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I slept late again, and again Sir was in the kitchen when I awoke. This time I remembered to check my phone before I got up. There was a message waiting from Sir, but all it said was "Breakfast first, then we'll discuss your task"

Since he didn't mention anything about clothes - or a lack of them - I just threw on my robe, thinking Sir could soon take it from me if he chose. By then I had grown used to the constant wetness between my thighs and the dull throbbing ache in my pussy as she screamed for fulfilment. I started to wonder if I'd miss that feeling when the week ended, and if I should ask Sir to keep me denied longer. I think the only thing that stopped me was knowing he was frustrated at not being able to fuck me the way he wanted to, at least not without pushing me over the edge.

I didn't say any of this out loud of course, just a simple "Good morning" as I sat down to eat. I could tell Sir was distracted by something and had to ask him what was wrong. He didn't answer directly, instead saying "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

I was surprised. None of my other partners had ever mentioned it, and surely he would have noticed before now if it happened regularly "You started off saying 'let me cum, let me cum, let me cum', then you switched to 'please' about 10 times, then it was just a lot of moaning. It honestly sounded like you were being fucked!"

I couldn't remember what I dreamt about, and I told him as much, as well as apologising for disturbing his sleep, but at the back of my mind I started to worry. If I dreamt I was having an orgasm, could I actually have one without being awake? And if I did, would it still count? I was suddenly relieved this was the last day. What's the point of cumming if you're not awake to enjoy it?

I reassured Sir that my body was quite loudly telling me that I hadn't broken my promise, and that seemed to mollify him because he went on to tell me my task for that day. 'I want you to take out every toy in your collection and clean them thoroughly. As you do that, think about how each one feels, and what you like about it. Then you are to lay them out on the bed in order from best to worst"

I admit I pouted and sulked a little. After all, this was my last task so I was expecting something a little more fun and challenging. This just felt like housework with extra steps. "I don't want to do it" I told Sir directly. "Are you refusing then?" he replied. When I didn't answer straight away, he pulled me across his lap and I felt a stinging pain on my ass. Six times he spanked me, hard enough that I gasped with each impact.

When he finished, I didn't think I could move. Not because of the pain, but because of the fire he had ignited in me. My soaked underwear was pulled up tight against my pussy, pressing in against me. My whole body tingled and I could only lay across him whimpering. Sir must have thought he'd been too hard on me, because he started to gently stroke his hand across my sore ass, but that only made things worse! I was hyper aware of his body, how easily his hand could slip between my thighs. I could feel the orgasm inside me, lying in wait for a chance to break free.

When I finally got myself under control enough to move, I told Sir I was sorry, and that of course I would follow his instructions, but only once I'd finished the breakfast and coffee that he'd made for me.

How many toys is too many? It was only when I piled them on the bed that I appreciated the size of my collection. For example I had 8 dildos. In my defence, they were all of different shapes, sizes and textures.

Sir's task was insidious. As I handled each toy to clean and sort it, I remembered the times I'd used it, or had it used in and on me. How that particular vibrator would always find my g spot, how solid and cold that glass dildo had felt inside me, how good that bullet felt against my clit as Sir fucked me. Time and again I caught myself sitting motionless, holding part of my collection and getting lost in my memories.

When I reached the tail buttplug, it occurred to me that I'd never worn it with Sir, and he probably didn't even know I had it. A plan started taking shape in my mind, and I acted on it before I even finished thinking it through. I got dressed and used the opportunity to hide the plug in the bathroom for later, then returned to finish my sorting. I'd divided my toys into three rows, vibrators, dildos and 'others', with my favourite of each on the right. It didn't escape my notice that the dildos were arranged in size order, smallest to largest. That probably says something about me.

I called Sir in to inspect my work and realised with a shock that 3 hours had passed. Sir surveyed the rows. I think even he was surprised at how many there were, but he didn't say anything about it. He picked up the biggest dildo and my wand - my favourite vibrator - and put them by his side of the bed, then told me to put the rest away.

The rest of the day was spent doing the usual things people do. We ate, we went for a walk, we watched television. Throughout the day, I was in a state of constant arousal. Being so close to Sir and not having him inside me was almost unbearable. During our walk I would be looking for secluded areas Sir could pull me into, and felt a pain of disappointment each time we carried on past. When we watched TV, I tried to put my head in his lap to at least feel him in my mouth, but he gently pushed me away, saying "later".

