I'm waiting for you, as you instructed, naked, kneeling, eyes down facing the bedroom door. My hands are clasped behind my back and I'm shaking in anticipation. My pussy is shaved completely smooth and I'm so wet that I can feel the moistness dripping down my swollen lips and coating the insides of my thighs. Per your instructions I've prepared and laid out our toys on a clean white towel at the foot of the bed. Including the three new items you told me to purchase while you were away. It's been a week since our last encounter, since that amazing earth shattering night where you tore me open and laid me bare, my body and soul raw and bleeding in your hands. That night I finally submitted to you completely; I gave you the greatest gift I had the power to give, the gift of myself and we haven't seen each other since then. You were called away for work the next morning and it's been extremely hard on both of us. That night changed things. I found something within myself that night that I never knew existed, and we connected with each other on a level that can't be explained, only felt. Since then, having you away from me has been excruciating. Of course we've talked on the phone, and emailed and texted, but it's not the same.
Since you've been gone you've still been careful to make sure that my "training" hasn't stopped even though you weren't here to personally oversee it. Before you left you told me that I was going to have several tasks to fulfill while you were away. My first job was to go to the store to purchase some new toys. You left the choices up to me, with three caveats. One toy had to be something you could use to whip me with; the second toy had to be a dildo or butt plug, something that could be placed inside me and worn when we go out; and the third item I was to purchase was a collar. A symbol of my submission to you. You knew that making me buy these items, the implements of my torture, would test my limits and turn me on at the same time. And you were right. At the store as I perused the walls of dildos and cases of straps, whips and riding crops, I could feel my pussy tingle and moisten at the thought of all the deliciously wicked things you would do to me with the toys I finally bought. Eventually I settled on a riding crop- I knew you had wanted one, a glass butt plug and a thick leather collar with nipple clamps. I'd been wanting to try nipple clamps for a while and when I saw the collar I figured it would be perfect. The clamps were removable too, so if you didn't want to use them you could take them off. I was so aroused by the time I left the store that I played with myself on the way home in the car. That was the other task you had set for me. I was to play with myself every day, but not come. And I was to call you when I was touching myself to describe to you what I was doing, and also, I think, to ensure I didn't come. Of course, I wouldn't have lied to you if I did slip up and come anyway and you knew that, but I think at this early stage since you couldn't physically be there you wanted to be as much of a presence as possible. Even if it was only over the phone.
In the car on the way home, I put in my headset and called you. You didn't answer so I left you a message.
"Hello, Master, it's me, your dirty little slut." I said to your voicemail, "I just left the store and I bought the items as you instructed and now I'm so turned on I'm playing with myself. My dirty little cunt is so wet right now I'm sliding my fingers up and down my hot wet slit and it feels SO good! I'm so close to coming- it's been so long! But I won't. I'll just keep playing and teasing my dirty slut pussy for you and wait for you to get home. I can't wait to see you. Bye." And I hung up.
I played with myself the whole way home, bringing myself right to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. It was delicious, excruciating torture, and I knew you'd be pleased with me.
And that is how the week went very slowly by. Every night I'd call you and you'd instruct me to touch myself, to fuck myself with my dildo or my vibrator. You'd tell me to pinch my clit or my nipples, hard, harder until you heard me squeal in pain. You had me violate my own ass with my new butt plug and take a picture to send to you. You'd listen intently as I masturbated, paying close attention to my panting moans, my increased breathing, my gasps of pleasure until you knew I was right on the edge and then you'd tell me to stop. I'd lie there, sweating, my skin on fire, my cunt clutching and spasming desperately, frantically, crying out for release and you'd laugh. You could feel my frustration over the phone and you fed off it.
"Not yet, kitten." You crooned into the phone. "Not yet, but soon."
