That Friday started just the same as the day before, with no hint to what lay in store. Anthony woke Eileen, who rubbed the sleep from her eyes as soon as the cuffs came off her wrists. He stood beside the bed waiting expectantly. She looked at him in confusion, not quite sure what to do. When she realized what he wanted, she blushed and lowered her eyes. Hesitantly, feeling self-conscious, she picked up a pillow and put it on the floor at the end of the bed. He watched her set a second pillow on the end of the bed. When both were in place, she took the pump bottle from the nightstand.
Her cheeks burned red as she knelt on the pillow on the floor. Slowly, hands shaking, she pushed slippery lube into her ass, working it in with her fingers. Then, just as slowly, she lowered her face into the other pillow and offered her ass to her husband.
He accepted her offer. She felt him position himself behind her, felt the head of his cock press against her. She moved her hips, grinding against him until she felt him harden. When he was fully erect, she pressed herself onto him, taking him deep. She worked her hips, stroking his cock with her ass, until they came together, the pillow absorbing her screams as hot come spurted into her.
When he had removed himself from her, she followed him silently into the bathroom for the second part of the morning's ritual. In the shower, she soaped herself thoroughly under his gaze. Once she had lathered up, she ran her hands across his body, paying close attention to his reactions. The self-consciousness she'd felt the first time she had bathed him this way was not as strong this time; instead, his sighs of pleasure when she pressed her body against his, the tiny trembles that shuddered through him as she slid up and down against him, made her feel just a bit more confident.
When she had soaped him thoroughly, she knelt on the floor of the shower to take his cock between her breasts. She squeezed them around it and slid up and down, her eyes never leaving his face, until he hardened again. She moved faster, her wet and soapy skin slippery against his, until his expression changed. A moment later, he cried out. Thick, ropy come spurted across her breasts. Eileen felt contradictory emotions battle inside her--satisfaction at giving him pleasure, disgust at the feel of his semen clinging to her body. She rose and kissed him gently before she rinsed them both clean.
When they had dried off, he returned to the bedroom to get her training device. She stood quietly, legs apart, and allowed him to lock it into place. He dressed quickly for work, but told her to remain naked, just as he had done the day before. They ate breakfast, him clothed and her nude, while the vibrator inside her began its job of pushing and prodding her to sexual arousal.
After breakfast, he kissed her on his way to the door. "You can get dressed now if you like. Don't forget that you need to go shopping! I've left a list for you on the refrigerator door."
She had no idea, at that moment, how dramatically the rest of the day would go wrong.
His car pulled out of the driveway. Eileen ran her hand absently over her breast, remembering the feel of his come spurting on it. The vibrator locked inside her whirred softly. Her nipple hardened against her palm.
When the buzzing stopped, she shook herself and blinked. Feeling half in a dream, she went into the bedroom to dress. She stood for a long time in front of the dresser, feeling acutely self-conscious again, before she finally chose a simple chemise in deep blue with a plain skirt and shoes. Anthony's prohibition on wearing any sort of underwear heightened her self-consciousness. The thin chemise draped over her breasts, revealing ample cleavage and making her hard nipples stand out.
She felt strangely disconnected from the image she saw in the mirror. Two months ago, she would never dream of venturing out in public dressed so provocatively, for fear of being branded as a slut, or worse. Now, the woman in the mirror startled her. Her reflection seemed to possess an easy, confident sexiness that Eileen did not feel. Something in the way her reflection stood, and in the way she moved, radiated sultriness.
Is that how other people see me?
Eileen wondered.
The vibrator suddenly started buzzing fast. Eileen gasped and bent over clumsily. In the mirror, her alter ego leaned forward seductively, cheeks flush, eyes bright with appetite. Her top fell away, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. Embarrassment rose. In the mirror, her reflection looked back at her with obvious lust. Eileen shivered and turned away.
Leaving the house that afternoon was one of the hardest things Eileen could ever remember doing. It took her quite a while to work up the courage to step outside. Before, when Anthony had made her appear in public in such a state, and dressed so indecently, he had been with her, but this was different. Going out into the world like this, on her own, the vibrator buzzing inside her, made her feel vulnerable and exposed in a completely different way than she felt when he was there. Even when he had cut all the buttons off her shirt and paraded her around nearly topless on a leash, she had not felt so vulnerable.
She did her best to ignore the vibrator's slow, steady hum during the short drive to the store. The feelings of vulnerability and self-consciousness rose sharply as she walked through the parking lot. By the time she passed through the doors into the store, it seemed that everyone must surely know how aroused she was, and how she had this vibrating thing shoved up inside her sex. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the store while she pushed her shopping cart around.
Several times, she found herself stopping in the middle of an aisle, hands gripping the cart until her knuckles turned white, as the vibrator raced inside her. She closed her eyes tightly, praying she would be able to keep from making a sound while her body was driven into a sexual frenzy. When the buzzing stopped, she stood very still, breathing heavily, until the arousal ebbed enough for her to move again.
Shopping was inefficient. Eileen wandered the aisles randomly, too lost in her own arousal, too self-consciousness to pay more than a minimum of attention to what she was doing. She found herself retracing her steps repeatedly to find everything on Anthony's list. Each time someone walked past her, she put one arm protectively over her breasts, trying to conceal her erect nipples that pressed so prominently against the thin fabric.
Finally, she had gathered the last of the things on the list. As if with evil intent, the vibrator started running the moment she got into the checkout line, slowly at first. Little by little, while she waited in line, it sped up. She felt a rush between her legs, and the tension and heat started to take hold in her thighs. Butterflies swirled. She closed her eyes tightly and concentrated with all her strength on pushing the feelings away.
Please, please,
she thought,
let me keep it together for just a few more minutes...
"Ma'am?"
She jumped. "Yes?"
The man behind the register gestured to the belt. She realized suddenly that the person in front of her had paid and left, and now the line was waiting for her. "Sorry," she mumbled. Her cheeks grew red and hot. She unloaded her cart awkwardly.
