No dildos today - hooray!

I have been given a reprieve.
At least as far as shoving phalloid items up my pussy.

My pussy is sore.
Very sore.
All that self-fucking.
My aging vaginal innards are just not up to it.
At least not all at once.

Nearly three years ago, I wrote this post (do read it) about the importance of regular masturbation for protecting one's cunt as one grows older. Especially masturbation with some sort of long, fat object inserted. For maintaining elasticity and all.

Well, obviously, what with Daddy keeping tight control of my orgasms, and my normal mode of masturbating being more clitoral anyway, I haven't been doing much in the way of regular cunt maintenance.

So after shoving that disgustingly fat purple dildo up my cunt 2-3 times a day, for just a very few days, Daddy's poor pussy is very, very sore.

I asked nicely if I could please take a little break. Because I'm afraid of it becoming infected. For real. I promised to work with my little purple butt plug instead, and on how to convey to my audience what having it inserted in my tight little ass does to me.

It makes me whimper...

So he agreed.
And said he spoils me.

Which, relative to the way he treats the rest of his human positions, I suspect he does. I don't know for sure. But I suspect he does.

Because
I
am
his
treasure.