I put my coffee down, very very slowly.
"I gave the ring back," I said.
Dan put a finger in his ear like he was cleaning it out.
"I think I need to get a hearing exam. I could have sworn I just heard you say you gave that gorgeous ten-pound rock back to Jake."
"I did."
"Now, no offense, Meghan, but I have to ask... what the fuck is wrong with you, girl?"
"Dan, have you ever felt that you're losing touch with reality? Like you're drifting into an alternate world that coexists underneath the one you see every day but it's invisible?"
He sat back and stared at me with wide open eyes.
"Now you're starting to scare me, sister. When you start talking like a sci-fi geek, I know it's a sign of the apocalypse."
"No, Dan, I'm serious. I've... uh... been into some weird shit lately."
"Ooooh... do tell."
I turned slightly to my left to see if the couple who were talking earlier were still there. Yep. Shit.
"Okay. I've got to get this off my chest. I answered an ad."
"A dating ad?"
"Um... not exactly."
"Are you seeing someone new?"
"Not... really. See... it's... um... Dan, what's normal?"
"What do you mean 'what's normal'?"
"I mean, what am I supposed to feel is normal?"
"In terms of what, relationships? Did you go muff-diving?"
"No, not like that. Look, I love Jake. He's the greatest guy I've ever met. Except for you, of course."
"Naturally."
"But I've been wanting to try some new things lately that just... are not Jake. But I think I may be making a mistake. In fact, I know I'm making a mistake. I should run back into Jake's arms and beg for forgiveness and agree to be his wife, move into a Colonial in Wellesley, and make some babies."
Dan's eyes narrowed.
"Meghan, I've known you for a long time. You're whipsmart. You've got it all together. You always have. Right from day one. You had it all planned out. First x is going to happen, then y is going to happen, then z. But life doesn't work that way."
"That's exactly what I'm talking about. I guess I'm just starting to realize that now."
"Case in point," Dan said. "Nikki and I did the deed."
"Get out!" I said as I noticed the chatting couple vacate the table behind me. The girl did a double-take at me as she took her purse off the back of the chair and then followed the guy out the door. I turned my face and looked down at the table, trying to be as invisible as possible.
"Yes, but it wasn't like anything I've ever experienced before."
"Is that good or bad?"
Dan looked down at the table, tapping his fingers together.
"Very intense, but uh... very weird."
"Uh-oh. Another insane one."
"No, not that at all. She's more together than all the other girls I've ever known. No drama. Very sure of herself. More sure of herself than me."
The Bluetooth earpiece chirped to life, ringing in my ear. I bolted upright, almost spilling my coffee.
"Are you okay?" said Dan.
I gestured one minute with my finger and pressed the button on the earpiece.
"Hello Meghan," said the voice. His voice. I felt my body become a gel. Shit, he really does get me at hello.
"Hello," I said, staring at the corner of a window in the distance. The world disappeared.
"I have your next assignment," he said. "You will receive it now."
"Okay," I said.
"You need to go into the adult store on Boylston Street and steal a medium-sized butt plug."
My eyes met Dan's. He stared at me, perplexed.
"Could you repeat that please?" I said.
"You need to go into the adult store on Boylston Street and steal a medium-sized butt plug. But here is the catch, Meghan. You need to hide it in your ass, walk out of the store, and bring it to me. You have one week to complete your task. Do you accept your assignment or shall we end training right now?"
God, what should I do? I had planned to toss that damned earpiece in a trashcan on the way here, confess everything to Dan, and then run back to Jake.
But now the voice of this sexy man I've never seen has control of me again. Shit, I must be crazy. Now he wants me to steal for him.
"You want me to steal?" I said.
"You won't actually be stealing, Meghan," said the voice. "I will make certain the store gets its money. Now you have three seconds to say 'yes mentor' or the line will go dead and you will never hear from me again."
I turned my head away from Dan and cupped my mouth.
