by ktbaxter

Chupa Chup withdrawl is doing strange things too my mind.

Found myself pacing in front of the door to Master's room last night muttering his name over and over. Decided to take the risk and crept into Master's room. Silicone Sally nowhere to be found, gatefully.

Master moaned in his sleep and I stood transfixed as he writhed under his sheets. The top sheet fell back and revealed his chest. I gasped. He had no shirt on and I watched the play of his sinewy muscles under his skin as he tossed and turned.

I leaned in over him ready to get in another head lick. Another? I vaguely remember licking him before and then being led downstairs. Was there a sling involved? And a tub of crisco? I almost think it is the Chupa Chup deprivation making me hallucinate then I feel the welts on my firm muscled behind.

I am leaning transfixed over Master and he turns in his sleep. He moans and I tremble. He calls out Fruity's name! NO! I run from the room in tears.

Back in my own room under a cold shower I give into temptation and suckle on a Chupa Chup. I pledge ten extra minutes on the stair master to make up for my weakness.

Master must be mine. Not just for one night of discipline but forever. I will not stop till Master is mine body and soul. Fruity will have to be dealt with.

I will make fruity my love slave then abandon him. He does have such lovely lips. Master will recognize the sex god that is Enrique! Master will be mine yet!