After Mary felt sure he was gone she stood up and got dressed. Her ass was still stinging from the intense spanking she'd received. She was feeling a chaotic mixture of abashment and guilty excitement. The insides of her thighs were sticky from the slick juices that had flowed from her and her pussy shamefully ached in need of being fucked. As she was tying her tennis shoes she heard the restroom door swing open and she froze, her heart began to pound thinking he'd come back after all. But then she heard the person going into a stall and bang the door closed. Mary calmed herself and remained silent, waiting for the other woman to finish and leave. Once she was alone she emerged and went to the sink. Her mouth tasted vile and she cupped the water to her mouth and gulped it in, vigorously swishing it to wash any remnants of him from her. She wondered if he'd punish her for that, too, if he'd still been there. Then she looked up at her reflection.
Her face reddened as she thought of what she'd just done with him. She felt somewhat degraded and tried to soothe her conscience with the thought that she'd had no control. She tried to ignore the fact that she'd enjoyed it. The whole experience had been frightening yet thrilling, rather like a ride on a roller coaster. How strange that people got a rush from being scared. One reason had to be because one knew the outcome would be to find oneself back in a safe place. Also, the adventure allowed one to let go and feel that primal emotion rage up, to be stored back in its proper place within one's mind once the ordeal was over. That is exactly what Mary had begun to feel with her Master commanding her, spanking her, fearful of discovery, humiliated to be punished by his hand and hear him calling her a dirty slut. She choked on a sob and looked away from the mirror. Now, she needed to find a place in her mind to store these feelings or else be prepared to endure a perpetual roller coaster ride.
Mary quickly left the restroom and retrieved her purse from her desk and left her workstation in slight disarray. As she drove toward home she suddenly decided to stop at a shopping mall just to window shop and get grounded, let her mind think of more frivolous things. Yet, she could not get him out of her thoughts, wondering what he might do with her. In one of the larger department stores she found herself in the lingerie department and bought a red lace bra and matching panties. Simply thinking of the reason for her purchase made her feel sinful but sexy. She wanted to dress up (or was it dress down?) to enhance her frame of mind for her 7:00 phone date. If the cashier could have read Mary's mind she might have been shocked at the scenarios weaving through her customer's thoughts. Images of tied limbs and delightfully painful spankings and whipping played through Mary's mind. She rushed back to her car and barely remembered the drive home.
To her disappointment it was only 3:00. She had four hours to wait. Four hours to fantasize having her Master's hands on her, or using a crop, or forcing her to suck him off again but perhaps coming all over her breasts. She tried to lie down and sleep away some of the time, but she was too wired, the adrenaline coursed through her veins with reckless abandon. At one point she had to laugh at herself for feeling so wantonly naughty. Around 5:00 she tried to eat some dinner but was too distracted to feel hungry. She was restless and could not settle to read or watch TV so she busied herself with changing the sheets on her bed, ironing some clothes, anything to make the time pass. Shortly after 6:00 she took a nice, hot shower to help her relax.
As the water rushed over her shoulders and down her breasts and belly she began to wash herself with a softly fragrant soap. Rubbing it between her palms into a lather she smoothed it all over her upper body. Her hands and fingers moved with slow deliberation, lingering on her breasts and nipples. They were quite sensitive, still tender from using the clips the night before. But every time she moved her fingers over her breasts she teased her nipples, pinching them between the length of her first and middle fingers. She felt the currents of pain and pleasure zip from her breasts down to her pussy, stirring her desire. After she dried off she stood in front of her dresser mirror and slipped on her new bra and panties. Her skin was starkly white against the deep red, but it looked sensuous and she was pleased with how she appeared.
At precisely 7:00 she was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she took slow deep breaths to keep calm. But the phone remained silent. By 7:15 she was lying on her bed wondering if it had all been some kind of ugly joke. The thought gripped her that perhaps he'd been turned off by her size and maybe he'd decided she wasn't worth his interest. She replayed their encounter in the bathroom in her mind. She'd been shocked at being spanked, feeling the warmth grow hotter with each slap, the heat spreading down to her cunt. It seemed her pussy wept as much as her eyes, then her mouth had watered as his iron-hard rod fucked her face...fluid flowing from almost every orifice of her body. She rolled to her side and glanced at the clock by her bed, surprised to see it was already 7:25. Still no call. Mary began to feel angry, thinking she'd been made a fool. Just when she was about to put the phone down and abandon hope of hearing from him the phone rang loudly. She was so startled she nearly dropped it. Her anger was still riled but before she could mouth off her displeasure for being treated so rudely she heard his voice.
"Let Me hear you come for me now, mary."
She swallowed hard and slowly brought her hand to her breast and squeezed the nipple through the lace of her bra. She had no idea of what was expected from her. What could she offer him that would make him proud of her, as he had charged her to do? She stretched out on her back and softly stroked each nipple into erection with her fingers. Mary breathed deeply as the sensations queued her pussy to tingle and begin lubricating. Her hips squirmed and she held her legs tightly together as her labia quickly swelled. Her thoughts focused on his cock in her mouth, his hands in her hair forcing her to suck his bulging dick. The idea of her Master spanking her elicited a moan from her as she pulled her bra straps down her shoulders to expose her breasts for easier access. She intensified her attention to her swollen pearls, pulling and pinching them, sending delightful shivers down her torso to her cunt. She now regretted the lingerie she had thought so provocatively charming and roughly pushed her pretty, red panties down her legs to her ankles.
"Ahhh...my nipples hurt but it feels so good to squeeze them between my fingers and thumb. Makes my cunt flinch each time i press harder and harder. i'm spreading my legs wide and settling my hand on my pussy. Oh...i'm already so wet, drawing up from the well of my juices, coating my slit, stroking up and down. Ahhh...this feels so good. my pussy is so tender and hot. i need to be fucked, i ache to feel Your delicious cock stretching my cunt. i'm flicking my finger all around the little folds of my juicy vulva imagining it's Your tongue." Mary paused as she pictured seeing his head down between her pale thighs. Her body jerked from the electric shocks her fingers seduced from her sensitive, swollen nub. She quickly re-focused and continued, "i'm sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy now..." she grunted with the lusty pleasure she felt fucking herself. Not satisfied with the depth she could get she reached under her pillow and brought out her vibrator. "i've got my toy, so thick and long...mmmm...sliding it into me. Oh, God, it feels wonderful stroking the inside of my pussy, i'm so tight and it fills me up. Ohhhhhh..." she groaned as she slowly thrust the vibrator in and out of her, her hips rolled in languid movements.
He quietly listened, but the rhythm of his breathing increased as he pictured her body writhing, relenting to the pressure building up inside her. His cock was rock hard but he refrained from touching himself wanting to absorb the tension from her, it was nearly palpable over the phone. Her sultry voice excited him. He imagined digging his fingers into the soft, white flesh of her breasts, unmercifully pinching and twisting her engorged nipples between his hard fingertips, slapping her tits until they were hot and red.
