There was a definite sense of excitement, mixed with the usual dread, as the following Monday evening came around. As we settled down in the lounge with our coffees, Steven had an extra sparkle in his eyes and a small grin, which suggested that Task 5 was likely to blow my socks off.
Following the same little ritual, he handed me the folded piece of paper, which I nervously opened and read.
'For the whole of this week you are going to be my little sex slave. You must do whatever I ask of you, or anyone else asks of you. Love you, Steven XXX'
I looked very curiously at Steven, and asked him exactly what he meant by being his sex slave. He just tapped the end of his nose and smiled.
"You will find out all in good time. But the first rule for my little sex slave is you are to be naked every evening from the time you arrive home, until you go to bed. Starting from right now."
I just looked at him, trying to ascertain whether he was deadly serious. His eyes told me he was. Without complaint I stood and quickly discarded all of my clothing.
I felt a perverted thrill at being naked. I was beginning to like the vulnerability it placed me in. The thought that Steven was in charge of my body all week was terrifying, but it had a certain appeal to my submissive nature that was now breaking through my veneer of normality.
I forced myself to walk down the hallway and into Henrik's bedroom where he was diligently doing his studies. He looked up, saw my nakedness, and smiled.
"I see you are naked again, Mrs. Baker. Have you been a naughty...again?"
"Well, sort of. I guess I have as I am going to be punished all week."
"All week, wow!" Henrik could not contain his excitement.
That night when Steven and I retired to bed, he made me suck his penis and swallow all of his cum. I had performed oral sex on Steven a few times in our younger days, but we had not done it in the last ten years at least. I liked it, but was frustrated as Steven would not allow me any relief. He commented his slave would have to earn her rewards before she would be allowed to orgasm.
The following day, Tuesday, I was surprised when I got a call from Steven on my cell phone while I was at work, as it is very rare. I was even more surprised when he ordered me to go into the women's toilet. Sheepishly I walked past the other staff with my phone in hand, and headed into the toilets. Once I was in the cubical I shut the door, and whispered into the phone to Steven to let him know I was there.
"Take off your panties and throw them in the waste bin."
I was aghast, but did as I was asked.
"Pull your skirt up to your waist and masturbate your pussy until you can feel yourself becoming wet."
I felt exceedingly foolish standing in the cubical with my skirt hiked up to my waist. I slid one hand down to my vagina and began to stroke it. All the time I had to tell Steven what I was doing, and how I was feeling. In no time I was becoming short of breath, and was most definitely wet.
I was then given permission to stop stroking my pussy and to pull my skirt down. Steven asked me if I needed to pee, and I informed him I did. His response was that for the rest of the week I could not pee at work or home without getting his permission first. I tried to protest but he was insistent.
"Now get back to work. We wouldn't want you to lose your job. And only ring me for permission to pee when you are absolutely desperate and can hold it no longer." With that parting shot he hung up. I had a sense of what life was going to be like as his sex slave for a week.