  Continued from urlLink here Having been limited to phone sex for most of our relationship, I don't think either of us will miss it. I can't deny, though, that we were very good at it. (Being able to cum on command might have something to do with that...) Master enjoys saying the magic words when I'm doing things completely unrelated to sex. Like making dinner. (So far I've managed to avoid spilling boiling water on myself or slicing off my thumb. ) I usually will be ordered to come at the conclusion of the morning spanking, as well as during it.
Then there was the Night of 397 Orgasms. Master has teased me for not writing about it yet, but the truth is that it's all a bit blurry. I think that we weren't using the bullet that night--just my hands and his words. What I do remember is begging him to let me stop coming. I begged and begged. I said "Mercy" (BTW, "mercy" isn't my safeword, but it's a signal to Master that I'm very close to the edge) He'd tease me.
Back off. Give me a few minutes to catch my breath. Then say the words again. And again. And again. And I'd beg for mercy.
Again. And again. And again. I somehow survived that night. (11 days) 
