Lascivus's blog post - Rebellious

Today was one of those days – grey, dull, miserably cold and I was not motivated to get out of bed but of course, what is a girl to do mid-week? Yes, get out of bed against her will.
My darling RebelCrackHead called me first thing in the morning, as he usually does, waking me up, and by the sound of my “hello,” he would know that I was still in bed. (But of course, where else would I be at 7.30 in the morning?)
I was making the usual noises when I wake up in the morning, and he mentioned that he has not heard me come in a while. I told him that I come every day and that prompted a thought in his head. Rebel wanted me to text him each time I come like I sometimes do. I told him that I will and he decided that I could not come unless he gives me permission. I do not know what prompted me to agree but I did. A few hours later, I began to regret agreeing. There are those days when I keep going back to bed and make myself come several times throughout the day. Today is that day.
As usual, we were on the phone with each other as we conduct our day. I sometimes have to end our connection because my outgoing text messages would not go through or if Rebel is on the train or in meetings or at a job site.
Today, Rebel was on his way to a meeting when I got my wakeup call so we were not on the phone with each other for more than maybe 30 minutes cumulative, if that long.
I managed to do what I needed but did not want to do – household chores, shower and shave. I finally decided, after my shower, I needed to go back to bed, and of course, a few minutes later, my phone rang, it was Rebel. I immediately asked if I could come and he said to come now as he was almost at the subway station. Having just come, thinking about him less than 10 minutes ago, did not stop me from coming for him again. I debated telling him right before he boarded the train that I came right before he rang.
He got off the train not long after and I was dressed, ready to go to the shops for things I needed, and he wanted me to come for him right this second, or pull over somewhere, pull down my jeans, and come for him. I had a hard time pulling up my jeans and the only reason I even wore them today was the frigid weather. So I asked if I could come for him after I got home. He said, yes, but alas, as usual, my drive was a long one and he was out running so we chatted about nothing in particular, until he got home, and was getting ready to eat dinner, and go to yet another appointment. I was almost ready for dinner at this point as well, so we reluctantly parted ways again.
My darling Rebel sent me a text to let me know he was almost home, as he usually does, and after we chatted about this and that, I asked what happens if I told him that, I came without his knowledge. His reply was that I would be punished. I tried to wriggle my way out but it appeared, no dice.
I had to get my clothespins, pin my nipples, take a photo and MMS it to him.
Of course, he was watching me the entire time I was pinning my nipples and trying to get a decent photo to send it to him.
He then said he wanted to come for me and I try not to stop him. OK, yes, I did cause him much discomfort a few weeks ago when I aroused him to the point of no return and he had to beg me to come after perhaps 24 hours. I told him that he was being punished for something or other (I cannot recall because he always seek out ways to be punished) and his punishment was to not come under any circumstance, and he has to wear a red yarn around his cock at all times and he was not allowed to touch his cock. But anyway,
Because of my not complying to his no orgasm without his explicit permission, it caused him to come for me.
Win-win, if you ask me.

Lascivus always gets her way...