A fog descended across my mind. Ruth continued to coach me through a series of exercises, but I found it impossible to concentrate on anything but the thought of Conrad and Erin together.
The pictures of them stuck in my mind like superglue. Had the ugly truth really been sitting in front of me all along? If they were having dinner together now, the thought of what they'd be doing afterwards brought me close to vomiting.
We headed to the shower once we'd finished our workout. I looked down, and the marker pen scrawled above my pussy felt even more pronounced.
Sir's
I'd labelled myself as
his
property. The slightest hint that I'd been betrayed stung worse than viper venom.
As soon as I'd changed and said goodbye to Ruth, I tried to call him, but predictably, his phone was switched off. Uncontactable tonight, just as he said he would be. Sitting on the bus home with nothing else to distract me, I couldn't stop thinking about what he might be doing with Erin. I started to hyperventilate as I pictured them kissing, touching, undressing...
Stop it, Carla!
I told myself I was being stupid, and to stop my imagination running wild. I could only resolve this by asking Conrad himself, but confronting him over the phone would make me look insecure. Instead, I decided I'd wait until I could ask him face to face.
The next morning, I woke with a feeling of trepidation that completely contrasted with the post orgasmic swagger I'd felt yesterday. Still, I wanted to please Conrad, and show him how badly I wanted him. I chose a blue, knee length dress, and sent him a photo. My phone rang immediately.
"I'm very impressed, Miss James," he said. "Did you enjoy the gym last night?"
"I did, thank you, Sir," I replied. "Although I would've enjoyed it a lot more with your company."
"Well, I'm sure we can arrange that," Conrad said. "You never know, I might even be able to arrange some private jacuzzi time once I've finished putting you through your paces."
"You definitely won't hear me complaining about that, Sir!" I grinned.
"Well, an obedient girl always deserves reward," he went on, "and you deserve to be treated for your obedience today, Miss James."
"You'll never hear me turn down a reward, Sir!".
"I'm sure you wouldn't," he chuckled. "You're going to come for me today. However, I'm not going to make it easy for you."
"What do you mean, Sir?"
"Your orgasm will be on my terms, Miss James, and if those terms aren't achieved, there will be consequences."
"You know how much I like you having control, Sir," I replied, trying to flirt a little. "It's what gets me so worked up, even when you're not here. You know I'd much rather come with you inside me though."
Wherever he was, I imagined him having to adjust his trousers a little.
"Trust me, Miss James," he said huskily. "I cannot wait to be inside you again either. Today though, my terms are far simpler. You will come for me, but you will do so at work."
My heart stopped.
"I can't do that, Sir. It's impossible. I'll never get away with it."
"I'm sure you can find a way, Miss James,"
"No way, Sir," I pleaded. "School is so busy. I won't have a chance."
"I must say, I didn't expect you to be so resistant," Conrad said smugly. "I thought this would be a nice way to break up the day?"
"A reward is always a good thing, Sir," I said. "There's just no way I'll get away with it at work."
"Well, it sounds like some incentive might be in order then, Miss James. If you don't manage to orgasm today, then you'll be forbidden from coming for two weeks."
"Two weeks, Sir!?" I protested. "That isn't incentive, that's criminal."
"Well you can think about how criminal it is as you go about your day today, and maybe you'll find some motivation, Miss James. Either way, I know you'll do exactly as I say anyway."
"Why's that, Sir?"
"Because you're intrinsically wired to want to please me. You can't bear the idea of not following my instructions to the letter. That's exactly why you've sent me pictures of your outfits without any reminding from myself, dressed exactly as I asked."
"You know I want to please you, Sir, but this is too much."
"I know you'll find a way, Miss James," he ignored my pleas. "I need to get going now, but I expect you to keep me updated with your progress."
Conrad's instructions consumed me for every second at school. The sane part of my brain kept telling me that it was impossible; There was no way I could get away with it. However, as much as it annoyed me to admit it, he'd been right earlier. I couldn't bear the thought of not pleasing him, and the ever growing deviant, perverted corner of my mind quickly took over. It kept formulating plans, each darker and more decrepit than the last, and the worst thing was that the more I thought about them, the wetter I became.
