Author's Note: This story is purely fictional. It is not based on any actual events, nor is it in any way intended to recommend a course of action by anyone who might read this. Please take it simply as an entertaining fiction to enjoy.
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Kathryn walked into her bedroom, clad in a robe as she towel-dried her freshly shampooed hair. She sat down at her vanity table, brushing out her hair until it was silky smooth. Another glance in the mirror, a smile at herself, and she walked over to her dresser. From the top drawer, she took out her sleeping clothes for the night. Katya shrugged off her robe and donned a pair of simple white cotton panties and her pleasure harness. Another glance in the mirror, another smile, and she lay down. A nice shampoo after her bath had further relaxed the young widow, making her feel sleepy and even a little sultry this late Thursday evening.
"Thank God," she yawned, "tomorrow's Friday. Half day of work, and casual dress. God, I love having Rich as a boss." Between her exhaustion from a long day of work the relaxation of her nightly bath, she had lost track of days and allowances. Lost track, that is, until she absentmindedly ran a hand over her bare left nipple. "Mmmm, yess⦠oh, that feels good⦠such a great way to relax into sleep⦠and with a half-day Friday tomorrow⦠Friday? Friday? Oh no!!!"
Kathryn sat up, then walked back to her vanity table. She read the latest note⦠and realized she was breaking the rules, starting to repeat Wednesday night's instructions when it wasn't allowed. After several minutes of trembling confusion, she removed her harness, replacing it with a regular bra. Her sweatshirt and pants were also donned. Katya pulled out her journal and wrote for several minutes about her confusion -- not only over the precious 15 minutes, but on whether she should actually follow the rules the Robe set out for her, and even on whether she should go back to that oddball church he seemed to live in. After putting the journal back in her dresser, she returned to bed and cried herself to sleep.
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"You are very courageous, Katya." Saturday morning found Kathryn back in The Temple, again disrobing in stages under the various colored spotlights. She was under the third light, where she had been sent away because of her indecisiveness. Clad in the same bra and French-cut panties she had worn the previous Saturday, she steeled herself for whatever might happen next. The spotlights behind her faded to black. "Very few in this world have the strength to learn who they truly are, who they may become. That courage makes you very special⦠and very precious."
"Thank you," she murmured.
"Good, Katya. Now, do you
truly
feel ready to continue your journey?"
"Yes, sir."
"Before you left last weekend, you were telling me of what happened as you gazed upon your breasts in the mirror. Tell me what you did
after
you watched them so intently."
The light above Kathryn went from blue to orange, then once again alternated between yellow and red. "As you directed me to, sir, I opened the sealed note. I found more instructions and followed them. I gathered up various things I had thought about while looking in the mirror. Then I lay down on my bed⦠set the timer for twenty minutes⦠and used my breasts until the timer ran out."
"Tell me how you used your breasts, Katya."
"I tried to do as many of the things I had thought about as I could. I caressed my breasts⦠pinched my nipples, rolled them between my fingers. I tried clothes pins on my nipples⦠but not for very long."
"Why not?"
"It hurt too much⦠sir. It distracted me, and I didn't enjoy it, so I took them off."
"Now, Katya⦠tell me just whose breasts you were using."
"Initially mine, Sir. But⦠the more I used them⦠the more I enjoyed them⦠they became Yours." Saying this, Kathryn's voice grew in its husky sultriness.
"Tell me what else you did with
MY
breasts, Little Katya."
"I twisted my nipples. I vibrated them. I ran the vibrator between my breasts⦠imagining it was a cock. I ran the 'head' over my nipples⦠Ohh, that felt soooo good. I spanked my breasts with a wooden spoon. My breasts won't reach my mouth so I couldn't suck them⦠but I imagined that my finger was the tip of my tongue⦠Ohh. I was on fire, sir. On fire⦠wet⦠needing to climax."
"Tell me the other instructions you were given, my sub"
"I was commandedā¦" She gasped, then continued. "You commanded me to cum when the timer expired. And You ordered me
not
to cum before then, no matter how much I wanted or needed to."
"Did you touch yourself anywhere besides my breasts, my Katya?"
"No, sir. You allowed me to touch only my⦠your breasts."
"And did you cum?"
"Yes⦠oh my God, yes."
"Did you cum before the bell rang?"
"No, sir. It was not easy⦠but I did as you directed, and didn't cum until the bell rang."
"Tell me
exactly
what happened when the bell rang, Little One."
"Sir, I've been a moaner all my life. When I⦠when I came in the past, I moaned in ecstasy. That night⦠sir, that night, when the bell rang, I yelled. My body was on fire, my soul inflamed. I'd never had an orgasm like that before."
"What made the difference, little one?"
"Your commands, sir."