It’s been a fascinating year for us. She has grown much more self-assured and thoroughly enjoys taking the lead. I’ve experienced my most extended denial stretches, lasting up to three and a half months. She has also uncovered the pleasures of using riding crops and handcuffs (recently she had me call in sick, shackled me with cuffs, and handed me a list of eight hours’ worth of cleaning tasks). We are both really savoring this dynamic. I receive ample PIV which she adores as well as the magic wand treatment. Her sexual appetites have developed so remarkably it’s wonderful.
Moving on to the present. She presented me with a large calendar, noting it was for New Year’s Eve. Her idea is to select just a few specific days when I am allowed to release. During our last couple of encounters, I asked her how many times she had in mind—six? seven? She answered, ‘Oh, I think that might be too much for you. You’ll see.’ Her words hit me like lightning bolts and I nearly erupted. 2019 is shaping up to be a promising year.