Erotica – What Have I Begun Part 3
Another hump day, another erotic offering from XXXBlackBook member moonmagiclady. Enjoy this naughty tale!
Today was Thursday and I had spent the last 2 days without receiving a new envelope or new instructions in any form actually. The letter I had been given at the adult store had simply included instructions to wear the butt plug at all times when I was not at work, or sleeping. It also offhandedly forbids me from ever masturbating without his permission again. The fact that this was both uncomfortable, inconvenient and occasionally humiliating for me didn’t seem to be a factor anywhere as far as I could tell.
I had been obedient all week though, sliding my new toy into my tight ass after I got home from work each day. I wanted to touch myself so badly while imagining it was my Master’s hands pushing it into me. Or even better, his own cock riding up inside me every day, penetrating me in that darkest, most secret of spots, reminding me what a natural slave I was. I was good in that way too though; no matter how bad I wanted to masturbate… I didn’t. The toy he had me use was the smaller of the two I had purchased, and I dreaded the command to use the larger one as I already felt full and violated with this one.
At night I would remove my toy with a whimper and fall asleep hoping there was some way He could tell how obedient I was being even though I knew it wasn’t possible. I tossed and turned due to being forbidden to masturbate without permission. I’m a once-every-24-hours-girl myself usually, and was now ten times more aroused, and forbidden any release at all… denied even the touch of my own hands. Sigh.
As the week progressed with no new commands, I began to both worry slightly and feel a little rebellious. What was the point to being obedient if he didn’t know? Maybe he wanted to have to MAKE me obey, maybe it was the rebellion he wanted and not the obedience. Or maybe I simply wasn’t interesting enough to hold his attention? One of these was the case, I had almost decided when leaving work on Thursday I found a new envelope in the seat of my car. “Moon” was neatly typed across the front. I opened it up in my car and read the brief letter with a combination of astonishment and arousal.
“Good afternoon Moon,
Tomorrow you are to wear your anal plug to work. You are to follow the schedule I give you exactly. I expect you to be here by 5:30. You will check your inbox first thing in the morning. At exactly 5:45 am you are to go into your office, strip off all your clothes, and lean against the far wall with your legs wide apart and your hands over your head. While you stand there, I want you to think about what a nasty whore you are and all the things I could be doing to you. You are to stand like that until 5:55, at which time you may remove the toy, get dressed and return to work. Between now and that time, you are not allowed to touch yourself in any way. Enjoy your evening slave-slut.”
I reread the letter and felt a flush climbing up my cheeks. The odds were PRETTY good that I wouldn’t be caught doing this, but not impossible. I wasn’t sure I was willing to take this risk, at least part of me wasn’t… was I? The rest of me, the dark slutty side that craved to walk that edge of pain and pleasure, risk and safety, knew without a doubt that I would do exactly as my Master had ordered me. In all honesty, there wasn’t even a contest between the two parts; the slutty part was winning by a mile. Although I spent most of the short ride home trying to decide just what I would use an excuse if someone DID discover me, I really couldn’t come up with anything that would excuse/explain the situation…
It was beyond frustrating to go through my evening with my thoughts dwelling on my Master and tomorrows instructions without being allowed to touch myself. After tossing and turning for about an hour, I finally give in to my feelings of rebellion and pulled out one of my favorite vibrators. Latex and curved in interesting places, I love to push it deep inside my pussy while I rub my clit in small tight circles, then slowly pull it out and lick my own juices off of it over and over.
Tonight when I push it deep inside me, I try sliding a finger deep into my ass, causing my body to shiver in response at the feel of both of my orifices being used at the same time. I throw my head back and savor the sensations coursing through my body, every movement rubbing the soft sheets against my skin allowing me to imagine the slide of his caresses. The idea of my Master using my body as his toy, taking me for his own pleasure is all I can think of right now, all I want to experience or imagine. It takes only moments for me to climax hard, head thrown back and crying out loud into the dark, pushing my vibrator deep inside my hungry pussy just one more time. I do my best to make that instant of infinity last just a micromoment longer, but it ends.
As my mind drifts downward on shivers of pleasure, I feel slightly guilty at disobeying my Master. But, as I drift off to sleep I console myself with the thought that there was no way he could find out what I had done, and mentally pout to myself a little as well. It’s not like he had noticed when I was being obedient, why should I worry he would notice when I wasn’t?
