Whips and Whisey

She stood in her kitchen, whiskey in her hand listening to Sinead O'Connor flooding the air. She had been working 14-hour days and it was the first moment she'd stood still in weeks. She took a swig of her crown royal, and as it slid down her throat, she tore the elastic out of her hair that was holding it up off her face in a tight bun.

She closed her eyes and sighed as her black hair fell ending halfway down her back, she undid the buttons of her white blouse with the same hand that held the elastic. Her hands threw the blouse off her shoulders and onto the counter. She emptied her glass and refilled it in one motion, her years of bartending seeping into the pour.

Her laptop sat open next to the stove, the screen saver flashing a full harvest moon over the lake she spent her summers at as a child. Then to a scene of the same spot in the fall, winter then spring. It was on a continuous loop. She stared and sipped and then lit a smoke.

She was bored, and she hated being bored. Even the pictures that flashed as her memories retreated were no longer soothing.

She hit the space bar, and found some music to play through the headphones she pushed into her ears and halting Sinead.

Bob Dylan radio mumbled into her ears as she went to her favorites bar in her browser. Naughty by Nature was at the top of the list, and gratefully her username and password were saved.

Her profile pic was a simple Celtic cross and crow; and she was a member of mostly bondage chat rooms. In this world she was Venus X. Venus visited the rooms nightly but had only a handful of playmates that she met irl.

She liked the anonymity the site offered, and she was always sure to do a lot of background searches and vetting before she ever met anyone in person. Her role as one of the leading journalists of the most frequently visited news sites in north America, she needed to be certain her identity remained private.

No one she met had any idea who she was or what she did for a living. They were brought to her abode by her drivers in completely darkness...it was the only time they wore the blindfold.

She scanned the chatrooms and found the BDSM284; a random room her friends often frequented. She watched the names scrolling the screen. Centur101 and 321Bishop bantered as UniSax and ButtNut teased. Venus was looking for Zenith or 321Bishop; they knew her and knew what she wanted and how to give it to her. They also didn't know her and had easily signed nondisclosure agreements before even getting into the car she sent to pick them up.

Zenith was her favorite. Before he got in the car, he would send her clear instructions. What outfit to wear, whether underwear was necessary, where and how she should be positioned. She loved how direct and clear he was. She hated, how often she was required to blindfold herself, half naked, exposed, and just wait for him. She'd have some idea of how long it would take for him to get there, but he would frequently make her wait. Or at least it felt so. That's who she'd hoped was hanging out and free tonight.

She sent Zenith a private message, and he quickly responded.

They had an agreement, for him to be her master, but only upon her request. Not many dominants were willing to participate in such an arrangement; with her as the sub deciding when and where they would play. But Zenith was good with it, for a price.

Although these were social connection sites, she knew she was asking for a service, that Zenith was excellent at providing and she was okay with paying whatever he asked. He was worth it.

He agreed to come over, and as she wasn't scheduled for work until Monday morning she was able to hire him as her master for the next 24 hours. Her pussy throbbed as they confirmed the arrangement. She poured another crown and slid her other hand under the camisole across her hardening nipples.

As she pinched her nipple between her nails, she watched the ellipsis dart across the screen; the anticipation of his directions caused her to hold her breath. She switched nipples and allowed two shots of crown down her throat as his directions appeared on the screen.

"Good evening Venus -- I am eager to eat your pussy this evening darling, my cock is hardening at the thought of your taste. Please know that for the next 24 hours you will be under my care and command. As previously discussed, you will only speak when spoken to, you will address me as sir, and do as ordered without complaint. If you do choose to disobey me, there will be consequences, which will be of my choosing at whatever time I deem necessary.

After you finish reading your instructions you will immediately:

Shower and shave, your pussy will be groomed as you know I like it. You are to wash only while naked, no pleasuring yourself, remember I am always watching. You are to dress in your black silk shorts and matching tank. Your hair will be pulled back in a high ponytail. You are to kneel at the end of your bed blindfolded and waiting.

I will arrive in approximately 60 minutes; I expect you to be prepared in 25. You are to kneel and wait with your knees spread and leaning back. Hands behind your back.

Understood?

She almost draws blood from her nipple teasing it one last time before typing "Yes Sir."

Her phone lights up with 25:00:00 and begins to count down.

She investigates her glass and swishes the golden liquid and hauls on her cigarette as she focusses on her wet throbbing cunt. She gulps down the last inch and puts out her cigarette. Her hand reaches across her chest, and she stops herself before her fingertips graze the edge of her tank; she stops, suddenly, then slides one index finger under the strap of her camisole.

It easily glides off, but she takes her time, allowing her fingers to brush down her

arm and caress sides of her breast as she removes it. She closes her eyes as she removes her clothes while heading to the bathroom. She showered quickly taking only glancing passing with the soap, ensuring the bubbles reach everywhere.

