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The submissive is a complete novice with no lifestyle experience. In fact, MY new sun is a 22-year-old virgin. I will admit that she shows promise, especially in that she completed this task while having her period. (F-solo, mast) *** I'm not really sure where to start exactly so I guess I'll start at the beginning... A few days ago, I went to bed preparing to wake up with a task given by my Master. Before signing off, He told me to spend the entire day (beginning at 9am), masturbating at the beginning of every hour for 15 minutes. I was not permitted to cum during any of these sessions every hour. I was to be on line and available to talk to Him for whenever He decided to check in, and I was to picture Him standing over me as I was doing this. Aside from these aspects, I was also to masturbate in every room of the apartment at least once and only be in my panties during each session, being allowed to dress in between if I wanted to or not. I had never done something like this before at all. The night before I began and the morning I woke up, I was having heavy doubts I could do it. I understood why He told me to do this though...that He wanted me to learn to discipline and control my body's reactions. The longevity of it worried me and trying to fall asleep the night before was difficult. I worried about disappointing Him most, about failing and losing control easily. I wanted to be able to get through the next day with flying colors and I worried that if I failed sometime in between, I would want to not tell Him about it. Failure was on my mind before even beginning the task at hand and I know now that this was the wrong state of mind to be in. I woke up just slightly before 9am. I began trying to ready myself mentally for the day but ending up finding that this was in vain. I didn't really know how to focus my energy on controlling myself before the first session and I was unsure about how difficult this was actually going to be. I had never masturbated before without the end result happening. I've had times where I couldn't get there and I tried but those times were a result of me not being able to, not me controlling myself not to. Just before I began my first session, I felt myself getting excited. I was growing wet and warm and I hadn't even touched myself yet. As 9am approached, I began the first session. I started in the kitchen because I had just had breakfast there. I sat my laptop on the floor beside me and began to masturbate. I tried to have my laptop with me everywhere throughout the day for whenever He signed on. It wasn't all that hard in the beginning but watching the clock continuously, the 15 minutes to me seemed to drag by. He told me I was not to do a half-ass thing and touch myself lightly the entire time but to work towards my full release, stopping myself at the brink of orgasm every time. I had to stop a couple times this first session but I wasn't really worried about cumming. Being in the kitchen was sort of strange. Some of the rooms I spent my sessions in during the day were more comfortable than others and some just felt odd. The kitchen itself didn't really have a feeling but the atmosphere was sort of odd to be masturbating in. I've only ever done that in my own room. Picturing Him standing over me and watching during this first time was intense. I didn't really like imagining it most of the day. Later on when evening came I began to get used to imagining Him there but I still didn't like it all that much. It did make the sessions more intense for me, but more in a frightening than exciting way. It's not really that I was scared of Him but being so exposed and feeling so open, masturbating in a room of the house I had never been in before, and not being able to cum... it was just a mixture of different intensities and coupled with imagining Him standing over me watching was something I couldn't get used to. *** After the session ended, I felt very aroused. I wanted to spend the day productively so I decided to clean the apartment between sessions and try and busy myself with something else. I figured if my mind wasn't focused on being so turned on, but instead concentrating on something else, it would make the next session easier. It seemed to work. Intermittently between each session, I ended up vacuuming the entire apartment, sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor, doing dishes, organizing my room and putting some things into storage, going through my closet and drawers and getting rid of some stuff, and doing laundry. I didn't want the day to be idle. I didn't want to sit around watching movies or be online all day. I usually clean when I'm bored anyway so the apartment isn't really ever in a horrible state of disarray. Mom sort of neglects stuff so I'm normally the one who does the majority of keeping up the place. Just before 10am rolled around, I started thinking that this time was going to be more difficult. It wasn't as if I had woken up in a state of arousal but after the 9am session, I knew it was going to be harder to control my body. During the time after 9am, I sort of let my body's reaction fade away from my mind and just before 10; I didn't really feel different from when I had begun the 9am session. When I began masturbating a second time, it wasn't all that bad the first few minutes. I fell back into the routine but about halfway through things began to get more difficult and my body was trying to react faster than before. I had to pause more to control my body and slow down here and there. The second time I was in the living room and that wasn't all that bad. I hadn't ever thought of masturbating somewhere