Wishy-Washy Weiner

Yesterday marked the sixth day. For some reason, I felt no frustration or lust at all yesterday. It was as if my little device had finally accepted its role in things. I noticed this shift and thought to myself that maybe this ordeal wouldn’t be so terrible after all. Ironically, it feels a bit underwhelming; I actually grew quite fond of the near-continuous sense of anticipation. Then came morning (having dealt with two erections during the night). Oh my goodness. My hands are trembling slightly as I type these words. The tension is palpable! As an online submissive to my master, who put me to bed at 2am last evening wearing only a skirt and diaper, I am sitting here anxiously awaiting his arrival online, nearly losing it. So, does the mood oscillate between calmness and intense, mind-bending arousal?