Sex or a lot of pain. I needed one or the other. He used the whip on me, and the floggers, and the paddle (hard) and still I felt like a great black hole of want. More pain. Or sex. One of those, you pick, Master. But he was done and went to sleep. I lay in bed for what seemed like hours, trying to be good, trying to be patient and not cry in frustration. But I just lay there wanting, unfucked.
This morning I told him how much I still was needy and wanting and he told me "suffer, bitch" which is about the only answer that makes me feel better, oddly enough. I expect a beating tonight, and possibly he will have sex with me tomorrow. If I'm lucky. When I get like this I feel so pathetically needy. It's not like I have to wait weeks or anything, a few days is bad enough.
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