Lonely without my master

I can't tell how long I played with the object of pleasure, until I lay on the bed, spent from all the activities I put myself through.

Gods.

I lay on the bed, panting from exertion. I was tired but sated, and my gaping hole can attest to that.

That night, the vampire didn't visit my room. The only one I saw was the human maid, and that was when she brought dinner for me.

And after that, I was left alone, to do as I please.

Although I was spent and tired from what I put myself through, earlier, I still picked up the object that was lying on the bed next to me and pleasured myself all through the night.

I felt like a whore.

The feelings the vampire invoked in me made me insatiable and in want of anything.

I know he ordered me never to touch myself without his permission, but I can't help but ache for something to feel me up.

Even if the object wasn't like the vampire's shaft, it felt close to it. And anything close to it is preferable to the void I needed, to fill up.

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