"Yes, mentor", I whispered.
"Good," said the voice. "When you have walked out of the adult store with the butt plug hidden securely in your ass, call the number you originally called and I will tell you where to go."
Click and the line went dead.
"I'm sorry, Dan," I said as I got up and packed my things together. "I gotta go. Can we continue this later?"
"What the fuck was that?" Dan said. "Did you just say 'yes mentor?'"
I felt myself blush as I avoided Dan's gaze, strapped my bag over my shoulder, and picked up my coffee.
"Did I? I guess, but I really have to go."
"Who was that?"
"Nobody. It's nothing."
"Meghan!" Dan grabbed my hand and squeezed, turning me toward him and looking directly into my eyes. "Are you all right?"
"Dan, I'm fine. Really. I'll tell you all about it later. And I want to hear about your new girlfriend too. I'm sorry. I really am."
Outside the temperature had normalized into the twenties again. Everyone was bundled up but I left my jacket open. I needed the cold air to cool me down a little.
Fuck, that didn't go as planned. After last night, I felt an odd combination of jubilant euphoria and downright shame. The shame took over and my plan had been to confess everything to Dan, get back to normal with Jake, and forget about that goddamned fucking whore piece of paper that said Submission training.
But then he called.
And now he wants me to go into an adult store, shove a medium butt plug up my ass, and walk out.
And the scary part is...
The idea of doing this, in the very way he told me to in his commanding tone, arouses me like nothing I can remember.
Chapter 2
Back in my apartment, I shut the door behind me and locked it. I leaned up against it, feeling like I had just escaped from somebody.
My head was spinning, my legs were wobbly, and a nervous energy spun itself all around me. Not to mention I was horny as hell.
I looked at the clock. 9:30. I'm already skipping Mesoscale Meteorology and Atmospheric Dynamics II isn't until 11 so that gives me a little time.
I went to my bedroom and got my purple vibrator. I undid my jeans and pulled them and my panties down in one motion.
I threw myself back on the bed and fingered myself. My labia felt extra-sensitive today. I rocked back and forth, stroking up and down. It wasn't long before the head of my clit was hard and poked itself out.
I turned the vibrator on and put it on my nub. The sensation is always amazing, but today it was like a nuclear reactor.
I thought about the voice of my mentor. I loved how he told me what to do. I loved that what he told me to do was dirty. Unclean. Not normal. I so want to do things that are not normal!
I felt my butt clench up as an orgasm built, my anus in contractions. He wants me to invade myself back there... in public!
The very thought was enough to bring my orgasm to full power. I made little circles on the spot that always releases me as I went into a frenzy.
But the frenzy didn't release. It just held there, unable to get out. I was losing my mind. I have to come! The tension is killing me!
I kept at it, rubbing my sensitive head faster and faster with the vibrator. I brought my knees up, put two fingers inside me, and started fucking myself.
/> No matter how much I stimulated myself, I just stayed right there on the edge unable to come.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I shouted to the empty apartment.
I switched the vibrator off, sat up, forgot I hadn't taken my jeans completely off, tripped, and fell face down onto the floor.
If I weren't in such a state of abject horniness, I would have laughed. But this is fucking serious. All the pent-up energy inside me darted around my body trying to get out, but found no escape.
I managed to stand upright and pull up my pants. I went into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. Orange juice and milk stared back at me. Nope, neither were going to help.
I found some proper help in the far right cabinet over the toaster. I took out the bottle of Smirnoff vodka and poured a glass half full of it. I took a huge swig.
I looked at the clock. 9:45. Great. Drinking in the morning. Not a good sign.
I slurped some more vodka while pondering what to do.
I need to get off! I need to have a fucking orgasm or I'm going to start throwing myself against walls!
Let's think, Meghan. Let's just sit and think for a minute. Let's just sit and analyze the problem. Why can't you orgasm?
