Playing Games

On Thursday, Master told me that he was going to start a Tumblr (in addition to this blog and the Pinterest we share) about our dark dreams and desires. I asked him if he would allow me to see it. He told me yes, but that I had to guess the password. The rules were as follows: He gave me one clue per day. I was allowed to guess once. If I failed, not only was I not allowed access to the site he had created, but I was not allowed to orgasm until the next day. 
I guess incorrectly to my clue on Thursday. 
On Friday, I also guessed wrong. On Friday, I also engaged in text-based RP with a friend, and the RP turned steamy. I was incredibly turned on and could do nothing about it. 
Again on Saturday, I guessed wrong once again and promised Master that I would get it right on Sunday. I also continued my RP with the above mentioned person. At this point, I felt much akin to a tightly wound top; my sex was sopping and I wanted nothing more than to touch myself and make me cum.  

Yesterday, Master and I had a few hours between our individual work shifts, so instead of napping like I should have, I stayed up to talk to him. We didn't do much gaming together the weekend before, like we usually do, so he suggested that we play League of Legends, with his own twist. Before the game started, he commanded that I push my glass dildo inside of me as far as it would go and keep it there. Every time that I died, I had to rub my clit until I respawned. For every death at the end of the game, I had to spend masturbating that night without touching my clit nor coming to an orgasm. However, for every kill I made, it negated one death. I writhed; I didn't think that I would be able to do it. I feared I would disappoint my Master and fail him. 

I died four times and each time I rubbed my clit furiously, spreading my lips with my other hand. I knew that if he had allowed I would cum quickly. But he always sternly commanded me to stop the second that I respawned. At random times during the game, he also instructed me to roll my hips against the dildo until he said to stop. By the end of the game, I had achieved six kills, negating all of my deaths. I was also so incredibly dripping wet that my glass dildo wouldn't stay within me. He told me that since I had done such a good job in our game that he would allow me to fuck myself for five minutes. In and out, the toy slid effortlessly, drawing moans galore from me. I knew that if I could just keep going and gently apply pressure to my clit, I would explode. But alas, he made me stop when he left from work, leaving me whimpering for release. 

Also, on Thursday night, he has started a new ritual for me to perform every night before I go to bed. I am to strip naked, put my collar on, and say aloud "I am Aurora and he loves me, come what may." I usually say it several times, like a chant, and kneel there, letting it all soak in. I am then to sleep with my collar either in my hand or wrapped around my wrist and always near my heart, as a symbol of his love for me. Last night, I found a new and exciting way to hold it, however. I slid it closed to the last notch and slipped both of my wrists through the loop, holding them loosely in place, and holding my arms against my chest. I'm sure that Master will approve of this.

I did, however, guess the password right today and he allowed me to look upon the inspiration, ideas, and art that he had collected. He will be letting me orgasm tonight as well when he calls me. I await the scene he paints for me...