other than my bedroom but I didn't really mind the living room much. I started thinking after the 10am session how strange it was going to be to be in the bathroom and my mother's room. I began cleaning again and at 11am, decided to just get the bathroom out of the way next. I was eager to finish the rooms that weren't my bedroom and eventually I just planned on being back in my room instead of bouncing back and forth in the apartment from place to place each session. Between 10:15-11am, I was having trouble quieting my mind. My pussy was wet and heated and I couldn't focus on things as well as I had been able to the hour before. The need for release was already starting to overpower my mind and it was so early in the day already. I wondered how I was going to make it to the end, which I didn't really know when that was going to be. At 11am, I went into the bathroom and began the next session and earlier than before, I found my body wanting to lose control fast. The pauses and moments where I slowed down were becoming more frequent. It was getting increasingly harder session after session to try not to cum. When those times came along, I tried to tell myself that Master isn't allowing me to cum and that if I do, it's not only going to be failing Him but failing myself. Each session I was bringing myself to the brink of orgasm and then quickly stopping myself. Things became harder and harder each time I arrived at the doorstep of my release. After the 11am session, I continued cleaning the apartment. I decided to do the living room once more and move to my room after. At 12pm, things began to get very difficult. I didn't want to begin again because I was already so aroused. I wanted to touch myself during the break I had but held off; knowing doing something like that was only going to make the task at hand more difficult. I began again in the living room and just after a few minutes I was aching to cum. I was bringing myself to the brink of orgasm often now and stopping and having to slow myself down frequently. Twice during that session I was very close to losing control and I was beginning to doubt I'd be able to control my body. It seemed like my mind wasn't really in the driver's seat anymore and that my body was overriding the attempts I was making to control myself. I somehow managed to not cum during that session and I sort of felt my impending failure happening sooner than later. I decided to have lunch and stop cleaning and I started to watch a music DVD, hoping that the mental stimulation of that was more in depth than cleaning and would force me to focus on something besides my arousal. I think that helped a bit but as 1pm approached, I was wary of continuing. Part of me wondered if I should just skip a session or two, thinking that He would never know. I hate that I was thinking this way but failing and disappointing Him seemed likely in my mind. I felt like the task at hand was overwhelming my body. I didn't want to do that though. I wanted to get through the day still, knowing that even if I did skip an hour, it would still be me that knew about it and even if I didn't fail the task at hand, I would have still failed myself from that and in turn, failed Him. 1pm I began my session once again, this time in my bedroom. The environment felt more comfortable and I was used to being in here doing this. My pussy was wet still, even after watching the DVD and trying to focus solely on that and push aside my arousal. My body was winning the battle and beginning the session, things went downhill fast. I was having a hard time touching myself after the first couple minutes without wanting to stop completely. Before this and in the earlier session, I was merely slowing down and pausing but not completely stopping and taking the vibrator away from my body. Within the first 5 minutes of the session, I was already so close and I could feel myself shaking from just grinding lightly against the toy. I kept stopping and starting and during the middle of the session, I thought I had brought myself to the brink yet again and when I stopped and pulled away, my body continued moving and I started to cum. It was heavily intense as far as previous orgasms I've had and my body was shaking slightly for a short while after. I said, "I love You, Sir" as I should but I felt horrible thanking Him. It felt as if I was thanking Him for my failure. The orgasm I had felt amazing but nonetheless, it wasn't something I was permitted by Him so it was a mixture of pleasure and being upset. After 1pm, I felt like my body had calmed down considerably but spent the next 45 minutes unsure of whether or not to tell Him. Deep down, I knew I had to but deep down I really didn't want to. I wondered how He would react and just how angry it was going to make Him. I didn't want to think about telling Him but it remained in my mind constantly the rest of the day and I think the fact that I had already failed set me into a mode where I refused to let it happen again. I was incredibly upset with myself until 2pm rolled around and was now dreading continuing the day. I didn't feel like I was doing my best job and I kept telling myself I should be striving for excellence all day. I was questioning myself for allowing my body to lose control, wondering how it had happened so easily and cursing at myself for not being able to stop myself before I came. At 2pm, I went into my mothers' room and I think this contributed to the session slightly. I wasn't excited to be in there and was more uncomfortable in the atmosphere than comfortable. I found my body to be less reactive and didn't really have a struggle of control during that session. 