Seemingly Unusual Gift

Alas, this is only the workings of a horny, needy sluts mind.... oh how I wish it were real!
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His voice caressed my ear on the phone.

"Now babygirl, your going to be good for me, arn't you?"

I nod, whispering "Yes, Daddy. I always want to be good for you"

"Thats my girl" he coos, his voice deep, growling possessevly over the "my". I can feel my heart in my cunt as it throbs for him. Because of him.

"I'm sending you something in the mail. You are to wear it everyday from the day it arrives. Is that clear, slut?"

I'm shivering with desire. I rub my thighs together and already I'm so wet for him.

"My collar, Sir?" I ask eagerly. I've been dreaming of wearing his dominance on my skin. Feeling the pleasurable weight of his ownership around my neck. Even just having something he has touched. Craving any connection to him.

His chuckle vibrates my clit, even down the telephone line.
"No babygirl. You'll have to wait longer for that reward. Think of this as a warm up"

As expected, a few weeks after the phonecall a package arrived; two small pink vibrating sex eggs. I look at the packaging "Wireless vibrating sex eggs. Wireless range up to 20 metres. Six amazing settings". In my head, I purr. Sounds fun. I look through the box... and dont find the remote.

I frown, wondering why there is no remote. Perhaps Master wishes to highlight his absence in my life? Make me crave him even more that I do right now? Maybe keep my pussy toned and tight from holding them inside myself every day? Maybe its just Masters whim and I should stop trying to guess. His place is to lead and mine to follow and obey.

I take the eggs and roll them into my hands, surprised that they are heavier than I imagined. I take the first one and rub it over my pussy, rubbing it over my wet lips and onto my clit. My eyes drop closed as I imagine it buzzing, teasing my clit. I moan and slip it between my lips, using my fingers to slide it smoothly and easily into my cunt.
I'm panting and gasping already. I've not been given permission to cum, so I slide the second egg directly inside myself before desperatly trying to continue with my chores so I dont fall behind.

That was over 7 months ago. The gift and instructions were not mentioned again.

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Sitting at my desk, I shift position to accomodate the eggs so I'm sitting more comfortably. Trying to ease the daily need that slowly builds and burns inside me from the moment I ritually insert the eggs each and ever morning. After so long, I thought I would be used to them being inside me... but no.
They just remind me more and more of my submission. My need to be controlled. Made to feel small and vulnerable and totally helpless to my big, strong Master.

I look back at the paperwork infront of me and sigh, picking up my pen to write some corrections when suddenly, without any warning, the eggs vibrate. Instant, high, fast vibrations. I drop my pen and grip the desk, my body stiffening my cunt tightening, clit throbbing.

Oh God! Oh fuck. Yes! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

Shivers violently take over my body as I feel myself building up to that addictive explosion of light and sound and pure pleasure.

"Do you have permission to cum, whore?" a voice rumbles from the doorway. I look up through my lust and I see a man there. Tall and imposing. Strong and commanding; My Master.