I wake excited and scared rolled together on Thursday morning and turn the shower on pounding hot before making sure to shave every bit of my punani nice and smooth. The feel of the hot water sliding over my skin, just this side of scalding, helps me wake up, but turning the shower to ice cold for a few moments before I get out does a lot more. Following that, I smooth lightly scented Jasmine lotion over my legs and breasts, as if preparing to meet him for the first time. I’m hoping, hoping that this means I will be able to feel his touch, catch the scent of his skin if even just for a second. But I’m not counting on it. So far things have been too unpredictable; I have no way of even hoping to guess what will happen next.
I watched mesmerized as the glistening oil dripped over the anal plug makes it shimmer, slide my hand up and down over it a few times to make sure the whole thing is slick, then slowly push it up in my ass. The wideness at the base still makes me whimper even though I have been doing this for several days now. I feel my muscles tighten around it, and standing up catching sight of my flushed face in the mirror. For a moment my whole body blushes in pure shame, but it quickly flames into a higher arousal than I expected.
A few deep breaths and I can dress and head off to work, the toy snug in my ass causing the occasional shiver to crawl up my spine, I could feel my pussy swollen and dripping as I thought of what a dirty slut I was to be wearing my toy to work. When I arrive I turn on the lights and almost skip in excitement straight for my inbox where another letter awaits me. My energy and happiness quite a contrast from the past few days!
“Good Morning Whore,
Here are your final directions.
When you go in the office, make sure you turn the air conditioner on high so your ass is shivering for me, keep your eyes closed while you are leaning against the wall too slut. Even if the door opens, you are NOT to move a muscle. Who knows who might come in while you are behaving like such a slut? Could be almost anyone you work with, but I’m sure that won’t stop the nasty whore that you are from obeying your master.
Sadly, I’m positive that a needy skank such as yourself couldn’t refrain from masturbating last night. You had been such a GOOD girl until then, and I planned to reward you today. I’m sure you thought I wouldn’t know or find out, but I keep telling you Moon, I KNOW what you need! And right now, what you need is what you have earned. I warned you there would be punishment for disobedience, which there will be. Right now.”
I gape at the letter open mouthed for a moment. I had thought for sure that my disobedience would remain undiscovered, but apparently this was not to be the case. What if I had ruined the whole thing now with my impetuous disobedience? I cursed myself for being such a greedy horny slut and hoped everything would be all right if I showed how sorry I was with immediate obedience.
Moving almost with panic I walk straight to the office, crank up the AC and quickly strip off my clothes. I’m shivering from the cold air, my nipples rapidly tightening to a point of almost pain against the coldness blowing across my skin and goosebumps rise all over my skin. My heart is racing in near panic and I assume the position I have been instructed to take against the wall and close my eyes. Once sunk into complete obedience, I feel an odd sense of calmness slide over me.
I’m shivering, but whether in arousal, fear or anticipation even I am not sure, but I AM sure my pussy is already so wet that drops of quim juice are dripping down my thigh. The flared base of the anal plug pushes my ass cheeks slightly apart, and I wonder if my swollen pussy lips can be seen from the doorway. I hear the door open and with every fiber of my being hope it is my Master and NOT one of my stuck up prudish coworkers. The door clicks closed, and I hear nothing further (causing me to relax some, I’m sure my coworkers would have SOMETHING to say about finding me like this! lol). Footsteps move across the room, and then… NIRVANA, I feel his touch on my body.
His large hands are slightly rough, I can feel them as they grasp the curve of my hips, and then move over the cheeks of my ass. I desperately want to open my eyes and gaze upon the one who owns me, but I won’t risk anything more with disobedience. One hand slides firmly up my spine, kneading away some of the tension, while the other one glides between my ass cheeks to press firmly on the base of the anal plug, pushing in deep within me. A groan escapes my lips as his hand buries itself in the roots of my hair and he yanks my head back hard. I want to fall to my knees and use my mouth to show him how I worship him, but I maintain the position I have been ordered into my body writhing in response to his actions.