3pm was sort of vague and I'm not sure I remember the order of what room I was in when but I know I remained in my bedroom a great deal and was in the dining room and living room once more here and there. Around 4:30, He signed on and I told Him that I failed. He gave me a new task to masturbate only at the top and bottom of every hour for the next five hours. And He told me that since I came at 1pm, it meant that those sessions the 5 hours from before were lost and I had to make them up this way. Instead I was to now masturbate at every half hour for 15 minutes and remain nude in between. I had finished cleaning the apartment by this time in between sessions so I remained in my bedroom for each half hour session. I understood His logic and reasoning behind the hours that I lost and making them up and was sort of surprised that He didn't get angrier with me. I know I had upset Him and He was disappointed in me. I was just as angry with myself and since the time I had failed to the time I had begun the new task, I was incredibly upset with myself for letting Him down. It was INCREDIBLY difficult not to cum during the new sessions I had. I tried to focus on Him the entire time instead of thinking about myself. I told myself that my body was His and each time I felt the control I had slipping away, I kept telling myself that Him permitting me to cum was something I had not earned yet and that I had already failed once and was not going to fail again. I pressed on and around 9:30, we began speaking again after the 5 hours were over. At 10 pm, He told me I was to still continue my earlier schedule and masturbate during the first quarter of every hour so I did this while watching Him. That made things increasingly more difficult because whenever I see His eyes or His face or Him looking at me I feel like I am being hit with a bolt of lightning. Even if it is only I seeing Him on His web cam, He still holds this invisible power over me. We spoke late into the night and just before He signed off, something inside of me broke and I started having some sort of meltdown that came on suddenly. I had been having worries since before Christmas about this relationship not being enough for me. I ended up speaking with Him about it last night but was worried all day about even wanting to tell Him. I felt like not signing on at all and I felt like I was going to upset Him if I told Him what had transpired. Basically, I started crying uncontrollably and had some sort of emotional outburst for a few hours afterwards until I finally exhausted myself and fell asleep. I hate the fact that I want more but there's a part of me that thinks it's perfectly normal to want it all. I was thinking about all of this when I was upset.... about how He and Jasper both have families and are married and how I am still alone.... even though He is with me always, I need the tangible things that go with that "always". Words are not enough. I hated admitting this to Him. I do think that living in this environment isn't helping. Seeing my mom go on all these dates and overnighters and spending time with men more than she is at home, it's not easy. I've been single for forever and I guess there's always been a part of me that wants the whole experience. I see couples on campus, at the mall, the movies, walking around me all the time and I physically hurt from it. I want what they have but I also want to keep what I have with Him. I was at the movies over Christmas and I kept seeing people there on dates and smiling and laughing together and it upset me because I kept thinking, "This is never going to happen with Him. He has a family, a life of His own and I will never get to be able to stand next to Him in a place like this on a holiday." It was like a bullet train hitting me hard, that thought. I dislike the vulnerable ways I am sometimes. I've always been able to be numb to things and even though I've never really been content with being alone, it's always been manageable. High School I didn't really want to date. I was more attracted to older guys then too...having a crush on my teacher instead of the boys in desks next to me. The same with college. I hate the type of guys that are at my school and the priorities they have and the things they like to do and the hardcore ways they party is just a turn off. I sort of put myself in a shell I guess.... encapsulated away from that. He said last night that in order to grow I need to open myself up to experiences. Perhaps I haven't really done this enough and need to make more of an effort with these other things I want to find in someone. It probably doesn't help that I act like a complete and total ass around guys to begin with. I'm comfortable around my brother and my dad and that's really about it. I just need to find my way through all of this somehow.... try to silence my worries and listen to some other voice instead of the one in my head that's got me feeling so inadequate. I'm sort of fond of collecting quotes and I found one today that I'm going to start focusing on... I think it will help during those moments when I want to step away from things and push me into letting go of being afraid...the quote is simply this: "Come to the edge," He said. They said: "We are afraid." "Come to the edge," He said. They came. He pushed them, And they flew... - Guillaume Apollinaire I want more than anything, to be able to fly and be free from my doubts, my fears, and my worries. I want and need to continue serving Him even when I know I may fail. I want to continue to embrace this part of myself I've been so content to ignore for such a long time. Above all, I love being His and it is what I need and want still. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 54