The couple exchanged texts, emails and calls during the week prior to their next date. Tim's first email was to confirm his safe arrival at home and to inquire about Suzanne's arrival. In a second paragraph he added, "I forgot to mention that between now and Friday there should be no masturbation. The real 'Tim' wants you horny when he's next with you and doesn't want to share you with your dildo (or anyone else). I trust that's acceptable."
In another paragraph Tim noted that he would be sending some emails or texts with links to URLs over the next few days and she should feel free to open them; they wouldn't be spam, etc.
Suzanne replied that she'd gotten home safely and would remain chaste.
He replied that during the week Suzanne might do well to practice her oral skills using her dildo but that she should remember to keep it above her waist. She didn't think that warranted a reply.
The next evening Suzanne sent him pictures and descriptions of two bras she wanted to buy. He called her to approve her choices but told her to only buy one of each since he was sure they could find sexier styles and fabrics. She told him she'd tried on the chemise he'd bought as a possible nightgown. He didn't react so she explained that meant the chemise with no bra. He said that sounded good and that she should plan on wearing it to bed on Friday rather than as a slip under her dress. She teased him by describing how the small garment stretched over her breasts and accentuated them in an obscene way. "Your hands can fondle me as if I'm naked but visually I think the thin covering is sexier than being nude. I'm looking forward to teasing you. In fact, I can already envision having to wash pre-cum stains out of my chemise in the sink," she said. She also told him the thin fabric allowed the color of her areola to show through and, of course, there were two nipple bumps that she was sure he'd love.
When she asked if she'd produced an erection he admitted that she had; she was pleased. She then added, "If I'm supposed to be chaste this week, can I assume you'll leave your cock alone until Friday also?" Tim responded that he hadn't really thought about it but since she'd brought it up, 'yes', she should think about his cock and balls getting full and frustrated. On Friday she could demonstrate her ability to swallow what he'd be saving for her.
Later the same evening Tim sent a text saying, "I've ordered some things for Saturday. See item #..." followed by a number and a URL link. When Suzanne clicked on the link a catalog page of leather gear appeared and she saw the item he'd specified was a pair of bondage cuffs. Suzanne stared at the picture and read the description of the cuffs as being made of very soft leather but durable and strong, 'perfect for controlling your slave comfortably for hours'. She shivered at the thought but was also aroused. She'd never engaged in any kind of kinky sex play but had read just enough in porn books to be intrigued.
A little later she received another text saying, "get naked at mirror; hands behind waist; think cuffs; nice look? I can't wait." Suzanne studied the words. She concluded that he wanted her to look at herself in the mirror. It was almost bedtime so she stripped off her clothes, put her hands behind her back and looked in the mirror. She saw her huge tits pushed out boldly by the pose. They almost looked arrogant in their forward thrust- as if daring the observer to touch them. She imagined the leather cuffs he'd bought rendering her helpless while her horny lover had unfettered access to her. Tim would love the way her tits were being blatantly presented and would undoubtedly enjoy her breasts for an extended time. He'd tease her and play with her nipples. Her nipples looked incredibly erect at the moment- an indirect effect of her posing and getting excited. In fact, if her hands weren't in imaginary restraints she'd probably tease herself by playing with them. The thought of being actually restrained was very hot; she wouldn't be physically able to play with herself nor stop Tim from doing whatever he wanted. Her breasts would be fully exposed and defenseless. She imagined squirming as Tim's mouth sucked on her sensitive nubs. Sensations of saliva and the light tease of his tongue flooded her mind and seemed almost real. She smiled and wondered how to reply to his text.
Finally, she texted back, "The look? I imagine you've already visualized how I look. I'll bet my 'look' made 'little Tim' hard but don't touch him, he's mine."
On Tuesday Suzanne received a text with a link to a catalog picture of nipple clamps as another item Tim had purchased. She'd heard of such clamps but never seen them. The set in the picture reminded her of spring loaded clothes pins made of metal with rubber covers on the contact parts of the jaws. A heavy chrome chain connected the two clamps. Each clamp had an adjustment screw that she could imagine being turned as the torture device was tightened on her sensitive nipple. Having one's nipples intentionally squeezed in such a device seemed medieval if not crazy. She couldn't understand why but the thought of Tim using them on her was arousing. She was kinkier than she'd ever thought. A follow up text said, "Naked at mirror. With thumb and forefinger squeeze each nipple hard - hold 1 min; imagine 15 min." She smiled and felt a sexual thrill as she promptly started to unbutton her blouse. She stopped at the soft ping of her phone signaling another text. She opened the message to find, "Squeeze harder. After 1 min take close up pic of one nip; email to me." Suzanne's pussy moistened at the thought. She'd never considered taking a dirty picture much less sending one electronically to someone else.
She finished removing her blouse and bra and experimented with her phone's camera which she rarely used. She took a deep breath and squeezed both nipples with her fingers as directed. With her fingers pinching each nipple, she took a step closer to the mirror and squeezed a little harder while counting off seconds in her head. She marveled at her willingness to follow Tim's directives but also was aware of how aroused she'd become. As her count neared 60 she remembered that she wasn't allowed to masturbate for the whole week and that restriction excited her even more. She was teasing herself but had no prospects for sexual relief until Tim took care of her on Friday. She held on for an extra 15 seconds beyond the required minute in a self defeating bravado. Releasing her fingers she saw that her nipples were red and swollen. She envisioned Tim's tongue teasing them as she reached for her phone and fumbled with pointing the reverse camera at her breast while trying to align her finger with the shutter button. The camera's small screen was filled by the image of her large areola and erect nipple. She clicked a picture and then a second. She exhaled- and then took a deep breath- realizing for the first time that she'd been holding her breath for most of the past two minutes. Feeling like a pervert she studied the pictures to select the better one. Tim would love either. Her nipple looked obscenely inviting- almost begging to be sucked on. Her body shivered as she sent an email with the photo attached. The email read, "You're the devil and a pervert but you aroused me. Wish you were here."
Tim picked up Suzanne on Friday as agreed. He was surprised that she was wearing the charmeuse blouse he'd bought for her with a different skirt. He'd expected to see a sexier dress from her closet- perhaps something with a little cleavage though he hadn't mentioned any requirements. She looked great and he didn't want to offend her so he merely complimented her noting her four inch heels made her legs look fantastic.
As they drove to the restaurant Suzanne volunteered a discussion of her existing wardrobe. She explained that her chest was so large she'd found it impossible to buy nice dresses. If they fit her in the chest they hung like maternity tops. She said she'd actually bought two dresses after her enhancement but never worn them. When she really looked at herself in the mirror on the day after the purchase, she thought them made her look pregnant. She'd been too embarrassed to return them. As a result her entire wardrobe consisted of 'separates'- a large top and smaller size bottom.
After listening to her candid explanation of what must be a sore subject for her, Tim said, "I might have a solution. I'll explain over dinner."
At dinner Tim reminded Suzanne that she'd agreed to his being her dominant lover for the weekend. He also noted that except for some specified exclusions she'd given him carte blanche on sexual activities. She nervously agreed with his statements wondering what he had in mind.
