Several days had passed since the new couple had shared their latest "adventure" as they were calling the encounters. The two longtime friends had reunited after several years apart at a charity event less than a month prior, and the two hit it off very quickly. Both with time and opportunities in their life to explore and develop a transparent and mature relationship in which Katie had expressed a desire and need to be controlled, which would fulfill an erotic fantasy.
Derek with a crafty mind and erotic experiences of his own making had developed a set of plans, adventures that had taken Katie to new levels of erotic torment and gratification.
The first adventure was an introduction to his play barn, a well-furnished woodshop and man cave area that also served as the couple's erotic playhouse. Derek had kept the location of the play barn secret to date, adding to the mystery and intrigue of the adventures. During the first evening he had introduced her to his love of bondage and the buildup of erotic need that over time, lead to mind-blowing orgasms. He was clear that the buildup and subsequent release was the ultimate goal. All of the other kinky items were the means to that singular goal, how much can you build up desire before you cannot take any more?
The second adventure involved a bit of exhibitionism at a local bar, then at the play barn he introduced her to a bondage device called a one bar prison. During her time bound to the device Derek also turned on a webcam for further anonymous exhibitionism. This was new territory for Katie but by the end of the evening she thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
The last adventure involved Katie being asked to be nude under a trench coat at a local drug store, an orgasm in his car, and eventually and very tight and long episode of bondage on a very sturdy wooden bench that served as a bondage table. The couple also experienced intercourse for the first time during the third adventure providing a toe-curling climatic finish to the evening.
Katie had thought many times over during the last few days of all that she had experienced and was curious as to what may be instore for her in the future. She was nervous as the promise of expanding her boundaries was no bluff. She however was more excited than nervous to experience the new and kinky levels of his imagination and planning while those boundaries were being expanded.
It was Wednesday evening and Katies phone vibrated. She smiled as she picked up her phone and read the notification of a text from Derek.
"Hi K! Need to ask a question. Do you have any major plans for the weekend? -- D"
Her heart skipped a beat at the notion of the entire weekend. To date their plans had always just included a single evening. He cannot be thinking about something for the weekend she thought to herself.
Biting her lip as she touched the phone screen she wrote, "Hi Derek! I actually have no plans for the weekend other than work around the house and a few errands. -- K8T"
"That is excellent news. May I impose and stop by your house Friday after work?"
He had never asked to be at the house and that idea was not entirely comfortable with her yet. As she contemplated another text arrived.
"I didn't mention, it wouldn't be for long. I just need to stop by for 20 minutes or so," he wrote.
A smile developed as she touched the screen one more time, "That sounds interesting. Yes, that would be fine Derek. Although it doesn't quite seem fair once again that you know where I live, and I have no idea where you take me when we are together."
"That is a fair point," he wrote back, "but I have never mentioned anything about playing fair."
This caused another smile from her. She knew he was right and also really liked the idea of him not playing fair. He had proven to be very devious and this Friday she knew would be no exception.
"I guess that comes with the territory sir," she replied.
"Indeed. And one last request, previously I have had a no touching rule leading up to our play. This time, I am allowing you to touch, but you cannot orgasm. In fact, I want you to touch and play as much as you want and can, but absolutely no orgasm. Understood?"
The thoughts raced through her mind about how she may be feeling by Friday after playing for two days with no orgasm. Her legs subconsciously moved together and the familiar sensation of her wetness starting was the tell-tale sign she liked the control, regardless of the result.
"Wow. Yes Derek, I understand."
"Very good. I will check in from time to time, but please be ready Friday after work and make sure you are playing before then. All my best -- D"
She sat her phone down and with the interaction and anticipation, she felt the need to play. In her bedroom she reached for the vibrator that she kept in the nightstand drawer and removed her cloths. She fluffed a pillow and laid back on the bed and let her right hand begin to touch her growing wetness while her left hand reached for her sensitive nipples. She pinched her right nipple with authority thinking how Derek will be teasing and playing with her Friday. Her right hand found her clit and started circling the organ resulting in her breathing becoming shallow. She thought of the corset and how the garment constricted her breathing. Before this moment she never missed the tight satin but now, strangely wanted to have it on and also feeling Derek pull the laces tight.
Her hand moved to her other nipple and repeated the assault. How would Derek tease me she thought as she twisted and pulled. How long would he drive me crazy and by what means? With her eyes closed tight she imaged the blind fold and let her hand search for the vibrator. Turning on the device she brought it to her clit and arched her back as the sensation amplified the erotic feeling her finger had been providing.
