I am Pavlov's Dog

I find it no coincidence that the last three mornings on my drive into
work, the song that is Mr. G's ringtone played on my ipod shuffle mix.
And even though I know it's not him calling, I find my body
physically reacting, like I'm about to get to talk to him. And then,
I almost go into a trance, having a highlight reel of personal porn
running through my head as I drive through stop-and-go rush hour
traffic.

All three times, my nipples got hard, my pussy wet. I found my
breathing going into that shallow, almost panting feeling. I'm pretty
sure I moaned this morning, too. But I'm always all post-coital glow
after I cum for/with my Master. And post-coital glow doesn't necessarily
mean I need to cum so very badly. I'm in more of a ....moaning, sensitive
nipples, foggy, content place. It's amazing how being a dirty whore for
him really rights everything in my world that has gone askew.

And last night, he was in rare form. It really is funny how when he's
in an especially teasing and giving me a hard time mood (sadistic) I
get so turned on. I used to get defensive and sensitive and hurt
feelings all the time. And now when he makes fun of me or taunts me,
I go to my foggy, turned on slave place.

I often pace around while I'm on the phone with him. It's hard for me to
be still. Let me tell you, I get *tons* of housework done while we chat.
But other times, I find I can't hardly move and need to be lying in a dark
private room with him and just drink in his....himness. So I'm in the
guest room, t&k are doing the nightly won't go to sleep and give us adult-time dance and I'm whispering provocative things at him and feeling like my body might explode.

He tells me "Go lock the door." Now, let me tell you. I wouldn't put
a THING past Mr. G when he's feeling sadistic. So I never get my
hopes up immediately. I could just hear how hard he'd laugh if he
acted like he was going to let me cum for him and then said I
couldn't.

"Really, or are you fucking with me?" I think was my response. I
could barely talk. Just thinking about it now, his voice saying those
words to me, I'm shaking.

"Really. Go lock the door."

Oh my. And he told me to take my bottoms and knickers off. That is
so fucking hot. My knickers. Anyway, I digress. So he has me touch
my pussy, to see if I'm wet. And, huge shock here, I'm soaked. But
it's more than that. My pussy is emanating heat like a furnace. My
clit is so swollen and sensitive, just brushing across it to feel
between my lips and see if I'm wet makes me moan and shudder.

Then he has me fingerfuck myself for him. And I know I've lamented my
short, thin fingers before. But seriously, when I'm as far gone as he
had me last night, I think my fingers can be the best thing that's
ever touched my pussy. Because it's not that. It's not that I *have*
to be quiet, discreet even. I don't get turned on by that, it
actually takes away from the turn-on for me because I'm usually too
worried of being heard. But I was quiet enough last night that t
didn't even know what had happened and was very impressed when I told
him where i'd just been, with a dreamy, zen-like expression on my
face.

But I came so hard, damn. It was so fucking hot. Hearing him
whispering dirty things in my ear. Telling me what to do to this body
for him. Him talking in his Dom voice in a way that's so pure, so
soul-tapping. It's so much more than just cumming for him, for his
pleasure. It's like the purest most amazing confirmation that I'm
his. He claims me and takes care of me. But also that dirty, I would
finger myself with people just a landing and bedroom door away and cum
so hard, so deep, so toe curling and ass clenching. Twice, actually.

So it's really no wonder that this morning when I heard Justin
Timberlake sing "I'm bringing sexy back" and the beat started
thumping, I reacted in true Pavolv doggie style and went to my foggy,
slutty sub place.