When she checked her mail, she noticed the number of emails, mostly silly forwards and notes from friends. Just as she was done deleting the last of them, a new email popped up. She immediately recognized the email address ... her Master. He often sent her tasks and notes during the day. Grinning, anticipating, she opened the message.
As the message came up on her screen she noticed it had just one picture. Just below the picture were two words in bold type: "Our slut." Then, in regular type, her Master had written "Just wanted to give you something to think about pet." Her heart started to pound and her mind raced as she stared at the image. He couldn't possibly mean what she was thinking. The image showed an attractive young girl on all fours being taken by both a man and a woman. The obviously Dominant female had the girl's pig tails wrapped around Her hands and was guiding the girl's mouth to Her own cunt while the Man fucked the girl from behind.
As she tried to go about her day, desperately trying to focus on anything but that image, she tried to think of how to tell Him she wasn't sure that this was something she could do ... if that's what He really meant. Maybe she was misinterpreting the email, she tried to convince herself.
Finally, mid-afternoon she sat down to write Him an email, and she noticed that while she she'd been away from the computer He had sent her another email. When she opened it, she read, "Bet your mind has been racing, pet. Are you thinking about how to get out of it? How you can't do it? But I know you, little girl. I bet your cunt is dripping with the thought of it, the humiliation of it. You're trying to tell yourself you don't want to be used like a slut, but your cunt is throbbing with desire. Before you send the email that you are planning on writing, think about how your cunt feels, how it throbs, think about never feeling that release, never getting what you need. Because it is your choice, pet. But know that your Master wants you to be His little pet in more ways than what we've shared thus far. Your Master thinks this will please us both ... not to mention Samantha. Think about it."
She read and reread what He had written, her mind battling back and forth between being ... she couldn't hardly say it or think it ... used by another woman as he watched, and disappointing her Master. Her mind fought her body. He was right ... she couldn't deny how her body was reacting. But ... having another woman play with her, command her, her mouth pleasuring another woman's body. For the rest of the day she thought of nothing else, she couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, because she could think of nothing else. Could she do it? Did she have the strength?
With each passing hour, her need to cum grew, and as her need to cum grew, she could feel herself thinking of being at the mercy of another woman, submitting to Her simply because her Master wanted it. By the time she checked her email late that afternoon, about an hour before her Master was to leave work, she was a complete bundle of nerves, still not having decided what she was going to do.
