Becoming a Four S

I had been with my boyfriend, Julian, for several months. He is a bit of computer nerd. No, let me correct that, he was a massive computer nerd. But lovely in a gentle sort of way. What most attracted me to him was that he did not go all gooey over my rather large 38 size breasts. I am somewhat self-conscious of them. I see how men ogle other women with outsized breasts. I don't want to be thought of as just two walking knockers desperate to be manhandled by men. I always wear tight bras and loose clothing to conceal the mountains that protrude from my chest. I suspect Julian's geekiness meant he wasn't born with the urge to manhandle a woman. The problem, though, was that he also wasn't born with a great deal of imagination or drive for a, to me, satisfying sex life. He was attractive in other ways so I was happy to continue the relationship.

One day he announced that he had a three-month project in Australia. He regularly travelled for a week or so but this was quite a long period. Particularly since he wasn't good on electronic communications. Again, his geekiness had some odd manifestations and not liking phones and email was one of them. However, given the time he'd be away, I decided to get him a telephone. I entered the number into my phone and explained to him that I wanted us to communicate while he was Down Under. He moaned and grumbled and at least agreed to think about it.

After a couple of days' silence after he left, I decided to ease into trying to get him to communicate by sending a text. Before I hit SEND, I had a devilish idea. I took a photo of my breasts with a bikini top on. I was careful not put in my face. This was one of Julian's stern warnings of what NOT to do. I attached the photo to the text:

Hope the view Down Under is as pretty as the view here.

I was flattened when a reply came back almost immediately:

The view would be better with a view of what was under the down.

Julian had never asked for anything like that. And certainly not via text that he hated. After a bit of thought, I decided this might just be a way to spice up our sex life when he came home. I took off the top for another shot. I had no idea what to say so just texted the photo.

Nothing down under beats what's on your top!!

I smiled, pleased that he was finally opening up. Then came a shocker:

I'd love to see if what is down under you beats what's on your top."

My mind went into overdrive. Was he really asking me to send him a photo of my vagina? Was this the Julian I knew? Was sending nude photos of myself really something I wanted to do? The more I contemplated his request, the more excited I got. We never had any real foreplay or sexual banter before. This one text was more of a turn on then I had had in our relationship. Heart took over from brain and I set up a shot from my waist down. Off went the photo, again with no text.

There was a bit more delay before the reply came:

Your down under definitely beats what I've seen Down Under!

I was struck dumb! I just couldn't believe Julian was being so imaginative. The next line made me almost fall of my chair:

Though I can't see it from Down Under, knowing your down under was in full view during your tonight will make my day Down Under beyond memorable.

I was speechless. Or should I say textless! Never did I ever dream Julian would be so bold. But then never had I been so hot! It wasn't long before I sent back:

Your wish is my command. Enjoy your day.

Once I hit the SEND button, my hand went down to my button! It was no time before I had brought myself off to a very pleasantly satisfying orgasm. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the evening with my down under on full view! Though it felt very odd walking around half naked as I had put on top for a bit of warmth. It was also very erotic and stimulating. So much so, that before going to bed, I gave myself another orgasm.

About the same time the following evening, I was shocked to get a text from Julian.

Hope your evening was a memorable as my day.

I gave my reply fairly quickly.

Twice over, I'm sure!

Although I had sent half nude photos, I didn't really want our language to be explicit. I guess this was influenced by Julian's dislike of phones. I didn't want to spook him. I was intrigued by his reply.

My wish would be for the view down under to be available again tonight but with the tops covered with something of mine so I feel like I'm there.

My head went into overdrive. I didn't want to communicate with endless texts. So I had to be imaginative with figuring out what he wanted. I also had to figure out why he was suddenly being so imaginative. Though we didn't live together, he did stay over and had some clothes at my place. I had a look through his clothes. Dress shirts would cover my down under so I ended up using one of his T-shirts. It was tighter than anything I would ever wear. When I looked in the mirror, if looked like my nipples would break through the fabric. The T-shirt also made it look like most of my upper body was nothing but boobs! In any other circumstances I would have been embarrassed to the core. But now I was turned on. I setup the phone to take a photo from the neck down.

Your wishes are very imaginative. Much more so than usual for you.

I couldn't resist a bit of an exploration of what was going on with him.

I guess being Down Under sends more blood in my head.

Talk about double-entendra! I laughed and decided to continue playing along. I sent the photo. The reply came several minutes later.

Imagination satisfied. Let's do the same tomorrow.

I naturally agreed. Again, by the end of the night I was bringing myself off. At this rate, I was going to have to get a dildo!

