Intimatters

What will the second part of XXXBlackBook member Moonmagiclady’s newest erotica saga bring? Find out by reading the story below.

What Have I Begun Part 2
By MoonmagicLady

The next morning I pull in to work a little early, quite an accomplishment considering my usual arrival time is 5:30-6:00am.  I turn my key in the ignition and slide it in my purse and grab my nametag.  I’m not ready to go in just yet thought.  For a moment, I just sit and stare into the distance, thinking about the previous day’s activities and what today might hold for me.

I had tossed and turned in my bed the previous night, telling myself at first that although certainly playing this game could be fun, it wasn’t really what I wanted.  I told myself over and over that I wasn’t such a slut that I would follow the commands of an unknown person, or take the risks it might entail at my job.  I didn’t have those dark and terribly slutty yearnings like he had said… of course I didn’t.  I was a modern, independent, free-thinking woman in control of her own sexuality.  I had told myself that, but I knew it wasn’t the truth, or at least not the complete truth.

The complete truth was that I was both women; the modern confident one who was self sufficient and in control of her sexuality and her life, and (as the letter had read) the needy whore who wanted nothing more than to be a slave and release all her inhibitions and desires into the hands of another.  There had been sleepless night after night, I couldn’t even count how many where I had spun many a dark fantasy in my mind and let my hands rove my own body and satiate my own need while yearning for the discipline of another’s hand.  How many fevered nights had I touched myself imagining vividly such a scenario as I was now being presented?  Could I even begin to count them? It seems I had never met a man who knew what I needed and how I yearned to be used… until now.  The opportunity was here, what would I do with it?

This unknown stranger (or was it?), in only few short words he had shown me how much of a submissive slut am.  He had somehow seen deep inside me into what a needy, cock hungry whore I am.  Not only had he shown me that there was someone out there who KNEW what a slut I am and who KNEW what I wanted, needed, and yearned for; he had shown me that he was willing to explore that darkness within me together.

Could I walk away from this? Yes, I could, but I wouldn’t.  I had decided I wanted to feel the surrender, the fulfillment of completely submitting to and obeying another.   I wanted to let him take me to my limits and find out just what those are outside of fantasy.   I wanted to embrace this while it was here, not run away from the opportunity, or my own needs when this chance might never come again.

So, my mind resolved, I head into work, clock in and then go to check my inbox.  My pulse quickens in excitement as I find another letter.  I’m not sure how I know it’s from him and not simply another work related item as I pick it up, but I DO know. The envelope feels heavy in my hand, but it’s not, it’s just the feelings of anticipation and rolling inside me. My name is plainly written across the front, as if simply another piece of paperwork, but somehow I know it isn’t.  I feel a shiver slide down my spine and goose bumps rise up on my skin as I open the envelope and begin to read what my master has written…

“Good Morning Moon,

What a naughty little bitch you are to still be doing this.  I’m actually in awe at what a whore you are… giving yourself to an unknown person to fulfill whatever commands they give or whims they might have to use you.  Was it hard to swallow your pride and admit to yourself that you crave being owned? Or did a simple slut like yourself just devour the idea?  What kind of a skank does something like that?  Only a natural slave like yourself.  As a matter of fact, I’m going to remind you right now just how much of a natural slave you are.  You’re first assignment, and you are to do it RIGHT NOW, is to kneel down on the floor where you are, bow your head, and say out loud, ‘I love being my Master’s slut.’ Do it right now slave, right there in your office, before you even read any further…”

I glance around my department and make sure there is no one around, thankful that I arrive at work so early, not many coworkers around at this time, and then quickly lower myself to my knees.  I drop my head in submission to my unseen Master and say out loud in a quiet but steady voice. “I LOVE being my Master’s Slut.”

