Context: keeping my subbie's mind off being a fuckwit and from picking up a cigarette ever again, i gave her a series of tasks one a day (paraphrased here and made more narrative)
Again - its all true!
The Last Cigarette part 3
Occupying Her Mind.
There was always the danger, of course, that her new attitude to looking after her health would wane. She had been doing so well for the past month and had resisted buying any more cigarettes, having also thrown away any old packets. But her new regime was always going to be on a knife edge of emotions. The slightest problem in the day might push her over into stupidity and then she'd rejoin her own personal cycle of regret.
To that end, her Dom had revealed to her a plan. He had the thought that if she was too busy thinking about other things, then smoking would be forgotten about. Before she knew it, she would have abstained naturally for a couple of weeks and it would be more of an effort to start again and the benefits far outweighing the negatives.
He told her that he was going to text her a series of thoughts; tasks so to speak, one each day. Each time he was going to require a response from her that would be instantaneous and binding.
'I do as I'm told!'
Texting first thing in the morning before she had fully woken up was a strategy that meant her mind was fully occupied from the first moment of the day. Agreement from her would be almost automatic and from then on the task would become a constant thread of thought.
Working as an assistant in a school, she did not have the job with many opportunities or places during the day for erotic thoughts, but from clips and bites of previous conversation, she had made it clear that she had a lunchtime and the facility of a reasonably sized lockable toilet room. He had a devious mind, that much was certain, and many naughty thoughts for swift tasks that she could undertake with privacy and during her private time.
His tasks would start simple, he told her but as the work days moved on, they would get a little more inventive and naughtier each time.
After her initial trepidation, from then on, she eagerly reached for her phone each day to find the task assigned to her, a smile spreading on her face, and the customary twinge between her legs. Her nipples on end, each time she couldn't help but squeeze them while reading. But every day, she found herself typing the same five words into her WhatsApp.
*Monday morning*
Task: after each visit to the toilet today, after wiping, spread your legs and slowly stroke down the length of your slit for about a minute and think calming thoughts. Close your eyes and centre yourself with deep breaths going in through the nose and out through the mouth.
'I do as I'm told!'
She would be able to fulfill this one easily enough. Though it crossed her mind to not bother and just tell him she had, she was aware that she had broken her promise once before and the guilt had been too much to bear. It was best just to do as she had been told.
Toilet breaks were obviously limited to times out of class, but mid-morning as directed, after she had had a pee and wiped herself dry, she relaxed in the seat with her trousers already pushed to the floor and dropped her knees apart. She breathed deeply, feeling initially a little self conscious, but after a few moments, welcomed the momentary stress relief from the torments of the job.
She felt a little silly; she had work to get back to, jobs to do. Still, she had promised and he had only said to do it for about a minute. This was not exactly an afternoon of commitment.
Taking the moment as she was, she became acutely aware of her surroundings. The noise in the corridor. A shrieking laugh from outside. The remnant drip from the wash basin tap and... her image in the mirror.
The mirror on the far wall, though not large, gave a selective voyeur's viewpoint of her position. She could just about see her tummy with her top pushed up to her naval, and the tops of her thighs and...
She could see her hands covering her private area. Shifting them back and forth, she could see her lips swelling a little, her inner labia curling out through the slit. The pink of the inside seemingly lighter than usual for some reason. Her inner labia unfolding at her touch and pushing back now to her outer lips, revealing and easier to see the swelling swirl of skin that was her clit and her finger encouraging the separation.
Mildly intrigued and with a smile now playing on her lips, she ran her finger into the dark recess between.
After her initial reluctance to open herself up, she felt a surprising amount of moisture and the play of her finger made it a very pleasurable experience. She pushed her longest middle finger in and curled it up and back to herself, the nails of her others brushing her lips and clit. She felt an involuntary gasp escape her lips and muted herself quickly in case of being overheard.
Her mind began to replay the reason she was doing this and the eroticism of doing this very personal act in a seemingly very public place at someone's direction, proved a little too much.
Shock.
Eroticism.
And the slightest bit of guilt that if she continued, then there was a chance that she would go too far to stop.
He had told her to breathe.
She closed her eyes and measured her breath as he had directed, her finger back out now, she did as she had been told and stroked up and down her slit. He had called it 'centre herself' which she hadn't entirely understood at the time, but as the seconds ticked by, she felt her shoulders sag from their involuntary hunch, her chest expand with each breath and her muscles definitively relax around her body.
The time must be up by now.
Reluctantly, and with an awareness that her pussy was now almost running with moisture, she forced her hand away for some more toilet paper, then reached for the phone to text him a confirmation of her compliance and a thank you.
The second time had been at lunch following the usual stressful period and after a sandwich. She had found herself looking forward to her moment on the toilet and this time she lingered a little longer and her mind drifted to her Dom and how he understood her. He had known how much she would enjoy this and the naughtiness of obeying him from this remote distance was not lost on her.
Her mind now on her Dom, she considered his messages and attitude. Neither engendered a reluctance to obey; it was almost a given that she would. A fear that if she didn't, he would put her over his knee, possibly publicly, and wouldn't care. Or more upsetting... he would stop because she hadn't obeyed, and she liked how she felt in communication with him. His nurturing and supportive tone. His brusque and no-nonsense approach. His size and compelling nature.
She felt the familiar feelings of build up occuring much sooner and it was only when her face started to feel heated and her second hand instinctively clutched at a breast, that she forced the other one away from her genitals.
She opened one eye for the mirror and compared her look to one of countless porn images that she had seen over the years. Soft milky white thighs; gaping lips surrounding pretty, swirling labia; her pubic area needing another shave but if her Dom could see her right now, she was sure that he would approve.
If he was there now, would he be on his hands and knees before her to kiss her pussy whilst she held it open for his tongue or would he have his cock out and in her face, with his hand on the back of her head and encouragement for her to take it as deeply as she could into her mouth?
She felt that that moment was a second or two away from an orgasm becoming irreversible, and extremely reluctantly pulled her hand away from her lips.
