Come the following Monday I was full of anticipation, mixed with dread, as to what my fourth task might be. I well knew that my husband, Steven, was planning the tasks so each of them was increasingly humiliating, causing me to submit my body in a manner I thought would always remain in my fantasies only.
As I nervously joined Steven in the lounge after dinner he handed me the folded piece of paper. I opened it, and read the contents. 'Well done my darling. This week you will masturbate yourself to orgasm in front of Henrik and I. You will, of course, be totally naked. Love you, Steven XXX
I stared at the piece of paper in absolute horror. Up until know I had not indulged in any overt sexual behaviour in front of Henrik For me, masturbation is a very private act carried out when one is alone. It had been bad enough playing with myself while in the bedroom of a sleeping Henrik. But I knew masturbating myself, and bringing myself to orgasm, while naked in front of Henrik and Steven, was a mission far too impossible. I doubted if I could have done it even if I was performing for Steven alone.
I desperately tried to persuade Steven to come up with an alternative fourth task, but he remained doggedly firm. Even when I began crying he was unmoved. In the end I stormed out in frustration, and I could hardly bring myself to talk to him over the next few days.
I desperately tried to get the courage to go through with the task. I even resorted to sneaking home one lunch hour, undressing, and lying prone on my bed. I then visualized Steven and Henrik watching me as I began to play with myself. But it was no good. I hardly made myself damp, let alone get anywhere near close to orgasm.
Friday came around too soon, and Henrik announced he was going away for a long weekend with friends. I knew I would not be able to fulfil the task before the end of the week. I was relieved, but also nervous at the possible consequences. Steven said nothing the whole weekend, and I began to wonder if he was going to take pity on me, and perhaps set another task I was capable of achieving.
Come Monday I was more nervous than normal as I joined Steven for our coffee.
Silently he handed me the piece of folded paper. I opened it, and read. 'I am disappointed you have not performed Task 4. For this you will be punished by a person other than myself, or Henrik. The details of the person you are to contact are noted below.
Additionally, you will complete Task 4 as required. Both the punishment and the task are to be completed this week. Love you, Steven XXX'
At the bottom of the page there was a woman's name, Maria, followed by a phone number.
I looked at Steven as if he was insane. Was he seriously contemplating punishing his wife like a young child, and somehow expecting me to also complete Task 4? I pleaded with him to discuss options for me that were more palatable, but again he was totally unmoved.
All he would say was, "I know you have it in you, and if you let your inhibitions go you will let the real you come to the surface. Trust me. Maria will be waiting for your call"
I just about threw something at him, I was so frustrated. And who the hell was Maria.
Despite my incredible fear of what I had been asked to do, over the next 24 hours I began to develop a quiet resolve I was going to prove to Steven, and myself, that I could let go of all the inhibitions that had been instilled in me through a lifetime of conservative upbringing.
I waited for a quiet moment at work on Wednesday morning. When I was sure no one was around I picked up the phone and dialled the number at the bottom of the note.
