Thursday
Morning
I think I’ve set a record. Oh… not for the most orgasms in one week or
anything. Or even one day. Nope. This
morning I set a personal record. I woke
up at five, just like usual. Then I
reached down between my legs, gently began rubbing my clit, and felt nothing. No sexual surge. No need.
No want. No desire. It was like
running a hand over my elbow. Or
caressing my knee. After ten minutes I
risked a punishment and even turned on the vibroballs. To high no less. And even then it took another fifteen minutes
before I was finally able to get somewhere, experiencing a tiny orgasm that
felt like I’d just tried to light a firecracker that fizzled.
The toy of the day sucks too. Again, nothing motorized. I guess the vibroballs were a fluke. Instead I’ve got that damn double dildo thing
shoved up inside me, five inches of solid rubber up my ass, connected at the
base to six inches of solid rubber in my pussy.
It doesn’t move. It doesn’t
shake. And worse, even trying to
masturbate with it is impossible since you really can’t push and pull on both
dildos at the same time. It’s awkward
and just… well… very difficult.
I feel exhausted. Listless.
Morning chores was monotonous, as if I were wandering around like a
lifeless zombie, the life sucked out of me.
As an hour and a half came and went I found myself totally uninterested
in even trying to masturbate. Walking
around wasn’t even arousing, and that’s WITH the toy of the day. For the first time NHPS Rule #1 – the requirement
that I be constantly stuffed in order to say wet and ready – has failed
me. Heck, even without that rule, I’m
usually in some state of semi-arousal.
Honestly it doesn’t take very much to get me gushing.
Usually.
I’ve managed one more orgasm, right
after breakfast, so just two this morning, and that’s a bad thing. I’m under by
seven now. I’ve only had thirty-seven
orgasms so far and I should have had forty-four by this time. The last one wasn’t bad. I was up in my room, my tee shirt around my
neck, clamps on my nipples, my vibrator against my clit, with Stinging O
coating the damn thing. I’ve realized
that it was the pain, that simple addition that did it. And even though the orgasm was still a bit
lackluster, I’ve realized that if I’m going to catch up, or even keep from
falling further behind today, I’m going to have to do something extreme.
I’m going to have to do an
assignment. Something bad. Something hard. Something humiliating. Something that hurts.
Because you know what? It’s got to turn me on.
***
Okay, I emailed Brandon. Master Brandon. I’ll have something in a little while. I don’t
know what, but I told him the gloves were off.
I hope I don’t end up regretting
that.
Total Hours: 160
Total Orgasms Required: 78
Total Orgasms Experienced Thus Far:
37
Hours Elapsed: 88
Expected Goal: 44
Orgasms Over/Under: -7
I hope you have not thought of the orgasms you need to have per hour now. "Butterfly vibe on high with the singing O!" Big punishing ending for Breanne coming up I think.
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