Well, it was going to happen eventually. Because of my work, Madam and I are separated from one another for several months. The other day, I begged Madam by phone to be allowed to play with my cock. As one peculiar part of the professional culture to which I belong, the guys I’m around often joke of their masturbation sessions in the shower, in the bathroom stalls, or in their beds. I may be (maybe) the only one here who is collared by a superior female. In any case, I don’t mind that I must beg to be able to play with myself while other men are free to do it whenever they get the chance. Quite the contrary, they don’t know what they’re missing out on.
Madam gave me permission to play once per week. Thank you, Madam!