Sir and I got to play a little bit this Friday morning – which was a treat. I knew he wanted to make sure we were able to connect with our long distance remote toy (the one we call Pink Panter.) My getaway doesn’t start til Saturday, so I was keeping my expectations low. But I got so much more than I expected.

We connected on the remote pretty easily. We didn’t have a great internet connection so there were some time lags, although it didn’t didn’t seem to slow Sir down. It certainly didn’t slow me down, but then my part is pretty much all panting with pleasure – and then begging for my orgasm.

That was a close call today. I almost came before he gave permission. Fortunately, I managed to hold on.

After that, he just kept playing. I have not been able to come a second time. But he still enjoys making me squirm. I always feel like if I could just move my hips or my pelvis or something in the right way, I would come again. And then I don’t.

So I spend the rest of the day buzzing a bit all on my own. Just a lingering arousal to take with me.

Part of my morning routine is 10 minutes of qigong, a form of tai chi. Today, he asked me what I thought about doing my qigong exercises wearing the Pink Panter. I gasped and told him I thought it would probably fall out, since I wasn’t wearing panties.

Then right before we ended, he asked if I had any thongs. I do, and he told me to be sure to pack a pair for my getaway. Of course I agreed.

“Do you know why I want you to bring thongs?” he asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Well,” he said, “What kind of tools do we play with?”

When I looked blank, he prompted me, “We play with two types of toys, the Pink Panter and…”

“Um,” my brain was still a little pleasure-fried, so it took me a minute to think of the right words – toys/tools – not spanking, what – “Impact! Impact play,” I said.

He nodded, “Mmmhmm. Two types of toys. And what if we were to play with them together?”

Stunned, I couldn’t answer. But he went on, “You would need to wear something so that nothing would fall out that shouldn’t, and that also wouldn’t get in the way. Right?”

I couldn’t answer because I was picturing me bent over the bed – and – all I could say was, “Oh. My. God.”

I’ve carried that thought in the back of my mind all day. Will he really do that? How would he – and then I find myself squirming again, just imagining – and yikes. I don’t even know…