The phone screen flashed brightly in the corner of my eye, at the same time as the desk began vibrating. Trying hard not to jump and act calm, I stood up slowly and excused myself from the desk where my colleagues had gathered for our weekly briefing. As they continued to discuss the monthly sales figures and new markets, I picked up my phone and saw the message that would change my life forever. "Get your sorry cuck ass home now, you sissy bitch. Tonight is the night you finally get your wish."
I could feel my cheeks burning and looked up to check that no one was looking at me. The memories of that night during the first lockdown rushed back and punched me square in my stomach.
Walking quickly back to my desk, grabbing my keys and wallet, I made my excuses from the meeting and was heading towards the car park when my phone buzzed again.
"Why are you keeping me waiting? Answer me cuck bitch." with the three dots letting me know that another text was on its way.
My fingers fumbled to find the right letters, "Sorry, Mistress, I am on my way."
"You will be fucking sorry if you keep me waiting again. I am upstairs getting ready. When you get home, you will find some things on the table. Put them on and wait on your hands and knees outside the bathroom."
"Yes, Mistress."
It was all I could think of as I started the car and drove home with a hundred images churning in my mind. Images of a fantasy that was about to come true and I didn't know how to feel about it. Could I tell her to stop, or was it too late for that?
My girlfriend was hot. I'd always know it, and everyone said so. On nights out, she would be the one wearing the revealing, short outfits showing off her legs and amazing tits. Crop tops or cut-outs would show off her flat stomach and toned body. Guys, and even girls, would follow her with their eyes as she walked across the room. If I left her, even for a minute, she would be talking to some guy or two when I returned. I used to tease her about how she could get any guy she wanted, and we often fantasised about it when we got home. She'd play along, whispering in my ear how she'd already fucked some guy in the back of the club, and making me lick her out. The idea would make my cock so hard and always lead to the most intense fucking.
That's how it started. The first week of lockdown, when there was nowhere to go and nothing to do. We had made home-made cocktails, and as they flowed, we started to play truth or dare. The questions had started tame, but as the cocktails flowed, so did the questions. The tone changed when she asked who was my hottest fuck before I met her and I kept it going by asking her which of her boyfriends had the biggest dick. Laughing and flushed with all that alcohol she refused to say.
"Babe, you know if you don't tell me, you have to do a dare?"
"I'll take that dare," she squealed, hiding behind her fingers, "come on, what do you want me to do?"
If she meant this, I could make one of my fantasies come true. "Honestly, you will do my dare? Even if it is a bit out there?"
"A dare's a dare babe, tell me what I have to do?"
"When this lockdown is over, and we can go out again, I want you to get dressed up like you always do, and when I go get a drink for us at the bar, you have to take the first guy to talk to you into the toilets and either suck him or fuck him and tell me all the sordid details about it afterwards."
"What? That's what you want me to do?" I was expecting her to say no or tell me to choose something else, but she looked like she was enjoying the idea and the dark, wet line forming on her knickers told me that the thought turned her on.
"OK, I'll do it but... I don't want you there with me. I don't want you watching. I'll do it, but I want to go out on my own and take one of the guys into the toilet or behind in an alley and then tell you all about it when I get home afterwards."
That was months ago, and I had forgotten all about it until that text in my office. Now it was happening. As I pulled into the drive, my heart was pounding, and I had no idea what would be waiting for me to put on.
As I opened the door, there was a note with two items on top of it. Picking up the message, I read the words, "Strip naked for me bitch. Put the collar around your neck and put the leather straps around your tiny cock. When you have done that, get on your knees outside the bathroom."
Grabbing the two items and taking the note into the living room, I started to undress quickly. Trying as much as possible not to get hard, I slid the five leather rings over my cock and then pulled it down to the base of the shaft, and as best I could, I tied the two leather straps around each of my balls, before buckling the collar around my neck.
Walking up the stairs, I could feel the leather straps pull against my balls, dragging them apart and making my cock swell within the five rings despite them digging into my skin. Taking several long deep breaths, I knelt in front of the bathroom door.
"What took you so long bitch? Get in here now. I need your help." her tone was severe, and something about it made my heart quicken and my cock twitch.
