from	Lilly <xxxxx@gmail.com>
to		R <xxxxx@gmail.com>
date		Wed, Jun 3, 2009 at 8:33 PM
subject		nsfw pics attached….her gift

Sir;

I shared with her the photo exactly as you asked, said what you told me to say, and nudged her to return something to us.

Attached are extra pics that I took, I thought that perhaps you would appreciate these.

The first photo shows that I had company. As I walked to my car I saw him sitting there in his truck, lights on. That car next him also has someone in it. They were waiting on someone I guess. So he saw me get into my car and start it but not leave. Maybe he saw me arch upwards as I pulled my jeans and panties down. And if I could see him in my side mirror…..perhaps he could see me, if his vision was good enough. He was two rows back. He couln’t have seen my hands  but he would have seen my face, the obvious face of orgasm.

I came hard staring at the cars behind me with this mental image playing:

You made me sit up on your desk, with my skirt bunched up to my hips and no panties on, my legs spread wide and my feet up on the desk on either side of my ass. My dripping wet cunt there for anybody to see and smell how aroused I was. As soon as a few men finally care enough to pause in their work they casually lean against the edges of the cube walls, arms crossed and heads tilted with measured stares as you show off your whore. You roughly shove in 4 fingers and then your thumb and start fucking me with your fist, hard. The desired effect….my gaping cunt hole when you remove your hand and unmercilessly press the bullet on high to my clit. My own slut is there at my side, one arm around my head in a comforting way. As I feel the orgasm begin, I move my mouth to her tits and paw my way through her shirt just to get my mouth around her nipple. I come, screaming, my mouth clamped down on her nipple. My cunt contracts and spasms and I feel the fluids running out of my wide-open cunt as the men, and you, just stare at me like perverts.

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This is a powerful image for me.

It made me just literally stare in awe for quite some time.

All I can think is “Give me this….please…”

{sexandsubmission.com – not for the faint of heart}

Yes, she’s beautiful and it adds a little to it but that’s not really the point here.

Powerful.
It’s that big, strong male hand wrapped firmly at her throat that’s making me weak in the knees. I have written about some explorations with R regarding this. Honestly, before he brought it to light in the perfect perfect way that he did, it was not something that I ever would have pondered. I would have immediately said “no thanks”. So it goes with numerous things with him; he does have such a talent for pulling me deeper into submission and filthy glorious kink.

Powerless.
It’s that look in her eyes. Arousal? Fear? Begging? I suspect all three. I know that it would be for me. It’s beautiful agony….heavy with trust and instinctual fear and being rocked to the core of your submission. I want to give this to him. I want him to take this from me.I have nothing but complete and utter trust in him or I would not crave this or allow this. As I sit here now I know he would balance safety and the edge of danger – and at the last moment pull me back to safety. I know that in the heat of the moment I will feel as she appears to be feeling; scared and aroused and rushing with the confliction and brain chemistry that is all in a whirl. Followed by a rush of endorphins and different kinds of relief tangled up in each other.

It’s her lips, her tongue. See how they are parted? See the tongue lifted up to the roof of her mouth? I know she’s trying to get air. I know he’s not going to give it to her quite yet.

I have seen only this photo, nothing more from the scene. Just this one image and I am shaken. Aching and wet and in need. My, how I have changed in a year’s time.

Power—give. take.

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{note: This is not for HNT and there will not be any HNT this week}

He had me mark myself for him. Branded, I suppose. “This hole is for Master to cum in” was written on my thigh for him to see. “R’s Whore” written in another spot.

When I see him, I know he’ll write on me. He has said he’ll do it in black permanent marker. A “tramp stamp” across the small of my back. Filthy words for him to see as he’s fucking me. What will he write?

For His use only

Cum Slut

If found, return to R ok maybe not…heh

When I return home that night to my partner, I will whisper to him the slutty filthy things I did, that were done to me; he’ll see the words and take his own turn claiming my cunt.

I will wear the words in secret for days until they disappear on their own. I don’t know how long it will take for permanent marker to wash off, but I suspect it’s at least a few days.

I don’t know what else he might write. Any ideas? What would you write, be it on me or on your own slut?

