Stepping into the elevator, i'm already sure the people around me know. It must be a pheromone i give off, some nervous hyper sexual energy, though "submissive" isn't exactly written all over me as i continue some idle, mindless talk with a few people from my last class- my composure is in place for now. There's this sense of hesitance that grips me but only momentarily, as i wait to cross the street to the library. i could just take the train home now, and pretend that none of this ever happened. How does He know i'll follow through, anyway? It occurs to me, that, yes, He knows i will be there shortly, He knows i will follow His explicit orders. He can be confident in this because He didn't ask, He told me. He knows because He'll be watching my every move Himself.
The second floor is brimming with people-more than i expected for early Friday evening; immediately taking a seat is not an option. Shuffling of papers, half-murmured muttering into cell phones and the low, excitable chatter of students in little groups is amplified by my state- flushed with anticipation. i smooth down my white silk button down and run my fingers through my hair as if this sense of being watched was just paranoia.
The instructions were clear, the day rife with progressive tease- upon waking i'd take my vibrator on a morning run, tucked into the pouch of my hoodie, shave carefully in the shower without any indulgent lingering touch and go about the rest of the morning as usual.
Standing there, i'm aware of the fleeting eye contact with every man i see. A few lingering glances to my frame let me know it's not a man with thick white socks stuffed into his loafers- too obvious- and breathe a sigh of relief. i wonder if He's close-by or watching from afar, or perhaps He. . .
"Are you . . .?"
Shaking out of my daze i look up to see a well dressed man (a professor? A peer? my Dom?) smiling amicably down at me, collecting his papers and pushing in His chair.
"Excuse me?"
"you look like you could use a seat."
Thanking him, embarrassed at my flighty appearance, i take my place at the desk top he had been occupying. i busy myself trying to look casual, at a loss as to how i can subtlely follow instructions. The first ones were so much easier to execute, though harder to stand- i thought back to my second set of orders that morning, halfway through my second class.
Leaning against the wall, i had pulled out my vibrator from his hiding place in my purse. Grateful that no one else seemed to be around, i slid the controls to "low" and gasped as it made contact with my sensitive, slick clit, its loud whirring echoing in the stall. As instructed, i teased myself until breathless, famished for my Dom's cock, and absolutely soaked. i turned it off reluctantly and whimpered slightly as i slid the vibrator into my hot, needy cunt. Pulling my panties back, low on my hips, i had whined at the thought of His next command- sit attentively through my next few classes, ignoring my stuffed, craving pussy and take notes as per usual.
