“I’m sorry Daddy” is a terrible response to the constant situation, but I really was sorry. I really was sorry that I forgot to charge my wand again. I know that You want to use it during our play sessions and I do love it so when You touch me and tease me with it.
You didn’t act irritated at all when You replied back with “it’s okay babygirl”. It seemed so benign, that I didn’t think any more of it. Time passed and the infraction was forgotten, or so I thought.
Today I got a message from You with some extra tasks, since I have the day off. As I scanned the list, they all looked typical, except the last one. It simply stated that I am to play with my wand and I can cum, but I must stop playing all together if and when the wand dies.
Hot damn! I get to play! I rushed to the bedroom to start ticking tasks off the list and I am going to start with the last one first! I quickly strip out of my clothes and lay down on our bed. I grab the wand and it hits me, how charged is this thing? When was the last time I took the time to charge up my toy?
I breathe a sigh of relief when the wand comes to life with the push of a button. Within moments I am slick and needy as I rock my hips into the vibration. I am close, so close, as the wand begins to slow. Desperation hits as I realize that I might not be able to cum before it dies….and the race is on!