My mind races, my body reacting immediately and I savor the response this submission to my day’s first command has brought, I can feel my pussy lips swelling and aroused, and I shift my hips slightly to cause my pants to rub over my hard clit.  I remain on my knees for a moment longer, then stand on shaky legs, already aroused and considering going to the ladies room to masturbate.  He wouldn’t approve of me doing so without His permission though, so I take my papers, go sit at my desk, and continue reading the letter…

“Well little slut, I hope you enjoyed that.  I bet your heart is racing right now, the fear of being caught combined with the arousal of completely submitting your will to me.  I bet if you were to slide your hand into your pants right now, you would find your pussy soaking wet.  You’re such a whore!  Such a needy cum-hungry slut, you need to be fucked Moon, fucked every way you have ever fantasized about, treated like the slave you are on the inside.  I’m going to give you what you are craving so badly, I’m going to give it to you so much, and take you so far into the darkness of your own fantasies that you will be appalled at the level of your sluttiness.  I’m going to do all that to you and more. I know what you want, at least what you think you do, and what your body and mind are craving and I’m going to make sure you understand what a fuck-toy you really are.  You are meant to be used and owned completely, and before we are finished you will know that down to your bones.

All day today Moon, you are to think about the possibilities of what could happen between us.  As you work, I want your mind thinking on different ways that I might use and punish your body.  You see, I know that about you.  You’re not just a common slutty whore Moon, you’re a slut who needs her body to be punished and her mind to be under discipline.  You need to be spanked and spanked hard, you need to be flogged and have your nipples tormented with clamps and clips and candle wax.  This is only the bare surface of what you want and crave though isn’t it?  You know deep inside you that those dark sensations contrasting  with the nirvanic highs that getting fucked hard and nasty brings you is the ultimate prize for a whore like yourself.

You crave discipline, don’t you Moon?  You need to be pushed to those limits where you want to rebel against your Master, and then taken and fucked hard to remind you WHY you always submit.  You NEED that pain to punish you, not injure or hurt you, but to show you what a bad girl you are for being such a slut.  You don’t just need it one time either (you are SUCH a whore), but over and over again you need to be taken and used.  You NEED to be a slut, because you crave that downward spiral into darkness as your body climaxes over and over again, you NEED to embrace it and kneel before me because that is the only way you can find yourself and find just how deep your own darkness goes.

Its okay Moon, you don’t need to worry any more.   I’m going to use you the way you need to be used.  I’m going to use my body to pin yours down and keep you from moving.   I’m going to control the very breath you breathe while I fuck every hole you have, fuck you so hard you try to scream your need into the air but you won’t be able to because your mouth is full.  And when it’s done, when I’ve cum all over your face, or in your ass and made you lick every up; you are going to drop back up to your knees, thank me, and tell me again how much you LOVE being my slut and beg for it to start all over again!  We both know this is what you want, what you’ve always needed, but have been afraid to ask for or even hint at.  You don’t have to ask me Moon, I KNOW what you need, and I’m going to take you and force it on you in exactly the right way.

Remember Moon, I want you to think about this today, all day.  Me owning you. Me punishing you.   Me pleasuring you is all you are to think on in any leisure moment you have.   Know that every breath you breathe now is mine, every touch across your skin is a caress across a body I own and furthermore know that your very thoughts are mine to command.  You will give me everything you have and beg me to find more to take from you.

After you think about all this through your day it will be time for your next assignment.

Today you are going somewhere after work for me.  I want you to drive down to the adult toy store down town, go inside and buy yourself some lubricant oil, and 2 anal plugs.  Make sure you ask the girl at the counter for her suggestions so that she has no doubt what a slut you are.  I want you to tell her that you require two butt plugs for now, one medium sized and one larger.  Don’t forget to mention that you are an ass whore who can’t wait to try both of them.

After you pay for it, I want you to look at the woman behind the register straight in the eyes and tell her your Master says you have to use your new toy immediately and beg to use her bathroom.  If she allows you, you may go in there to insert the smaller of the two plugs into your tight ass.  If she says no, you are to drop to your knees and beg her.  If she still denies you permission, you must insert it out in the car, where any passers-by can see what a slut you are.  Have a good day my little slave-slut.”

I exhale a deep breath and reread the letter hungrily, savoring the words and phrases that he has used and the dark games that are beginning.  Part of me hates that I am this much of a slut, but the other part of me loves the knowledge that someone wants to control me so completely, someone understands that I want to be owned, a possession, HIS in every sense of the word.

