Playing with myself during this video, buzzing my clit, teasing my breasts, pinching my nipples, I worked myself to the verge of orgasm in a matter of minutes. It empowered me to have brought back my lust. I hated to think that Spencer could ruin my day and sour my task for MC. Screw him. I’m sure I’d never kept him from having an orgasm before, why should I let him stop me? By the time that video was over, I was panting and ready for more.
5.) Get your butt plug in and fill both holes. Keep pounding your sweet cunt while squeezing down hard with that filled asshole.
Even though I used a good bit of lube, putting in the butt plug hurt like a bitch, but it did begin to feel better after a few minutes. I enjoyed having both holes filled and fucking myself with the vibe. I’d never done anything like that before, and I liked it.
The last video kinda bored me. In it this blonde girl (I was starting to wonder if MC had a thing for blondes) was forced to straddle this masturbation machine. It looked like a saddle, and I guessed it vibrated. She rode it and orgasmed lots of times. Maybe men like to watch women orgasm, but it didn’t do much for me. I couldn’t wait for it to be over so I could go back and pick one of the others to watch while finally making myself come, and I knew that would be an option because I read ahead to this:
If you’ve been a good girl, you haven’t come yet. Now go back to the video of your choice and make that dripping wet cunt come.
I want a detailed and graphic account of your play, and I want to know which video you picked to make you explode. Then, if you can, make that cunt come again with another video.
Be a good plaything.
MC
His words made me quiver with lust. I adored having him tell me what to do.
I chose the fourth video. As I watched it over again, I snapped the elastics on my wrists for good measure then I fucked my pussy and teased my clit with my humming vibe until my body quivered all over and I collapsed into a wrung-out, well-fucked mess. I removed the butt plug and exhausted, I fell asleep right there, telling myself I’d clean my toys and write to MC the next morning.
When I woke up to my “sex” mess, I smiled and padded to the kitchen to make some coffee. After I took a shower and cleaned up, I sat down at my laptop and gave MC a rundown of my activities and my reactions to my first video task. I told him about Spencer walking in on my masturbating to the video, how he’d seen the wax play and the cock-sucking on the video, and that it interrupted my task for several hours. However, I emphasized that I completed the task because I knew that’s what he would have wanted me to do, and I provided a blow-by-blow with regards to my reaction to the task. I hoped what I’d done was correct.
A few hours later he sent me a message.
Sophie,
You are taking shape very nicely and doing things correctly, which is a good sign. The one negative thing I will say is that your writing back to me seems rushed, as though you are more concerned about completing that part of the assignment than taking the time to express your feelings when going through the tasks. I want more thought from you. Not only step-by-step, but feelings and sensations as well. You are on a learning curve and so far developing nicely into someone I can shape.
It’s too bad your husband interrupted you while you were playing. I wonder—did it occur to either of you for him to join you in your play? From your report I gather that did not happen, but I am curious if that would have held any appeal for you. I can imagine him spanking you for being such a naughty slut for someone else besides him. But I digress.
You did well with the video task, and I sensed you went through exactly what was designed. Every task has a direction and purpose and from this one you experienced what I hoped. The videos were all front-loaded with more heated scenes. I knew if I supplied them all with the same intensity you would most likely go off task and make yourself come. The last one was intended to bring you down a little, keep you wet and make you impatient for the one you could chose to make your greedy, suffering cunt come.
You will be a very busy fucktoy for the next little while so be prepared to be wet and aching. Now… you will visit the main site where those videos came from, click on the BDSM section, and send me five videos that make your cunt leak. As you go through them to find the right ones, you will be toy-fucking yourself, and no coming. You will include a brief intro line to each video explaining why you chose the one you did.
MC
It disappointed me to that he wanted more from my reports. I wrote him back apologizing and promising to be more expressive in my writing to him, explaining that I thought it was just taking a while for me to get comfortable sharing such intimate things with a stranger.
Sophie,
I’m glad you enjoy tasking and training. I certainly understand your concerns about privacy and internet safety. I have concerns as well so we both put things out there to be dealt with. Always remember as a sub you have the ultimate power, and that this is all about you and your growth and freedom.
We are only beginning, and as we surge forward I’m sure you will be able to open up. I will continue to push, teach, and make demands until you become a molded li’l slut.
Stay wet.
MC
Working on the next task was fun. I had never actually watched porn before he’d sent me those videos to watch, so discovering it now was like an all-you-can-watch buffet. I watched porn for hours before sending him links to five of my favorites.
The first one had a girl tied in an unusual position, and I loved when the Dom opened up her pussy lips to hum her with a bulbous vibrator wand. The second one had a girl tied down on a table with a blindfold covering her eyes. I loved the sensuality of it as she was handled by several men at once, lots of hands caressing her all over, finally culminating with one fisting her. I wasn’t sure I’d be brave enough to try that, but she seemed to love it.