Eventually of course later came, and I disappeared into the bathroom to get changed. I put on a short black see through nightdress and joined Sir in bed, careful to keep facing him until I was under the duvet. We kissed and my hand slid down his firm body. I wasn't surprised to find him already hard and waiting for me. As his hands began to caress my breasts through the nightgown I moved my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing gently at the tip, just how I knew he liked it.

Sir's lips moved to my nipples, his hands sliding down to my hips. I couldn't help tensing as I thought of the secret I had waiting for him. His hand moved around, cupping my ass cheek. He gently bit my nipple and I moaned, involuntarily pressing into him. Sir froze. Only for a second or two, but it was enough to tell me he'd found the surprise. I giggled.

The giggles turned into gasps as Sir gripped the tail and started pulling rhythmically on it. It felt like my ass was being slowly fucked, but from the inside. Each pull would bring the plug partly out, stretching me around it, then as he released it would slip back inside me. I was so caught up in the sensation of Sir teasing my ass that I lost all track of the world around me.

There was a sudden burst of pleasure as Sir pulled the plug free, then I was on my knees and his cock was in my ass, stretching and filling me. My face was in the pillow, muffling my moans as I pushed back against him. It felt so good to have him inside me again. I can't explain why, but anal sex feels more intimate than regular sex. Maybe it's because I've only ever done it that way with him, maybe it's just the taboo nature of the act, or the way it feels like he's claiming ownership of every part of my body.

I lifted my head and arched my back, trying to take him deeper as he thrust harder and faster, and incredibly I felt myself drifting closer to orgasm. I didn't think it was even possible to cum that way, but my body was telling me it was, and it was close. I held myself in position as long as I could, pulling myself forward and away from Sir's cock just as I felt the wave about to break. I felt Sir's cum landing on me and felt a pang of regret that I couldn't hold on for just that little bit longer, but the intense throbbing pulse of my pussy comforted me as she wept at yet again getting so close to orgasm only to be denied.

After we took turns in the bathroom to clean up and use the facilities, Sir and I lay cuddled up together in bed. I dozed off on him, my head resting on his shoulder and my hand on his chest, while he read something or other on his phone.

I awoke some time later with my legs wrapped around his. Sir laughed as he told me how I'd been humping his leg and whimpering in my sleep. He didn't want to wake me up because he thought it was 'cute'. When I untangled myself, I saw that I'd left a large wet patch on his thigh.

"Now you're awake, let's put those hips to use shall we?" He said, pulling me over on top of him. I felt his hard cock slide between my wet lips, the head pressed against my poor neglected clit and my body took over. I started grinding backwards and forwards, his shaft trapped between my swollen, puffy lips, rubbing him against my equally engorged clit, my hands on his chest for balance as I pressed down with my hips.

It was less than a minute before I had to stop, the stimulation getting to be too much for me. I took deep breaths to still the orgasm I could feel waiting. Sir pointed to the left and said something, but I couldn't hear what he said through the blood rushing in my ears and my efforts not to cum on the hard cock that still stood between my thighs. "It's time. You can cum now" he repeated. When he saw that I understood, he repositioned himself against my entrance and thrust his hips upward. That one thrust, feeling Sir's cock deep inside my pussy was all it took. I lost myself in an orgasm so intense I felt like I had left my body and was watching someone else writhing on top of Sir. My moans were so loud, they probably heard me in the next town over.

When I recovered enough to be aware of my surroundings, I saw that Sir's stomach, my legs and a large part of the bedsheets were soaked. Apparently I'd lost control of myself so badly during my orgasm, I'd actually squirted, like one of the porn stars we both enjoyed watching. I also noticed that Sir was still inside me, and still hard. I started riding him again, wanting it to last a little longer this time.

Less than a minute later, I was cumming again. Not quite as intensely maybe, but in a way it was better, since I managed to stay conscious enough to enjoy it that time. Sir rolled me onto my back, propped my ankles on his shoulders and started fucking me, long and slow. The orgasms had only made my greedy pussy desperate for more, but this time Sir was setting the pace and made her wait.

Not for very long though. With each of his thrusts, I felt it creeping closer. Each one pushing me closer to the peak, falling back, then climbing even higher. Sir's arms wrapped around my legs, pulling me on to him as he started using more power, driving himself into me harder and faster. I felt an overwhelming urge to pee, then I was cumming and squirting again, Sir cumming inside me as he reached his own peak, setting off a series of aftershocks through my body.

We collapsed back on the bed, both completely drained. I happened to glance over at the bedside table, where my two favourite toys sat waiting. Sir chuckled "They were supposed to be for tonight, but I guess they can wait until morning"