On the Dance Floor

Have an orgasm in the middle of a crowded dance floor you said.   Tonight was the night.  The moon was full and high, the summer night was perfect.  I had my plan.  When the party was at the peak, I was going to do it, somehow.  I didn't really know how, but I was feeling brave.  Things got going so late, and I was drinking more than I usually do.   I was wondering if there would be an erotic connection that I would make to help things along but there really wasn't.   I was growing impatient as the party seemed to take a long time to gather momentum.  People were scattered everywhere, the dance floor was not always occupied.  In all truth, I was not feeling very aroused in any way.   After a long while, I decided to go to a private room and play with myself for 10 min to arouse myself.  Surely that would help.  Then I would put my vibrator in my panties and go back out to dance.  Perfect!   So that is exactly what I did, although I brought a friend to do this with me which made it way more fun.   My 10 minutes turned into a spontaneous dance of erotic contact and movement between us full of beautiful intensity.  I made it end although we could have stayed longer.   I had to stay on task.  We then gathered ourselves back up and I snuck back on the dance floor with my vibrator turned on.   I really had to work hard to find my arousal.  It felt good but not quite enough to get me going full tilt by any stretch.  I tried moving with it,  swaying my hips into it, rolling and slithering my body along with it as I felt my labia touching the vibrator.  I tried standing still,  I tried to breath it up, drink it in, but all to no avail.  Dam!!!  This is so interesting.  I stayed with it,  closing my eyes to really get in touch with my feeling state.   Maybe I was too tipsy, maybe the alcohol was prohibiting my arousal? That was a possibility.    I went inwards, trying to really be aware of every sensation possible.    I let my body move with no care for anyone else just doing what it loves to do.  Suddenly the sexy young blonde woman was whispering in my ear.  She said,  "I  am loving watching you dance.  Your movement is so authentic."  I said, "Thank you" and then we danced closer.  I pressed my forehead to hers and our hips swayed together for a few minutes and then we parted ways.  I continued to struggle to find my higher state of arousal, the one that would bring me closer to that edge.   I was trying not to go down the road of frustration.  The dance floor was empty, save for a few people.  I was already feeling that dreaded sense of failure.  The idea that I was letting you down is too much for me to bare.  I have to complete my assignment!   Shit!   I am going to have to tell you the truth and I was already dreading it.   Am I failing in my role as submissive by not following your orders?  Is  the truth of my experience valid or am I not trying hard enough?  Surely I MUST be able to have a freaking orgasm!   Lying to you would never be an option.  I moved to the corner of the room,  leaned against the wall and closed my eyes again trying so hard to concentrate on the vibrator, on my sensations.  The next thing I know a man is in front of me asking me if I am ok.  This is clearly not working.  I go back to the private space  and lie down for 5 minutes.  I slip my hand down to my clit.  I am wet, really wet but I am not able to generate my arousal and sustain it long enough.   I go back for one more try on the dance floor.  I begin to miss you immensely.  I wish you were awake to be part of my journey right now.  The physical distance that is between us is all too real for me in this moment and I feel sad.  I want you closer to me.   My friend comes and finds me on the dance floor and asks me to go outside.  I felt a sense of relief in ways.   I turned off my vibrator in the hallway but kept it inside my panties.   It is well past 3am,  I must have danced with my vibrator on for at least 30 minutes but it felt like a lot more.  It never ran out of batteries, but I did.  I am not sure how you will view this.  I am not sure what you will do or say.  Will there be a punishment? Will you be disappointed in me?  Will you think I am failing in my role? I am afraid of not being good enough daddy.
I deeply desire to be your best dirty girl ever.
I long to please you, very much.
I think I tried my best.

Your sad and sorry dirty little girl