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What Have I Begun?
By Moonmagiclady

It had been a smooth morning so far.  I had woke up and done yoga, gotten ready for work, hopped online for a few minutes to chat with my friends, then headed out the door.  On the drive in I let my wander again into wondering why I couldn’t seem to find a lover who I could be happy with.  It just seemed like every guy I ended up with wanted to do the same straight forward vanilla activities in bed.  Although I fantasized constantly about finding a lover whom I could trust to play the games I craved so badly, I was beginning to seriously doubt it could ever happen.  With a small cynical smile I cut off the car and got out to start my work day.

I stroll in to work, my mind still only half on what I was doing as I clocked in and then pulled out the piled up paperwork from my box.  It’s early, not even 6:00am yet, but I like being at work early, it means I have lots of time later in my day and gives me the therapy gym to myself for at least an hour most of the time.  I shuffle through the papers sorting them into the “take care of” and “safely ignore” piles when a plain white envelope drops out onto the floor with my name neatly typed on the front.  I pick it up and open it up to pull out the paper inside.

“CHECK YOUR EMAIL.” Is the only thing written on it.  I look at the paper for a moment, shrug and stick it in the “take care of pile” and wander off to one of the computers. It’s probably a new article about a treatment for a patient, or a new list of changed red tape procedures we will all have to learn before it changes again.   Again, my mind wanders to my fantasy lover and I wish I had something to distract me from my growing cynical mindset at work.

Taking a moment to send a good morning text to some of my friends, I sigh and wait on the computer to decide whether I can log in or not.  The sexual teasing and energy that my friends and I share is one of the things that keeps me going on the bad days, but the true friendship we have for each other is even more important.  After the computer finally boots up, I log into my email account and scan through the items.  About third down is one titled, “DEAR MOON”.  I don’t use my chat nickname at work, so my curiosity rising, I click on the email to see what it reads.

Dearest Moon,

I’ve watched you lately here at work.  I’ve gotten to know you very well and the things you do betray you.  Shall I tell you how?  I’ve watched the slight sway of your hips in the way you walk, the soft touchable texture of the clothes you wear.  I’ve noticed how you make sure to wear things that caress your body in a constant teasing torment while you walk, I’ve noticed how similar to a choker or a simple collar for a pet are every one of the necklaces that you wear.  I’ve noticed your flushed cheeks when you check the texts on your phone and the small hidden sensual smile as you reply to them.

I’ve seen the languorous expression on your face as you flow through your yoga on your lunch break, feeling the stretch and deep manipulation of each muscle and I’ve seen you savor both the pain of the stretch and the rush of endorphins your body sends to counter-act that pain.  I’ve watched you look off into the distance with a hungry look on your face.  It might not be obvious to those oblivious idiots you keep dating because they don’t see you the way I do.  I know what you want.  And I know what you need… slut.   No one here knows what a slut you are on the inside, no one here can help you…. no one except me.  I know, and I can help you.

I don’t even have to see you right now to know that you are shaking your head in denial, you want to cling to the idea that you are a “good girl.”

Shall I tell you what you want? Shall I tell you what I’ve looked into the shadows of your eyes and known that you need?

Shall I prove to you that I can tell the yearnings of your hidden desires?

Pay attention now slut: You…. Want…. To…. Be …Taken.

You want to be taken and accepted for the sensuous dirty little slut you are. You want to do nothing more but kneel on a cushion at your Master’s feet and be led into mutually darker desires.  A woman like you, she needs to be fucked and used like a sex toy every day, or she starts getting restless and easily distracted…because deep down… the true you… is a whore who likes nothing better than to service her Master or whoever he orders you to serve.  What a wanton tramp you are!

I can see it in you, the need, the deep yearning that quivers through your belly and leaves your quim lightly damp when you think about it.  It’s so obvious to anyone who knows what the signs are.  I know you are getting more wet and flushed as you read this.   I bet you had to shift weight from one foot to the other, causing that slight rub of the seam in your pants crotch across your swollen clit, rubbing across your already dewy pussy lips even while you read the above sentence.  I would even be willing to bet that you are biting your lip slightly right now.  Other women might be worried at this moment, but you, such a natural slave slut, you are just aroused.  I suppose even a whore like you might be a little worried, but I’m fairly certain your natural tendencies and your deep need to get fucked are much stronger than the worry.

I want to help you Moon.  I want to give you what you want…what you need.  I only demand one thing in return.  You just have to obey and do as you are told…that’s all.  It’s only a small thing really, an easy guideline to agree to, one simple rule.  You will have no more choices about your actions, your obedience, or your body. It will all belong to me.  I will control every time you think about sex, every time you touch yourself or touch another, even what way you touch yourself or what with will be my decision.

I won’t touch your slave body, or even tell you who I am until you can prove to me that you are worth my time.  But know that I’m around, and if you decide to accept what we both know what you want, I’ll give you ways to prove your worthiness.  I’ll know when you do as I tell you, and when you don’t.  I will find ways to reward you that will bring your body pleasure beyond what you have fantasized for being good and punish you in ways that the darkest of your imagination yearns for when you are disobedient.