She moaned and let out a deep breath as she plunged the dildo shaped vibrator into her very wet pussy and arched again as the sensations and intrigue electrified her entire body. She let out a grunt of desire as she continued to use the vibrator internally and touched her clit with her other hand. The double sensation could easily send her over the edge to orgasm that was growing too quickly. She struggled with the desire to cum and the desire to follow his request.
"Damn him!" she exclaimed as she took the vibrator out of herself and stopped all other forms of stimulation.
A shower is what I need now she thought and walked briskly to the bathroom to try to cool down. She kept the water more cool than normal and let it try to settle her desires. After several minutes she dried off and felt better but, in the back of her mind she knew that he wanted her to play again, and to elevate that level again. What was he planning?
Thursday midmorning her phone vibrated with the incoming text message from Derek, "Good morning Katie, have you followed my instructions and played yet?"
Put back initially by the direct question, she quickly recognized her heart rate increasing and the familiar butterflies whenever he took control. This was ultimately her request and she was a victim of the adage, be careful what you wish for.
"Yes, I played last evening," she replied.
"Good start, please make sure you play at least twice today, and once tomorrow before I arrive. As a matter of fact, you should go now to a restroom and touch yourself."
With her mouth gaped she read the text again. A third reading did not change the request. He wanted her to go now to the restroom and touch herself! What were the limits to his requests?
Her workplace did have a semiprivate restroom with a door she could lock. She stood and surveyed the area to determine if any other person might be heading to the restroom. Nervously she walked to the door knowing that every person in the office clearly knew she was up to no good, but of course that wasn't at all true. It's funny how the mind works she thought and reached for the door handle.
Inside the bathroom she locked the door and moved to the open stall. Slowly she unfastened her pants and slid them down. Looking once again around the bathroom ensuring no one else was present, she moved her hand inside of her panties and reached for her sex. She shook her head as she found she was getting slightly wet at the excitement of being told to go touch herself. "Why do I like control so much?" she whispered to herself.
Her finger pressed harder against her sensitive clit and rubbed in a circular motion causing her to inhale sharply. Her body quickly responded by signaling the need for more stimulation. She moved her other hand to her chest and found her hard nipple and squeezed firmly. She inhaled yet again and held her breath as the erotic shock coursed through her body.
Listening intently to her own sounds she made sure to be as quiet as possible so as not to alert any of her coworkers to her kinky behavior. Her body craved more as her fingers pushed against her clit and then worked inside the wet folds. Her other hand moved from her nipples to her wetness and assist the inserted hand by playing with her clit at the same time.
It would not take long for this amount of pleasure to build past the point of no return and erupt into a much-needed orgasm. She thought of this and struggled with her body's need to relief contrasting with her command not to orgasm. Not wanting to disappoint Derek she reluctantly slowed and then stopped the self-torment.
Using some paper toweling she dabbed her wetness and tried to clean herself as best she could. A few moments later she took a deep breath to compose herself and reached for the doorknob. Walking back towards her desk she imagined every pair of eyes were staring at her in either disapproval of her recent actions or bewilderment that she didn't finish the buildup. In reality no one had any other thought than it was like every other trip to a bathroom.
At her desk she reached for her cell phone and opened the message app. "Reporting in. Completed the requested play task. And before you ask, I did not orgasm," she text to Derek.
"And how did that make you feel? Playing at work?" he returned in a text to her.
Biting her lip, she thought for a moment still feeling the tingles and her growing aching need from her recent play, "If you wanted me turned on, wet, and needing more, mission accomplished."
"Perfect. Well done," he replied. "You will really find Friday interesting!"
Reading the text reply did not make her feel overly enthusiastic about the next adventure. "Interesting" she thought was certainly a code word, one that did not portray feelings or thoughts of excitement, relief, satisfaction... No, interesting certainly meant that it would be a new experience and one that was sure to be another form of torment that he loved. Smiling, she knew deep down she would love it too.
As requested, later that evening she played again and used her fingers in a similar fashion as before in the restroom. Knowing that it would not take much effort to build her desire, she carefully and slowly touched and played, feeling the ache build. The decision point approached again, and she had to contemplate to finish and deliver the orgasm she desperately desired or to obey the command and stop. More difficult this time, she finally said, "Damn it, Derek!" as she moved her fingers away from her dripping sex and withered on top of the bed as her desire was boiling.
"The playing is turning out to be not fun!" she wrote to him via text, the frustration very clear.
"I understand and thank you for following the request. I will take care of that tomorrow after work. Hang in there."
