His instructions always left her turned on but this time she was particularly excited. He had an entire weekend planned. She wasn't sure how he had gotten away from work, from his very busy life, but she was grateful; grateful, and dying with anticipation. The games they played, the time they spent together, she knew meant so much more to her. He was often distant and while she knew that she fulfilled his every desire, left him wanting no one else, she knew there was something holding him back. He could not let himself go entirely and it didn't particularly matter to her anymore. In the beginning it had, but the pleasure he gave her was so far beyond anything she had ever experienced, she knew there was no other man for her. She knew he owned her.
Long ago, she had been with many others. She had not been hung up on monogamy and cared only about pleasure. She sought to fill emptiness inside her, sought the comfort of others, and quickly learned that her wild ways didn't fill the hole inside of her. Later, she chose to marry a man who she thought would be good for her but he never really excited her. He was nice enough, but she was left feeling emptier than she could imagine.
Her life, her confidence, her entire outlook on the future changed that day nearly three years ago when he walked into her work. She sold men's suits, so she was used to seeing attractive men (as well as some not so attractive ones) but when she looked up and saw him smile at her, calmness came over her. She has tried to explain it many times and each time her words fall short. She knew immediately, at that moment, that he had some power over her, though she had now real way of knowing exactly how much he would ultimately have.
Having just finished a fitting with the most disagreeable, insanely wealthy customer and looking forward to her lunch break, she hung up the merchandise, he had deemed unworthy, to the rack. The doorbell rang and she found it impossible to hide her exasperation as she turned abruptly on her, much too, high heels. He actually laughed at her and sensing her annoyance, seemed to make it his personal goal to give her a hard time.
His eyes, not really green, and not really brown, an indescribable color, seemed to bore into her and strike her very soul as he reached out to shake her hand. Her knees actually went weak and she had to struggle to regain her balance, to which he laughed and promptly pointed out she didn't need to be quite that tall. He continued for the next two hours to make ridiculous requests of her and the more frustrated she got, the more he laughed at her. He challenged her.
Tool played on the car stereo as she sat behind the wheel of her dream car and read the instructions again. She wanted to follow them exactly, any errors would certainly end in punishment and while the punishment would ultimately lead to her pleasure, it also meant her gratification would be delayed.
The note, delivered by a most impressive well-dressed blonde stranger with emerald eyes, a color she had never seen, listed her instructions one by one. She briefly considered whether he had been wearing colored contacts, no one's eyes were really that color, were they?
Sweet Emily,
These instructions are to be followed exactly, any deviation will result in consequences and while I am sure you are familiar with some of the consequences, you may not be prepared for what I have in store for you.
Emily pondered the potential penalties. Their games were not always like this, with him in control. She often got to play the dominant, although she had never been quite so elaborate. She thought fondly for some time about games they had played in the past, realistic role plays of broken down passenger and overly helpful stranger, risky public escapades in parks, restaurants, the book store, and dressing rooms. She could sit for hours thinking about how Jonathon had electrified her life. She never imagined there was a man that could share in her fantasies and was adventurous enough to act them out. The dampness in her panties was becoming more noticeable and her breathing rapid.
Returning to the note, she realized she had already been less than successful at completing the first instruction properly.
1.Leave work immediately. Remove your panties. Open the small box that accompanied this note and insert the contents of the package promptly into your sweet spot. Do not delay in any way.
She realized she hadn't even opened the box wrapped in pink tissue paper. She looked at the clock on her dash. It was already twenty minutes after five. She had spent way too much time savoring her memories.
She opened the box, inside were a set of very large ben wa balls, she had always wondered what they felt like; they had never tried them before. She quickly removed her damp panties and set them on the seat beside her. She inserted the balls in her mouth, they were so large and the unfamiliar metal taste made her initially gag, but she knew from watching enough films they were to be lubricated before insertion. Emily looked around to see if anyone could see inside her car and realized no one was interested; the exhibitionist inside her was slightly disappointed. She spread her legs wide, tilted her pelvis, put her left foot on the dash and slid the balls deep inside. She had expected hesitation but her earlier reverie had made her so wet the balls slipped inside with little trouble. They felt larger than she expected, filled her insides, clanked together as they settled in place and her excitement was noticeable as she removed her fingers. She licked them, knowing he would have made her do the same. She was always surprised at how sweet she tasted, how much she liked it.
She returned to the instructions he sent, wondering what else he had in store for her.
2.Proceed home. Do not stop anywhere. Do not waste time. I will know. Upon arriving, quickly enter the shower. Once there make sure you take extra special care to shave. Do not leave any stubble on your legs, under your arms but most especially ensure that sweet little mound of yours is bare.
Emily started her car, a lime green Charger she had saved for 2 years to purchase, and practically sped home. Every time she stopped or even slowed the balls inside her shifted and she was amazed at the sensation.
Her cat, Mocha, greeted her at the door and she didn't stop to pet him. She quickly went to the bathroom and started the water. She read ahead to the third instruction as she waited for it to warm.
3.Once you have finished preparing your beautiful body for my pleasure you will find your attire neatly placed on your bed. Beside it you will find a bottle of scented oil. Rub the oil onto every inch of your body, do not miss anything, your skin needs to be soft for me. After you finish, carefully dress and apply your makeup and place your hair up; you know exactly how I like it.
I do not need to remind you that you are not to touch yourself in any way that would lead to your own personal gratification. Your pleasure from this point forward belongs to me and it is only with my permission that you will be allowed to reach the point of satisfaction.
Emily quickly removed her work attire to reveal the beauty that he appreciated so. Her legs were long for her frame and were not overly thin but toned and muscular, her thighs powerful. Her flat stomach only made her large full breasts look bigger than they were and her oversized dark nipples stood hard even though the room was filled with steam and warm from the shower. Her curves drove him crazy and he liked the fact that she was not what some would consider thin, she wasn't large either, but curved in all the right places.
She stepped into the shower and was immediately aware of the balls inside her as she grabbed the razor and began to shave her legs, taking care not to miss an inch. When she spread her legs and lifted her foot to the edge of the tub to rid her already quite smooth mound of any stubble she nearly had an orgasm as the balls came in contact with her sensitive spot. The spot he alone knew, he alone could reach. Spreading her large lips she found it hard not to rub her sensitive throbbing button and relieve the pressure building inside. She moved fast to finish the task around her sensitive spots simply because her will power was not what it should be and she knew he would somehow know if she had pleasured herself.
