I guess it's really my own fault. I took the picture. I admitted my attraction to her friend. I even confessed my secret fetish for sexual humiliation. And yet, when you combined that knowledge and used it against me, well...it was something I never anticipated.
We'd always played around with sexy messaging — in e-mails, IMs, and text messages. I always enjoyed it. It allowed a freedom of fantasy that you just can't really achieve when the constraints of reality prevent certain...well...activities from being practical in real life. You were always creative, and you knew just what buttons of mine to push when we chatted. I only hoped that you were excited by our little conversations as well. But the creativity of what you did that day...well, you outdid yourself.
It began as it always did, flirty little text messages that build slowly into a sexual fantasy. It had been going on for nearly an hour, with breaks between messages at certain times. It didn't matter, though. My mind filled in gaps between our communications, and I had become incredibly excited. You'd been even more engaged than usual today in our conversation, asking me to put on a pair of your panties and a ball gag and to take a picture of myself to email to you. I guess you just wanted a little porn for yourself at work, so I did it, nervously. When you received my email, I expected a response back telling me how hot you thought it was. Instead, all you wrote was...
Ha ha ha. You look ridiculous.
I wasn't really sure if that response made me more irritated or aroused, but my cock did grow harder. Our sexy messages continued, you taunting me with games and activities you thought it might be fun to try, me expanding on your ideas as I touched myself. You must have known how hard you were making me, because you always get more creative and excited when you have me at maximum arousal.
Feeling especially devious, you told me to go put your silk panties back on, then find a butt plug and stick it up my own ass. I swallowed hard as I read such your blunt, forward commands, then went to the bedroom and followed the instructions. Then, a few moments later, your next message came:
Have you done it?
I replied in the affirmative.
*giggle* You must look like a total loser like that. OK, lie on the bed and touch yourself for me. Think of all the nasty things you wish I was there to do to you. But don't you dare cum.
Then another note:
I may not let you cum all weekend.
I moaned a bit, rubbing my hard cock through the silk panties, my ass throbbing a bit. A minute later, your next text came:
By the way, I'm not at work anymore.
