The voice on the phone paused. She took a minute to take a number and state that she would get back to them shortly. She left her desk and plodded off to the bathroom in search of a cool towel for her forehead. She thought if she took a moment to get up and walk around it would clear her head and banish the feelings that seem to be overtaking her. She went to the end stall to pee. She closed her eyes again, this time almost welcoming the relief in privacy. She touched her breast, knowing that one side would be indeed sore. She traced her nipples with her fingertips and then played with them. The blossomed into hard little knots, which made her take them between her thumb and forefinger and thump them hard. She was remembering the sensation of him getting ready to put the nipple clamps on her. Grabbing them both hard and pinching them she relished the sensation of pain.
It was a prelude. She touched her clit thinking that no one would know. It stuck out hideously after stewing all day. Her cunt lips were swollen. She could smell herself. There were obvious cum tracks on her panties from her juices being wet all day. She imagined herself with her ass in the air, face on the bed covers with her hands tied neatly to her ankles. He would be punishing her ass for this. He would be poking around with the anal beads. They would slip in and out, much like a dipstick on a car. The big one would be pushed in slowly letting her ass take it in and then without a thought are popped out. Her cunt would be slick with a toy vibrating until she came close to coming. Then he would turn it on low: letting her struggle to recover.
She realized there was someone in the next stall. She worried for a moment that the shifting around that she had been doing had her discovered. She quickly flushed and exited the bathroom.
It was apparent there was no relief. The part of him he left with her each time was ingrained. It was true. There were times that she wished for him physically. She had an appetite for feeling his balls tucked in close to her lips when she sucked on him. She was fond of feeling him inside of her. She knew the comfort of the feeling of having her cheek on his shoulder when she no longer had the words to speak. Each foray into the quiet part of her day were parts of these memories that she relished. She was at the point of frustration with herself that if he suddenly appeared there would no question. She would surrender the details of her day and deal with the consequences. She wanted to feel the tips of his flogger splaying their warmth across her body. She could remember the way his eyes looked at her as he took her ass with his cock, slipping it in while holding a vibrator to her clit so that he could tease her along. The sense of control, that clearness in the chaotic sexual frenzy and the sense of safety from the rest of the world was the thing that kept her from cumming, at least this time.
