An orgasm a day… day 10

Since I am home for some time, Master T. has decided that a multi-day task is in order. Other than that I have to relax and rest a lot, for ten days I have to use an object I can find in our household to bring myself to orgasm. The moment I heard about this, some images sprang to mind, but I definitely did not have enough ideas to fill ten days. Not at that moment. This is how this slutty journey developed…

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Day 10: Miniature bottle

We were up on time on this morning as we had planned a day out shopping. This meant that both of us had to get ready to leave on time, which also meant that I had to find a window of opportunity to get the things I needed to complete day 10 of this ten-day task He had set me. Luckily Master T. had to go upstairs and while He did, I quietly opened the cabinet where He keeps his whiskey. I grabbed one of the two miniature bottles of Tyrconnell Single Malt Irish Whiskey and prayed that He would not notice that it was gone before we left the house. I did not want Him to know what I had used for day 10 until He had seen the photos. Luckily He did not even look at the cabinet, where then only one single bottle proudly stood behind the glass door.

I constantly had to think about the tiny bottle of whiskey and the camera in my bag. We were in the city center just after 9am and decided to have coffee first. I went to the bathroom, but it was just too early for an orgasm. Where I was slightly horny, I decided that a next stop would be better. Also, the place we were in was quite small and there were not a lot of people in it, which made me feel that people might notice if I stayed away too long. After the coffee, we slowly strolled by other shops, on our way to a lingerie shop. This same shop has all kinds of kinky stuff in their basement. Being busy in the shop – fitting a sexy bra, looking at collars, feeling different ones around my neck and fitting cuffs – all of that made my horniness grow. We were in the shop for close to two hours and when we left, I was wet.

It was another hour before we decided to have lunch. I desperately needed to go to the toilet and when I said as much, Master T. asked me how much time I needed. We smiled at each other, as if we could read each other’s thoughts. I told Him I would be back in 15 minutes. Damn, I was horny and knowing that He knew what I was going to do… well that made me even hornier.

In the bathroom, locked in a cubicle, I got everything from my bag – everything being the camera, the tiny bottle and a special wet tissue to clean the bottle with. I made a couple of photos, but really only enough to show Master T. in which way I was executing the task. Then I put the camera to the ‘movie’ setting and held it in my right hand. I did not even test to see whether I had it in the right angle. The bottle – about 3 centimeters in diameter – easily slipped into my pussy. As I moved it in and out, the sounds of my wetness could clearly be heard. I heard a door open in the corridor and a woman talking, but I could not be stopped anymore. It did not take long for me to climax with the bottle pushed deep inside me.

Quickly I checked the camera to see whether the movie showed what it should. I was vaguely disappointed to see that it showed all it should. The bottle was still inside me, held in place by my left hand. I snapped a couple of photos, slowly pulled the bottle from my wet hole and cleaned it. When everything was packed, I returned to where Master T. was waiting outside on the terrace.

“So,” He smiled, “task completed.”

I grinned and nodded. I could hardly wait for Him to see what I have used. I almost told Him right there, but stopped just in time.

That evening, when we were home at last, He poured us both a drink. By then I had already put the missing bottle back in place. The first drink He poured was from the miniature bottle that stood in the cabinet all day. The second was from the bottle I had used for my task. And I just loved His reaction when He realized what I have used… a great big smile! It was at that moment that I at last could tell Him how much fun I had by watching Him pouring His drink and knowing what I have done with the bottle. He doesn’t like the taste of Tyrconnell Single Malt Irish Whiskey so if He ever forgets the name, he can check this post to make sure that He never buys it again.

On the evening of day 10, after he had seen the photos, Master T. Informed me that he was satisfied with the way in which I have executed this task. He already had a new task in mind… something that He has been grinning about on our way to the city early on this day.


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