December 1

"Good morning," the text from Miss Morrigan read.

My heart leapt.  "Good morning, my Queen," I replied.

"So, it's December," she messaged me.

She remembered!  My pulse quickened.   "Yes, it is," I agreed.

"And you were a good boy the whole month of NOvember?"

"Yes, ma'am," I responded, hands trembling, carefully making sure I had the apostrophe in the right place,

"Not a single orgasm the whole month?"

"Not since Halloween," I confirmed, remembering fondly the permission she had given me that morning to allow myself that pleasure.

"So, are you ready to take the edge off of all that pent-up frustration?"  

"Oh, yes," I typed.

"Hmmm,"  came her response.  "Well, you have a choice to make.  Would you rather have an orgasm, or would you rather hear about my date last night?"

And now, a couple of hours later, I'm drawing a red circle around January 1 ...