I sat at the long wooden table in the staff meeting with Stacey Willard at ten fifteen that morning, half asleep. I wore a white blouse and a black skirt with black pumps as I bounced my heel to keep from sitting still for too long. Stacey went over the new authors we'd added to our ranks over the last year. Snow rained beyond the window behind her, powdering the gorgeous city of New York that towered endlessly into the hazy distance.
I'd zoned out since I was no longer involved with the upper management dealings anymore. This was just a courtesy visit as I was still part owner of the company. No, I was just an author for Endless Nights Publishing after having stepped back from administrative duties. It was too much work trying to play author, editor, and publisher.
I gasped, my eyes widening. Everyone at the table looked at me as I put my hand to my mouth. The unbearable vibration coming from my vagina had been sudden and unexpected. "Sorry, a sort of... uhm, nightmare." I smiled, my face going red as the Vush vibrator stopped.
Thomas was horny and he wanted me to know it. Who was Thomas? That's a good question because I'd never met him before. And yet, he had a stronger hold upon me than even my husband at that time. My husband, Max, was in Europe and scheduled to be there until the middle of January. It was part of his three month winter tour, and that left me to my own devices when it came to my needs and satisfactions.
I'd met Thomas on Tumblr while trying to keep up with social media duties. I almost never checked Tumblr, but I kept a porny queue of hot-wife posts and such that I kept secret from Max. Thomas was one of those dominant types who liked to race-play who had been following me for a long time. He occasionally sent me some naughty race-play texts about me belonging to him.
I told him to knock it off as I was almost ten years older and likely knew my way around the sexual world better. That sobered him up a bit. I've dated guys from Tumblr, Tinder, and KIK before, but I'm a traditionalist when it comes to dating. I like to let the chemistry build in person. But I also crave attention.
After we discovered that we were both in New York, Thomas had invited me to play a little game with him if I was interested. I'm always interested in trying something new so I asked him what he had planned. He told me that there would be a package waiting for me at the Starbucks on 58th Street across from Columbus Circle. It would be behind the counter and all I needed to do was ask one of the baristas if there was a package for Cindy behind the counter.
Being overly cautious, I had a friend pick up the package. The barista had no idea what it was or who it was for so the guy gave it to my editor friend, Jason, without question. Jason brought it up to me the previous morning and I opened it in the bathroom to find a brand new--unopened--Vush pink vibrator inside. Thomas had included instructions on how to send him the bluetooth code after I'd turned it on. I sent it to him and we did a little test run, me laughing as he made me wet and pink. His next instruction was to put it on the next morning and leave it in throughout the day.
I was bored so I did. That's when things got interesting. Thomas had control over me. He had my orgasm in the palm of his hand at any given time of the day--a complete stranger to me. At first, the feeling was hot and I'd gotten wet just thinking about it, knowing that it was there. It had only been on that one time in the office and only for a few seconds, but the situation had made me gush and fill my panties uncomfortably.
"What happened?" Jason asked as we walked back toward the elevator after the meeting.
"Nothing, just maybe a stomach cramp." I said. We grabbed some lunch and chatted, Thomas exercising patience. I wondered when it would happen again, when he would make me lose control. After we re-entered the publishing building and exited the elevator, it hit me. I stumbled and grappled for the wall, my diaphragm tightening for a few seconds before I ducked into the nearest restroom. I sat on the toilet in the stall, sighing with my legs apart and shaking as I came.
The vibration continued and I checked my phone messages. "How does it feel to be owned?" He texted.
"I need you." I texted back, really and truly wanting a full length cock right now over this stupid toy and his games.
"Not yet. We have another game to play." He texted back.
"You're driving me crazy!" I texted.
"Let's see how obedient you've become. There's another package waiting. If you remove the vibrator, I'll know."
I doubted that was true. There was nothing about the product that said it could sense when it had been removed or not, but it was part of the psychological game Thomas was playing. I left it in, getting through the rest of the day without making too much noise as I smirked angrily when it started vibrating.
I'm a woman and I'm in full control of my functions. I thought that, but after a while of the Vush thrumming and stimulating me, I closed my eyes as Stacey continued droning on about marketing statistics as I focused on the vibration. My heart beat faster. I thought of Thomas and feeling him inside me. I licked my lips and took a deep breath to realize that everyone was looking at me again.
"Cindy, did you hear what I asked?" Stacey asked.
"No." I said, my eyes wide. Thomas had turned up the sensitivity to half as I swallowed hard, looking at Stacey without reacting. He left it there and he left it on, the mother fucker. "W--what is it?"
"Your books have the highest selling E-book rate, and we were hoping to convert that momentum over to some of the new authors. We were wondering if there was a method or tactic you like to employ when working your social media outlets."
I sat there for what felt like thirty-seconds staring off into space. The hum of the vibrator was quiet, but it was next to impossible to coordinate any coherent thought. "Networking." The word slid from my lips lethargically. "Lots of networking." I closed my eyes intentionally and took a shivering breath as the monotonous roll of the Vush tempted and coaxed me toward yet another orgasm.
"Oh... kay." Stacey said. "Moving on...."
"What's going on with you?" Jason asked in the hall after the meeting was over.
Thomas had killed the vibration at last, but the damage was done. My underwear was ruined and cleaning up the chair under me before leaving was awkward. "It's nothing." I said. We parted ways outside, me taking the subway uptown to Central Park. I got off at the Columbus Circle exit and went into the Starbucks where there was yet another package waiting for me. I took it, but before leaving I asked the barista guy how much whoever paid to leave it there.
"I'm not sure, but I think the guy paid the manager like a hundred bucks to hold it." He shrugged. "That's just what I heard."
I went to the restroom and opened the parcel to find a note from Thomas on another package. "Now that you're sufficiently horny, Cindy, I'd like you to come meet me or I fear I might lose this primal desire I've stirred within you to some other stranger. You are such a slut and we both know that. I'd like you to leave your panties and bra in this box. I think we can both agree that they belong to me now. It's cold out for now, but the warmth is waiting for you. Come get what you need."
The address and room of a hotel was at the bottom. I opened the second package to unravel a silver, jewel-encrusted butt-plug. I scoffed at it, tossing it in my hand. It felt supernaturally cold. I put my soaked thong in the box and hiked my heel on the toilet seat. I tongued the corner of my mouth, running the plug into my vagina to moisten it before pressing it into my bottom. It hurt and I breathed frustratedly as the fat rounded part flexed and stretched. There was a little pain followed by a mixture of relief and stimulation as the big part slipped inside while my rectum clutched the plug. It hurt for a minute, but this wasn't my first butt-plug experience.
A sudden shock of vibration made me fall down on the toilet seat as the Vush went to half. Someone knocked on the restroom door. I'd been in the bathroom too long. I gathered myself and the parcel, putting my bra in with my panties. I didn't have big breasts so I wasn't sure how this was going to be a turn on.