The helplessness of the third video was what drew me to it. The girl was completely bound and forced to endure orgasms way after you could tell she’d had too much. I’m sure she was exhausted, but it was hot. I had mixed feelings about the fourth video, but found that I really liked it overall. Basically, I loved what was done to the girl. There was a lot of slapping, which was super-hot and made me wet, wet, wet. But the girl’s appearance with those thick glasses and having crazy hair from the beginning distracted me a lot, plus the guy was so skinny. And I liked the last video because it had a schoolgirl theme, which never failed to turn me on.
I sent him my list, and he sent me back a wish list to fill out.
WISH LIST
You will need that cunt stuffed for this task as well, so I suggest you fill your hole with your large anal plug, and squeeze and release it while you respond.
This will be your wish list. I want five things in each category you ache for.
1.) I need my cunt…
2.) I need my clit…
3.) I need my nipples…
4.) Tie me up and…
5.) I need my ass hole…
6.) Please, please show me the pain of…
7.) I want to serve cock by…
8.) I need to be fucked…
9.) I’m a cocksucker because…
10.) I need to be trained as a…
11.) Force me to…
12.) I crave cum on or in…
13.) I can be a good girl because…
14.) I ache to be…
15.) Please, sir I want more…
Be a good li’l girl.
MC
I gulped. Filling that out would keep me busy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I grew accustomed to my new summer schedule, which included freedom from my alarm clock, longer walks with Felix, and trips to the library and the farmer’s market. My television remained tuned to the weather channel because I was a sucker for any program related to natural disasters, and I grew accustomed to my D/s relationship with MC. What had begun with email tasks progressed to online chats, and we were planning to do a live session ove
r the phone soon.
Shelby invited me to go out on her boat Thursday afternoon, but I connected online with MC that morning and we started chatting. Just seeing his name with the symbol next to it that indicated that he was online gave me butterflies in my stomach. I went to the chat box and typed, “Do you have time to chat?”
MC: Yes. You will have a cock firmly implanted, buried deep inside you as you type.
Sophie: Yes, sir.
MC: I want a graphic and detailed account of your ideal cock-sucking scene. Location, position, cock size, how you use your mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, how hungry you are to taste cum, circumstances and duration—all of it.
Oh crap. I could feel my face heat up. That was a big job for doing over a chat, but he always pushed me to my limits. That was part of what kept things exciting. So I typed…
Sophie: I wasn’t a huge fan of cock-sucking before, but the deeper I delve into the world of BDSM, the more interested I am. The image of a submissive on her knees pleasuring her Dom is one of the hottest I can imagine.
MC: Why? What draws you to it?
Sophie: I guess because it’s a perfect symbol of the power exchange.
MC: Good. Now fuck that heated cunt harder and harder with one hand while you type with the other. There will be no corrections anywhere to typos. Just do it.
Sophie: Yes, sir.
Sophie: My ideal cock-sucking scene would go like this:
The man I love, the one I long to serve meets me at a hotel. The minute he closes the door to our room, I undress down to my bra and panties. I step toward him, and he tells me to get down on my knees. I kneel in front of him and begin to unbuckle his belt. As I unbutton his pants the head of his hard cock pokes out the top of his underwear. I reach for it and tug his underwear down. His cock pops out, long and hard. I take it in my mouth, stroking it with one hand as I fondle his balls with my other hand.
MC: Good. Keep going. Keep fucking that cunt.
Sophie: I lick the underside, working the shaft with my tongue. I moan with pleasure and make enthusiastic noises as I work it with my mouth. He imbeds his fingers in my hair, holds my head tight, and tells me I’m a good girl. The musky smell of him arouses me even more, and I take him all the way into my mouth. I love the feeling as his cock hits the back of my throat, and I grab his magnificent ass, pulling him into my face, forcing his cock as far back as I can take it. Needing to breathe I pull back, gasping for air. As I go back to it, I taste the delicate drops of his pre-cum.
I slip the head back in my mouth and jerk the base of him with one hand while playing with his balls with my other. My tongue runs around the tip in a circle, then I work the tender frenulum underneath. He tugs at my hair and calls my name, which tells me I’m doing a good job. I keep this up for about ten minutes, then I take him deep again. Whenever I gag my body involuntarily convulses and the sensation causes my nipples to harden. The way he uses my mouth turns me on and I feel my pussy starting to drip.
MC: Good girl. You’re entertaining me well with your story. Continue.
Sophie: He tells me to lie on the bed and positions me so my head hangs back off the side. He removes my bra and panties and fondles my breasts, then tells me to open my mouth, which I do. Standing next to the bed, he forces his cock down my now-open throat and pushes his hips toward my face. As he does this, he starts playing with my cunt with his fingers. I try to wriggle away because he is distracting me. I need to concentrate to keep from choking, but he isn’t having it. He holds my body down and plays with my clit with his fingers and then his tongue. He calls me names, tells me I’m his little fucking whore. I struggle, choking and feeling overwhelmed by his attention to my clit at the same time. I push him back with my hands and frantically catch a breath, but I pull him right back into me with my hands grabbing his ass. He face-fucks me for a while, pulling out and giving me breaks for air each time I wave my arms about frantically and push him. I gag a couple of times, but mostly it’s okay, being that his cock is far down my throat, past the gag reflex. By this time I am drooling like crazy, spit everywhere, and he is in heaven.
