It's been a busy day, but everything i have done today has been filled with thoughts of Monday.
Yesterday we chatted on the phone. Indeed we didn't just chat, Sir made me come in the office of my Director. As He reminded me, i have come a long way since we met 3 months ago. We had chatted via Yahoo for a few minutes, with Sir pressing me further and further within the confines of my office to first spread my legs then to touch myself. The office is open plan, but Friday is comparatively quiet, so i had just one person next to me, though people behind and in front. Then he phoned. He and i knew i had somewhere to take the call. I was pretty excited, since i haven't even touched myself in two whole weeks by this time.
As we talked, Sir had me touch myself; i stood behind the closed door to do so. We talked about what we will do on Monday and what we have done before. i came easily (who wouldn't given the restraint i have offered over the last two weeks).
Sir has apparently bought me a present for Monday, but won't say what it is.
i have bought the remote controlled egg.
Such potential fun means that apprehension and tension is high!
So during ironing, shopping, lunch with hubby, a walk by a canal with hubby, home for a couple of hours, tea with the inlaws then a tortuous wimbledon match involving Andy Murray, and the drive involved in getting to a from these places, all involve me thinking about Monday. What is more i am handed the anxiety of a potential wet day on Tuesday and the thought that i may have to bring Sir here rather than enjoy outside fun.