Because of him! Because of my mentor. Because he told me I cannot orgasm without his command.
But fuck, when I agreed to that I didn't think it would be like a fucking curse. That's it. I'm fucking cursed. How the fuck did he do this to me?
This is ridiculous, Meghan. There is no such thing as a curse. And nobody can really control you. You are doing this to yourself.
If I'm so in control of myself, then why the fuck can't I get off?
I took another slurp of vodka. The room started to look brighter and happier.
How about if I call him and ask him to allow me to come?
Shit, I can't do that. Hello, may I come please sir? Oh, thank you sir.
Is this what my life has come to? Me? Strong tough Meghan. Always in control. The future meteorologist who can always predict what's going to happen.
Now I can't even predict how I'm going to get myself to Atmospheric Dynamics II at 11.
Because I'm too horny.
That sounds so ridiculous. Why couldn't you make it to class? Because I was too horny and couldn't get off.
Not to mention I'll be drunk by then.
"Meghan, get a grip!"
Did I say that out loud? Apparently I did.
That's it. I'm calling him. Fuck it. I need to do this. I need a release.
I picked up my iPhone and was about to dial when I remembered I had never called him from that phone. I fumbled for the prepaid phone, my movements somewhat shaky, and dialed the number burned forever into my memory from the ad in the vestibule.
It rang eight times and went to a phone company message stating that the "subscriber is unavailable."
Shit.
I took another slurp of vodka. Glass almost empty now.
I dialed again. Eight rings and the subscriber is still unavailable.
I went back into my bedroom and threw myself on the bed again, closing my eyes.
I saw the faces of the people looking up at me from the street while I masturbated in the window. They were captivated by me. One guy's mouth hung open. Even the girls were intrigued.
I bet they wished they could have been me. It was such an amazing feeling. Such a rush. I had never felt so amazing before.
I felt so... dirty.
So deliciously delightfully dirty.
And it's all because of my mentor.
He brought me there. If not for him, I never would have experienced such a thrill.
My eyes opened and I stared at the ceiling. What am I becoming?
At that moment, the earpiece chirped to life again.
I sat up, my heart beating out of my chest. I tapped the Bluetooth.
"Meghan," said my mentor.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"Did you call me?"
"Yes I did. I'm sorry, mentor. I hope that's okay. It's just that I... need some help."
"Yes it's okay. Do you have a question about your assignment?"
"No, I wanted to ask you permission to come, mentor."
The very words sent an electrical charge from my pussy to my fingertips and toes.
"Hmmm. It sounds like you respond to my commands well. You have been unable to bring yourself to orgasm?"
"Yes, and I really need to come because I need to get to class and I can't think because I'm so horny."
"Why are you so horny?"
"Because I am."
"Is it the sound of my voice?"
"Yes."
"Is it anticipation of your assignment?"
"Yes."
"Do you know why I picked this assignment for you?"
"No, mentor. Why?"
"Because you said you've never enjoyed anal sex. I want to show you that not only can you get off from anal, but it can be even more powerful than a regular orgasm."
I doubted that, but I went along with him.
"Yes, mentor."
"That's why I'm not going to allow you to come until you complete your assignment. But I will promise you one thing. At the end of your assignment you will get two rewards. Would you like to know what they are?"
"Yes, mentor."
"First, you will come in the most mind-blowing orgasm you have ever had. And second, I will allow you to see my face."
The very thought of seeing the face of the man who controlled me from afar was enough to help me gain control of myself. Yes, I want that. I will do anything to get that reward.
A calm washed over me as my orgasm went away. I felt in control and determined, much more like my usual self.
"Do you want to see my face?" he said.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"Then go to class. You are fine. You will have your release and your reward. When you earn it."
"Yes, mentor."
He clicked off.
I put the vodka bottle back in the cabinet, got my bag and books, and went to class.
