You didn't know when it would come, though you obsessed about it every day since you found yourself on your knees in front of a gloryhole. Every time your phone went off, signalling a text, you grabbed for it, looking for those three little words again.
Four weeks later, you were about to break my rule and reach out before it was time. How and when I decided it was time was a mystery to you but one thing was evident, I enjoyed making you suffer. Days blended into nights, leaving you with only the memory of a warm, flesh and blood cock in your mouth and the promise of what was to come.
Lying in bed at night, you found yourself restless, often bringing up the email, as though to prove to yourself that you didn't imagine the whole thing up. The correspondence existed of a short exchange between you and the mystery man on the other side of the wall.
ME: Thank you for using my slut mouth and making me cum all over the wall. The next time we meet here, I want you to breed my ass and make me shoot my load all over the toilet like a nasty fuckslut.
HIM: Well, that's a hell of an invite after generously giving me the use of your very hungry mouth.
ME: What can I say...I'm a giver when properly motivated?
HIM: Ahah. Well, she was very insistent I agree to the gloryhole, so I understand that.
ME: So, I take it you've already agreed to another meet up?
HIM: I'll be there.
Your heart stutters at the thought. Fuck. Could you go through with it? Sucking a cock was one thing, letting a man...a stranger...fuck your ass, was another. There were moments over the last few weeks where you wanted it and, in those moments, knew you could go through with it. What if, when the time came, you couldn't do it?
God help you. The waiting was going to kill you.
******
The sound of a text message pulls you from your sleep and you almost ignore it, determine to sleep in on your Saturday off.
You last less than a minute before a hand shoots out to grab your phone off the night table. You were too deep in it at this point to pretend ignoring it was even an option.
Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you squint, heart stopping at the words finally appearing on the screen.
HER: I dare you.
"Shit!" Heart jack-hammering in your chest, you sit up in bed and switch to email, scanning for my message.
Our D/S relationship was a strange one, consisting of the exchange of deep, dark secrets and a series of dares that I challenged you with. It had started out small. Sucking a dildo, wearing a butt plug to work, messaging men online; all to push your boundaries. My rules were simple. Complete my dare and there'd be another one to follow. Reach out before I was ready or fail to complete a dare and game over. Things got serious on the last dare and this one was no different.
"Rise and shine, Nate! It's go-time. 1pm. Same place as before. Same code word as before. It's time to see if all that anal training has paid off, slut! I've either driven you mad with waiting or let things cool enough for you to chicken out. Text me when you're in the bathroom...no hand holding this time."
You cringe at "hand holding", recalling when you were moments away from high-tailing it from the meeting spot before I called and helped convince you to enter the building. You feel almost paralyzed at the thought of getting up to that washroom under your own volition. A month with no communication from me and only your own thoughts and doubts to keep you company was actually really brutal.
But then that was the point of all this, wasn't it? Pushing yourself out of your comfort zone to explore the things you wanted sexually...being submissive to a Domme. Failure was not an option at this point. Failure meant the end of this wild rabbit hole you'd been in and at the end of it was me...at least, you hoped.
You throw your phone to the bed and head off to the bathroom to get ready for what will undoubtedly be another life-changing experience.
******
You pull up to the building, the same one you've driven by a dozen times in the last four weeks, wanting to relive the thrill of the last dare, and park between a motorcycle and a non-descript white van, wondering if one of them belonged to your mystery man.
"Fuck...please don't be a man in his mid-life crisis or a child stalker," you whisper out loud, trying to calm your nerves.
Once inside the building you make your way up to Jeff's place and knock loudly, wishing like hell you could hear my comforting voice in your ear like last time.
Still as good looking as you remember; Jeff answers the door with a lazy smile. "Code word?"
You clear your throat before saying, "BBGL."
"Follow me," he turns to lead the way.
Every footstep draws you closer to that room, four walls that held your biggest, most secret craving until I unleashed it.
You could do this.
You HAD to do this.
Jeff pauses at the entrance to the bathroom, leaning against the door frame. "My money was on you chickening out."
That pulls you from your internal pep talk and you bark out a shocked laugh. "You in the loop too?"
A shit-eating grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. "Your lady friend is something else." He straightens up, pushing the door open and nodding toward it. "She never doubted you though so make her proud."
You walk into the bathroom with a renewed sense of confidence, closing the door and pulling your phone out of your back pocket before dropping down to sit on the closed toilet seat. You eye the darken gloryhole and feel your cock stiffen immediately in a Pavlovian response.
After a deep, steadying breath, you fire me out a short message and wait.
******
I keep you waiting for two long minutes before my face appears on the screen, signalling a video chat.
"There's my slut," I say excitedly when you accept the call.
I see relief on your face and you immediately smile back. "I'm here."
"All by your little self too...I'm so FUCKING proud of you!" I bite my lip trying to contain the rush of adrenaline that's making me feel like my skin might burst.
"Four weeks was too long...I almost broke and contacted you." Your eyes communicate more than the words you whisper.
I nod, knowing the feeling all too well. The days were long and the night's longer, taking every bit of self-control I had to stay dark. "And yet you didn't. You're stronger than you think."
"I'm not sure if it's strength or infatuation," you admit with a resigned smile.
"It's strength. Infatuation wouldn't have gotten you into this bathroom again. That's why I waited so long...I needed to know this went deeper than trying to impress me," I say, certain.
You take that in before saying, "Please don't wait that long again."
"I won't," I say, solemnly.
Relief transforms your face and I wink back at you.
"So, how much time do I have... before he arrives?"
Looking at the time on my screen, I say, "About 15 minutes...I'm not rushing you through this."
You blow out a sigh. "Part of me is relieved and part of me wants to rush through this."
I smile knowingly. "What part of you wants to rush through it?"
"The part that needs you here with me to actually go through with it."
I stick my tongue out at you. "I AM here."
You roll your eyes on a laugh. "You know what I mean...HERE here."
"I don't want things to be that easy for you."
You nod and a slight frown forms on your face. "Nothing about YOU is easy," you confess. "You have this ability to make me want to be worthy despite that though."
I let my eyes dance over your face not saying anything at first. "I promise you...it will be worth it, Nate."
A hundred things are reflected in your eyes and I know you want more...NEED more from me but I don't let you put them to words. "Tell me...did you jerk off thinking about what would go down in this room next time you were here?"
