yawn

Morning.

We chat a little bit usually in the mornings as I’m putting on my makeup and he’s just arrived at work. It’s been a couple weeks since we’ve played properly and so you can imagine my surprise when he says….

R: btw…. bring your egg thing to work today
{he means my Silver Bullet}
me: k…
R: dead batteries are your problem, not mine
me: yes Sir
R: don’t touch your cunt until I tell you.
me: yes Sir
R: I know you all too well ;)
R: and be prepared to take some pics for me today as well
I have………ideas

Little did I know what he had in store for me.

The minute I arrived at work I got my first instruction. He wanted a pic of me pulling on my nipple, hard, through my sheer bra. Off to the restroom I went, and then sent it to him. At first I got it wrong and misunderstood his directions; my second try is met with praise and I feel myself blushing from it. I find myself amazed sometimes at how pleased I am to have done something right in these moments, enough to warrant the coveted “good girl” from him.

After a short bit, he tells me that I can put the vibe in place, but I may not turn it on. As I look at the clock and see that it’s only quarter after 9, I worry…..just a bit….at what lies ahead of me for the day. But I also shiver in delicious aroused anticipation. Very quickly after the vibe is in place he tells me to turn it on….I silently wonder at this because there has been no usual build-up. I’m not really all that aroused yet. But he knows better. He knows me, and he has a plan that I don’t yet know about. He instructs me to turn it on the lowest setting and to proceed with work. Don’t think about the vibe, don’t press it against my clit, don’t sit in the way that I do so I can grind it against my clit…just pretend it’s not there.

And then he walks away from his computer to do work.

!!

He’s never done this. He’s never left me like this.

But he also knows I’m not truly at risk to come in his absence.

He returns to teasingly ask how I am doing. We then discuss the previous night’s tv show we both watch. My head is in work-space mode, in conversation mode…I have indeed pretty much forgotten about the vibrator. And then he tells me to turn it to high. And he walks away again. I have to really focus on not aiding the vibrator any.  When he comes back a few minutes later I am in slight agony…..and then he tells me to turn it back down. He continues on with this for at least an hour.

R: back up now

me: k

R: profess to me what a slut you are and I might let you come this time

make it good, and I’ll show mercy

{here, I pause…I am concentrating on following orders, but I also just don’t know what to say}

me: I am a slut, especially for you. I do everything you ask of me and I like it. I like the thought of you coming in my mouth. I like that you’re making me squirm miserably here at work while people walk by unaware.

{And I do….I don’t, but deep down, I do…}

R: anything else?

me: i’m sorry i can’t even think properly right now, sir

R: tough shit

then I can’t properly allow you to come

turn it back down now

me: please

R: no

shut your mouth

~sits and waits for some words from you to possibly change his mind~

…..

you may speak

me: thank you sir

only a slut would be sitting here at work, taking orders from her Master, begging to come right in her office chair

R: true…

me: i’m your slut, i do as you tell me to

R: is it almost painful yet that you haven’t come?

me: yes, my lowers abs are aching too, from trying not to

I keep tensing up

R: and how close do you think you are with little to no effort

me: close enough that i can’t think, i can’t work, and my chest is flushed

R: turn it up then and come……

me: thank you sir

R: go ahead and come you loose slut

me: coming
now

R: good…. soak your fucking panties you whore

R: and you do know that when I say the things I say, there’s an underlying respect to it all, right?

me: of course I know that

R: I always feel the need to reassure you that I don’t consider you “a cum pig” or anything else

me: I know, I know the boundaries of each side

R: good

me: if I didn’t, I wouldn’t like it as much

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