I was under her merciless gaze.
As she pushed me closer and closer, then drew me back from the edge, my body was aching for release. Yet I knew it would only be with her permission, and at her hands.
Her instructions were clear, simple, total abstinence, until she called me into her presence.
The battle not to touch, to gain my needed release, or basking in the warmth of her pleasure.
Absolute torture, the ache of my body versus the ache of my heart and mind.
How long would the battle for abnegation rage?
And, who would win!
