“I know you’ve got to go,” I whined, “but I’ll miss you.”

“Now, Soph, you should know better by now. I’m not about to let my wife be too lonely. You’ll face time me every morning at 7:30 and every night at 9:30.”

“I know.”

“Plus, I’ll be sending you tasks every day.”

“Really?” I brightened at this. If I were performing assigned tasks, I’d be much happier.

“And, I have a little gift for you. It’s for my peace of mind as well as for your safety and pleasure.”

Now I was curious. Milord handed me a package, and I ripped into it.

I stared at the contents, open mouthed.

“I knew you’d like it!” Milord beamed. “Let’s get this on you.”

I squeaked, “Plug and all?”

“Yep. Plug and all,” he answered as he inserted said plug into my creamy pussy. He had just made love to me, so I was beautifully lubricated. “Stand still while I adjust this. Once it’s locked, it’s locked. I’m taking the key with me, so this will stay on you until I return home.”

My eyes had to have bugged out of my head!

“I’m going to have a dildo inside of me and locked into chastity for a week???”

“That you are. This is leather and stainless steel, so you can easily shower or bathe with it on. I’ve just adjusted the back of it so you can defecate easily and clean yourself using the bidet. There. How’s that?”

I wiggled around, bend at the waist, squatted, and twisted. I had to admit that it was comfortable. Thank goodness the dildo was small!

“Can’t I at least have a spare key in case of an emergency? You know I won’t use it without permission or an extreme situation,” I whined.

Milord sighed heavily, pocketed the key, and sat at the end of the bed before patting his lap. Rolling my eyes, I lay across his legs.

“You know better than to question me. You can use your safeword or ask for clarification, but that’s now what you did, is it?”

“No,” I admitted sulkily.

His hand came down on my upraised ass.

“No. It wasn’t. Now,” every few words Milord punctuated with a hard slap to my bottom. “I was planning on giving you a going away spanking anyway, but now it’s also a correction.”

He was alternating cheeks and using a powerful stroke with each sharp spank. By the time he finished, I was close to tears and my ass was on fire. Still, before he left, I kissed him passionately, thanked him, and promised to facetime him at 9:30 that night for the next five nights.

Day one:

7:30 a.m. – Facetime. Milord had me stand in front of my laptop nude and show him the chastity belt.

“Good,” he said. “No chaffing. Any issues with it?”

“No,” I admitted.

We then spoke of mundane things – what my plans were for the day, he reminded me to pay the water bill, and gave me permission to wear whatever I wanted for the entire time of his trip.

12:30 p.m. Text: You are to go to Ms. Laura’s Lingerie today. She’s expecting you. I’ve prechosen a few items. Choose one. Be sure to model it. Ms. Laura will snap some pics and send them to me.

OMG! She would see the chastity belt! Humiliated, but liking it, I went. I chose a super cute, unique bra! I thought I was being clever and wore a pair of jeans and t-shirt, thinking that I’d only have to take off my top for the picture. Until Ms. Laura giggled and asked if the chastity belt was comfortable. My face flamed as I answered her.

“Well, drop those jeans, dear. Micah asked me to check to be sure everything was where it was supposed to be.”

“Oh god,” I muttered, as I opened. She snapped a few pictures, checked the fit of my belt, made sure the dildo was seated properly, and patted my ass.

“I just knew this would be perfect for you,” she beamed as I pulled up my jeans.

9:30 p.m. I modelled the bra for Milord and whined about Ms. Laura checking the belt. Micah just laughed and asked if I enjoyed it. I giggled and said, yes, I had.

Day two:

7:30 facetime – same as yesterday.

9:25 p.m. Text: Clip two clothespins to your nipples. See you in five minutes.

9:30 p.m. I had to stand before the laptop during our conversation. At 9:40, Milord told me to release my nipples. I obeyed, squealed as the blood rushed back in, and came. Milord laughed, praised me, and signed off.

Day Three

7:30 a.m. Facetime: Milord asks about the weather

11:30 a.m. Text: Strip. Slather sunblock on. Grab your hat and go to the back porch to lounge by the pool. I left a new book for you in the nightstand.

9:30 p.m. Facetime: To Milord’s amusement, I finished the book and raved about it.

Day Four

7:30 a.m. Facetime: I’m dying. My pussy has been filled for four days now and I’ve only orgasmed once after removing the clips! Milord just grins and says my patience will be rewarded.

2:30 p.m. Text: Start a new board on Pinterest labeled “Ideas”. Share with me before 9:30.

9:20 p.m. https://pin.it/5gvsqmaRx

9:30 p.m. FaceTime: Milord loved some of my ideas

Day 5

7:30 a.m. Facetime: Milord hints that we will be trying out some of my Ideas on the board.

10:30 a.m. Text: Rather than grabbing an Uber, come pick me up at the airport. Wear the new bra and a short dress with comfortable sandals. We’ll go out to dinner before heading home.

7:10 p.m. I pick up Milord at the airport and we switch seats. He drives us to DeLissa’s, an upscale Italian place with private booths for quiet conversations.

“So, how’s that pussy?” he asks in a low voice.

I choke on my wine. He grins.

“It’s annoyed.”

He laughs.

We FINALLY get home.

“I missed you so much, Sophia. Are you ready for me?”