A little while ago now, Sir had to leave me for a week to go away for business. We spent a lot of time in the build up talking about what we would do while we were apart. Of course video calls are a thing, and we discussed it, but we agreed they were more frustrating than they were enjoyable.

Sir made the suggestion "Perhaps you should go without orgasms until I get back?" I thought about it - probably not for as long as I should have done - and agreed. "I've gone a week without even masturbating plenty of times, that shouldn't be too difficult" At the time I really didn't think it would be that hard, and I kept thinking about the inevitable explosion of lust that would follow when he returned. "Let me think about it" he replied "maybe I can make it a little more fun and challenging for you." There was a certain glint in his eye that made me think he already had a few ideas.

The following day he presented me with a small set of rules I'd have to follow. Number one was "No chastity belt". He said he thought it would make it too easy for me, and he wouldn't be around to unlock me in an emergency. Second, he would send me a task to complete before midnight each day. That seemed simple enough, and with him sending me those tasks every day I knew it meant he would be thinking of me while he was gone. I agreed, but on one condition: that he would make me cum as many times as I could manage the night before he left. In hindsight, I know now that I should have been far more careful with how I phrased that.

He was due to leave that Monday morning, so on the Sunday I prepared us an early dinner, then went for a long soak in the tub and a shave. I may have also masturbated while in the bath. Well it would be the last time for a while, and there's no harm in getting a head start is there?

When I got out, Sir was already waiting for me in the bedroom, so I dropped my towel and joined him on the bed. Sir had me lay face down, put some oil on his hands and gave me a massage, starting at my shoulders and slowly working down my body. It was such a sensual experience, feeling his strong hands on me. It was as if he was memorising every inch of my body by touch.

Sir's lubricated hands slid up my legs to find my already wet pussy waiting to feel his touch. He kept her waiting, his fingertips tracing lightly over my outer lips. I lifted my hips to him, stifling a moan with my pillow as he brushed across my clit. His finger moved through my slit, dancing across the opening before continuing higher and circling around my tight ass. I knew what was coming and started moaning before I even felt his thumb penetrate me. I pushed back against him, feeling it slide fully into me and his palm slap lightly on my pussy.

Two fingers went easily into my wet hole and sir started thrusting slowly in and out, fucking me both ways at the same time with one hand. His other hand reached for mine and placed it between my thighs. I didn't need to be told what to do, and started rubbing my clit in time to his thrusts. As he got faster, so did I and it wasn't long before I had my second orgasm of the night.

Number three wasn't far behind as his cock took over in my pussy. He would slowly pull himself all the way out, then drive forward hard, my ass slapping against his thighs as the head of his cock hit my cervix. Again and again the slow tease of his withdrawal, then the rush of his thrust. I felt my muscles tensing around him as he pulled back and the orgasm hit as he impaled me fully.

Number four took a little longer. Sir paused for a moment so I could drink some water, and while I was doing that he picked out a vibrator from my toy box, coating it and himself in lube. I lay back down, this time on my back and Sir lifted my legs all the way back, my knees past my shoulders. The vibrator was first. Sir set it on a low continuous hum and used it to slowly fuck my pussy, starting with just the tip and moving slowly deeper with each thrust. He repeated that trick with his cock, but this time it was my ass being filled.

With his cock still only halfway inside me, Sir paused and took hold of the base of the vibrator. "Fuck yourself for me" he commanded. I was so grateful that he was letting me set the pace. I'd never had anyone fuck my ass before I met him and part of me was still getting used to being taken in that way.

The position I was in, with my body bent almost double, made it difficult for me to move at all. The best I could manage was to raise my hips a couple of inches and let myself drop down onto Sir. With each lift I could feel my muscles tightening around Sir, and as I relaxed and fell back again I felt his cock penetrate a little deeper.

With his cock now fully embedded in my ass, Sir pressed the button on the end of the vibrator, quickly cycling through the settings until he reached the highest intensity. He leant forward, pinning me to the bed and a strange expression appeared on his face. He looked surprised, but in a good way. "I can feel it through you" he half-whispered. With a surge of sudden motion, he pulled back and thrust forward. One thrust, two, three and I felt him spasm as his cum flooded into my ass. That gave me my fourth orgasm.

We took a break to recover then, Sir disappearing into the bathroom to clean himself while I lay back panting for breath. I started to doze off feeling a warm contented glow when I heard Sir's voice from the doorway "so are you ready for round two?" "Round two?" I asked dumbly, my mind still fogged with post-orgasmic bliss. "You did say as many times as you could manage, didn't you?" My eyes snapped wide open as I took in his meaning "do you think you can manage one or two more?" I should have said no; I was happy and contented as I was, but I'm greedy. Not just for orgasms, but for anything that meant Sir paying me attention, and even more for his approval.

