Is this thing on?
I am not really sure how to do this exactly.
I mean, I enjoy listening to the script readings on Gone Wild audio, but never like want it ever to do one.
But that doesn't matter, I guess. Not anymore.
I am supposed to paint a picture before I am allowed to touch myself.
So, here goes. I am now sitting in my bedroom at my desk.
I am wearing a thin cotton top and nothing else. No panties, no nothing.
I am not allowed to. I have one leg up on my desk so I can see my pussy in the mirror.
He says that that's important. I always have to be able to see my pussy.
I've been itching for hours. I am so freaking horny right now.
And this is day 7.
Every night I have to touch myself.
I have itching over and over again.
My legs spread looking at my wet, soaking pussy.
It would be so easy to just...
Oh my god. He says I am not allowed to come. Not yet.
Only good girls are allowed to come. I can't come until I am a good girl.
For him and for you. I can't do this.
I am now painting a picture. One foot is up on my desk and my legs are spread.
I have my vibrator resting against my cleat but it isn't turned on.
If it wasn't I'd come in seconds. I am not allowed to come. That's what he says.
Not until I am a good girl. Please. Please.
I am rubbing my vibrator up and down over my cleat.
Slowly. Slowly touching. Slowly bringing myself closer and closer to you.
Okay. I don't know why I am doing this.
Recording this audio and touching myself like this. And not coming.
It's him. I was listening to an audio a couple of weeks ago and touching myself when I got that chat message from him.
Asking if I was being a good girl. I don't know why I should have ignored it but I didn't.
It made me angry being told to like that so I replied asking what he meant. He just repeated the question.
Was I being a good girl? And he added, was I touching myself?
I don't know why I should have ignored it but I told him it was none of his business what I was doing.
But he asked again, was I being a good girl? Was I touching myself? And he added, did I want to come?
I don't know but those words. And I was so fucking horny.
So I just wrote back, yes. He replied, say yes sir. And oh my god I almost came while typing that.
And that was the start of it. He kept writing every night asking if I was a good girl for him.
Whether I was touching myself for him. Talking me through it. Telling me to listen to certain audios.
To look at pictures. To post comments. To always, always be touching myself and then after all of that.
After I did what I was told. After I was his good girl. He would just say, come. And I would say, yes sir.
Oh my god. It was amazing. I've never experienced something like this.
Well, some a week ago he stopped giving me permission to come.
The touching was the same. Telling me I was his good girl. Telling me to listen to audios. To look at certain pictures.
To describe what I was doing. How it felt. But at the end of it he would refuse permission to come.
No matter how much I begged he would just say, not yet. That was a week ago.
A week of aging. Of notes.
Then today he told me I was to record this audio. My first one. Playing with myself.
Edging. And to paint a picture of what I was doing. Why I was doing it.
But I wasn't allowed to come. Not without permission.
Permission from you.
Please. I'm so horny. Please. Leave a comment please. Tell me. Tell me I am a good girl.
Tell me I have a good little slut. Tell me it's okay to come.
Once I get enough comments he said I needed three good girls comments.
Then he'll permit me to come. To come like a good girl. For him. And for you.
So. Please. Tell me. Tell me I am a good girl. For him. For you.
For you. Please.