Unfortunately, the next night I had to work late. So when his text came, I had to reply that I couldn't do anything as I was in the office.

Alone?

Odd question but I replied YES.

Then why not put the down under on view?

The affront!! Being half naked in my place of work? Absolutely not! I was furious and shocked.

You can't be serious!

Shall we say imaginative instead?

I looked around the office. There wasn't anyone there. And I was getting hot about the thought of doing something so out of character and transgressive. And I didn't want to dampen his imagination. I found myself taking off my shoes and rolling down my tights. Then I heard a sound. Panic enveloped me and I immediately stopped. Imagination is good, but it just needed to be better directed. With heart racing, I managed to type out a reply.

Happy to do as told at home but need an imaginative solution if I'm going to do such a thing here.

A simple OK was the reply. For me, I had to simply head to the Ladies Toilets to relieve myself. Terror filled my body at the thought of being caught naked but it also electrified me. I resolved to buy that dildo on the way home!

There were no messages for the next several days. I tried to go half naked and even completely naked when at home. This had no effect on my libido. Even with my newly acquired dildo I couldn't get any "memories"!

A text finally came through while at work and my heart immediately picked up a few beats. It was very business-like:

Please provide full work mailing address and next time you will be working late.

This was a bit odd as Julian had met me at my office. He also knew I usually worked late on Thursdays because he was always out that night. But I told myself that he had never posted anything to me and schedules do change. So I sent back the information he wanted.

The next Thursday, a delivery arrived at the office for me. This turned a few heads as I rarely get packages. It wasn't overly big, though it was a bit on the heavy side. There was a letter taped on the outside. I read it with great interest and heart the beat faster with every sentence.

At the appropriate time, you will open the package to find two lock boxes. They are controlled via Bluetooth. You will put all of your clothes on one box. Then you will Facetime me showing that each item of clothing is in the box and then you closing the box. I will then send the signal via your phone for it to lock. I will then unlock the other box that will contain the clothes you are to wear for the rest of the evening. Only then will you send a photo confirming you have followed instructions.

That was it. No other explanation or means for me to obtain clarification. Despite this sudden burst of imagination, I knew it would be pointless to text him for more information. So, I worked as best as I could for the rest of the day. And that wasn't very good as I was on pins and needles. Finally, the office was empty. I opened the package and saw the two boxes. I could open one but not the other. I looked around again. No one was in the office. I knew from experience no one ever came in after 6pm. My heart was racing. What was in the other box? What would I do if someone came in? What if there were no clothes in the other box? Could I get any more excited than I was already?!!!!!!

That last statement did it for me. I put my coat and purse in first. Then took off my shoes, tights, dress and blouse. I folded them so that each item was plainly visible. I stood there for a few moments in my underwear wondering if I was really brave enough to take them off and stupid enough to close them away. I also knew that this was the hottest I had ever been and would only be brave enough to carry it thought if I had no control. In went the underwear and On went the Facetime.

I heard two clicks. The clothes box was firmly shut. The other opened to show a smaller skirt than I would have ever worn and a top that was more revealing than anything I ever imagined. But they were better than the nothing I was wearing!

So I put them on and took a photo from the shoulders down. I must admit, I looked hot. A hot tart, granted, but hot nonetheless. And of course, I had locked the dildo away in the box with my purse. Oddly, I didn't need it. As soon as I sent the photo, an orgasm went through my body. That was a first. Of course, it was also the first time I was dressed up as tart in my office!

His reply was pleasing too.

Glad you understood the instructions. I hope the occasion is as memorable for you as it is for me.

I agreed with him and said that I somehow needed to get a bit more work done before going home. That would be in about two hours.

Well, it was only an hour before I got in touch with him. I was just too turned on to be focused on work. My heart beating in terror only heightened the excitement in my vagina.

Memories can do that!

(I laughed.)

I will unlock your clothes tomorrow. Have a nice journey home.

Panic flooded my body. He wanted me to go home like a tart? And how was I supposed to get into my flat? I texted him furiously.

Sorry, I didn't expect you to lock up your purse and coat.

Well I did!!!! And now your imagination has trapped me here completely under your control.

There was a long pause.

Use Facetime so I can see your entire office.

Why on earth do you want me to do that?

There was no reply so had to do what he asked.

Take a full body photo of you standing in front of your boss's office.

No, you said to never take photos like and send them electronically. And why are you thinking of making me do such a thing!

A few seconds passed before his reply came.

So much blood is in my head Down Under that my imagination is running wild. You're right, you shouldn't take photos like I'm telling you. But this is not about doing what is right and wrong. It's about doing what I say.

