Think You Understand Frustration?

This story is a tribute to the astounding wonderment at the strange and weird place inside my head! I have amazed and shocked myself sometimes at the thoughts that zip through my mind on a rocket speed path to some alternative galaxy.

I have scared myself on many occasions and left friends open mouth gobsmacked and debating escape routes and blocking my number. I should confirm that I am totally harmless, don't need medication and usually keep this kind of stuff to myself!

Please also note thoughts don't mean actions, I often think of being a Formula One driver and that's never happened either!

Later when I remember these thoughts or recount them to someone else, I appreciate the humour in them and thought you might too. I might need to warn you I'm British with a very dry sense of humour.

This particular cold but sunny morning, I awoke to the alarm and thought through the list of things I needed to achieve that day. Last night Master had instructed me to bring myself to orgasm before I slept but not actually release until I did something else. The something else isn't relevant to this tale but I didn't want to do it. Unsupervised the rebel in me usually wins and the plus side to hyper thought activity mind is the ability to think up defences.

So to create some highly valid excuses, I had done some chores and started on a work project until it was late and I was tired and ready to sleep. I confess I did contemplate the fun part of the task but told myself even I'd feel suitably guilty for that level of disobedience. I drifted off to sleep clearly thinking about this and I am sure my dreams were relentless and filthy. Sadly, I don't recall any of the details! At some point in the darkest hours, I do remember putting the electric fan on as I was uncomfortably hot.

As is the way, this morning the sun appeared and it was time to face the day but I realised I had this little issue. I lie, I realised I had a big issue, it was a huge problem!

You know when you wake up horny and you really, really wish he was here?

Well, this isn't that! The bitch in heat level! That kind is easy, ten minutes thinking of the best times with him and a good vibrator and you're cured! Up you get and have a great day, woohoo.

No this is different, a very different monster, a deep, dark longing. Your mind can't control every cell of your body screaming for something. In fact it's making everything worse by casting images in front of your eyes that you wouldn't want your parents to ever see!

You've been dreaming about him all night. You've been dreaming about him and your deepest darkest fantasies! Fantasies you probably don't even admit to yourself. Fantasies you wonder if he would happily blow your mind doing, again and again, if you just told him the detail.

Deep dark longing that has every cell in your body screaming for a power cut because it can't take the utmost level of frustration that you are inflicting on yourself.

Deep dark longing that has every skin cell on your body begging you to go rub yourself down with a wire brush.. and alcohol! It's encouraging you to run through a holly bush and roll around in stinging nettles because the pain would be less severe.

Deep dark longing that has you flicking a nipple and it bites your hand off! It has you rubbing your clit so hard and fast it's gone numb and not even a small twitch of an orgasm.

Deep dark longing that's craving being tied up spread eagled, ropes wrapped tight around each burning breast. Nipple clamps so nasty that your nips are contacting HR and Health and Safety Commission, a giant stem of ginger thrust up your ass possibly with a peeled chilli too! A flogging from head to toe, back and front, a canon forced into your pussy .... and fired and maybe a rub down with a medieval morning star weapon or a super spiky cactus!

Deep dark longing that imagining him doing everything you've ever done and all the things you've yet to do, imagining his touch, his voice, his words, especially the bad ones, imagining his breath all over you, his tongue all over you, his teeth biting you, his hands spanking you, his fingers inside you, his cock inside you... all the holes, all at the same time,( yes I know that will be a bit of a challenge lol). Imagining all this and it just doesn't touch the problem at all. Nothing you do yourself does anything but make it worse!

Deep dark longing that makes you call on every god from every land, real or fictional because you need saving from yourself when you're so insatiably horny you'd fuck a garden gnome!!

You check your phone again, where is he? You consider fucking the phone and ringing it from the landline!

Exactly how big is a canon?

Well you might consider any or all of this, if you weren't reminding yourself a lot, that any part of it will require surgery, and considerable impossible explaining at Accident and Emergency!

Today is going to be a good day to go swimming, in very, very cold water -- Flight to the North Pole please.

That level of deep dark longing... it's a problem! Right?

Comments welcome, I'm sure they'll be hilarious