As a nymphomaniac you have to be as lucky as I am! I’ve found a sugar daddy who knows I cannot endure a day without my orgasms!
The life of a nymphomaniac is unimaginably difficult. It starts already in the morning before getting up, when the pleasure begins in bed, taking possession of the whole body. If there is no partner in “reach”, you almost go crazy. A nymphomaniac needs at least four orgasms along the day, but if more, even better. So, when you’re working, it’s a lonely break in the washroom or a spreading migraine and hysteria. If possible, she arranges a quick lunch meeting with a partner just to be able to make it until the evening.
Of course, there is the internet where like-minded people meet and find arrangements to survive the days. I had a partner for a very long time, with whom I shared the apartment and we satisfied our needs. She was amazing with the tongue and the handling of many toys, both of which we had our own assortment. There were nights when we slept very little because we could not keep our hands and tongues apart.
But now I have found a sugar daddy, who has specifically searched for a woman who dominated by eroticism, sex and lust as I am, and is always ready to satisfy his desire.
After a short trial, I moved in with him, gave up my old apartment, separated from my previous partner and all friends and live only more to my liking and the wishes of my sugar daddy. He understands me, he’s ready and willing to give me up to five orgasms, sometimes even more, throughout the day. I just have to obey him and always be ready. There is no refusal. He would punish me, which is usually expressed with a whip and lash, or he punished me with days of sexual deprivation, until I cry weeping. He practices sex depriving by tying me to my bed, fixing my arms so that I cannot satisfy myself either. He peaks then every now and then into my room, starts to excite me, or masturbates in front of me, but does not allow me an orgasm. Only at the meal times can I come to the table or go to the bathroom. After this procedure, I’m a tamed lamb and obedient.
Since he works from home, we can plan out the day, always choose and have a go at each other! I just want him to fulfil my needs as well, while he lays it out for us.
On normal days, I get breakfast served in my bedroom as he wakes me up on time. – which means I have time to go to the bathroom to prepare myself, where he leaves me a sticker with what he wants me to do to be ready for him.
I then come out of the bathroom and take a seat at the breakfast area. Sometimes he then put the seat cushion with a vibrator and I have to slowly settle on it, and let him slowly penetrate me. He turns it on with the remote control. I have to put both my elbows on the table and keep eye contact with him. He watches me closely, increases the vibrations or reduces them. Then he gets me coffee and we have breakfast, always with eye contact. When he realizes that I’m getting restless, that I open my mouth or my tongue moves slowly over my lips, he reduces the vibration again.
“You may only come when I allow you to!” He usually shouts at me. I know that, but it is often very hard to control myself, as I am always a little agitated in the morning. Often, he gets up and steps behind me, his hands sliding to my breasts and caressing them. I usually moan!
“My lord and master …”, I softly beg,
“Oh no, wait!”, His voice is also smooth but threatening. Then I hold my breath, because it can cause him to tie me up in the bathroom to the buck and I get to feel the whip!
This buck is always in the bathroom, ready to give me my always well-deserved punishment. He then puts me down on my stomach, my head hangs down, he ties my arms and legs to the legs of the buck and picks up the whip. He always whips me at least ten times and drives me crazy with it, just to the point where I love the hurt, not more than that.
Then he puts the whip away and kisses my burning butt cheeks, my rosette and slides gently into my vagina and offers me my first orgasm of the day. The buck is as high as it allows him to fuck me. As my butt is still sensitive of the whipping, the pain is still prolonged during my orgasm when he bumps me strong and I moan my lust out!
My arms are tugging at the shackles and my fingers are clawing at the legs of the buck.
Then he loosens the shackles, picks me up easily and carries me to my bedroom. I cuddle up, still delighted with my first shower of sensations and he covers me up gently – he just loves me.
A little later I come back to his office and kneel next to his chair and wait for his command for me.
Regularly, he just tells me without looking up from his work:
“Doggie”
I know then I have to get on my knees and kneel down next to him. He then checks sometimes if I’m wet enough, squeezes my clit and I’m already begging to come and I get a proper fingerfuck with buttplugs aside!
My sugar daddy knows what I like and need and he just takes so well care of it that I gladly obey to his wish and command.
**This text does not reflect, necessarily, ApartadoX opinion.
