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In 12 hours, I’m going to roll out of bed and hit the road, driving to the Great White North and Mistress Trecia.

So much to do…

My building projects are finally  all built.  I have a wee bit of upholstery left to do, but I got a good start on that before I left for work this morning.  My road music CDs are almost ready (I’m burning the final set as I write this) and I have all of Mistress’s gifts ready for loading into my vehicle.  I hit the bank this morning, so I’m cash heavy and ready to party.  I got my hair cut as planned.  Things are rapidly rolling off of my "to do" list, so I may even be able to get a good night’s sleep tonight.  (For some trips, I end up working through the night before I leave doing laundry and packing.)

I’m a wee bit distracted today due to my nearly three-week denial.  The excitement over my pending trip blotted it out for the past couple of days, but last night’s assignment brought all the pent up frustration back to the surface and I’m once again horny, denied, and stewing in my own juices leering at every moderately sexy thing I see.  (I’ve been fixated on shoes today for some reason.  I never was a "foot boy" until Mistress Trecia got into my head and made me crave those wonderful feet of hers.) 

The assignment was pretty simple, just stroke to the edge, then sleep in a pair of her panties.  She also said I could stroke to sleep as long as I had a scrap of used panties (from the "goody bag") on my nose.  About three strokes into the first half of the assignment, all of my frustration burst out and I was rock hard and dripping pre-cum onto the carpet.  I actually had to bite the mattress at the edge of the bed where I was kneeling to keep my moans from waking up my wife down the hall. 

Once in bed (and my cock and balls were covered in those wonderfully silky panties Mistress told me to wear), I placed her used panty scrap on my face.  The sensory experience was especially strong, more so that in my other sessions.  (Typically, I lay the scrap on the bed and bury my face into it.  Something about how it was covering my nose made it incredibly potent.)  My cock responded immediately and I kept stroking in my usual self-torturing way, finally willing myself to stop after three or four trips to the edge of orgasm.

During a session about a month ago, I was pleading for release and Mistress asked if I "needed" release or just "wanted " release.  At the time, I corrected myself and said I wanted to release.  I’m getting to the point now where I think I honestly do need  release.

I’m hoping that Mistress will see fit to grant me with release while I’m visiting. 

Saying that, I’m wondering now what I’m going to have to trade for that most precious gift.