A Human Pet's Yearning

My mind at times has proven surprisingly good at protecting me from my sexuality. Were that had been more able.

While nothing would diminish my longing for Alexandra I suspect an inner defensive mechanism adjusted my kinky libido’s thermostat to a low setting. As her return draws nearer it seems not only the weather is warming.

As Alexandra has explained - Cock-watch - I now regularly report what I was thinking about if I’ve wanked. (NB: not to punish me for it, but so she can better see where my lust takes me, what I dream of her.)

Nothing to report last night: I didn’t feel a particle of desire. Even a momentary loss of sexual passion spooks me.

Suddenly this afternoon I suddenly saw myself on my knees looking at her from the other side of a mesh fence or bars - how I was held captive wasn’t distinct. My heart was flooded with pet-like adoration.

She walked away leaving me kneeling wondering when my Goddess would return.

Unlike the old days this wasn’t a scenario of being locked up for days.

It was an image of submissive need and devotion so strong my body shuddered. No, I didn’t wank. I didn’t even wonder if I was picturing an event in my future.

The yearning was something to be cherished.