She was very used to his games by now. He had a devious, conniving mind and it never failed to make her wet whenever he introduced the next one.
She had finished a phone conversation with him that morning. He had introduced the idea of the next game. It had again made her wet.
Not just mildly moist, but proper, full on wet. She always found herself, especially whilst doing an abstract boring job, that she would be thinking about him. Her pussy would start leaking involuntarily and more often than not, she required clean up and fresh laundry.
She had spent the rest of the day thinking about him and the latest game.
During the phonecall, he had voiced the next idea; taken powerful command of the conversation, his bright blue eyes flashing as he spoke on the FaceTime app. A cheeky, mischievous grin obvious on his face and in his speech.
Toyed with her emotions and teased her with the idea of the next concept. The next adventure. The next risk.
Her memories of his previous ideas still pushed her buttons. The challenges he had given her. Challenges she always gratefully accepted, embraced and completed.
She was used to his games now. They turned her on. The next one promised just as much excitement, perhaps more so.
Not just being taken over the arm of the sofa, or sucking down a reasonable mouthful of his freshly pumped spunk. No, it was his ingenious mind that occupied her thoughts more than anything else. She had had a fair few erotic experiences in his company and a few under his direction, that had nothing to do with penetration or his final ejaculation.
It made for interesting private moments; it made for exciting recurrent thoughts. Her own daring exploits, encouraged and compounded by his sheer excitement and pleasure with her for her willingness to experiment.
It made for delicious memories and then powerful orgasms, more often than not with her faithful cumpot in her left hand, held at her slit in order to save the carpet and furniture from stain or possible ruination.
It seemed that most of the house had seen some adventure. The kitchen worktop where she had been told to sit as his entertainment whilst he cooked her a meal. The lounge room where she had practiced her submissive slave positions at his feet and of course upstairs, where she had relinquished all passages of her entire body for his pleasures.
In the spare bedroom, she had recently rehung her favourite jeans on a wardrobe knob. These had taken her a full morning to doctor to her particular needs, and now sported a cut hole at the crotch, hidden from view unless she held her legs open. They were the perfect frame for the pair of labia piercings he had held her hand whilst she had had done and then attached drop earrings which could now hang through. She hoped she would have cause to wear them once again. A shopping trip maybe or visit somewhere. Perhaps having them as her only lower half attire for a week on holiday. A full week walking around with a potentially exposed and extremely wet pussy.
A delicious thought.
An erotic dream.
More arousal.
She had of course worn them since 'that' evening on the bike. It had given her a nice feeling of closeness to him during lockdown, despite him being hundreds of miles away. She had worn them throughout the day and obviously spent most of it being able to feed her finger through to her clit.
Whilst completing yet another mundane chore, the simple repeated act had helped keep her sanity.
It had been his suggestion that she kept them on for her resultant squirting orgasm, but having to do it in the garden whilst tending the lawns, brought a fresh dimension when worrying about nosing neighbours over not overly high fencing.
Having to open her legs that wide that her squirt had clear passage was very much a turn on, especially with the possibility that someone she knew could potentially choose that moment to hail her from next door.
Helen hadn't dared wearing them outside the front of the house or in public without her lover but her mind drifted on occasion.
It would happen again, she had been told.
Her mind now played tricks of its own as to where he had had thought of taking her. More people around equated to higher levels of eroticism as the threat of discovery and delicious humiliation increased. She could imagine being taken to the shopping mall again; maybe the cinema or restaurant. A concert perhaps.
A happy thought.
A nervous thought.
A wetting thought.
At that moment on the Autumn Friday afternoon she was cleaning the bathroom. It was on the rota of jobs and best done before a shower. As usual she was wearing scruffy clothing in preparation for the task and hadn't bothered with underwear.
She needed a diversion; an amusement. She was feeling an itch that needed a scratch..
It seemed the most obvious solution. A quick and easy fix that took the path of least resistance and would make her chores almost a passable enjoyment. And it had been a while since she had worn it.
The butt plug took pride of place on a tissue paper bed in a box on her dressing table. The crystal disc end glinting as any shards of sunlight struck it, creating a lustrous desire that always made her fanny flutter. She remembered being presented with it in the pub and the first time she had inserted it.
Now a familiar feeling, that time she had ridden home on the back of his motorcycle, feeling every bump in the road, each seemingly forcing it further inside. His pillion seat was awash by the time he dropped her off back at home.
Decision made. Scruffs removed. The customary sucking on the chrome egg shape first. Plenty of spit was the trick. Twisting her body to watch the act in the mirror, it took her a couple of attempts to push it home. She groaned as her anus accepted the device and rested it's weight inside her cavity.
