Synopsis : Jane's grip tightens around Cassy, and the business executive begins to learn the intricacies of her new role. With the weekend coming to a close, and an impending return to the Office on the horizon, Jane takes Cassy out to make sure she won't soon forget who is in charge.
Author note : The following story is part of an ongoing, multi-part series.
Once more, I've done my best to incorporate as many people's suggestions into this chapter, and will continue to do so in future chapters!
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot.
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Chapter 4 : Trip to the Mall
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The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was a hot, beguiling feeling between my thighs.
Before I even sat up in my plush bed, my hands snaked down under the covers, sliding up in between my legs.
"Fuck..." I muttered, feeling the wetness that clung to my skin. My body was still aroused from last night. It had taken me forever to fall asleep. I'd laid awake, battling the temptation that I'd built up over the long, torturous evening.
Last night, after Isabelle had left us, I'd waited patiently in the living room of my mini-mansion for Jane to return to me. I'd been so nervous... anticipating any number of great horrors to emerge from her foreboding duffle bag. With all that had already happened to me ; my impromptu poolside training session, my oral fuck-session with Isabella, the humiliating experience of being shaved in my own back yard, I didn't know what else Jane could throw at me. But I'd learned to expect the worst.
Which is why I'd been surprised when Jane had simply wanted to watch a movie.
I'd been prepared for another round of exasperating torment. I'd been sexed up, turned on, and left in a sloppy state by my ordeal earlier.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'd been halfheartedly looking forward to Jane finishing me off with the tricks and toys she'd brought with her. After all, neither of the two tantalizing women had allowed me to cum, despite repeatedly bringing me to the edge over and over again...
But Jane had simply kicked her feet up, and ordered me to play something on my giant flat screen TV. I'd flipped through the pay-per-view menu for her until she'd found something she'd wanted to watch. It hadn't been anything crazy, even. Some old monster movie from the 50s. It was black and white, and corny as hell...
Not that I'd watched much of it. Even though Jane seemed content to relax for the rest of the evening, I learned I'd have no such luck. She ordered me up onto the couch, and I'd obeyed. I'd stretched over her, lying on my back over her lap.
Then I'd parted my legs, and felt her hand slip down onto my cunt.
Though I'd been initially confused over her actions, her torturous plan had revealed itself to me quickly enough.
While she watched the cheesy monster flick, she'd fondled me on her lap. I'd stared up at her, my back arched across her legs, as she'd teased my pussy and pinched at my nipples.
Her eyes had been on my wide-screen TV, but her hands had never left my body. They'd spent an hour and a half tickling my delicate spots and edging me into a state of utter lust.
She'd treated me as if I was simply something to fidget with while she watched the movie. She'd toyed with me like a play thing! She'd hush me when I got too loud, but always maintaining my constant state of arousal with an endless fondle that lasted long after the credits had rolled.
All the while, I hadn't been allowed to cum!
It was a greater torture than anything I'd endured so far, and when she'd finally pushed me off of her lap, and declared that she was leaving for the night, my mind nearly broke in half.
That was it? That was her master plan? To rile me up, and then leave me be?!
It turned out to be a master stroke. Jane had left her duffle bag in my living room, but ordered me not to investigate it. Then she'd given me what turned out to be an absolute body-slam of an order :
I was not to touch myself without her explicit permission, no matter how aroused I felt.
I squirmed in my bed, remembering the ordeal I'd gone through yesterday.
After Jane had left, I'd spent the the remainder of the evening in a tizzy.
She'd left me precariously close to the edge ; desperate for an orgasm that had been denied to me for hours... and it drove me nearly mad.
Though I should have rejoiced at finally being left alone in MY house, I found myself pitifully wishing she'd return, and finish me off.
"Fuck!" I swore again, getting up from the bed, and throwing on a white, silky robe over my naked body.
I cursed at the feel of the fabric against my body. Even the touch of the robe on my naked ass and tits felt like a gentle caress, sending sensations of desire flooding up my spine.
I was a mess. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the reflection staring back at me confirmed as much. My cheeks were flushed, my breathing was heavy. I needed to cum.
Fuck Jane, I thought darkly. She didn't own me.
She might be able to order me around when she was here -- but she couldn't control my every waking moment! She'd left me alone, and I damn well could do what I please!
This was still my house, I told myself. I was still Cassandra Riley. I forced myself to remember that I wasn't just some sexed up fuck-pet, no matter what Jane had decided.
I had agency! I had free will!
If I wanted to fuck myself in my own damn house, so be it!
I should have done it last night! Immediately after she'd left me, I should have plunged my fingers up into my cunt and fucked myself senseless!
Feeling defiantly naughty, I spun back to my bed. My thighs were burning, so I laid down onto my back over the sheets, and spread my legs.
"Aaannhhh..." I let out a pent up moan as my hands slipped under the robe, and into the shivering folds of my soaked cunt.
My mind felt conflicted, but my body exploded at the touch.
On one hand, Jane had been explicit : NO TOUCHING YOURSELF.
On the other hand -- fuck that lecherous whore! How would she possibly find out about my rules violation?! She wasn't omnipotent -- far from it!
