Michael
I looked down at the tablet. These new cameras were really fantastic, I could zoom in on the peas on Steve's plate and count them, all by the flick of a finger on the touch screen.
"It seems our friends our having a dinner party." I said.
"Uh." grunted Bonnie.
I turned up the volume and listened to their dinner party conversation. I discovered that the blonde woman was called Sarah and her partner was Mike. They chatted incessantly about their 4 month old daughter. How interminable I thought.
"Uh, uh, uuuughh." Bonnie's moans grew in intensity.
I glanced over at her. Her head was buried in the pillow, her knees tucked under her, with her arse stuck in the air. Her arms were pulled back behind her with her hands shackled together in handcuffs.
An extremely well hung athletic black man, by the name of Curtis was burying his huge cock into her, and building up a punishing rhythm. Bonnie let out a long wailing moan, as her body started to convulse.
I reached over to the 'pleasure and pain' drawer and removed a ball gag. I approached her signalling Curtis to hold off, while I attached the device to her, muffling her ecstatic wailing. I couldn't have her interrupting me after all.
I returned my attention back to the tablet. Perhaps I could liven things up a bit. I took out a mobile, double checking it was the untraceable one I wanted, and phoned Steve's home.
Looking at the tablet I heard the phone ring in the background. Come on Louise answer the phone. I really didn't want Steve picking it up. Judging by their positions around the table Louise was closest.
"Oops there's the phone I'd best answer it." I heard her say on the tablet.
She got up and I split screened the display so I could see the phone in the hallway while maintain a view of the proceedings in the dining room. I muted the volume on the tablet, so she couldn't hear.
Louise walked to phone and picked up. As she did I said, "Hello Louise."
"Who is this?" she replied.
"It's me, Michael. How are you?"
"What do you want now, I'm in the middle of something...."
"Yes I know. A nice cosy dinner party, with Sarah and Mike. How sweet."
"How do..." She started, but then stopped. "Spying on us again, like the perverted voyeur you really are?" she whispered angrily.
"That's not very nice is it Louise? Here I was, just going to tell you tomorrow's challenge in advance so you er... have more time to prepare."
"Fuck. Haven't you had enough of your perverted games. Aren't you getting bored yet?"
Bonnie whimpered loudly in the background.
"What was that?" quizzed Louise.
I ignored her.
"I'll never get bored of teasing you Louise."
"Well tell me what your stupid challenge is, and I'll go back to my dinner party."
"Hmmm, since you were so rude maybe I'll wait till tomorrow."
"Oh fuck you." she swore.
"Don't put the phone down." I said anticipating her next response.
"Give me one reason why not?" she asked."
"Because, Louise, I haven't finished with you. Every time you're rude to me, I take it personally and I want to punish you."
"What?"
"Now before your friends start getting suspicious, I want you to do me a favour."
"A favour for you, yeah right."
"Don't worry it's perfectly simple."
"Go on."
"Lift up that rather fetching flower print dress you're wearing and show me your knickers."
"Look I'm in the middle of a dinner party, can't this wait."
"Just do it."
I thought I might have to blackmail her some more, but she complied willingly this time. Perhaps my training was working.
She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal some rather fetching pink patterned knickers. I panned and zoomed the camera in so I could get a good view.
"Very nice."
"Had a good look now?" Can I lower my dress?"
"Yes but first drop your knickers to the floor and step out of them."
"You're joking."
"Louise." I uttered her name with disdain in my voice.
"Oh for fuck's sake." She quickly removed her knickers with one hand holding the dress with the other, so I got the briefest glimpse of that cute stripe of pubic hair.
Bonnie always kept a perfectly shaved pussy and it was a bit of a thrill for me to see Louise's simple stripe of fluff.
"Happy now, look I've got to get back." She picked her knickers off the floor and stuffed them behind the cabinet.
I looked to the other camera.
"Don't worry your friends are still being engaged by one of Steve stories."
"One last thing I need you to do."
"What now." she said like a stroppy five year old.
"Try and get Steve to put his fingers in your dirty snatch during the party."
"Are you for real?"
"Trust me, he'll enjoy it, and I'm sure deep down you'll get off on the thrill of it."
