I receive a text message from you as I am leaving work, "Good afternoon sweet Wife, when you get home go take a long shower and wash away the day's stresses. When you finish showering rub yourself down with lotion paying special attention to your breasts, nipples, and labia. (DO NOT HAVE AN ORGASM. You do not have permission to come until I am deep inside you.) Braid your hair when you are finished with the lotion. Then go to the living room where you will find a box on the mantle with some tools and further instructions. I love you." I read the message and I blush, my nipples harden, and heat spreads through me. As I drive home, I wonder what you have planned. My mind races, imagining the possibilities.
At home, I take a hot shower and scrub myself clean. I am already wet and as I wash my mound, I can't help but stroke my clit a few times. God, I want to come but I pull my fingers back. I will obey you in this as in everything. I finish my shower and quickly towel dry. Then I begin to rub lotion into my skin. I start at my feet, then work the lotion up my legs. I massage my legs while I work. I move my hands up my thighs. My touch becomes lighter and gentler on my skin. I am stroking my fingers up my inner thighs toward my mound. I am so aroused. I do not want to touch myself because I am not allowed to come. However, I follow your instructions and slide my lotion-covered fingers onto my labia. I work the lotion first into my outer labia and then I move my fingers between my folds and rub the lotion in there. I am so wet, and I want you so much. I cannot wait until you come home to me. I pinch my clit between my forefinger and my thumb and stroke it. When I am right at the edge, I remember your instructions and I move on. I put lotion on the rest of my body, spending extra time on my breasts and nipples. It is agony to caress and squeeze my nipples while I am this aroused. I finish applying the lotion and I braid my hair in pigtails.
I remain naked as I walk to the living room. Your instructions did not give me permission to dress. I find the box on the mantle with a set of written instructions. The box also contains a set of sliding nipple clamps, a clit clamp, a blindfold, and my noise-canceling headphones. Your instructions say, "Take out the nipple clamps, pinch and roll your nipples until they are taut and place the clamps on them." I pause in my reading and do as your instructions command. I begin to pinch, roll, and tug on my nipples until I feel pain mix with pleasure and my nipples become hard pearls. I place the clamps on my nipples. The pinch of the clamps hurts but in a delicious way. I pick up your instructions and read the next part.
"Take out the clit clamp. Stroke your clit slowly five times and then put the clit clamp in place." I put down the instructions and shiver with anticipation as I take out the clit clamp. This increases the tautness in my nipples and they ache. I feel my juices begin to slide down my thigh. I reach between my legs and slowly glide my fingers down my clit. I count the strokes. On the first one, my clit throbs and my pussy tightens.
"Oh god," I wonder how I am going to get through five strokes without coming. I take a deep shuddering breath to calm myself. I slide my finger down my clit a second time. I moan. I need. I want. I am so wet. My clit is throbbing. I pull my fingers back and squeeze my thighs together. I hope this will help but a shudder goes through my entire body. My eyes tear up. I take several deep breaths. I know if I come you will be disappointed and I won't get whatever you have planned. I bite my lip, spread my thighs, and stroke my clit again. I bite down harder on my lip. My body jerks. I snatch my hand away. I am shaking. I do not come.
I stroke my clit a fourth time but I breathe through the pleasure this time. "I can do this," I think. I slowly stroke my fingers down my clit a fifth time. I cry out. My clit is swollen and aching with need. I quickly place the clit clamp and I am nearly undone. I take several deep meditative breaths. With shaking hands, I reach for the instructions.
"You are a good sweet wife. Did you come? Take the headphones and place them in your ears. Play the thunderstorm track we listen to at night sometimes." I put the noise-canceling headphones in and play the track you ordered. It is loud and I cannot hear anything else.