Sitting on the back porch, Andrew sips His coffee, remaining quite dry as a cool spring shower falls upon the mountainside. Between the coffee, the sound of the rain, and the sight before him, the morning is definitely quite pleasant.
Perhaps thirty feet away, kneeling in the grass, josephina fondles herself, as previously instructed. her clothes are soaked as she strokes between her legs with one hand, the other hand moving sensuously across her chest. Part of her mind is conscious of the pair of eyes upon her, another part worries about being seen by anyone else despite the secluded mountain setting, but the majority of her mind is focused upon the sensations created by her hands and by the cool rain.
her eyes closed, josephina tries to imagine herself from the Dominant's perspective. There is no hint of a bra showing through her white t-shirt, allowing her hardened nipples to further tent the thin fabric. The light-blue ruffled miniskirt is naturally raised by her spread legs and by the hand which strokes her womanhood through skimpy black panties. her lips are parted as she breathes loudly in reaction to the work of her hands. her head tips backward, long fire-red hair dangling behind her while thousands of cool droplets of water cascade down her face and neck to burrow underneath the torso's thin covering.
Hearing movement from the porch, josephina lifts her head and half-opens her eyes. her Master steps back inside the cabin, leaving her to her ordered self-pleasure. Watching the door and the windows, she searches for a glimpse of Him, part of her curious as to what He plans for the rest of the morning - certainly He would not force her to kneel and seduce herself for several hours until lunchtime. When she sees Him again, He is at the counter in the kitchen; when He comes into view again, He steps back through the door; He has poured himself more coffee. Once again, her Master sits and watches her with keen interest.
It is embarrassing, even humiliating, for josephina to be so wanton in anyone's presence. But with Him, she knows that she need not fear anything.
As her clitoris twitches yet again under the manipulations of her questing fingers, embarrassment and humiliation give way to desire and love.
Despite the need for something inside her, the submissive reluctantly keeps her actions outside her panties. Without the specific instruction to penetrate herself, she knows she will be punished if she gives in to her need. But since she has not made any punishable offenses in several weeks, perhaps it is time to disobey Him.
As she pulls at a nipple and threatens to tear the thin t-shirt with her effort, she leans backward, giving her Master the best possible view of her disobedience. Closing her eyes, she waits a few seconds more, reveling in the feeling of wetness both within her and upon her, before finally slipping the scant material aside and working a pair of fingers into her burning depths.
If He had not actually seen the penetration, the Dominant had certainly heard the submissive's satisfied reaction to the prohibited act.
"Stop and approach!!!"
