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She was in the shower. Rivulets of water flowed over her body, and she revelled in the feel of it as it flowed across her shoulders and down over her breasts. She washed herself thoroughly: the feel of her soapy hands across her skin elicited a moan, and as she rinsed herself off, releasing the shower head and guiding it over her body, she enjoyed the water cascading over her. She shut the shower off and stepped out. She didn't need a towel today – she had laid one out on her bed so that she could perform her ritual. Her breath hitched as she walked to her bedroom thinking about what was to come and looking at how she had arranged the room.
There was a towel covering the bedspread. Her full length mirror was placed at the foot of the bed, and in the middle of the bed laid the box. The curtains were open, letting the daylight stream into the usually dark abode, and one of the windows was open enough for her to feel the breeze dance over her as she walked towards the bed. She sat in the middle at first, and let her fingers slide across the velvet material of the box next to her before clicking it open and slowly removing each item from its sacred hiding place. Turning to face the mirror, she shifted slightly towards it, and spread her legs. Her pussy had always amazed her. It wasn't the best looking in the world – especially not after four children, but when it was shaved clean, like it was now, the colour and shape always enticed her curiosity. Her skin was still wet, drops of water held onto the end of her very large, erect nipples, almost as if they didn't want to let go, as she looked at herself in the mirror.
She touched herself slowly at first, caressing down the sides of her breasts and over, slightly teasing the tender buds before she moved down to her stomach. Then she spread her legs wider, and ran her hands down her mound, towards her goal. She stopped at the last second and closed her legs. 'Not yet' she whispered to herself.
Returning to the items on the bed, she picked up the nipple clamps. Simple clamps attached to a chain, she loved the feel of them against her skin, and ran them across her legs, allowing the clamps to dangle by her hidden pussy for a while before dragging them upwards to her breasts. She teased her nipples with the cold metal¬¬ before she attached each clamp, an audible hiss accompanying the bite of steel on her flesh. Her hands moved down to her lap to stroke her thighs again, as if coaxing her legs to open, and as they opened, she stretched them as far as they could go – one on each side of the bed, before she began the exploration of her pussy. She started at the soft skin at the top, playing with it gently, avoiding the hardened clit beneath before she moved further down the folds, and simply pulled her pussy lips apart. She gasped as she watched her hole open slightly, as if it has taken a sharp breath, and holding her pussy lips open with one hand, slid a finger across it and then inside. The clamps on her nipples tightened as she became more aroused and she slid her finger deeper into her enjoying the sight of it disappearing into her hole and the feel of the warmth and wetness around her. A few thrusts later she removed the finger, and took it into her mouth, tasting her bittersweet juice and moaning as she coated it in her saliva.
She slid up the bed until her head hit the pillows, then sat up and took a sip of water, rolled it around in her mouth and then spat it onto her hand, raised her hips, lifted her ass, pulled her pussy lips apart again and filled her hole with her concoction. Then she picked up the silk scarf from the side of the bed, wiped her hand on it, and placed it over her eyes, tying it gently but firmly. When she was satisfied her blindfold was secure she picked up her favourite vibrator. As she felt the warm liquid slide down around her ass and bottom of her back, she lowered herself back down onto the bed, clicked the vibe on low and guided it down to her pussy. She felt herself swelling as she swirled it around her hole, between her soaking folds, and she moaned.
Thoughts came to her as she swept the vibrator around her hole. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she continued in anticipation of the thing she'd been waiting for, the reason she performed. And there it was. That same voice she'd heard so many times before.
"That's it... tease that pussy. Get it nice and wet and swollen for me..."
She increased the movement, still swirling around her hole, and yanked on the nipple chain hard, until the clamps released her nipples in a hard pinch, and she felt the first release of her juices trickle from her.
The voiced moaned. "That's nice, seeing your pussy all wet for me. You
are
a slut aren't you? A dirty, naughty slut... You enjoy me watching you fuck that sweet cunt of yours."
She moaned; she loved it when the voice said things like that. Instinctively, she began moving the vibrator faster, and turned it up another notch, wondering what it would say next.
"Oh yes baby, do it harder. Push that battery powered man into your juicy fuckhole. Ram that plastic deep in your cunt and fuck it like the slut you are."
The voice drove her insane, and she complied with its request. She drove the vibrator as deep into her pussy as she could, pounding herself with it as if it was a cock. Her other hand grabbed her breast, twisting the nipple, and she released a loud lust filled moan. The room was filled with the slick sounds of her pussy juice sloshing as she rammed the vibrator in and out of her in a fucking motion, she could feel the breeze flowing over her already sensitive skin as it came in though the window – the tension was mounting and all too soon she found herself ready for release.
"Stop." The voice was harsh. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you to, you fucking horny slut. Turn it off and pull it out. Now."
This was new. Usually the voice encouraged her to continue, to pleasure herself in ways she would never have imagined, and then coax her to orgasm. Something was off, her senses were reeling; but she complied. The vibrator slipped from her pussy with a wet pop. She heard the voice breathing heavily, could almost feel the breath on her ear, and she started shaking: suddenly, painfully aware that the voice was closer, louder than usual, and the person it belonged to was in her room. The vibrator dropped from her hand onto the bedspread, and automatically, her legs closed. She opened her eyes, but couldn't see anything because of the blindfold. She couldn't move. She was frozen. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, her breathing grew rapid, and then she felt the chain of her clamps trail across her stomach. She gulped.
"Shhh, baby. It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to watch, and you were spoiling the fun. Think back. Haven't you enjoyed the times you've heard my voice telling you what to do to yourself? How to fuck that gorgeous cunt of yours for me?"
She felt herself flush with embarrassment, the heat searing from her toes all the way to her cheeks.
"Don't be embarrassed, baby. I know you loved it. Every time you've done this, I've been here, outside, on your balcony, my cock straining against my jeans as I've watched you fuck your pussy for me. It's so beautiful to see. I couldn't resist you anymore, had to see you up close. Tell me you don't like it and I'll go away, you'll never hear from me again."
She felt the chain from her nipple clamps trace over her breasts and shivered.
"Did you like it, baby? Did my sweet, dirty slut like it when I told her how to fuck herself?"
She nodded hesitantly.
"Do you want me to go?"
The voice was softer now, much like she remembered from days gone by when she'd complied with its requests to touch herself gently, bring herself off slowly. She was confused. There was a stranger in her room - but he wasn't a stranger, not really. The voice had coaxed her to orgasm and driven her to ecstasy more times in the past few months than she could remember, and what he told her to do, the way he talked to her, made her feel... free. She shook her head.