He pulls out and tells me to lie on the bed, to put my head on the bed. I am exhausted by now and my mouth is sore, but I still want to pleasure him and taste his cum. I am dying to have him come in my mouth, so I beg him to please let me suck his cock some more. He agrees and I go back to doing what I was doing before, with him lying down on his back on the bed and me taking him in and out of my mouth. When I dip my head down, I swallow him as deep as possible and try not to gag. Then, as I pull my mouth back I use suction and lick the whole underside of his cock from base to tip. I listen to the noises he makes and his breathing to tell me what is working best for him and if he seems to like it I do more of the same.
Finally, I feel him about to cum and I use more pressure, sucking and licking harder and faster. I moan with pleasure, unable to believe how close I am to climaxing myself. If he were to pinch my nipples, I might come right along with him. As if he knows my thoughts, he reaches down and tugs on one of my nipples. Suddenly I want to cry tears of joy and I feel an orgasm grip me and my body trembles with a wave of ecstasy. But while I’m enjoying this wonderful wave, his hot cum fills my mouth, and I am forced to focus on swallowing his offering like a good love slave.
He withdraws his cock to leave a bit of cum on my face and tits. I stick my tongue out greedily to catch any extra drops. Then I pull his cock back into my mouth and suck and suck, determined to get every last drop of cum possible. I lick gently until he is limp again. Then I look up at him and smile, with drops of cum on my cheeks. He smiles back and feeds me the rest of his cum, scooping it up with a finger and letting me greedily lick and suck it off his fingers. “Lap it up like a good sex kitten,” he tells me.
“Mmmm,” I say. Then I tell him I love him, and he tells me he loves me too.
“You’re a good little cumslut,” he says and puts his arms around me.
We rest for a little while and then begin round two…
The End
MC: Well done. Now take your fuck-juice-soaked cock, get it in your mouth and suck while you stroke your fucking clit, until you make yourself come. Tell me when you’re finished.
Writing that story had me all worked up, so I was eager to finish his instructions. Tasting myself on the dildo was surprisingly arousing. In the past, I hadn’t liked the taste, but I must have become conditioned to associate it with pleasure… part of training. I did as he asked and stroked myself to orgasm.
Afterward, I felt shaky, spent after my climax, so I got something to drink and took a bathroom break before sitting down to let him know I’d finished my task. When I was ready, I typed:
Sophie: Done.
MC: You are a good girl, although I would much rather have you feel stings across your ass or stretch and abuse your nipples, pull your hair while I mouth-fuck you.
I would also want your teeth running up and down the full length of that thick purple under vein and then swirling your tongue around my cum hole sampling pre-cum.
I hope you enjoyed this exercise and you’re staying wet and on edge all day.
Sophie: Yes, sir. I did enjoy it.
MC: Good. Today you will write in pen or marker on the back of your left two fingers the letters MC. M on your ring finger, C on your middle finger. It will be up to you how to explain it if anyone asks.
Those two fingers are the ones you will fuck yourself with every hour on the hour for two minutes each time. You will clean them off with your mouth and tongue while looking in the mirror at the hungry little whore you have become. Understood?
Sophie: Yes, sir.
MC: You will need a wooden chair for our next session and I need an accurate description of what it looks like. Don’t forget the headset with the mic and the wooden blocks. You realize our next session will be ramped up with more intensity, passion, lust, and demands. Stay wet.
After we signed off, I planned how I would take a shower then write the “
MC” on my fingers so it would stay on most of the day. As I did so I realized that in some ways, I didn’t recognize myself or my life anymore. Everything now revolved around the sexual play with MC. It was all I thought about, all I looked forward to. Staying on edge, hungry,—the way he wanted me—well, it had taken over my life. As fun and exciting as it was, I questioned if it was healthy.
Staying lost in the haze of sexy submission made me feel like a bit of an addict. In some ways it was a deliciously blissful existence, but I worried that a part of me was hiding from the world, avoiding reality. At least I was getting out of the house and socializing with someone besides MC today. That was something.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“I still can’t believe Spencer walked in on you.” Shelby giggled as she preened on the sun deck of her Cobalt A40 in her white bikini.
I was relieved that she hadn’t brought any boys with us today. Apparently once J.J. had become too busy with football camp, Shelby moved on. She’d taken up with some minor league baseball player, but fortunately he was busy today so it was just the two of us and one of her minions, who drove the boat and offered drink refills whenever necessary.
The lake was calm today, and the water sparkled with diamond ripples as we rocked peacefully.
“I know. I was mortified.” I slathered sunscreen on my chest, and passed the tube over to Shelby.
“So this new guy, he gives you instructions on what to do, how to masturbate and stuff? That’s wild, but kinda hot.”
I’d told Shelby a little about my online conversations with MC, but only enough to explain what had happened with Spencer barging in on me in flagrante.
“Yeah. It is.” I didn’t want to risk Shelby’s disapproval, so rather than elaborate, I tried changing the subject. “I called that divorce lawyer you recommended. He says that since we don’t have any kids and my father made him sign a prenup, things are fairly straightforward. The papers are filed and everything should be completed in a few weeks.”
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