DoS: Denial of [sexual] Service

My eyes snap open with a start. I try to move my hips, something there is hurting.

The same moment I try to move, Sean moves off of me with an "ah" and leans over for something. The next moment, he's back and I realise he's rubbing some lube on me. I guess I must've been too dry for him.

My panic melts away as Sean penetrates me for a second time, now I know what's going on I can relax and let him carry on...

I wake up again as Sean sinks his teeth into my neck. Had I really just difted back off to sleep as he was fucking me? His pace has increased and, to my delight, I find I am on the verge of orgasm. I thrust my hips forward, a wanton groan escaping my lips, as I try to have him as close to me as possible. I writhe with passion, my toes curling, I am so close. My moans no longer held back, I press his bottom with my hands, holding him close, willing myself into orgasm before he -

"No." Sean pulls away from me. I whimper.
"Why?" I ask, though I know full well why.
"You're on denial," he tells me, thrusting into me once again, but at a slower pace.
DAMNIT! God Damn Gym! If I had only gone to the gym yesterday, like a good girl, I would be allowed my release.

My Master is starting to enforce the rules.

What other option is there for me to take, other than follow the rules and go to the gym?

I'll tell you the other option. It's this: By having plenty of sexual contact, but not being allowed a release, my base level of arousal is increasing. With each hour I can feel my lust for Sean rising. It's at a level now that it hasn't reached for quite a while. Maybe since before this blog was created. Maybe even since before I started Uni. That's a year ago.

For the first time in a year, I have a burning desire between my legs. I'm sat here, all wet and ready and waiting for Sean. I would jump on him tonight, give him the ride of his life... if I wasn't so shy about it, and if I knew I would get my release. (Is that me trying to bribe him? No, because I know he wouldn't fall for it). This feeling is almost alien to me. I don't know how to handle it. Earlier, when I could no longer concentrate on my work, I went and sat by his feet. If he had ordered me to, I would have gladly ripped open his pants and sucked on his cock like it was the last time I would ever give head. Instead, he looked down at me with a bemused smile on his face. "Why are you down there?" he asked. I told him I needed a break from the computer. He said he did too, got up and went downstairs to the bathroom. I sat on the floor feeling like a fool, wondering why I hadn't told him I had this burning desire.

It's almost my day-dream coming true. Except I'm not trapped in a room.

I really must go to the gym tomorrow.