Julia did not know if she had cum in her sleep, but her dreams were certainly riddled with steamy sex. The doorbell chiming had awakened her to the intermittent vibrating from the toy, she stood up groggily, her knees a little weak. The object lodged inside her help strengthen the fact that she was completely subject to anothers desires. She pulled on her robe and walked into the living room to open the door to her small apartment, yesterday's revelations running through her head once again.
She frowned when she realized her front porch was empty save for a 5"x5" box wrapped in brown paper, Julia picked up the package before closing and locking the door behind her. A blinking light off one side she blushed to the roots of her hair and looked down self-consciously.
Her short robe barely went past her upper thigh and besides that, she wore absolutely nothing. After waking up on the couch last night, she had stumbled, half asleep into her bedroom. There she, as she usually did, stripped down to skin and lay naked on top of her covers. The vibrator somehow managed to stay in place. The thought of him watching her, made her stomach clench and turn; first in those moments when she stripped down, and then as she tossed and turned in her bed.
The reasons for her incredibly x-rated dreams became clear, she wondered about him sitting there watching her in sleep, turning the toy off and on the see her reaction. She tried to remember if she had reached an orgasm for him even that was only on his whim.
The beeping of her instant messenger service brought Julia back to herself. The constant feeling of the dildo was making her realize exactly how much she had to pee. Curious as to how she was going to manage to go to the bathroom while still following his orders, Julia crossed the room to the computer screen and sat at her desk. The IM window floating there on her screen made stomach clench. The screen name was unfamiliar, although she knew who spoke to her.
Strictly:
Good morning, slut. I gather your sleep was not very refreshing. I am sure you will be glad to know all the cameras are equipped with microphones, so you will not be typing your replies, you will be speaking them.
Strictly:
This will make the day's events so much easier on you. Now give me a sweet good morning whore, and then open your present. Really, you should feel very lucky with all the gifts you have been given lately.
It took a moment for Julia to fully comprehend what the message said and even then, she had to reread it to be sure. The thought of her entire life coming down in shambles around her drove Julia onward.
Still her voice wasn't very loud, even to her own ears. "Good Morning."
Strictly:
Louder
The second time Julia's voice came out stronger, "Good Morning."
Strictly:
Sir, you will call me Sir. At all times, understood.
"Yes, sir, Good morning Sir."
Strictly:
Good girl, now the delightful habit you have of sleeping above covers, naked like a whore will continue. That ridiculous robe will not. I want you to take it off, slowly, in front of a camera. Don't forget to open the package, I won't tell you again.
"Yes, sir."
Julia's hands trembled as she reached for the knotted belt at her waist. She followed his instructions and stood, turning to the camera on the mantelpiece. She remembered what he said about doing it slowly and inched the cool silk of the robe down her shoulders. The red fabric soon slid over her hardened nipples and Julia felt herself becoming incredibly aroused knowing he was watching. Soon enough the robe was a puddle of red silk at her feet.
Julia returned to her spot at the computer and eyed the package sitting on her desk, her pussy aching at the ever present but never quite enough action of the vibrator.
Strictly:
Mmm... so hot, I wonder if you'll be wanting it as much when I have you thoroughly speared and begging on my cock.
Julia's hands tore at the paper trying to ignore the words glaring on the screen in font of her. The package contained a small electroshock device with sticky pads to affix to her body; coming out of the black device was a USB cord.
Strictly:
I see you're astounded into speechlessness. I deserve the ability to punish you for minor indiscretions without having to threaten to reveal our little secret. You can't learn to be a good girl without some reinforcement.
She didn't believe this could be happening really. Julia stared mutely at the cruel device in her hands.
Strictly:
Answer me whore, then thank me for the gift, while you're putting it on and hooking it up of course. I believe you've already earned my ire several times over.
Julia's eyes glazed over in fear. However, she managed to still her hands and remove the backs to the sticky pads. Before saying in a shaky voice
"No Sir and I want to be good. Thank you for the gift."
Strictly:
Good girl, now I want two of the conductors to go on your nipples and the remaining one right above your clitoris. Then plug the transmitter into the USB port and the other cord into the wall. Afterwards back the chair up until you can see your entire body on the screen, lean back and spread your legs.