As fury and fear spread through my body, I could feel another orgasm rising in my vagina. I couldn't understand why that was happening but sure loved it. But I still wanted to be careful.

And what are you going to say?"

That's for me to know and you to find out. If you're up to a bit more imagination and memories it can bring.

Well, he only wanted a photo of me dressed. Provocatively, granted, but I was still dressed. So over I went, took the photo and sent off.

Now, remove your skirt and take another full body shot in front of the next door.

That was absolutely outrageous and dangerous. How could he tell me to do such a thing? And then the orgasm ripped through my body. My knees buckled. I had to grab a nearby desk to stop myself from falling on the floor. For the first time ever, I felt moisture between my legs. I had to use the skirt to mop up what was coming out. Well, that kind of made the decision. I had to remove the skirt no matter what he wanted me to do.

I managed to get myself over to the next door and take the photo. Just looking at set another shock through my body. As much as I knew the danger, I didn't want the feelings to stop. I hit the SEND button.

That took a bit of time. Are you okay?

I laughed to myself. There were too many emotions coursing through me to know. I just texted back:

Creating memories.

Do you want to continue?

Now my imagination kicked in.

It's not about me wanting to continue. It's about me continuing to do what you say - tonight.

Very good and don't worry. As long as you continue to do only what I say tonight I will not say anything in the future. Now take off your top and take another full body shot in front of the next door.

I did as instructed.

Now, take off all your pubic hair and take another full body shot in front of the next door.

I never wanted to do this. It's so degrading to woman and plays into men's infantile imaginations. But then, what on earth was doing right now? The one time Julian did open up about sex it was about shaving. I told him never in no uncertain terms. I guess he was just getting back at me for that with new found imagination.

I couldn't believe I found myself scrounging around offices in the nude desperately looking for something to shave my own pubic hair off. I remember that one of the blokes kept a shaving kit for emergencies. I went to his desk and the kit was still there. I opened it up to see the razor and shaving cream I needed.

I have no idea what came over me, but I went to the boss's office. I moved things around so that I could film myself using the kit. I had never seen myself from this angle with my legs spread wide and busy vagina open to the world. There was no mistaking it was me and where I was. The tension just rose further in my body. Then, with a deep breath, I hit the Facetime button so Julian could watch but no record. My god, I was horny doing this. I lathered on the shaving cream and slowly used the razor to remove row after row of hair. I gave everything a good wipe and used my bare hand to move up and down my very bare.... Well, now I decided to refer to it as a cunt. Women with pubic hair have vaginas. I was coming to realise I was not just a woman without pubic hair, but a slutty cunt! And god did it feel good. I put a small amount more on my new cunt, spread it around and then more carefully and visually used the razor. I pulled my cunt lips taut to give Julian, and me(!), more of a thrill.

Once again I wiped myself clean. This time, though, I got completely carried away. The smoothness was so wonderful and the stimulation of pulling my own cunt lips around that I couldn't resist bring myself off. The rolling camera just encouraged to put on a real show. I brought a finger up to my mouth so I could wet myself. Then I circled my outer and then inner lips. To my amazement, I could see my clitoris as blood flowed into it. This was so erotic every muscle in my body was tensing. I pushed my finger in as far as I could and rubbed my clitoris with my palm. When I pulled my hand out, the most amazing thing happened. I stream of liquid shot out of me as the orgasm ripped through my body. I had never experienced such a thing. I thought it was male fantasy or made-up porno filming. But out it came. I had just enough sense to put my hands out to catch as much as I could. The release was exquisite. Like nothing I had ever experienced before. Not knowing what else to do, I brought my hands up to my mouth to lick them clean. I couldn't believe how wonderful I tasted and added thrill it gave me. I just sat there letting my heart settle and muscles slow down. After what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes, I reached over to shut off the phone. I was glad I had put on RECORD as I wouldn't believe this had happened.

To my horror, I saw my liquid on the desk. I dashed out to get the skirt and mop up what was there. Now that skirt really was useless! I then gathered everything up, returned the kit and took the photo in front of the next door. I sent it off and waited the reply.

Wonderful show. Lots of memories there! Now, last full body photo of you in front of a door with the top but no bottom - and no hair!

I gathered what little strength I had to do this.

Great. I will now unlock the clothes box. You are to only take your coat and purse out, with photo as confirmation. You can then go home to finish off your night.

I went back to my desk. I looked at my clothes and decided I couldn't possibly go home just wearing the top and my coat. I took off the top and put all my clothes back on. I decided to text back.

No photo. Too little energy and not enough courage. A woman's got to be able to say NO. Thanks for the multiple memories, though.

To be continued...