A brief embrace in the driveway this the morning signals to me a day of chores and longing that will not be fulfilled until late evening when the drains of our time finally retire for the night. As you get into the van in the morning, your thoughts turn to the day ahead. The clients, supervision, and the irritating coworkers to come; oh what wonders the day has in store. A few stops for breakfast, a drink for later and the occasional chat on Facebook to highlight the monotony of a tiresome drive and you arrive at your destination: friggin' work!
As you enter the office door, your secretary welcomes your arrival and announces that you have a package waiting for you in your office. Sitting upon your desk is a medium sized brown UPS box addressed to you with a return address adhered that simply reads "OPEN NOW." What could it be? What is he up to now? These thoughts run through your head. Should I wait until later? Your curiosity and willingness to follow directions get the best of you as your tear into the box like a child expecting a prized gift on Christmas morning.
As you peel open the flaps, you are briefly puzzled to see a black canvas bag similar to the ones at home. You are briefly scared of what this could mean for you. What does he have in mind? Christ, I'm at work. As you pull out the bag, a small slip of paper falls to the ground. You bend over to pick up the paper and your skirt slides up every so gently on your thighs. You are startled to hear nearly inaudible "Oh my" coming from the speaker on your computer. What was that? Who's there? Am I imagining things? Fuck me, I've finally lost my mind and now I'm hearing things!
Just as the growing number of questions about your sanity begins to subside, you hear my voice begin to play out over your computer speakers. "Good morning, Little Girl. Before you is another bag of tricks that you WILL use throughout the morning at my command. I shall signal your ability to open the next bag within the bag with a soft "DING" tone that will chime from your computer. You will find five bags inside the larger canvas bag. Each is labeled 1 through 5. You will be prompted to open each bag with my tone and instructions will follow. Your computer is equipped with a web cam that I have accessed as well as a boost port for remote control. This is not theater of the mind; I will be watching you through the morning to ensure your compliance. Let the games begin." Uh-oh.
Before you can process what is happening, you hear the first "DING!" Like an eager child willing to please, you open the large black canvas bag. Inside you see the smaller bags. You withhold your desire to open each and instead find the one labeled, "BAG #1" Inside this bag you discover a small personal sized purple vibrator like the ones we use on dates. "This device is warm and desires to tickle your clitoris throughout the morning. You shall now welcome this into your pussy. Your concerns about your job are not mine, only yours and my pleasure. Any objections are dismissed at this moment." With slight hesitation, you hike up your skirt and gently side the purple bullet of your curiosity into your warm, tight and desiring pussy.
Just as you are starting to get used to the fullness that the vibrator brings your fuck hole, it starts to buzz across the top of your clit, like the feel of my fingers quickly against the place where my clit meets the hood. It begins vibrating across the top of your clit until the sensation is more than you can stand. It's a powerful, sensitive feeling that it's almost too much for you to handle. After a few moments or squirming in your chair and biting of your lip, you begin to feel that swelling of your clit that signals you're pending orgasm. You grip the armrests of the chair, ready to release as the vibrations stop. What madness is this? "Your pleasure is not to be achieved yet," I announce over the speaker. Sit up and prepare for more. "DING!"
You find a very small bag labeled "BAG #2." You begin to hesitate to open the bag when a vibration grips your clit and startles you into action. Inside you find a set of nipple clips. "Begin" is all that is said. Turning to face the computer you start with your right nipple, working it with your fingers until it becomes erect. It responds slowly at first, but within a minute it is at full attention, and quite ready to be held that way. You rip open the nipple clip packaging, and eagerly loosened the first hoop. Next, you place it over your nipple, and began tightening it.
The feeling is surprisingly pleasurable, and you very quietly, unconsciously moan. You tighten it as tight as it would go, and then look at your handiwork in the reflective monitor. Your pink nipple is held captive by the black nylon, with the brass color chain hanging down from your breast. You pull at the chain, gently at first, but then more and more roughly. You can feel the wetness return between your legs now. You stop playing with the chain to put on the other hoop. In the same way, you played with your left nipple this time, making sure it is ready for its slavery to the new toy. It stands at full attention now, and you slide the hoop over it. Quickly you tightened it, and moan once again from the pleasure you now felt on both breasts. The sight of you, with your nipples tightly clenched, connected by chain, turns you on even more. "You fucker," you moan. "DING!"
"Such a dirty mouth on my little slut. Such a mouth needs to be taught a lesson. You will skip ahead and open bag number 5 now." Barely able to sit upright from the exquisite sensations on your nipples and the occasional pulse of the remote controlled clit vibe, you manage to reach into the black canvas bag and extract "BAG #5" from the mysterious container. This bag is by far the heaviest of the bunch and clearly the largest. You place the bag on your desk and begin to open it. Inside you find the thickest most realistic flesh colored dildo you have ever seen. It's 10 inches long and you have concerns about whether it will even fit inside your tight pussy.