Chapter 3
The adult store had three people in it at 3:00 PM. One was a fifty-ish man in a gray jacket, sweatshirt and jeans. He looked like he hadn't showered in maybe five to ten years.
There were two girls, both in their mid-twenties. One was very tattooed and pierced with short dyed red hair. The other one was much prettier, but dressed conservatively in a loose blouse and khaki pants.
The conservative one caught my eye as I walked past the counter, manned by a guy with a purple pompadour and a nose ring wearing an odd outfit that was part pajamas/part suit and tie.
I avoided eye contact with both as I shopped around. I stayed as far away from the fifty-ish man as I could. He was in the Gonzo section looking at squirting videos.
Today wasn't the actual day, even though I wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. My orgasm was still trapped inside me.
I had come to terms with it, though. I was just going to have to be the most frustrated girl in the world and deal with it. I would have to learn how to be even more in control of myself than usual.
Taking notes in class was difficult. I caught myself several times falling into a fantasy about how I was going to pull of my heist.
Not to mention the buzz about the girl who did the dildo sex show in the second-floor window was still making the rounds. Every time I heard it I went into a mental roundabout of shame and exhilaration. Then I just got horny all over again.
Then there was Jake. Poor Jake. I want to love him like a... what?... wife? I do. I want to be normal. But I'm obsessed or something. I've been on a different planet ever since first seeing the ad on the wall in the vestibule.
What is the cure? Is my mentor the cure? Do I even want to be cured? What will happen when I see his face? Will he be some ugly old man with bad breath? Or will he be an Adonis?
Truthfully, I hope he is neither. I want a real man. A little heavy is okay. A little old is okay. But
a man who knows how to be a man. An in-control commander who takes what he wants.
Fuck, I'm wet again. Maybe I should buy some Depends while I'm out.
I drifted to the Sex-Ed DVD section. In between The Girl's Guide to Fellatio and The Girl's Guide to Kink was The Girl's Guide to Anal Sex. I picked it up and examined the cover.
It was produced by Tamara Tolson, the same girl who wrote a website I found about all things anal. I guess there are a lot of girls way into anal. Much more than I ever thought.
And Tamara Tolson is definitely into it. Three books, two DVD's, and a website. All about anal. Wow, really?
Okay, I said to myself. I can do this.
I just can't imagine coming from it. The only two times I had a cock in my ass were... well... unpleasant, to say the least.
Educational DVD in hand, I went past the harnesses, dildos, vibrators, and BDSM equipment to the butt plug section. What a selection!
Holy shit, how many different types of anal stimulation can you have? Apparently more than I can imagine.
I found the basic butt plugs and looked at the medium. Oh my God! No fucking way. There is no fucking way that is going in my ass!
And there's one even bigger than that? Holy fuck.
I took a small one off the rack, then the medium. I had to get myself prepped for this, right? I wasn't about to hurt myself.
I took my three naughty items up to the cash register past the fifty-ish guy, now in the All-Girl DVD section, who I again caught looking at me through the section signs.
I expected some remark or raised eyebrow from the guy at the cash register, but he just nonchalantly rang me up. Probably sees twenty women like me buying butt plugs every day, right?
"Do you need any lube?" he said.
Oh shit yeah! Can't forget the lube.
"Yes," I said. "Sorry, I'm new at this." That sounded stupid. "Where is it?"
"Right over here," he said, coming out from behind the counter and showing me a table decked out in a rainbow of colored lubes. Too many to choose from.
"I usually use plain old Astroglide with my vibrator, but for this..." I gestured at my purchases on the counter, "Can you recommend one?" I said.
"Oh honey no, avoid the Astroglide for anal. For those I would use something thicker and longer-lasting, silicone-based. Like this one here." He held up a squirt bottle of Bum Butter. The label had a graphic drawing of two butt cheeks on it. "I know, kinda cheesy, right? Or... this one here." The second one was called Liquid Sky. Purple with stars and clouds. Much better.
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