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Many of you think that simply the act of masturbating at work, while working at my desk, is “bad” enough. Risky, dangerous, slutty. (Ok yes, it is, but I’m used to it now)

Being dominated from afar on top of that? Another notch.

It’s just an innocuous little bullet vibe shoved inside my panties, nestled in my cunt, with the controller in my pocket. If it’s off it is barely noticeable after awhile, I almost forget it’s there.

But add in a dildo shoved up my cunt, left there for hours, and you have a deeper shade of slut.

Yeah, a dildo. My wooden one. I can do this because it’s short and has the larger ball. It’s 5.6″ in length. I actually couldn’t get it far enough in me to totally disappear, so about maybe oh…1/2″? almost an inch? sticks out. Thankfully I have extra padding…heh…and so sitting isn’t too terrible. I just have to be conscious of it, ease down, my pelvis tilted back slightly. In this position the dildo is firmly pressed against the upper wall of me, the area of my g-spot if it exactly hitting my g-spot most of the time. This means that my clit is even more sensitive, orgasm is much easier and quicker. I am filled so much it is almost painful since it is a hard unforgiving material – the thick ball end is 1.9″ around.

Every step I take, the dildo screams its presence. His presence, actually, for even though I begged R to let me put it in last week during a day he intended to take as many orgasms from me as possible it is there because of him. R had originally spoken of getting me a vaginal plug for some work-time torture, something thick wide and filling. A plug would have a flat base and be a bit shorter, and therefore a bit easier for me to deal with in sitting and walking.

I went to the restroom to outfit my cunt with the tools to be his whore for the day. The dildo inside of me, the bullet vibe firmly against my clit. As I sat back down and experienced this for the first time this way, he instructed me to turn on the vibe. In 10 minutes, with the vibe only on low, I was begging for him to return to the computer to give me permission to come. The orgasm is so much more attainable with my cunt filled.

Normally there is more time in between orgasms but not today. 30 minutes later he switches mode again and begins the verbal torture.

I can’t wait to take the toys you lay out for me and just use them on you, btw. See how they fit, watch as you are on hands and knees before me. Using you as a thing to play with and experiment on for my curiosity.

close now, Sir

call you filthy names and sneer at you while I do it. “What kind of garbage comes to a hotel just to have toys shoved in her cunt for another’s amusement? So easily hands her flesh over to somebody she’s never actually met?”

And I know you’d love it all the while. Secretly…… longingly… you’d love to hand yourself over to me like that. Become a thing ….. an object.

Yes, sir I would

Please….please can I come Sir?

And at his permission, I slide off my chair to my knees. Resting my weight on the flat of my lower legs on the floor, I spread my knees wide. With my half-partition I am just about hidden from view of all that pass by my desk. If anyone saw me down there I would simply say I’m untangling a power cord. Yes, untangling a cord, with both hands down my pants. Unzipped and shoved down below my tummy so that both hands have easy access to spread my lips wide and expose my clit. With the bullet pressed hard to my sweet spot I am rocking the dildo just barely.  The combined actions result in another swift and powerful orgasm. This time I am grateful for my shelter as I would not have been able to keep my mask on, to hide the orgasm.

The slut on the floor, her pulsing cunt secretly filled with toys, zippers her pants back up and attempts to regain composure.

But I screwed up a bit. I always do (funny, that). I did not have express permission to turn that bullet up to high when I was trying to come.  He keeps this in mind.

During lunch I am told that at 12:30 exactly I am to have everything back in place, bullet on (I had to give myself a break for a bit, things were getting tender). We are deep in discussion about something and 12:30 passes by for me. I forgot. Another infraction.

I was also a bit of a bratty smartass during our conversation. Normally fine. During times like this it only adds fuel to the fire. His dominance on high and my submission tested to the fullest, he ended up keeping me at the edge for about an hour and a half until I broke down. I did not expect to, but I hit my wall and in the blink of the eye I disintegrated. Just as quickly playtime was over and he did his best to comfort my return down from the high known as sub-space. The crash of adrenalin and body giving out. I was exhuasted that night and slept long and hard. Come morning all was well and the invisible lasso of D/s between us tightened just a bit more.

Tags: bdsm, conversations, D/s, Exhibitionism at Work, hardwood dildo, masturbation, R, real life, Silver Bullet, submission

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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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