I had to focus on other things. Memories of our intense play filled my mind, each thought a spark of arousal that I had to quash.

The day passed slowly, the lack of physical touch a different kind of torment. The absence of attention left me acutely aware of my need, a simmering anticipation building with each passing hour. By nightfall, my body was calm but my mind was a whirlwind of desire, eagerly awaiting the next encounter.