There will be both pleasure and pain, reward and punishment my luscious tramp because I know in your dark room at night, or when you are touching your naughty pussy for your perv friends on cam, that is the combination you are craving.  I will make your reality so much deeper and darker than your fantasies are that you will be amazed.  You have no clue right now the depths your body can be taken to and the needs that you can be taught to crave.  I can give you all that, every touch you have ever yearned for in your sweetest nightmares, but only if I decide that you are worthy of being mine.

I’m going to give you your first chance to prove yourself to me right now.  I want you to go in the bathroom immediately and rub your clit until you climax.  When you climax, I want you to use your other hand to pinch your nipples as hard as you can.  You are NOT allowed to put even one finger inside your pussy no matter how hungry it might be.

With every breath in you are to silently think, “I surrender everything…” and with every exhale the thought, “I am his…”  Don’t you dare make a single noise to betray what a hungry whore you are!  While you do as I’ve commanded you,  I want you to imagine what will come next for my pet, what is the next task you will get or what will be your punishment if I suspect  you did not follow every single command I’ve given to the letter.  This is only the beginning. Know in the depth of your heart that the longer this game continues the darker and more twisted we will get.

Of course, if you can’t admit to yourself that this is what you want simply shred this letter and don’t do as I said.  I will never bother you again.  You will get no second chance at this.  Ever.  If you want to continue in your shallow existence simply craving the shadows of the things you truly desire, that is your decision.  But I think we both know how badly you want this to happen.  Now, go do what I told you too, dirty slave, and convince me you can be pleasing.”

The letter is unsigned, but it doesn’t matter.  I print a hard copy; make sure to grab it off the printer, then delete it and run a cleaner to hopefully make sure admin doesn’t run across it.  I don’t know who sent it, but I moments after that I am already locking the stall on the bathroom and sliding my finger around my pussy.  I rub my clit in gentle slow teasing circles, thinking about my fantasies for an Owner, wondering if this could really be happening.  I lean my head against the door of the stall and my breaths become deeper as I follow my instructions.  I begin to rub just a little faster and harder, not so much teasing myself now, as falling deeper into my fantasies of being owned by another.

Inhale. “I surrender everything.”

Exhale. “I am His.”

Inhale. Exhale.  I start to think about where this could go while continuing to carry the two phrases in my head. “I surrender everything.” What would everything mean? I couldn’t risk my job! Would I be allowed to decide what to wear? What if this was all a scam?  But then I continue thinking… What would it be like, to be a complete slave to someone? “I am his.”  What would it be like to follow the every whim of another’s and to be taken down into those dark depths of sensuousness I had craved as long as I could remember? (Damn those Gorean books I read at an impressionable age anyhow!)

I want so badly to slide my fingers deep inside me and I almost do. After all, there is no way he will know what I do in this stall.  Then I hesitate, worried not so much that He will somehow know, but then I will be disobeying Him.  I shiver and realize that I do want it; I want all of it that he is offering me.  He is utterly correct. I want to be possessed and owned, commanded into sensuality and hopefully eventually taken on a whim without a moment’s notice.  I want to be a slave, a toy, a pet for this man who has taken the time and interest to watch me so intently that he has divined my deepest needs and fantasies.  I want to slide my fingers in me, but I won’t.   I won’t because I’m a slave and my master has forbidden me to do so.  Slaves don’t have choices; they must simply do as they are told.

My mind continues to spin out darker and darker fantasies as I rub faster and faster.  My mind is filled with my slave mantra. “I surrender everything. I am his.”  My head throws back in the beginnings of an orgasm and I grab my nipples as hard as I can.  I pinch and pull on one side, then move back to the other as I have been ordered to do and my first climax washes over me making me weak kneed.

I struggle for silence utterly shocked as orgasm after orgasm rocks through me until I stand there shivering with my juices dripping down both thighs.  The sound of the door to the bathroom opening startles me back into reality and I finally remember to pull my pants up.  I lean against the door, weak and breathing slowly for several moments, then exit and wash my hands.

I try to continue my morning as if nothing has happened out of the ordinary.  I manage to maintain my calm and professional (somewhat) outward demeanor through the early morning patients, but my thoughts are spinning.  I try to clear my mind of the thoughts of the letter, but find my mind wandering frequently during my paperwork.  Part of me wonders if I’ve been the victim of a practical joke, as seems ever more likely than my fantasies being hand delivered into my lap.  I check my email fruitlessly a few more times, but nothing but work related things arrive.  I feel my spirits drop as I wonder who has played such a rotten trick on me.

As I sit down to lunch, I find another envelope, this time in my clipboard and glancing around to make sure I have privacy, quickly open it.

“Good Pet” it reads simply…. “I will have a new task for you tomorrow….”  I close my eyes for a moment, listen to my heart race, and exhale deeply wondering,

“What have I begun?”