She had made him a promise, and as always, kept it again. A quick snap posted on the messaging app to let him know she was using it once more. He hadn't requested that she insert it, but just let him know when she did. It was a minor obligation that she was quite happy to keep.
She traced her fingers over the protrusion and smiled to herself as she collected her cleaning products for the bathroom.
Her mind drifted happily to the earlier conversation and introduction of the game. An intriguing concept, it was a dare of bigger proportions than she had yet completed. Location mattered to him more than anything and she was not required to have any special equipment or attire. A dark evening was preferable.
The disc at her ass felt good against her skin. It centred her mind on her sex. The focus of the tedium altered slightly. She could be a maid at the whim of Master. A geisha perhaps? Concubine? Serving all his needs. His sex slave?
At his beck and call.
Willing to serve.
Her body was his to direct.
A dark evening, huh? He told her that he needed a dark evening in a quiet area. She thought that this was perhaps for the best considering what he was going to be daring her to do.
No shortage of those though. Autumn was well in now, shorter days and an early dusk. The roads were much quieter around the rural areas. And plenty of those not too far away. Chillier out in an evening but not too cold. When with him, she always felt that her skin was on fire, super heated just by his presence which compensated for outside temperatures.
Before the explanatory phonecall, she had wondered what he had in mind for her umpteen times. Trying to second guess him had never worked. Had never quite worked it out before hand. She had always fully enjoyed the ensuing game; lasting memories that were scored on her brain. Constantly replayed in her head on those nights she needed to feel a release. But never had managed to fully second guess that devious mind of his.
Calculating.
Erotic.
Orgasm inducing.
She absent mindedly rotated her labia rings which always produced a comforting sensation and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Brushing her hand over her belly, she involuntarily sucked her breath in to see the effect it had on her body shape. Helen had worked hard on the exercises and toning and she was determined to keep it up. It was perhaps even more important now considering the dare that he had planned for her. She wanted to look good for it.
Dare, huh?
And he was picking her up tomorrow?
Her heart was beating hard.
Apprehension and excitement in equal measure ran their icy fingers through her very soul. She always initially felt a fear or kind of dread when introduced to a new task. It always altered to enjoyment during the events and then actual disappointment when it was over.
This would be no different.
In fact... she wanted it now. Wanted to start right now. Why was time so slow?
She believed that she could complete the dare. It was just having the opportunity to make a start. The more she thought about it, having no option but to comply by doing it, the more she wanted to get on with it. Dare, huh? There was nothing he could ask that she wouldn't do.
The shower screen and bath were clean. The sink and toilet likewise.
She paused for a pee without bothering to remove the plug and thought through her clothing options for later.
She needed something long and encompassing that was quick and easy to put on and take off. Stilettos naturally. That was a given. Black ones this time. Stealth was good. Dark would work. Maybe he would allow her to rub dirt on her skin too?
She smiled to herself. That wasn't going to happen. She was going to have to stand tall and proud. Shiney and clean. Completely nude.
Looking down between her legs, she could see her pussy lips gaping in automatic readiness for her fingers to probe once more. The rings helping tug them open, the disc at her ass just visible with a flick of the hips.
Her jobs done, her thoughts on the upcoming dare, she obliged the needs of her body, deliberately directing her squirt into the toilet bowl where it resonated as loudly and for as long as if she had had a second pee.
...
She had thought he had forgotten about her dare. Turning up early evening for their date, he had brought a tasty meal and an appropriate red wine for them to share. Time for a welcome treat and a pleasant catch up.
She didn't know how to feel about it. Was he not bothered? Had he forgotten? Or was he biding his time? Conversation was not sexual and actually made her more nervous as she watched his lips move, his ready smile and the flash of his blue eyes as she shared her latest news.
A quick kiss, an occasional pat on the bottom, a stroke of her arm. A compliment about how she looked in the red dress she had chosen for the evening and her choice of sparkly sandals; her make up and how she had done her hair. Pleasant, polite but not sexual.
A comment now about the evening temperature!
Instantaneous body heat. A flush at her neck; in her cheeks; at her groin. Fuck! What was in his head?
She could tell of course, that her body had responded in its usual manner when anywhere near him. Extreme moisture between her legs at even brushing his body whilst passing each other in the kitchen; the comment on how warm the evening was inflamed everything. Super warm now.
His cheeky smile creating a flutter at her pussy. His strong hands an alluring visual reminder of his capabilities. She did have her panties on, though hadn't bothered with a bra. He hadn't forgotten his dare.
A comment now about how dark it was getting.
