If procrasturbating were an Olympic sport, I’d be a fucking gold medalist. But like I said, I don’t need help—I’ve designed a system: I get re...dy an hour ahead of time so that I’m free to touch myself until the very last second, until I need to get on with my daily schedule. I take my shower , blow dry my hair, and get fully dressed (except for pants, which I take out of the drawer and leave at the foot of the bed) before I lie down, close my eyes, and start the cycle.If not a full-on. ?Naughty, naughty Monica. You know what Sir would make you do right now.? I chastised myself, then reached up and repositioned the ball gag in my mouth and buckled the straps securely. Regagged, I bent forward and somehow smiled around the red sphere clutched between my teeth, then clasped the panty girdle and drew it up my legs, making sure it nestled snugly into my crotch and held the dildo and butt plug firmly in place.I began to think about what my colleagues, friends, the neighbours and,. I'll share his body with you, infact I'm looking forward to that, but he's to be my slave, alone" "I don't know if I like that. What if I refuse?" It was a question, not a threat. "I'll ask you to leave," I responded flatly. "Really?" "Yes, really." Something changed in our relationship after those two words. I had never chosen a man over Wendy before, and here I was contemplating asking her to leave our home. All for a boy I knew barely 48 hours. We drove the. Janet got one of the sophomores to admit that she heard Cathy talking on her phone yesterday. She said she was talking about her big plan for making you hers was going down today. She didn't stick around for details cause she knew the shit would be on her if Cathy caught her listening. Jamie, I don't know what she is up to, but be careful. Cathy is a truly sick bitch at times. I sometimes cry myself to sleep at night over the things she makes me do. Look, I gotta get back for the next period at.