Although she was scared that she would slip a finger where she wasn't supposed to.

But the knowledge that he could and probably was watching her every move, she didn't want to force a punishment so soon. As she towel dried her hair while still naked she enjoyed the cool air on her skin, allowing her nipples to harden again. She glanced at her phone charging next to the bed, 12:00:36, shit, she realized the shower had taken longer then expected. She dressed quickly and found her weed. She was back at the kitchen counter joint lit and fresh drink poured. As she puffed she watched her phone count down the seconds before her surrender.

Right about now, around the 10-minute mark the butterflies would start which would fan the heat between her legs; her lips would quiver, all of them. She touched her finger tips into her whiskey then brushed them across her lips and licked the juice from them. As her foot perched on the second drawer from the floor which provided her other lips with the coolness of the air; she dropped her arm, so her fingers tips hung just outside the crotch of her loose black shorts.

Her eyes close unwillingly and she dangles and wiggles her fingers, her pussy lips twitch in the slight breeze. Her eyes land on the descending clock and she feels a drop fall onto her thigh. She lowers her leg and takes a last haul of the joint. She pours one more shot of whiskey to bring with her.

She heads to the bedroom with her phone sliding into less then 3 minutes. Cutting it close makes her wetter. She hates the waiting, its so hard for her not to move out of position. And she always finds away to swing her hips to find even the slightest friction of her shorts. When he notices, he punishes her appropriately which of course the thought makes her audibly moan.

She makes it to her bedroom with full hands, but as soon as she puts down her whiskey her fingers wish to trail up her thigh and fill herself. But instead, it reaches for the blind fold. As she sets down everything else, the clock sits on her charger and blinks just over 60 seconds. She puffs once, drinks the last and enjoys the burn down her throat as she places the blind fold over her eyes. Kneeling at the end of her bed proved more difficult than she anticipated, and she was grateful for the pillows easily within reach for her to adjust herself. But because of this she was certain she was not settled until well past the mark, but she would never dare check. The first, last and only time she removed her blindfold he made her lay naked wet and spread eagle on the bed for hours. He attached a remote vibrator to her clit and would randomly bring her to arousal and then stop before release. It was torture, pure joyful torture. But never to be repeated. She simply prepared herself, allowing the tank top to fall off the shoulders, and her nipples brushing against the seam.

She breathed in slowly. She'd learned that there were many different things she could pay attention to while in the waiting time. At first, she was not very patient, and whined and begged a lot. Although Zenith enjoyed punishing her, his hard cock repeatedly ejaculating into and onto her, making her wait for release, almost to the final hour. She learned eventually that if she did as he said, she would be rewarded repeatedly sometimes in very quick succession. She let out a heavy sigh.

As soon as the blind fold went on Venus felt her shoulders drop, her chest heave out, her hips loosen and her throat open. She licked her lips. Breathe, she thought. Some rules he didn't go over every time, but as well as a no pleasing herself she was also not to speak while alone. It went with only speak when spoken to; she liked to talk to herself; but he didn't want to hear it. She was to keep her mouth shut unless ordered to do otherwise.

She loved having her lips around his cock; the salt of his seamen was better then any dessert.

She sighed again, there were so many sensations to pay attention to. She learned to not think too hard at these times. She could work herself up, she's learned to enjoy herself.

Breathing was where she started, then if she was not to worked up already she do a body scan to locate the most sensitive of areas. Frequently it would start at the back of her neck where, when she was properly positioned her ponytail fell and just barely brushed the back of her neck. She was to be sitting up straight, chest out, chin up and shoulders back.

Sometimes she would hear him enter, other times he was so silently she didn't know he was there until his breath made it to her neck.

As she took a deep breath, she tilted her head only slightly to allow her hair to caress herself. Her hips would thrust forward and twitch uncontrollably. Tonight, it was her throat, every time she breathed she ached for the pressure of his hands around her neck. Jutting out her chin in an attempt to stretch the skin enough to feel pressure; to no avail.

She brought her focus back to her breath. Her pussy pulsated as it was exposed by the limited fabric at the crotch. Intentionally she was exposed. She had no idea how long she was in this position, but she was grateful for the whiskey and weed as it made her limber and content to be in such a stretched position. He never left her long enough to be injured. She trusted him fully, but she was aching. And it was hard not to whine when all she could do was flex her vagina walls and hope he couldn't tell with the cameras.

From her phone a static white noise emanated; she knew that meant he was close; relatively. Her breath quickened and she strained her ears to catch any indication that he was in the room. She craved him, and inhaled deeply hoping to catch a scent. But he was scentless intentionally.

She inhaled deeply in an attempt to catch her breath and she pushed her chest forward, and she caught the pressure of what she assumed was his fist. She pushed forward and the knuckles grabbed her nipple over the tank and squeezed. "Are you enjoying yourself my lady?" He purred.