Carefully, I devised a plan. Location would of course be crucial. I needed somewhere I wouldn't be disturbed. Timing would be key too. The less people around, the better. Eventually, I settled on what I deemed to be a sensible course of action. Butterflies fluttered away in my stomach as I waited, but when the bell signalling the end of the school day sounded, I decided to make my move.
I'd decided that the English department's stationery cupboard was exactly the place where I wouldn't be disturbed. Even though it was situated at the back of my own classroom, I still crept in like a child playing a game of hide and seek, checking over my shoulder that I wasn't being watched, before shutting the door with the softest of thuds.
I flicked the light on, and the sight of every classroom supply imaginable greeted me. Reams of paper and exercise books stacked like modern age statues surrounded the walls, along with what must have been literally thousands of pens, rulers, staplers and glue sticks.
A surge of adrenaline raced through me now. I swear I'd never felt my heart thump against my chest like this before. The cupboard could just about accommodate two people, so didn't feel particularly cramped, but cobwebs dotted around the ceiling, as well as a dingy, musky smell that could only be explained by years of neglect, gave the space a foreboding feeling.
Putting aside any nerves, I hiked up my dress. It was now or never. I pushed my hand inside my underwear. I was soaked, an all too familiar feeling these days. I smiled, finally revelling in the arousal I'd suppressed all day, and decided this was the perfect time to update Conrad.
I pulled my knickers down to my knees, and easily slipped a finger past my folds, before taking a selfie of my bottom half.
Wish you were here with me now, Sir.
Immediately, my phone rang.
"I'm very impressed, Miss James."
"Thank you, Sir," I groaned a little, trying to tease him.
"I must say that I didn't think you had it in you," he went on. "I thought this would be too much after the way you protested this morning."
I gasped as I pressed my fore finger down on my clit. "You were right, Sir. I do it because I want to please you, and you know how much that turns me on."
Conrad chuckled. "You're a very good girl for messaging me too. Now I get the pleasure of listening to you come again."
"I've been wet all day thinking about this, Sir," I moaned as I ran my whole hand over my mound. "Please don't edge me like you did last time."
"You know how this works, Miss James," Conrad replied curtly. "You'll do exactly as I say, and I won't remind you again."
"Yes, Sir."
"A finger in your pussy now," he commanded. "Feel how wet you are."
I moaned loudly as I pushed past my folds again.
"I'm soaked, Sir," I groaned, "soaked for you."
"I love how needy you've become, Miss James; always so wet and eager to please me. Taste yourself for me now. Suck on those drenched fingers and tell me how you feel."
I didn't dare hesitate. I pulled my finger from my pussy and pushed it past my lips, sucking hard and devouring my juices.
"Please, Sir," my voice stuttered as I begged. "I need to come so badly."
"No," he shot back. "You'll come when I say. Put two fingers in your pussy now."
Of course, I complied. Like the obedient little lamb I was, I allowed myself to be led down the garden path to total depravity without any thought as to the consequences.
Hidden in a stationary cupboard, dress hiked up and two fingers thrusting back and forth from my drenched folds, I'd lost all sense of reality. My dark, musky surroundings became a blur as I lost myself in my own pleasure; my moans only interrupted by encouragement from Conrad.
"You sound so fucking sexy, Miss James," he growled. "I wish you could see how hard you've made me."
"I need your cock so badly right now, Sir," I cried. "I wish I could stroke it, kiss it, then suck it hard. Good, I'd love to have it inside me right..."
The familiar creaking of my classroom door opening forced me from my trance. Why the hell hadn't I locked it? For a few seconds I froze, listening to the unmistakable thud of shoes clicking across the carpeted floor, getting louder and louder until they stopped just outside my hiding place.
"Miss James, are you okay?" Conrad asked.
My breathing stopped as I tried not to utter a sound. I hadn't heard any more footsteps, which could mean only one thing. Whoever had come into my classroom, stood directly outside the stationary cupboard door. After what felt like an eternity, I knew I had no choice. I had to communicate with Conrad somehow.
"There's someone outside, Sir," I whispered as quietly as I physically could.
Conrad paused.
"And what do you want me to do about that exactly, Miss James?"
"I need to stop, Sir. I can do this another time."
