Mush

Two factors met to create a perfect storm in my bedroom this week. The first factor was the flood of hormones that usually come with the onset of my period.  I'm not sure if it's the solely the hormones, or the psychological effect that I won't be "getting any" for a week, but I'm incredibly horny right before I start my period. REALLY horny.

The second factor in the storm was an element that Sir has started to add more and more to our play.  As I've written before, Sir has taken to making me beg for an orgasm. Sir really really really likes to hear me beg.  I don't know exactly what it is, but begging just puts my juices in overdrive.  I get in a type of heightened craze.  A REALLY heightened craze.

This week we had been playing for just a short while when Sir got serious.  Beg.  Beg for a cum.  I never hesitate.  I begin to beg.  In earnest.  I beg.  Sir makes me beg more.  And more.  I think it's the longest Sir has ever made me beg.  I am on Jupiter.

A REALLY heightened horny craze.

The hormones and the begging are like lighting a fuse to a keg of explosives.  I lasted through one orgasm.  Sir, as is his habit, asks how I feel.

Like mush, Sir.  I feel like mush. My legs were shaky and I could barely move.  I feel like mush.