Few days days until I'm on my knees again... already restless just thinking about it.

The thought of not kneeling in front of Her for another 10 days is making me restless… and She'd probably love to see me suffering...

Her reply just popped up on my phone… my heart is beating so hard I can barely breathe. About to open it...

on every vibration from my phone, I'm praying it's Her telling me when I can crawl back to serve 😞

Just hit send on an email to Her asking for my next session… and now my heart is racing like I’m already on my knees.

The leash is still invisible…
but I can feel it tighten.

Every time I want to speak here, something stops me. The shame of overstepping still burns in me.
But deep down, this pathetic submissive still dreams of earning a place beneath You.

I edge. I whimper. I stop.
Not because I’m strong…
But because this cock isn't mine anymore.
It belongs to her, and she hasn't given me permission

It’s been a long time.
No orgasm. No release. Just edging, leaking, aching.
Why?
So I can kneel in front of my Mistress and say:
“Here. This is every filthy drop I saved for you.”