Thanks to ebony4whitemen for help with editing and for giving advice (if you like the story it's because of Ebony, if you don't; that's my fault).
If you haven't already read part one, I'll set the scene: Assistant Librarian, Effie, has met a man ('H') who has promised that he is the one to give her all the pain and humiliation she needs. He has told her to wait in a small toilet room with her mobile phone and plastic hair brush. She has followed his instructions and is beginning to feel cold.
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Effie had been sitting cross-legged on the toilet lid for at least half an hour. The cramped washroom doubled as a makeshift stores and was cluttered with boxes of old library books, stacked untidily against the walls. The cell like room was damp and musty, with a single naked bulb that hung dimly from the cobwebbed ceiling,. Five feet in front of her lay a grey wooden door that the petite 23 year old had locked as she came in.
Her phone rang.
At last!
Effie thought and quickly answered it. The phone was silent.
"Hello?" she said tentatively, her left leg fidgeting and her heart racing in combined anticipation
"Are you where you should be?" It was 'H'.
Her whole body responded to the sound of his voice. It caused a feverish heat to surge through her, bringing a feeling of nervous and excited unreality. Two empty weeks had passed since he punished her with those rough, merciless fingers and ever since, she had longed for him to use her again. Yet Effie couldn't keep back the feelings of doubt, whatever he had planned, she prayed it would not be beyond her. The anxious insecurity mixed with an overwhelming need to please, left her mouth dry and thick.
"Yes." she replied shakily, her weak voice sounding as if it belonged to someone else
"Good girl. And do you have your hair brush with you?"
"Yes."
"Well done, I suggest you brush your hair then."
Effie clumsily swapped the phone from her right ear to her left and picked up the pink plastic brush. As she began to run it through her long hair, Effie couldn't help but look for some reassurance:
"I was worried you weren't going to ring me again." she said apprehensively.
"Were you?"
"Yes."
"Did you lie in bed at night feeling sad?"
"Yes I did."
Did you think of me?"
"Yes, every night."
"While you were lying in your bed, feeling so sad and thinking of me, did you touch yourself?"
"Yes, every night." her voiced wavered once more as the growing arousal took hold; the chill of the small room forgotten. Uncrossing her stockinged legs, she spread her thighs as far apart as the tight denim skirt would allow. Her panties, damp from half an hour of wet expectation, stretched stickily across her sex. Effie's breathing quickened and she swallowed dryly, but dutifully continued grooming her streaked black hair.
"And did you sometimes tease yourself with your little pink brush?"
"Mmmm." she moaned, recalling the dark, night-time fantasies that had plagued her ,"Yes I did."
"If your daddy knew what you do with your brush, he would be disgusted."
"Was it wrong of me to use it?" she asked whist slowly gyrating her ass back and forth on the closed lid, causing the thin cotton panties to pull over and in to her slit.
"What do
you
think?"
"I…I think it's the sort of dirty thing a slut would do."
"But you are a slut, aren't you?"
"Yes I am."
"So how could it be wrong?
Effie's pussy ached for attention, his condescending words left her desperate to stroke her swollen and demanding clit. It had been ignored and left untouched for too long.
"Please…I…" she failed to find the words, such was her need.
"What is it? Do you want to play with your filthy little cunt?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want to play with my filthy little cunt."
"Not yet my dear. Put down the brush and take off your pretty panties."
Replacing the phone and brush, she stood up and lifted up her black skirt until it had bunched around her waist. Hooking both thumbs over the panty's waistband, she pulled them down. The elastic was almost at her knees before the deeply buried crotch sprang free from her pussy. She threaded them down over her knee length boots and carefully stepped clear. Picking up the phone she sat back down. The skirt, still gathered around her waist, gave Effie the freedom of movement to open her porcelain legs very wide. She tingled with pleasure as her freed sex was exposed to the cold air.
"I've taken them off." she said, slowly running her left hand up and down her parted inner thigh.
"Where are they?"
"On the floor."
"Pick them up."
She did so, noticing the moist and creamy crotch had picked up small pieces of grit from the unkempt concrete.
"What colour are they?"
"Pink."
"To match your over-used brush no doubt. Are they wet?"
"Yes they're very wet because I want you so much."
"How touching." 'H' said sarcastically. "Sniff them."
Effie laid out the soaked cotton on her left palm, brought them to her face and breathed in the musky aroma.
"Do they smell nice?"
"Yes, they smell of my cunt."
"Kiss them."
Her full lips began caressing the pink material, leaving behind faint traces of dark lipgloss.
"Lick them."
How could I be doing this?