And now, tonight is the night. You are coming home. You're going to be here any minute and I am waiting for you, as you instructed, naked, kneeling and facing the door. I can feel the slickness of my cunt when I shift my weight. My shaved pussy lips slide smoothly together, caressing each other making me even wetter. I feel a trickle run slowly down my right thigh. I need you so badly. I need you to touch me, use me, break me and make me come. I hear a car drive up and a door slam. You're home. You take your time coming inside and taking off your coat. I listen closely to your movements downstairs trying to ascertain what you're doing. I can't tell, but it sounds like you're pouring a drink, taking off your shoes, going to the bathroom. Whatever you're doing it seems to be taking an eternity while I wait here naked and kneeling, dripping and aching for you. I think you might be making me wait on purpose, drawing out my agony and anxiousness. Finally, I hear you ascend the stairs. You open the bedroom door and my heart about leaps out of my chest. You are so sexy. So strong and masculine. My pussy twitches at the site of you standing there. From where I am kneeling, my eyes are level with your groin and I can tell that you like what you see as well. Your cock is starting to throb and swell in your pants. I keep my eyes down as you instructed, though I really want to look at you, to see your face, your smile, to see how much I've pleased you by following your instructions.
I hear you put down a glass on the dresser and then I hear another sound, the sexiest sound ever, the sound of your belt buckle as you slide the leather from around your waist. My cunt clutches involuntarily and I moan quietly.
"Hello, little one," you whisper. "My God how I've missed you."
You reach down to lift my chin with one finger so I'm staring up into your steel blue-gray eyes. I start to tremble with want, with need. You lean in and brush your lips against mine and I can taste the liquor on your breath. Your tongue snakes into my mouth, parting my lips roughly and assaulting my tongue. You grab the back of my head and force your tongue deeper into my mouth, possessing me, pressing me to you, lifting me off the ground and into a crushing embrace. My nipples stiffen against the coarse material of your dress shirt. You shove a leg in between my thighs and I start to rub my needy cunt up and down your leg, spreading my juices all over your slacks. Still kissing me, you grab my ass with one hand and start to knead the flesh roughly, running your fingers up and down the crease to my pussy and back, lubricating my hole before shoving your finger deep in my ass. I'm starting to get close to coming, I'm so aroused and so turned on from the week of denial that I'm afraid I might come just from humping your leg. Then just as suddenly as you started, you stop. You push me away roughly, holding me at arms length. We're both breathing heavily, starting at each other through eyes glazed with lust and I realize that you just came close to losing that control you'd so carefully cultivated over the past week. I quickly bow my head, to show you I know my place, and also to hide the slow smile that came from the knowledge I had just gained.
You reach out and grab my left nipple. With a sharp squeeze you pull on it and twist it. I squeal.
"You dirty little slut. I'll wipe that smile off your whore face." You hiss as you slowly torture my nipple. Apparently I didn't lower my head quickly enough to hide that smile.
With your other hand you reach down and without warning shove two fingers deep into my soaked cunt. I groan and spread my legs farther apart. Using the fingers that are inside me, you pull me closer to you. You press your thumb hard against my clit.
"Oh, God Sir! Please!" I moan. "Please what slut?" you ask. "Please, oh GOD I think I'm going to come." I shudder. I'm so close, so so close I'm afraid I won't be able to stop. "No. You do not have permission to come yet, bitch." You say coolly as you twist your fingers inside me. "OH" I sob, desperately trying to hold back the wave that's threatening to crash over me.
Then suddenly your fingers are gone and I feel you move away from me. You walk over to the chest at the foot of the bed where I've placed all our toys. My impending orgasm begins to fade and my body relaxes a little. I see you out of the corner of my eye, inspecting the toys. I've placed them all on a clean white towel and I wrapped a bright red bow around the new riding crop I bought for you. You pick it up, smiling, and then smack it against your hand, testing the sting and bend of the instrument.
"Come here." You command me, without looking over.
I walk to you and stand there awaiting whatever you have in store for me. You look at me and reach a hand out to caress my cheek.
"Look at me, kitten." You say. And I do. "You've done a very good job following all my instructions. I'm very proud of you." You lean down and tenderly kiss my forehead. I feel like I'm glowing. "Show me the toys you bought and tell me what you were thinking about when you picked them out." You tell me as you turn back towards the erotic display.
"Well, Sir, you found the toy I got for you to whip me with. I know you wanted a riding crop so that's what I bought. Sir, I got so wet when I was buying this, just thinking about you tying me to the bed and spanking my dirty slut pussy with it." I say, blushing and looking down.
You look at me and smile. "The red bow was a nice touch, kitten." You say. "And what else did you buy?"
"The glass butt plug, but you already knew about that one from the picture." I say motioning towards the small glass plug sitting on the towel.