Sir had me sit up, leaning back against the Headboard, using a couple of pillows behind me for comfort, then he stretched my arms out to the sides, cuffing them to the corners of the bed. He left me a little room to move, but I already knew it wasn't going to be enough. Sir methodically laid out three belts on the bed, followed by my wand and remote controlled toy (I'm sure you know the one. It's bright pink and has a narrow tail).

He added lube to the vibrating toy, then gently slid it inside me. Without turning it on, he placed the head of the wand against my clit, then pushed my thighs together, telling me to hold it in place. Working quickly, he wrapped the three belts around my legs and buckled them closed, one at the top of my thighs, one just above my knees and the last around my ankles. I experimented trying to pull my legs apart, but they were bound securely together.

"The thing I like about these" Sir said, holding the plug for my wand up "is that the batteries never run out" He plugged it in and set it to a slow steady hum. I could feel it just above my clit as a light, tickling teasing sensation, too strong to ignore, but not quite strong enough to excite me more than I already was. He sat down opposite me, pulled out his phone and activated the toy inside me.

It was a much stronger vibration, but with a maddening pattern. On, off, on, off, on, off, onnnnn, off, then a pause before it started again. After five cycles, I was twisting in my bonds, trying to push the wand just that little bit lower to brush properly against my clit. After twenty, I was moaning at the end of each long vibration as I felt myself start the climb to orgasm, only to be brought down again.

After forty or fifty I was moaning non-stop, throwing my body from side to side as I tried to reach the fulfilment the toy was refusing to give me. Sir came to sit next to me on the bed, his hand resting on my stomach to slow my wild thrashing around. "Count down from 10" he ordered me. I could barely think, let alone speak, but through gritted teeth. I followed his instructions. "Ten... Nine..." as I reached one, Sir pressed a button on his phone and my toy exploded into life with a constant full-powered vibration. I'm grateful that Sir was beside me. Orgasm number five was so intense I think I could have broken something as my body bucked and writhed uncontrollably.

I expected Sir to untie me then, but no. He set the remote toy to that same infuriating rhythm and adjusted the wand which had worked loose in all the excitement. This time it was vibrating directly onto my over-sensitive clit. It was... Painful isn't the right word. Have you ever been tickled by someone who refuses to quit long after it stopped being fun? That's what it felt like.

I fought against the over stimulation, tensing and relaxing my thigh muscles in an attempt to nudge the wand away from my clit. That had the unexpected side effect of my inner muscles clenching around the other toy, just as the cycle reached another long vibration. I instantly forgot the discomfort as I felt a burst of intense pleasure.

I started to tense and release in time with the sequence, feeling like I'd finally achieved a measure of control. Each time I squeezed, I felt myself coming closer to orgasm, but again that long pause would keep stopping me from tipping over. I lost track of time and had long since stopped counting the vibration cycles when I again heard Sir say "Countdown from ten".

I reached one and my whole body tensed as I waited for Sir to press the button that would trigger another orgasm, but nothing happened. "You missed seven. Start again." I have no idea if I had or if he was toying with me but I swallowed a sob and did as I was told. "Ten..." At one, I waited for a fraction of a second, worrying that I'd somehow messed up again, then I felt it - another powerful burst and orgasm number six.

It was as if Sir knew exactly when I'd reached my limit, because as I felt the tremors subside he switched off both toys and released my legs, starting at my ankles and working upwards. He set the wand to one side and gently pulled the other toy free. I suddenly felt completely empty, both emotionally and physically. I noticed my legs were shaking and there were tears streaming down my cheeks, but I felt strangely detached.

The next thing I knew, Sir was holding me in his arms, his hands rubbing my back as he spoke quietly in my ear and my tears dripped to his shoulder. Slowly but surely I came back to myself until I felt able to wipe my eyes and say "I'm OK". Sir looked at me carefully, then reached across to pass me a water bottle, then a small bar of chocolate. I don't know where they came from, but the simple act of eating and drinking helped to ground me, better than anything else.

It took about half an hour for me to feel entirely myself again and able to hold a conversation. Sir scolded me for not using my safe word, but as I told him, "I didn't think we'd reached that point, but we would if you hadn't stopped". We talked a little more, mainly about what we'd just done - what I liked, what I didn't, what I would have liked, then Sir said "I can't cancel my trip tomorrow, but maybe we should postpone our plans for you?" I thought about it, as I try to think about everything he suggests, then shook my head. "I went through this to prepare for those plans. If we don't go through with it now, it will feel like we wasted it."

Sir thought about it, his eyes searching my face then nodded. "Alright then. Tonight we cuddle and sleep. I'll be gone before you wake up, but your task will be waiting for you."