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I lay awake, unable to sleep. It seemed obvious to me now. Why would Sir stay away over the weekend and come back on Monday? Of course I was happy that I would be seeing him again sooner, more than just happy, ecstatic.

It did present a problem though. I'd made a promise to myself that I wouldn't cum for a week as a sign of my submission to him. A full week, not just five days. It may seem silly, but that promise meant a lot to me, not least because it helped me to not think about how badly I wanted to masturbate

"Oh fuck" I thought to myself as I realised what I'd done. I got out of bed and rummaged through my desk for a marker pen, then stood in front of the mirror and carefully wrote 'slut' across my left breast.

Taking action to follow Sir's instructions had a strangely calming effect on me. I decided that in the morning I would tell Sir how foolish I had been and trust him to tell me what I should do. As I lay back and prepared to sleep, I thought about the word I had chosen. Yes I was a slut, but more importantly I was his slut.

Before I even got out of bed that morning I picked up my phone and laid out everything for him. My misunderstanding, the promise, my desperate need for him, everything. While I waited for him to reply, I picked up the marker and wrote 'Brainless' on my right breast. After all, I'd just been thinking about Sir getting home that evening, and that had triggered a few ideas...

Sir's reply when it came was short and to the point. "Keep following the rules. I'll think about this and let you know my decision tonight" It's one of the things I love about Sir, he's never dismissive about my feelings. If something is important to me, then it's important to him. As I got dressed for work - wearing a jumper for obvious reasons - I couldn't help reflecting on the fact that I'd only been awake about an hour in total since getting the latest task, and already had two words marked on me. Did I really think about sex and masturbation that much? I sighed, rolled up my sleeve and wrote 'Toy' on my forearm. It was going to be a long day.

Luckily, work kept me too busy to do much thinking, and I got home with just three more words added to my collection - "Bimbo", 'Worthless' and 'Denied' - written on my other arm and each of my thighs. Sir had texted to say he was on his way back and had even set up his phone so I could track his progress. I had about two hours before he arrived and I wanted to be ready and waiting when he walked through the door.

I went through my lingerie collection, pulling out all his favourites and trying them on. The almost transparent white baby doll. The black lace teddy, the crotchless French knickers. I knew he loved seeing me in all of them, but nothing seemed quite right. I wished I'd stopped on my way home to get him something new as a surprise.

I checked my phone. Sir was less than hour away. Where had the time gone? It didn't matter, I had to finish getting ready for him. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and knew exactly what I would wear. Nothing. Nothing except those words, humiliating yet true, which marked my arms, legs and breasts.

I hurried from room to room, quickly tidying as I went, lighting scented candles in the front room, putting wine and beers into the fridge to chill, checking Sir's progress on my phone every few minutes.

When it said he was 5 minutes away, I went into the hallway and got in position to wait for him. I knelt a few feet away from the door, arms by my sides so that each word would be visible to him, knees spread to display my wet, needy pussy, my juices glistening on my inner thighs. I thought about how hot it would be for him to walk in and catch me stroking her. How he would instantly punish me for being disobedient.

I got up and ran to the bedroom, grabbed the pen and then back kneeling in front of the door and started to write 'Shameless' across my stomach. I heard the key in the door and hurried to finish but too slow. Sir caught me as I was still finishing the last 's'.

Sir quietly closed the door behind himself and took two steps forward. I hung my head and twisted my arms to show him what I had written there. He took his time, reading each word, then spoke. "interesting choices." Just those words and then I was in his arms being kissed passionately. His flat palm pressed against my pussy and my whole body began to spasm. I desperately clung to him and whimpered "please."

I'm not sure if I was begging him to stop, or to carry on, but he pulled his hand away. More cries escaped me, moans of both frustration and gratitude. He picked me up easily and carried me to the front room, setting me down gently on the couch. He looked at me seriously and asked "do you want to cum for me?" I started to answer "yes" then hesitated. I always wanted to cum for him, to do whatever he desired for him, but that wasn't what he was asking. Did I want to cum for him now or keep to the promise i'd made myself? "No Sir" I eventually answered. He didn't praise or scold me for saying it, it was my choice and I think he respected that.

He was quiet for a couple of seconds as he made his own decision. "You won't cum tonight." There was a finality to his words. He wasn't giving me an instruction, it was a statement of fact. My pussy pulsed in protest, but I threw my arms around him and showered his face in kisses.

He tolerated my admittedly over the top response for a few seconds, then held me away from himself. "it's been a long journey and I need to shower and eat. Why don't you order something while I freshen up?"

