I wanted him; just feeling his body was making me wet. I wanted a release, so I lent in close to him and slid my hand down my knickers. I rubbed vicio...sly, trying hard not to make a noise. I came so quickly, biting my hand to muffle the sound. I smiled to myself; tomorrow I was going to fuck him so hard. The next day I waited until the afternoon and decided to visit him at work. I put on my sexiest underwear, knowing this would please him. When I arrived at his work, he looked so sexy. His. I don't know how long it lasts. I rarely do. When I recover, I find myself laying on my side on the floor. My fingers are still deep within my body and are impaling me.I'm about to be overtaken by that feeling of satisfaction and warmth that accompanies an orgasm. And I decide not to allow that to happen. Not now, and not this time. Usually, once is enough. But not now. Long ago I learned how to work through that and not to surrender to it, and this morning I would do neither.I removed my. You see my Master knows that I'm in love with him and the worst way to hurt me is to tell me he fucked another person. He follows me up the stairs, pushing me into my little "room" which is really a closet in His bedroom. I choke back sobs as I strip naked and listen as he locks the door. I hear a woman's voice calling to my Master and my whole body becomes wracked with sobs. I bury my face in the pillow and try to drown out the noises of their pleasure. This is the worst punishment I have ever. Candycould always be a little selfish and this was bringing out the worst inher.To be honest, it was hard for me to think or care about anything otherthan shitting, pissing, sweating and sleeping right now. I also gotoccasional bouts of the spins, which would make me throw up if I hadanything left to throw up. The pills were supposed to help with some ofthat, but I couldn't afford a doctor visit or a prescription.I was going to be a girl. Every time I thought about it, it made myheart beat.