St Patrick's Day

The 17th of March, St Patrick’s day, and I am in my room alone while all of my friends were out partying the night away. The schedule of Robyn’s was playing havoc with my social life. My masturbation sessions happened right in the prime time of the evening. I was constantly having to turn down invitations and friends were asking why I was becoming such a homebody. I made up excuses as best I could but it was clear as day that I was retreating into the life of a hermit.

No matter how I tried to explain it Robyn would not bend. Seemingly she had no social life of her own and saw no reason why I should have one. I begged her to move the times or let me earn my way to some free time but the damned schedule was sacrosanct as far as she was concerned.

A few days ago I had finally embraced my fate and told my friends and family that I was taking advantage of Dylan’s absence to go on a journey of personal discovery that required long hours of solitary contemplation. Most of them looked at me funny but they accepted it. I was the “flaky” yoga type after all. It relieved the questions but I was none to pleased with it.

While my social life was falling to pieces something else was happening as well.

I don’t know if it was just that I was missing Dylan, or if my tantric delaying techniques were having side effects, or if it was the nightly playtime whether I was in the mood or not, or all of the above, but my libido lately had been soaring to all new heights. I found myself horny almost all the time. Even in yoga class, which was usually a sanctuary for outside thoughts, I began ogling and admiring my students and becoming more than a little aroused.

I was so randy that I had been **** to start taking little sessions for myself before our main sessions just to release some tension. I was as committed as ever to never cumming for my blackmailer. Unfortunately today a post workout supper went late and I’d barely made it home on time. It would be a tough one tonight.

It is 9 pm exactly and I am listening to the ring impatiently waiting for No-Life-Robyn to pick up.

She answers. “Hey Missy. Happy St Patty’s Day!” She, unsurprisingly, had a green sweater on today.

“Hey.” I say back, trying my best to hide my sour mood. “I almost didn’t make it today.”

“Oh, that would have been a shame. Good thing you did.” She rubs her chin. “Do you think Dylan would jerk off to the video? Or would it hurt too much?”

I ignore her prod, though it pissed me off. “Robyn, I need some flexibility.”

“No.” She states emphatically.

“Be reasonable.”

“No.”

“Robyn!”

“Missy!” She snaps right back. “You know the conditions. You’re mine for a year. You have to get over that.”

I let out a huff and grit my teeth. “Yep, fine, yep.”

“You’re angry.”

“Nope, I’m fine.” I say curtly. “Shall we get started?”

She chuckles. “Okay, go ahead.”

Tonight was D2-P, P1-A, 30 minutes. If I wasn’t in such tip top shape these sessions would be brutal, they were like a whole extra workout every day, but I had the strength and stamina to manage.

I spread out the thick towel I brought to protect the bedspread beneath me and slather a dollop of the anal lube onto the plug. I pop the small toy into butthole no problem at all. Next I slick up the glass dildo place it like a tower in the center of the towel. Kneeling over it I lower myself down onto it. I feel that now familiar sensation of cool smooth fullness enter me, the fullness accentuated even more by the plug in my ass. With my right hand holding the base still and my left hand gripping the blankets out in front of me I start to ride the toy.

No-Life-Robyn sips from her stupid mug and watches me with ugly fucking face. I was glad I was angry tonight. It felt good to be angry. Righteous. With anger on my side I knew I could hold out.

I ride for quite some time, just steadily rising and falling on the 7 inches of pyrex glass, and keep my disciplined mind focused on my physical and mental energies. I just…wished this didn’t feel so fucking good.

I’m not sure how long I’d been at it, quite a while, when Robyn speaks.

“Faster please.”

I glare daggers at the fancy new webcam, I knew she’d be seeing the poisonous gaze in perfect detail. Gripping the covers harder I gradually increase my pace.

“I said faster please.” She pokes.

“I am going faster.”

“Faster please.”

I growl under my breath and increase a bit more.

“Faster please.” She says. “I want to see those little titties jiggle.”

“You fucking…” My teeth nearly shatter I am biting down so hard.

“Faster please.”

“Okay! Fuck!” Grounding myself like only a yogi can on my knees, feet, and single hand I almost double my speed. My hips moving up and down in long swift powerful movements.

“That’s better!” She smiles. “Good girl.”

Seeing her grinning face something inside me snaps.

“Is that what you want? Huh? You fucking bitch! You fucking like this you sick fuck?” I slam down on the pussy filling glass again and again and again, for the first time in our sessions the bed starts to make a rhythmic squeaking sound. “You fucking like that huh? You no life piece of shit!”

“Oh my!” She acts surprised. “Such language Missy!”

“You mother fucking…” I shake my head and try to **** myself ignore her. Going at this pace I desperately needed recenter my mind and spirit before…

“Don’t slow down.” Her voice breaks my focus. “I see you slowing down.”

“Rrrmm.” I struggle to keep the same hard driving rhythm as I simultaneously attempt to regain control of my swirling energies. I just needed…a second…

“Don’t stop! Keep going.”

“Uhhh…uhhhh…mmmmmm…” The sounds come unbidden from my open lips. Oh my god, this was feeling so good!

“Oh yeah, moan for me baby.”

“Shut up!” I gasp. “Mmmm. Shut up, shut up, shut up! MMMMM!”

The springs keep squeaking as I keep riding hard and deep.

“Are you going to cum? Are you finally going to cum for me?”

“NO!” My motions falter. “Fuck you!”

“Don’t slow down, don’t you dare slow down.”

I start up again holding the cresting wave back with everything I had. The time had to be close…I just had to hold out.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh!” I grunt on each poon filling down thrust and those little knobs working their magic. The plug in my ass just adding that little bit extra. “Uh, uh, uh, uh!”

“Yeah! Ride it! Come on Miss Perfect! Cum for me!”

“Uhhhh…no! Noooooooo!” All of my tricks and techniques are powerless to stop it, the pressure is irresistible. Like a bursting dam I feel it forcing through my resistance one small leak at a time before it bursts through in one mighty surge. “Ohhhhhh! OHHHHHHH GOD!!!”

I impale myself on the toy one last time and, in perfect frame for the camera, my body heaves and shakes through the powerful and shameful orgasm of my life.

“OHHHHHHH!!!”

My legs snap together and my pussy clenches down around the smooth glass as my body rocks to the waves of pleasure. Robyn watches me through her monitor smiling from ear to ear. Triumphant.

My body quakes with bliss for what seems like an eternity before I at last collapse down onto the bed a sweaty trembling puddle of flesh. She made me cum. I’d never felt lower in all my years. Plain old No-Life-Robyn just made me cum.

“That’s my girl.” Robyn says proudly. “Ohh, you came so good for me.”

“…uhhhhhh…” I whimper in abject defeat.

Just then I hear the beep, beep, beep of the timer before it is turned off.

“You put on a good show tonight.” Robyn says. “I’m very proud of you.”

“Fuck you.” I say feebly through my heavy panting. “Fuck you.”

“Thank you. See you tomorrow.”