"Is that my challenge?"
"No that comes tomorrow. Bye for now."
I put the phone down. I watched the next few minutes of the dinner party but then turned it off. It didn't matter if she did or didn't get Steve to finger her, just the possibility of it would be a turn on.
I wondered if I'd be able to tell if she had succeeded from Steve's attitude at work tomorrow. He was bound to have an extra spring in his step if his wife let him finger her at a dinner party.
Roll on tomorrow.
Louise.
I awoke with a bit of a hangover. After Michael's phone call I'd drunk a shed load more wine than I should have, and was feeling a bit worse for wear. When I returned to the dinner party, I'd joined in the banter but knowing my pussy was naked and available under my dress kept me from concentrating fully on the topics of conversation. I was sitting on the opposite side of the table to Steve so it would have been incredibly difficult for him to subtly reach under the table and touch me up, not unless he was Mr Tickle. I did think about putting my foot on his crotch but was worried that he wouldn't be able to contain himself with such a blatant move, and I'd embarrass Sarah.
Instead I knocked back glass after glass of wine, and contented myself that it wasn't a challenge. Fuck Michael. Even when I'm not ordered to do something I'm still somehow trying to please him. Fuck, fuck, fuck him.
I waited impatiently for the text to come in, pacing around the house like a caged animal. But by lunchtime it still hadn't arrived.
Right that's it I'm going out I thought.
No sooner had I thought this than BZZZT. the phone buzzed and played the 'Michael Melody'. I should have picked the theme from Jaws, or the Darth Vader one, but that might have aroused suspicion in Steve.
I checked it.
'How's your hangover Louise? Today's challenge is simple, and must be completed by tonight. You must participate in anal sex. You can perform this act in any room in the house but it must be visible by the cameras: You cannot do it under the cover of the duvet.'
"You bastard I said aloud to the cameras. You know I wouldn't let Steve do that."
"Why now you sicko?"
"I'm not doing it. No. 100% not doing it." I reiterated.
Was he watching?
A half hour, then an hour went by, then two hours...still nothing.
Finally Just before three o'clock, a text came through.
'Louise - please don't feel that you have to complete this task if you don't want to.' Phew I thought.
It continued though.... 'If you don't complete it your forfeit will be so much worse and will affect both Steve and yourself. Your choice'
Shit, I didn't like the sound of that. It was very threatening. I knew Michael didn't like to fuck around.
I didn't quite know what it would involve but it sounded too ominous to ignore.
I turned on the iPAD and typed in 'anal sex' into the browser. There were some forums for people who liked to do it and they gave some advice, but I was distracted by the porn videos where women would be fucked by guys with huge dicks up the ass. One video after another showed the same thing, women writhing in pleasure and moaning as dicks slid in and out of their tight little assholes.
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad? The advice I read suggested lots of lubrication and trying it out with a butt plug first.
I didn't own a butt plug but I had a dildo, but there was no way I was going to give Michael a free cam show of me masturbating with a dildo in my ass.
No, but I did have an idea.
An hour later I was nervously approaching the sex shop in the city's rather seedy area. As I entered the door sounder registered I'd come in with a long beep. The bored looking man at the counter glanced up at me and then back down at his magazine. He had piercings all over his face and more tattoos than a dog has fleas.
The shop was garish and had an awe inspiring collection of every conceivable sex aid possible. Dildos of every size assailed me as I mooched round looking for the butt plugs section. 'Butt plugs section' sounded funny as I said it to myself, and I giggled out loud. The man looked up again. He must have thought I was giggling at the merchandise.
I found what I was looking for, but then was struck by the diversity of the things, glass ones, black ones, metal ones, ones with tails, all different sizes.... arrrgh.
I quickly chose one that looked fairly bland but functional, - a black rubbery one that wasn't too big, and as an impulse buy I threw in a dildo that promised 'The most powerful orgasm you'll ever have.' We'll see I thought.
I took it to over to the man and took out my card, but then thought cash might be better... The bored assistant seemed to come to life, "You need any lube with that purchase?" the man asked in an unexpectedly polite manner.
"Erm I guess I should, shouldn't I?" I replied, turning a deep shade of crimson.