Sir came back out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He didn't have Hollywood style chiseled abs, but he was lean and toned, without an ounce of extra fat on him. He had a scattering of dark hairs across the top of his chest, with one or two grey ones just starting to make an appearance. "Food will be here soon, I ordered your favourite Chinese."

He settled back on the settee and let the towel fall open. His cock was only semi hard, but I stared at it hungrily. I looked up at his face and saw from his smile that he had noticed what I was doing. " How long did you say that food would be?" He asked. "Not that soon" I answered, already lowering my head into his lap.

I'd missed him so much while he was away, and missed his cock almost as much. I devoured him. That's the only word to describe it. I took his full length into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue in circles over him. I felt him swelling rapidly and fought not to let a single inch of him escape my lips. I started to choke and had to surrender that battle, switching to holding his head between my lips as my hand pumped up and down his shaft. I felt the telltale twitching and pushed my head down as far as I could, feeling the hot jets of his cum hitting the back of my throat as I compulsively swallowed.

I was just finishing up cleaning him with my tongue when I heard the doorbell. I was almost at the door when I remembered I was still completely naked. I grabbed an oversized t-shirt and hurried back to the door as I threw it on. The delivery boy looked to be about my age and seemed in no hurry to hand the food over and go, asking if I wanted to check everything was there, and talking about his job.

When I eventually got back to Sir in the front room, I could see he was trying to hide a laugh. I couldn't understand what was so funny, until he took me by the shoulders and steered me to the full length mirror in the bedroom. The first thing I checked was that my chest and pussy were covered. Then I saw it. My arms and legs were bare, each with a word written on them. "Toy"

"Bimbo"

"Worthless"

"Denied"

I couldn't help it, I started laughing too. "At least he didn't get to read the others" I said.

I was nervous getting ready for bed that night. The words I'd written had washed off in the shower, but I could still feel them there, as if burned into my skin. I wanted to be his toy, his slut, and yet I also needed to stay denied for him.

I put on one of my favourite nightdresses. It was black and red, so short-cut it left half my ass exposed, and so loose on the top that my breasts would occasionally 'accidentally' fall out. A belt around the wait pulled the hemline a little higher and the cleavage a little lower while emphasising my figure. It practically screamed "fuck me".

Sir was already in bed waiting when I walked in. "you're not making this easy, are you?" he said.

I smiled my most seductive smile, getting on the bed and crawling towards him. "No, Sir"

I knelt astride him, separated by the duvet and kissed him. He took hold of my hips and pulled me down onto him. I could feel his hardness against my pussy through the bedding. I had to stop moving every few seconds, the friction just felt too good.

I could see that Sir was getting frustrated, so I reluctantly slid to the side and sent my hand under the covers to encircle and stroke him, my thumb moving over his head on each up-stroke. My breasts had fallen free of my nightdress, and Sir had them in his hands, squeezing each time his hips lifted to meet my hand.

Sir let out a growl, threw off the covers and rolled over, pinning me under him. His cock slid straight into me, thrusting deep inside me, feeling better than any of my toys. His second thrust felt even better, if that's possible, feeling him take me, possess me, filling me. On the third, I was screaming out "RED!" before he had even finished driving forward.

Instantly he was there, no longer inside me but surrounding me with his arms, gently rocking my shaking body, as I cried helplessly. For 10 minutes he held me like that, soothing me with meaningless murmurs and gentle strokes of his hands while I clung to him.

"it was too much, I was nearly cumming and couldn't stop myself!" I told him when I was able to speak. Sir continued to comfort me, but had clearly been thinking while doing it. "Let's go into the kitchen, I'll make us some drinks and we can talk this through properly"

Sat around the table, wrapped in our robes, I started feeling embarrassed and a little ashamed. I hardly ever used the safe word, and as I thought about, Sir giving me an orgasm didn't feel like an appropriate time for it. "Before you say anything" Sir said "I have to apologise. I should have controlled myself. I knew it wouldn't take much.."

I didn't let him finish "it's my fault. I made that stupid promise without thinking. I'm sorry"

"How do you feel now?" he asked, seeing me still trembling slightly as I lifted my hot chocolate.

"Better" I said "and you stopped before I came!" I tried to smile and make light of it all.

"I'm glad" he said seriously, quietly. "I don't want to make you break your promise. I can see what it means to you"

The conversation lasted a long time, and all the while as we talked I felt more and more like myself again. In the end we agreed to continue for the final 2 days. Until they were over, he wouldn't touch my pussy since she couldn't be trusted, and we would go to bed only to sleep that night. I'd get the next day's task in the morning.