"Look inside yourself. Look deep. I think you'll come to see that it's in your nature to do what I've asked." Those were the words Jack said to her last night before leaving her in the bed, wanting to cum, but untouched, unsatisfied. After she heard the apartment door close, she lied still in the bed, the room lit only by a single votive candle on each nightstand, replaying his words in her head, demands really, several times. She reacted as if she was shocked by his requests, but she couldn't deny there was an element of excitement in them. Gia had had similar fantasies herself, fingering herself to them more than once. Each time cumming hard but feeling embarrassed as well. But those were only fantasies. If she acceded to him, his demands, in real life, what would she see when she looked in the mirror?
The illicit fantasies started to seep back into her thoughts again and Gia tried to distract herself by thinking about her schedule for tomorrow. Her attempts at deflection had little effect. It was like the mind game when someone tells you don't think of an elephant. The thoughts he had planted were the elephant. The images in her mind were powerful and she couldn't deny her arousal as she began to feel a wetness between her legs, the triangle of silk covering her pussy dampening. I don't care what he says, I deserve to cum, she told herself, as she slowly slid two fingers under the emerald silk and began to caress the soft skin, as if one was touching their eyelid, just above her clit, letting them frolic lower, over her pussy and into the hollow between her lips and thighs before returning them to gently stroke around her clit. She avoided touching it just yet, teasing herself and causing her clit to swell further in wet anticipation.
She thought about Jack's words tonight and how he wanted to take her and use her body. How he would instruct her to please him while bound to the bed while his cock was buried in her cunt or pressed against the back of her mouth. Her fingers increased the pressure slightly. As if to test it, she rolled and squeezed her clit very gently between her thumb and forefinger. Its release from that grip was more intense than the grip itself, foreshadowing the wave of pleasure to come. She was on top of him now, riding him, using his body now, denying his wishes. Her fingers pressed a little firmer now as she thought about riding down on his cock and how she would grind against him until she sensed the release coming. Her wet fingers swiftly carried her to the point of no return where she promptly lost control and succumbed to a boiling orgasm that rolled through body. It started between her legs and tremored to her toes and the top of head. Her body arched and twitched with each wave of pleasure, but her fingers held firm between her legs squeezed between her thighs, wringing every last bit of pleasure from her pussy. Gia exhaled deeply. She didn't care about his words anymore and sleep soon overtook her.
The morning winter sun made her eyes flutter. It was low in the sky and streaming onto her face through a slit where the shade didn't quite meet the window frame. "Shit it must be late," she mumbled as she roused from a deep sleep. She pulled the comforter up around her shoulders and reached for her phone and scrolled through a litany of overnight messages from clients and friends. She hadn't thought of Jack since she woke. Last night's orgasm and deep sleep had quelled thoughts of how she and Jack parted last night. But now she saw two unread messages from him. With a sigh, she tossed the phone on the bed and made her way to the shower. She would save those messages for later.
The sleep began to wash away as the hot water cascaded through her hair and down her shoulders, breasts, and legs. Her breasts were round and full, but not large, with perfectly proportioned nipples that peered straight ahead. As she lathered her body, she lingered over each nipple for a brief moment, tempting each to respond before working her way lower. Gia liked her pussy bare and smooth, and with practiced technique she put one leg up on the shower bench and quickly cleaned up between her legs. This always provoked a memory of how, when she and Jack first slept together, he discovered her in that pose in the shower, one leg up, spread open and pussy half shaved. He walked right into the shower in his black briefs, pushed them down just under his cock and entered her from behind, pumping her hard and cumming quickly and explosively. Her finger dragged over the hood of her clit as she checked her razor work. Her pussy was smooth and clean from above her slit to as far below as she could reach. She would be glad she took care of this later.
Like most office workers, Gia had been working from home since the pandemic began so there was no need to dress up for the office, but she always wanted to look professional during the work week, even working from home. She could not understand the way some people on video calls had stopped caring. She still began every workday by picking out the lingerie that reflected her energy for that day. Today it was a lacey indigo panty and bra set. The inky purple contrasted nicely with her skin in the places that it was never touched by sun. The silk was as smooth as the shaved skin between her legs. She pulled the waist snug around her hips then turned around to admire her ass. The silk of the thong nestled its way between her firm round cheeks. Gia ran her hand over one side and gave it squeeze. She knew her hips were one of her best features and often detected men, and women, taking them in more than just casually. She clasped the bra behind her back and with three fingers pulled up slightly on the top of each breast until they properly filled out each cup. The delicate lace did an intentionally inadequate job of hiding her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts spilled the tiniest bit over the top of each cup. Parsing through her wardrobe, she extracted a pair of slim black pants. The Elastane in them caused them to cover her hips and ass like a second skin. Her blouse was a silvery white with sheer sleeves. It buttoned in the front and revealed just a slight glimpse of her bra only from a high angle This should be fine for video, she thought.
The dining room table had become her pandemic desk, and she flipped through a stack of papers while waiting for the usual stragglers to join the call. Mixed in with her bills and work documents was an odd black envelope that she did not recall receiving or seeing before. It was sealed, but nothing was written on the outside. No address, no return address, no markings . . . nothing. She could tell by the feel there was piece of paper inside, or maybe two.
"Gia?" a voice called her name. "Gia are you on mute?"
Gia snapped her attention to the call, "Sorry, I was, uh, reading something . . . the status report."
"Do you have anything to report this week?" It was her client contact, Tom Backer.
"No, Tom. The team has been moving forward with the implementation, and I think we'll stay on schedule for the rest of this month. We're moving a lot of technology out of the country this week and I will remind the team to be mindful of the export regulations and maintain the log."
"That sounds good Gia. We really appreciate your oversight on that."
As the others took over the discussion, Gia held the envelope between her thumb and finger and tapped it against her other palm three times. She held it under her nose, until she realized her camera was still live, and that one tiny face was staring back curiously. The envelope gave no clues, but she thought is must be from Jack, and maybe it was an apology for last night. She wondered, why would he come prepared with an apology? Or, maybe he wrote it before he left? But where would the envelope come from? He brought one?
As the gaggle of clients and other consultants carried on, she took a butter knife left on the table from dinner last night and slit open the top of the envelope. The inside of the envelop was silver, like the kind of envelope one would use for special invitations. She was half expecting a note written on black paper in silver calligraphy. Instead, it was simple sheet of white ruled paper with a handwritten list. At the top of list were the words "Learning to Submit." It was followed by twenty numbered phrases, broken into three subheadings of "Obedience, Pleasing You and Discipline."
Gia's brow furrowed as she thought about whether to keep reading or toss it straight into the trash can under the table. She read on. Under the title, the author had written: I hope you looked inside yourself. If you have, and are true to yourself, by following these instructions you will make us both very satisfied. It was a parting entreaty to her and it was left knowing she would find the unusual envelope on her desk the next day. She began to skim further down, jumping forwards and backwards.
1. I will not hesitate when responding to you or in obeying you.
7. If I become aware that your cock is hard, I will ask if I may please you in any way, regardless of where I am or who may be present.
16. I will apologize for disobedience by saying "I am sorry, Sir".
10. Without your explicit permission, I will not cum.
"What is this shit," she whispered into the air.
