A (Mostly) Lousy Week

Last week wasn't the best of weeks. The work on the new bathroom started on Monday and by the end of the day the builders had already managed to flood ourdownstairs neighbours, an act they then managed to repeat later in the week for extra dramatic affect. Thankfully, no major damage was done and she was remarkably phlegmatic about the whole thing.

The contractors doing the work have been a nightmare to deal with and although we actually had paid already through the company we purchased the bathroom from for an 'expert installation service' i have ended up project managing much of their work. Oh and our boiler stopped workign so we had no hot water or heating and we also don't currently have a fully functioning toilet. We do, however, have enough dust being created each day to keep me busy hoovering etc until the end of time.

Meanwhile, Owner had Her period and wasn't feeling at Her best and She really does not cope well with chaos and dirt at the best of times and i hurt my back and spent a few days just limping around not able to walk properly. Ho hum! Needless to say we upped sticks and de-camped into a nearby budget hotel so we can at least shower etc.

The work is due to be completed at the end of this week and both of us can't wait for it to be finished and get our lives and our routine back.

On the positve side, Owner gave me a wonderful clitty spanking on Saturday whilst i was temporarily out of chastity for a few hours. She ensured that i didn't get to cum but Her expert beating and teasing left my clit throbbing and pulsating and feeling wonderfully and  desperately frustrated. It has now been over 50 days since i came and the longer it lasts the better and better the denial becomes. Seriously, orgasms are way over-rated compared to the slow, incessant, longing ache, the frustrated desire, the feverish twitches and random pulsating throbs, the constant yearn for release coupled with the hope to never be so so that the delicious and delirious feeling never ends. A few seconds of pleasure vs days, weeks, months who knows of that, that ache. Personally, i'd always take the latter.

See, just sitting typing these few sentences is driving me crazy. My clit has again started pulsating, twitching and throbbing in its plastic safe and my nipples are hard as bullets, creating two small pinnacles in the fabric of my top. i long for Owner to strike me hard and repeatedly 'down there', to fellate Her cock, feel it thrusting into me, to taste and lick Her anus, drink Her urine, feel my nipples beign twisted and pulled taut by Her. i long to watch as She receives pleasure and be happy to have been able to provide Her with such pleasure. To recall the smoothness of Her skin, Her scent, Her perfectly shaped breasts, the feel of being smothered between Her slim athletic thighs, face buried amidst the lush hair of Her pussy, fingers caressing the tips of Her nipples, Her presenting Her anus to me, parting Her small, pale cheeks to feast on Her treasure.

Everyday these thoughts fill my mind, exciting and arousing me and with each day of denial my excitement grows. The gift of chastity truly is the fift that keeps on giving. Thank you Owner for giving it to me. And it's a terrific distraction from the building works :)