I left Saturday afternoon, after enjoying a pleasant brunch at Jen's and letting Jen make a copy of my lips, which was weird. I rode home and worked out then cleaned up. I then went about my normal weekend, a little playing some games, some time spent with friends, and relaxing. No one saw a difference in me. I did not show it on the outside. My mind was reeling with what I had done. What that other part of me had done. I had to think about it while I was destroying dark elves and wielding my level seven axe on a pack of wolves. I was not sure who I was anymore. Once I could begin, just wiggle my mind, around that thought, I began to try and live with myself. I tried all weekend to explain myself to me. I even came up with split personality and went in search with what the symptoms are on the web and did not find anything that matched up with what I had done.
I had turned Jennifer into a slave, in essence. Make her do what I want when I want. Fuck her silly and make her want it in all of her orifices. Have her beg for more and crawl through glass, okay I made that part up. I am not a bad person. I don't think I am. I don't have dark thoughts. I am not unworthy of love. My mom loves me. I think she does.
I will not slap a woman around, I watched that from someone in my family and swore I would not let that happen to my mom or anyone I was with intimate with. I could not begin to think of what dark world I had entered. I just knew that I was in it, but I made a promise to myself, I would never, NEVER, hurt Jennifer. I couldn't. I began getting sick thinking about that happening and me being the cause.
Coming to grips with myself on Monday morning back at work, where normal resided, I began realizing that I was looking forward to eight when Jen would show up, as she had for the last week, stopped at my cubicle after getting to work, just to say good morning. When she did not show, I fidgeted. I worried. I didn't go to her cubicle; I swear I was getting a water from the machine. But she was not there either. That sent me down more rabbit holes of worry. Maybe I had hurt her somehow on Friday night. Maybe she had been in a car accident. I didn't want to text her, but come ten, I did that. Weak, call it what it is. I was worried for her. She texted back 'just leaving the doctor. Got the stitches out. Love you, Master. I'll show you when I get there.'
Huh? I can understand her wanting to show me something sexy when we were alone, but at work. She knew it would cost her job. Didn't she? So, I fidgeted some more. I kept working but not accomplishing much. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned, and the goddess was in my cubicle. I mean drop dead gorgeous goddess. I don't know where she found this dress, but it had to come off of Tiffany's or some upper crust shop. Satin and silk. Lace bodice that accentuated her bosom, as if she needed it accented. My jaw as hanging on the floor, like that comic in the movie. My eyes were bugging out. "You like, David?" My name asked in an alluring manner that made me know that it was an alias.
"Um, uh, Jennifer, umm, yes, uh, so, where did you get that?"
"Oh, this old thing?" as she does a twirl which caused the skirt to raise slightly exposing more of her long-toned legs, but not too high that she flashed me.
"Yes, um, uh yeah, your dress?"
"Well David, you see, my mom and I went online Saturday and she saw it and had it expedited here. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it. You are okay with it, David?" again with the name.
I finally came to grips, and from nowhere, I knew what I wanted to say. Standing and gripping her elbow to pull her closer, I said in a soft voice, "Slut, I like it, but you are showing off what I own. Did I give you the okay to do this?"
Fear washed across her face as she realized she had overstepped. "Sir, I am sorry. I wanted to impress you with this. I should have asked first. I apologize. Please let your slut make it up to you some way."
"I want you to go buy something tonight. You will start practicing with it tonight and every day. I will send you instructions through your home email. I will punish you this weekend. Right now, we need to get back to work. I am happy to see you Jen, but you are showing off too much without permission. I understand your desire, but next time, ask. Who knows I may have said OK?"
I sat back down and returned to my work. Jen smiled and went to her cubicle. She was kind of getting into this. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire I thought. What had I done?
Later I sent the list to Jennifer's home email and some instructions. I got a text back saying, 'Yes Master, I will get them and begin practicing tonight.' Smiley face.
I smiled and finished up for the day. I rode home and had my normal Monday night hookup online. During it I received a picture from Jen, her with her new anal plug inserted, naked and smiling back at the camera. Oh, I was going to hell.
As the week went by, I would text Jen something, asking normal stuff about how she was doing and I would get normal replies and now and then a picture of her, either practicing with her new dildo learning deepthroat techniques, or her inserting, may have been pulling out, her next size larger plug. Hell, here I come.
We set up a meeting for Saturday morning to go riding, this time normal easy stuff, on a bike route that kind of went from our town to the next, along the highway there and in some light woods. Nothing difficult, just a good easy ride. Her wrist had recovered, and she figured she could handle the bike. She had gotten it fixed; I had found the front spokes were slightly tweaked. The local bike shop I knew took care of it easily and cheaply. I was a regular and they wanted repeat customers.
Leaving her place, which was just a few blocks from the route we were riding on, we began the gentle ride. We were able to talk freely and had quite the good time. We stopped in the next town over and shopped in their old town. It was rather quaint and had several shops that Jen and I liked. I had brought my bike packs again, emptier this time because of not needing all the emergency supplies, so anything we bought could easily slip in them. On the ride back, Jen wanted to race a little, but I pointed out the signs warning of ten mph limits on bikes, the locals did not want us running over little kids and such walking with their parents. She began to pout, until I rode up beside and calm sotto voice asked, "do you need punished, Jen". I could see her eyes flare with desire, and I knew if I felt her crotch, it would be wet, not from just sweat. I also noticed something odd about her backside. I had looked long and hard at that ass for days, in these same bike shorts once, so I knew when something was different. Using the same sotto voice, I asked, "are you wearing a plug?"
"Yes Master" she answered low back to me.
"Oh, you're a naughty slut" is all I could get out. Jen glowed and smiled at me and sashayed that ass some more my way.
We got back to her place, and we got our bikes up to her apartment.
