Hard Up

It was a nice long weekend for Domina. She’s covered it quite well. As I type she is already passed into sleep. I’m suffering from some sexual angst I can’t work out. Since the holidays I’ve cum once. That was over two weeks ago and quite by accident. Love making was so sweet Domina pushed me to my limits and I lost it. As she usually does on these rare occasions, she watched the ejaculate spilling from an abandoned penis aching to be touched. To say the least, my January cum was quite unsatisfying.

Friday brought with it great height of sexual frustration. I woke up unbearably hard. Domina half-awake clasped my penis in her hand and rhythmically squeezed it for a couple of minutes. My pelvis rocked against her fist desperate to feel more friction. Foggy with lust was my state of mind when a knock came on the door. My oldest wanted a ride to school.

Later that day Domina and I went out to lunch together. As she often does she asked me why I was so horny… never mentioning that she knows she keeps my balls perpetually full and heavy by design. On this occasion though she suggested that maybe I had a dream or something else helped prompt my desperation earlier that morning. Was the cock harder or longer than usual? I sincerely doubt it. It was actually a typical morning. But in fact I did have a dream and it was so hedonistic I didn’t own it at the time:

As I recall it started benignly enough. I was at a table in a restaurant or bar watching football with a bunch of guys. Not a surprising topic with the superbowl coming up. However, I believe I was so frustrated in my slumber that in unconsciously took my dream over. Feeling a wave of horny I excused myself from my company and sought out some private quarters to pacify myself. I found myself on a shag rug at the foot of a living room sofa. I was completely naked and frantically masturbating myself. I had no thought of being owned or that I was cheating on my submissive cuckold vows. I just had to cum. Even though my dream suppressed the submissive context, I still recall feeling dirty and wrong in what I was doing. I draped one of my legs up on the sofa as I frantically stroked myself faster. The moment quickly came. As in slow motion, I could see the gaping hole at the tip of my penis open up. A flood of cum erupted from me. It was all over my face and running down my chest. My mouth was full though I didn’t want to swallow it. I lay there dirty in the guilt of my wanton depravity. That’s when I woke up, rock hard and desperate.

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