This is the final part of Nikki's story....for now. I may write a follow on, but part 3 is intended to bring the initial story to an end. So I'd like to thank those who have inspired me to write this. The naïve innocent new to submission is someone I met on Twitter. She is no longer active having withdrawn to focus her time on her 'Daddy' so she will never know how she inspired this story. It was 'kitten' who first stoked my imagination over the idea of a female Domme and a female submissive. I am still in touch with the inspiration for Nikki -- the real life lady isn't submissive and isn't into girls, though I think there may be an exhibitionist in there somewhere. She provided the physical outline as well as some of the lifestyle characteristics. She does know who she is and I am eternally grateful to her for encouraging me to write this. Finally, yes, the Mistress is based on me and no, I've never had a woman serve me. And one more thing, the very first mention of female Domme/female sub came from a male sub who submitted to me a while back -- thank you Sam.
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Nikki was so desperate to have an orgasm. It was almost three weeks since she had agreed to give control of her orgasms to the unknown Mistress who had messaged her through Twitter, almost four weeks since she had last cum. Since her boyfriend had joined in the game and discovered his dominant side, she had lived her life in a constant state of arousal, often subjected to tasks that were designed to stimulate her without offering any form of release. The arrangement was due to come to an end that coming weekend and Nikki had been clinging to the hope that the time with her Mistress in control would end with her being an allowed an orgasm. But it was now Tuesday and her torment showing little sign of ending.
Nikki tried to concentrate on the document she was editing, but the vibrating egg that was inserted in her vagina started up for the third time that morning, this time on the highest setting. She gasped at the shock, surprised that after having worn the egg for almost 10 days non-stop she was still taken aback each time it started up. The egg was being controlled by either her boyfriend Ryan or her Mistress, she knew not which, and was designed to keep her in a permanent state of arousal. Nikki suspected Ryan was in charge as the egg stopped as soon as she had thrown her head back and started to moan, Ryan being within earshot and determined not to let her cum.
Nikki stepped away from the desk she was working at and walked into the bedroom. She went straight to a chest of drawers to the side of the window and took out a clean pair of knickers. Then she stripped off her shorts and peeled the sodden panties from her hips. The egg immediately slipped from her pussy and dropped to the floor between her feet. Sighing, she picked it up and re-inserted it before pulling on the clean knickers and stepping back into her shorts. She threw the wet knickers into the washing basket and returned to her desk. 'This is ridiculous' she thought to herself. 'I'm having to wear panties to keep the egg in place and I have to change them every 2-3 hours I get so wet'.
A little later that morning Ryan brought her a cup of tea, leaning over her back as he placed it to the side of her desk. As he moved back he allowed his hand to gently move her hair from her neck and stroke the skin that lay underneath. Nikki sighed and threw her head back. Ryan moved his hand down to her right shoulder and then raised his left hand to her other shoulder before starting to gently massage her.
'Oh that's wonderful' she said. 'Would you like that job full time?'
'For you, anything' he replied. 'Do you have a minute?'
'Sure' answered Nikki, 'as long as you keep doing that while you talk to me'.
'Remember I said I was arranging a little surprise for your birthday?'
'Er, yes' said Nikki. She had hesitated as she remembered he had also said it was a surprise that would carry on the denial theme.
'Well, it means we'll be going out tomorrow night. Is that OK? About 7.30?'
'That's fine Ryan, where to?'
'That's the surprise' he answered. You'll find out when we get there....sort of'.
'Well this sounds a little odd' thought Nikki, before asking 'OK, so what do I need to wear?'
'It's nothing fancy, jeans and a shirt will be fine. Probably take a coat as I'm not sure how far it is from the car park to the entrance. Oh, and we should probably have a snack before we go. There's food but I'm not entirely sure when it will be served'.
'Fine, well I'll make sure I'm ready for my surprise then. Tell me, will I be allowed out without this bloody egg between my legs?'
'I think as it's your birthday the day after we can make an exception to Mistress's rules this one time. And I'm sorry it's not on your birthday but I couldn't arrange if for Thursday. At least this way you have the chance of two celebrations'.
'Sounds good. A girl can't have too many birthday celebrations after all'. Nikki had already started to think what the surprise could be. She remembered seeing a flyer for an interactive theatre event that was touring and in town. She had mentioned it to Ryan and he'd sounded interested. It involved the audience being invited onto the stage to participate in the play, which had a loose plot but was largely improvised by the actors who gave commands and responded to what the audience did and said. The more she thought about it, the more she could see how it was a fit with her submission, being on display and being told what to do. And apparently there was food laid on as part of the performance, but that might explain why Ryan wasn't sure about timings.
The next day Nikki was ready and waiting by the door just after 7.20. She looked as good as anyone could when working with the directions 'nothing fancy', some figure-hugging black jeans and a turquoise top that featured a plunging neckline, accentuating her best assets. Instead of jewellery, Nikki had opted for a black, fabric choker that fitted tightly around her neck. The look was finished off with some ankle boots.
'You look great, but I'm not sure about the top. It might be showing a bit too much cleavage. How about your grey one?' said Ryan as he came to join her. He was wearing blue jeans and a red shirt with a very subtle blue stripe. He had also gone for boots and he was carrying a rucksack.
Nikki hated the grey top Ryan had suggested. She kept meaning to throw it out but every time she held onto it in case they did any re-decorating. She was surprised Ryan was suggesting it for a night out, but he did know where they were going after all.
'If you insist, but I don't think I'm going to turn many heads wearing that. What's in the bag, baby' Nikki asked.
