When Sirs Message Box Flashes

The alarm clock rang loudy. I pulled my head from beneath my pillow. It CAN'T be that time already! I reach to switch it off. 3:55 a.m.. Hmmm .... five minutes to wake up, or five more minutes to sleep .... The dread of falling asleep again, and then OVERsleeping brought me sharply awake. Sir would be waiting for me. I lay there, thinking of how my Sir would go through his check list. Tits? Yes. Weeing? Yes. Crawling? Yes. No panties? Yes. Sliding my finger into my ass? Yes. Story? Ohhhh, not quite done ... an ALMOST yes.

I switched on the pc, watched it run through it's start-up cycle. Thoughts racing through my mind as I head to our on-line chamber. I looked at the messenger list .... hmm, Sir's nic wasn't there.

My heartbeat speeds up a bit. Someone instant messages me ... asking how I am ... and i reply that i'm ok, things are fine.

I open another messenger, and see with relief Sir's nic is there. A big smile spreads across my lips. I send him a quick "hello" on the messenger.

He replies "Hello, emma, dear." "How are you today?"

I return the message, "I'm fine, Sir." He enters our chamber, and my heart feels like it's just climbed up into my mouth. I follow, and greet him when i arrive in the chambers, just as i do everyone else.

Sir whispers to me .... "What have you been doing today, my dear?"

I rattle off my routine chores to him, skipping the assignments he gave me.

Sir messages back, saying "You've missed something, my dear."

I immediately feel almost like a little kid. "No, Sir, i don't think i have."

"Ohh, i think you have" he says ... "Are you kneeling now?" I quickly slip out of the bed and kneel. "Yes, Sir, I'm kneeling." I feel a little guilty, wondering if he knows i wasn't, until he said to. I open up the message archives, and quickly scan our last conversation. Seeing what I'd forgotten earlier, I send a message "Sir? I've finished my assignments, if that's what you meant." "Good. Go through them please ... recite them to me."

I begin typing to him, telling him what things I'd completed he'd assigned to me. As I type, I feel wet between my legs. And, begin longing to touch myself. But, i don't. I AM wondering, though, if I should ask if I may. No, I won't. I won't ask. I'll be quiet.

Sir asks what my plans are for the day, and I reply with, nothing much. Sir responds with "Well, I want you to play with yourself, my dear." So, strange ... the sensation to feel He knew what I was thinking. And, maybe a little vice-versa too.

"Well? You have 15 minutes," he says.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I get off the floor, and lay back across my bed, spreading my legs very wide. I run my fingers lightly through the hair on my pussy, moving slowly around my cunt. Mmmmmm, it felt soooooo good.

But, somehow, I realized, it was different, something wasn't the same, though I was doing what I had always done.

As my finger finds my clit, rubbing it gently, it sends a shiver up my spine, causing my legs to quiver and my body to make little jerks. My hips begin moving ... needing the touch, pushing against it. I could feel the intensity building inside me. I know I should stop, but, I keep going ... the pleasure is so intense. I see Sir's messenger light blinking at me. And, in the next moment, a sharp intake of breath, a tightening of my entire body, I have a violent orgasm.

"I hope you had fun, my dear," Sir has typed. "Yes, Sir," I reply with one hand, still stroking myself. I'm soooo glad he can't see me doing this. My breathing is growing deeper again already.

It felt so good, and I was having so much fun. I groaned a little as I began to reach another peak, when Sir's message box flashes ... "I hope you didn't cum."

I caught my breath, swallowed hard. I couldn't lie. I typed back, "Yes, Sir, I did."

I lowered my head, disappointed in myself, and waited for the worst.

"Did I give you permission to cum?" "No, Sir," I reply.

"You know, I should punish you for this."

"Yes, Sir," I type back.

"This time ... I won't. But, you've been warned."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I promise I won't do it again."

"You can go now," Sir says.

I type back, "Yes, Sir, but ..."

"No 'buts'. You WILL go now. You can say goodnight to your friends, and then you will go."

I return to the main chamber, and say goodnight to all my friends. "Night, Sir," I type to him in the chamber.

"Goodnight, emma dear, sleep well."

I leave the chamber, and click to retrieve my mail. Sir is still on line. I sit literally "gazing" at his nic.

"Goodnight, Sir," I whisper out loud, but very softly.

I click off-line, and put my p/c into shut down. Climbing back into my bed, i snuggle into my pillows. I feel warm all over, and very sleepy. Just once more, before I sleep, "Goodnight, Sir," I whisper. Softer still. Sleep wraps itself around me like a warm blanket. My mind drifts away with a smile on my lips. Sir's words floating around in my head.