Rode hard and put away wet.

Thank God! I needed that last night. Now we are on our way on a little road trip. He says I am going to be wearing the egg all day – I think I would prefer the sting of the nipple clips a little more than the hum of elusive orgasms – but as I have said before it is not really my decision to make.

Yesterday during our afternoon commute we were discussing the poly situation. I had read somewhere (collarme – slave register – literotica – some message board) a comment stating that couples looking to add an additional sub should be aware that it is not really an attractive proposition for a third to come into a relationship as a beta. I had been mulling this for a few days because I can kind of see the point but at the same time I was curious what His take on the subject would be.

The fact of the matter is that even though we are the primary relationship – and our relationship will remain of paramount importance in all that we do – in the lifestyle I would be more the beta than His girl. The fact is that the addition of the third is, in part, to degrade me. He wants to watch me eat his cum out of her. He wants me to be a non participant while they enjoy each others company. He wants me tied in the corner, unable to move or masturbate while they lick and suck and fuck. He has even forewarned me that He will allow her to beat me when the time comes. At first I thought this was an idle threat. I did not really believe He would allow it knowing how opposed I am to being beaten by a woman. However from the tone of recent conversations it seems more like a plan then a threat.

I find this ridiculously sexy. I have in the past served Him while He was with another. Charged with making sure she was prepared for Him I had the pleasure of servicing one of the finest pussies I had ever encountered. I am eager to regain my position in service to Him while He pleasures another. I want to be the one abused by their whim.

*Unable to sleep at three am my fingers found their way to my pussy. Rationalizing that the stress relief would help me sleep and it was silly to wake Him for permission I began drawing out what promised to be a shattering orgasm. As I neared the first He stirred, rolled over and inquired about what was wrong. I told Him I couldn’t sleep – but did not confess. Is not the denial of an orgasm so close punishment enough?

Infraction three – no confession. I am on the road to something awful.