The challenge would be to balance that with my everyday life.  I slide the letter in my purse and start on the rest of the paperwork in the stack that has to be completed.  As commanded, I hold the thoughts of being possessed and a slave never far from my mind.  I focus completely while interacting with patients, but more than one time during paperwork I blush deeply as someone asks what has me so distracted today.  I just shake my head and mumble some senseless excuse, not even sure what to say.  I feel my pulse traveling my body all day, hot and heavy pounding through my semi-arousal.   I become impatient in the last hour of work, yearning for my day to end so I can drift back into the fantasy I am living.

I roll down the windows of the truck as I leave work, enjoying the breeze across my face.  I never tire of tropical skies and enjoy the day as I drive to the nearest adult store and follow the instructions I have been given.  Inpatient, but slightly unwilling to enter the sex shop alone, I sit for a moment in the hot parking lot hoping my pulse will stop racing, and wishing in embarrassment that my pussy was not already dripping wet.  I take a breath and continue to show what a slut I am by exiting the care and heading into the shop.

The bell rings as I enter the store, and the woman at the counter looks up at me for a moment before returning to her magazine.  I blush and browse through the toys for a while fascinated by the selection.  I finally find a plug that will make me feel nice and full, but hopefully not hurt too much, then a second one I really couldn’t even say that much about.  Slightly apprehensive, I approach the register, already blushing bright red at the thought of following the next part of my directions.

I check out and blushing harder than I ever thought possible, do as I have been ordered and explain to the girl that I have been commanded to use the toy immediately.  The girl looks at me with an expression both amused and slightly intrigued, it widens a slightly cruel smile and she asks what will happen if I don’t obey.  I shiver and tell her that I will have to perform my duties in the car then.  The girl holds out a key towards me and tells me the bathroom is in the back of the store.  “Unfortunately,” she adds, “we don’t allow sluts to use it.” With a taunting grin, she pulls the key back and adds, “Guess you’ll have to go use your car naughty girl.”

I glare at her for a moment, furious to be forced into this position and then turn and stalk out of the store.  I am even more upset when she leaves behind me, turns to lock the door and then grins right in my face.  “It’s my break. I think I will take it right here.”  I’m livid, but determined to obey my master.  I get into my car and trying to ignore the girl staring straight in my windshield, begin to slide up my skirt.  She stands at watches me, rubbing lightly across the front of her shirt where her nipples show she must be enjoying what she sees.  I’m almost in tears I’m so angry at her watching, but there is nothing to be done about it.

I get my skirt up and pour some of the oil into my palm and rub it across my tight ass.  The girl is rubbing her breasts harder now, occasionally dropping her other hand to rub over the crotch of her jeans.  I can’t watch her any more at the moment now because I’ve pulled the smaller of the two toys out of my bag and trying to prepare myself for the idea of pushing it up into my tight ass.

Almost in a trance, mesmerized by the play of the light on the oil, I let it drip onto and down the side of the toy.  Squirming around and raising my hips, I remind myself again of why I do yoga, especially while  trying not to bruise myself on the steering wheel, I reach behind myself to slide more of the oil up inside my tight rosebud and whimper almost silently at the sensation.

I push the plug up into my ass, slowly… imagining it is my Master’s fingers or throbbing cock violating that private spot.  I whimper again as it spreads me wider, the base almost painful, then inhale sharply as my ass tightens around the shaft and it tucks up against my backside.  When I lower my hips down to sit on the seat, the pressure pushes the toy deep and firmly inside me.  I let my skirt fall back down and try hard slow my breathing.  I open my eyes to see the girl outside my windshield licking her fingers as if she has just pulled them out of her own wet pussy.

She throws me a kiss and I want to simply get out of the car and slap her.  Instead, I look at my reflection in my rear view mirror and prepare to drive home.  Wide eyed, my reflection in the mirror takes in the flush across my face and chest, my disheveled hair and the swollen redness of my lips.  I whisper in the heat, “See Master… See what a good girl I am?” and smile at the slut in the mirror.

The girl from the shop taps on the window and with a sigh I lower it down.  “What?” I snap at her , still angry for her actions.  She gives me a wide sensual smile and hands me an envelope.  The word , “Moon” is typed very simply across the front of it. With “Open when you get home.” Underneath in smaller letter.  I look at her for a moment and then thoughtfully start the car to drive home….