He waited nervously, wondering; in the cool crisp air, sat on the park bench clutching a bag which contained the items she had instructed him to bring. A deep sense of anticipation, intrigue, puzzlement and fascination welled in him as he waited for her. Three days had passed and he had followed each of her instructions, precisely. Now he ached to see her; be graced by her presence; warmed by her power. Her cock strained within his trousers, as his pulse beat deep within his mind and his breathing caught against the cold air.
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Early, on Wednesday morning, he had received a text message alerting him that he had received e-mail. Frantically, he scurried into work and opened his account; finding her communication. Her demands were defined and clear. As his eyes scoured the screen and he absorbed her words his heart and soul leapt with initial dread and fear, and then welled with gratitude and excitement.
"My slave,
you will not hear from me for the next few days, except for my instructions.
As usual, you are NOT allowed to touch yourself in my absence!
In the meantime, you MUST complete the following tasks:
1. you must purchase a small notebook -- bound in black leather.
2. you must ensure you are free this coming Friday.
3. you must await my next communication."
Immediately, he felt a deep sense of remorse that she would not make contact with him for some time. He deeply needed her daily contact to assure him of his position and now she was denying him this pleasure. He understood that she was testing him and he knew he would have to focus, hard.
He made arrangements so that he would be available to her on the Friday, which was not an easy task. During the lunch-hour he busied himself around the local shops looking for a suitable notebook. His entire body glowed and his mind swooned as he picked up various items and stood, swathed by the usual warming submissive blanket while carrying out her wishes. Finally he settled upon an exquisite, gold-leafed notebook which, although plain, was expensive. He stood, holding the book for a moment, smiling at his choice, hoping it would please her.
The rest of his day was entirely fruitless. His mind and soul starved of her contact only made him more aware of her influence over him. Without her, he was nothing. He knew that now. His heart ached for her control and contact; the gaping hole of her absence only made his inner need consume him even more so.
Returning home from work he curled into his bed earlier than usual and hoped that sleep would ease his inner pain. It did not. He slept fitfully and woke several times during the night. He ached to contact her, but knew it was forbidden. He must await her next communication.
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"Beep" - the phone in his pocket announced the arrival of a new text message. Shuffling on the park bench he reached for his mobile and clicked the 'READ' button. Shocked, he sprung to his feet.
DID I SAY YOU COULD SIT??
He stood beside the empty bench, feeling chided and foolish. He should have known she would be watching him. A young woman walked past, pushing a double stroller ahead of her. She looked over at him, having watched him leap from the bench as if something had shocked him, and wondered why this man was now standing there, head bowed, like a child who had been told off by their mother. He felt the young woman's eyes fall quizzically on him as he blushed momentarily. If only she knew -- but she would never understand.
Head bowed, he focused; and waited.
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Upon his arrival at work on the Thursday he discovered another e-mail from her which had been posted late the previous night. She knew he would not be able to open the mail until his arrival at the office on the following morning.
"My slave,
Whatever your plans are for this evening -- change them!
Today you will purchase a tube of hair remover.
When you get home this evening you will complete the following tasks:
1. you will bathe and ensure your whole body is deeply cleaned.
2. you will apply the hair removal cream to your genital and anal areas.
3. you will prepare a work suit, as usual, to wear tomorrow."
His face flushed, reading her words, and his eyes scanned the room quickly to see if any of his work colleagues had noted his embarrassment. He was safe. Apparently, no one had noticed.
Again, during his lunch-hour he made his way to the local shops and spent time carefully considering which depilatory product to buy. The choice was limited. Her cock hardened during this task. He knew he was fulfilling her wishes; pleasing her with his actions. Eventually, he reduced himself to asking the middle aged shop assistant which of these products were especially designed for sensitive skin and felt a deep dread as she smiled a cheeky smile as she handed the tube of cream and change back to him. He shuffled, sheepishly, out of the shop feeling belittled yet touched. Again, she had manipulated him through yet another highly submissive yet remote situation.
Required for meetings and important work issues during the afternoon he struggled to find his work focus. She filled his mind and his whole body raged with a desire for her contact. He composed three separate text messages but deleted them all before sending them. He must await her next communication, she had written. On several occasions he locked himself away in a small rest room and sat with his head swimming in his hands, wondering how he could possibly last the rest of the day without her. Her cock and balls danced their own cruel dance within his suit and he wished he could just turn time forwards to tomorrow. She was driving him to total distraction.
Repeatedly, throughout the afternoon, he checked his e-mail account in case she had written to him and he might have missed her words. There was nothing. He felt he would explode if she did not break her silence soon. At the end of the work day, the office slowly emptied of people and he was left alone in this cold, clinical space. He picked up his phone and looked at it, longingly, wishing her to spring forth through this humble device. Nothing. He nonchalantly finished his work and then sat for a moment in contemplation. Need overwhelmed him and he clicked 'CALL' as her number glowed out at him from the small screen. Shaking, he held the phone to his ear and nervously waited, listening to the mechanical ringing tone. He knew he was taking a huge risk. Breaking her rules could lead to big problems for him, but he could not resist his ever-growing need for her. No answer. Voice-mail. He disconnected; too embarrassed to leave a message.