I hear soft laughter in my ear as the hand that had been playing with the plug slides across my wet pussy lips. The slickness only proves what a slave I am, and his fingers tease me mercilessly. I moan again in need and softly beg him to penetrate my quim, knowing it will take only his finger inside me to make me climax right now. Instead his hands move around to my chest and begin to squeeze my nipples, first softly, but then with gradually increasing pressure until I squirm helplessly… dancing the razor thin line of pain and pleasure.
“Oh NO Moon, I TOLD you, this is about PUNISHMENT….If you had been an obedient girl, you would be allowed a climax, but naughty slaves don’t get that privilege. NOW… DO NOT move out of this position and DO NOT make any sounds louder than a moan. I’m in doubt of even keeping you as a slave with this early show of disobedience. You have to prove to me here and now that you really want this.” I nod my head vigorously, determined to never disobey again, and determined to prove to him that I am worth the time and effort for him to own me.
He steps away from me and I hear the soft whisper of a belt sliding from the loop of pants. I have only a split second to comprehend what is coming and brace myself before it lands hard and loud against my ass. For a split second, there is nothing, then an intense pain across the stripe of skin where the belt has landed. I make a small noise and he snarls at me to shut up. I count 10 cracks and am struggling to maintain my position against the burning pain on my ass. For some reason, not thinking straight at this point, I assume 10 is my punishment and begin to move my hand back to rub my ass.
Faster than I would have though, He is upon me and pinning my hands back to the wall. “I did NOT tell you to move yet, that ass is not NEARLY as red as I want it to be… as it’s going to be! EVERY time you sit down for the next day I want you to think of me and remember to NEVER disobey me again.” He moves away from me and a yearning for his warmth against me immediately hits me.
As he has promised, the belt lands against my tender skin over and over again, I am able to keep my legs spread, but no longer able to not move my hips, and this writhing wiggling movement only seems to incite him more. I waiver from being able to embrace the pain to wanting to cry and move away, but I won’t do it. I won’t lose this chance to play a game I’ve always craved in my heart’s darkness.
The spanking goes on for what feel like forever and then suddenly stops. I hear only the sounds that travel through the window and my head is spinning. Eyes closed I hear the wind blowing in the trees outside, feel my ass throbbing and sore, and smell my arousal as my juices have now dripped down my leg. I wonder if we are done when I feel his body pressed firmly against mine. I have to smother my screams from his weight pressed against my whipped ass, but I don’t make a sound that could be construed as disobedience… not really.
He pins me to the wall with his weight, his hands holding my wrists together over my head. He firmly presses his rough pants against my throbbing ass and I can feel the cold metal of the belt buckle pressed against the small of my back. I arch my back as his fingers find his way between my legs again, causing my hips to writhe against his pelvis. My ass is sore and tender rubbing hard against my masters pants, I can feel his hardness pressed against me. My every move makes my tender ass scream, but I can’t stop squirming in response to his touch, tormenting myself as he torments me. He continues to tease me, arousing my body to a fevered need, but denying me an orgasm.
I whisper “Please” (clueless as to what I am begging for) into the silent air, but to no avail. Leaning in, he bites my neck again, long and hard and I’m sure I’ll have a bruise that my shirt will barely cover. “Next time Moon, you should see what obedience brings you instead. When you hear the door close, you may dress and go to your desk. I want you to sit there and read your next envelope, and since you chose disobedience, you can leave the toy in all day.” I moan quietly again, but nod my head in agreement.
I feel myself mastered completely and know in the future I will be completely obedient. His weight disappears from my body and I hear the door close. I lean against the wall breathing hard. Keeping my eyes closed for just a moment longer I savor the feel of the very air I’m breathing to not every forget what has happened here. I stand there for a moment taking deep breaths and trying to find my way back to reality before gathering my clothes and dressing. The light pants I have worn that day are going to be a torment against my arse whether sitting, standing or moving around, but my nipples are still tight in an ongoing arousal as the very pain traveling my body reminds me of how owned I am.
Opening the door, I glance at the clock, astounded only ten minutes have passed, but somehow my entire life has changed. I am greatly relieved none of my coworkers are here yet as I need time to recover and process what has happened to me today. I return to my desk and pick up the next envelope wondering what he has in store for me now. As I sit at the desk and read it, I squirm happily against the chair, the sensations of the anal plug deep within me and the pressure against my well beaten ass helping me imagine that my master is tormenting me even as he has gone elsewhere….
