This is a work of fictional fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. Ladies... and me, because for the most part women seem to be more willing to read and comment on my writing, we are entering familiar territory for me. Susan's going to do some fun things! And all the while she's going to have to deal with interesting circumstances, muahahaha! Oh and come on guys, I know your fapping in the background, come out into the light!
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Her phone chirped again and she took a moment to recollect her wits before opening the text, 'You've done well. I've cum all over my hand, but it will be so much better to cum in you. Finish your day's chores. I will be home soon.' Susan smiled as she sat up and texted him back a simple, 'Thank you sir'. Thinking that would make him happy. She plucked up her letter again and began to read on.
'Your luggage should be getting in soon, so I must explain another rule for you. No one is allowed in my home without my knowledge and permission. And I do mean NO ONE. I do not get visitors so there is no reason for anyone to pass my threshold no matter what their reason may be. When your luggage arrives, open the garage door and have it placed inside. You can unpack your things into the left side closet in the bedroom.' Susan was a bit surprised by the seeming random need for Jonathon to keep people out of his home. She could understand someone wanting to have their privacy but the way he made it sound, Jonathon had never let anyone into his home before. The thought of him only allowing her into his personal space confused and thrilled her a bit. She wondered why he was being so anal retentive about it and made a mental note to ask him about it later.
The next two or three paragraphs were just small things that she should and shouldn't do around the house. She was made to do some small menial things around the house like make herself lunch, clean the kitchen, and other things that would normally bore her to death to be specifically told to do them. However, she was constantly excited by both being told to do them by Jonathon and doing them naked with the toys still lodged inside of her.
She was closing all the blinds in the house like he had asked when the doorbell rang. Susan rushed over to the door, picking up her shirt and buttoning it up and then came to a horrid realization. The shirt was large on her, hiding her curves for the most part unless she were to shift to one side or the other, but she was so tall that the tails of the front of the shirt only barely hid the wet spot that had been growing in her panties all day. If she even moved in any direction someone was afforded a perfect view of her sopping panties.
Swallowing as the doorbell rang again insistently, Susan opened the door enough to poke her head out to see a cab driver impatiently waiting on the front porch. She smiled amicably and asked him to wait a minute for her to dry off from a shower and she would open the garage for him to tote the luggage in. The cab driver rolled his eyes at being delayed but Susan didn't really care.
She closed the door and quickly sent a text to Jonathon, 'Someone is here to drop off my things, but my panties are so wet and they show under the shirt you told me to wear! What do I do?' Her phone chirped and she quickly opened the text that Jonathon had sent her and almost made her head explode with the influx of blood to her cheeks. 'Go out and get your luggage. No one is allowed to touch you but me but that doesn't mean that I don't want every man and woman to know what they are missing, and you've interrupted me at work for nothing. I'll have to punish you for that.'
