The Salt Lamp

As the nights went on, Stephs desires increased. The fire between her legs growing more and more irresistible. Whereas before she would touch herself every now and again after days of neglect, she now can scarcely go a day without the need for release.

These thoughts passing through her mind as she tried to concentrate on her book. She had hoped to go out with her husband tonight, but he was more interested in meeting up with his "boys" at the bar. She wasn't too surprised since it had been almost 5 months since they had both been out together, and that time her husband managed to get himself blackout drunk before 10pm. But she had still hoped to have some fun tonight.

As she sat there, she began to think of her new lamp. Thinking about how lovely it would be to crawl in bed right now with her laptop and relax in its warm glow. "Who says I can't have some fun tonight," she says to herself, putting her book down. "I don't need him to enjoy myself; I can find my own joy."

Striding down the hallway, she can feel herself moisten as she approaches the bedroom door. Pushing it open slowly, she sees it. The mysterious gift glowing softly. Its reddish-orange hue inviting her to lay down. Inviting her to relax.

Slowly she undresses down to her underwear and crawls in under the covers. Her body relaxing in between the soft sheets. She can't help but run a hand over her pussy. Feeling her wet panties. Her arousal already taking over her body.

Rolling over to her stomach, she opened her laptop, keeping one hand pinned below her. She had never watched much porn before now. But it was so hard to get off with just her fingers. Even the dildo she purchased lost its touch after a few days.

She was searching for something. She didn't know what she was searching for, but she knew it was out there. She had hoped it could be found on the internet. But as of now, she had now found anything to satisfy that desire that was burning within. All these sites seemed to do was incite the flame within her with no hope of true satisfaction. The images of these women getting fucked and used turning her on like no other.

So on she searched, landing on a steamy story of a wife being seduced by her male best friend. Steph allowed herself to slip into this fantasy. Playing it in her head as if it was her. Letting Bryce flirt with her little by little. Small compliments at first getting bolder and bolder as time went on. Bryce goading her to send progress pics to "See how well her running was going." She responded with a harmless picture she told herself. A simple mirror selfie of her in her sports bra and leggings with only her midriff exposed.

After the picture was sent, she waited glued to the phone. Her heart fluttering when he replied with a compliment. But what followed caught her off guard. A picture of his own with the caption "some quid pro quo." He was there lifting up his shirt in an obnoxious gym selfie. But she didn't care. Her eyes glued to his abs as she bit her lip. Her free hand sliding down her body as she fantasized about running her hands down his. His face had this cocky grin. Like he knew, she was touching herself at the sight of his body. Her hand rubbing her clit already so close. Then suddenly being pushed over the edge by a straightforward text. "Having fun?" The cocky bastard knew she was touching herself, and she loved every second of it.

After that, the texting heated up. Talks of sex and submission becoming more frequent and frequent. Steph trying to chastise Bryce for all the overt flirting, but it turned her on every time he did it. There were several close calls as her husband accidentally read part of the texts as they flashed up on the screen. She would always brush it off as a joke, but every time her panties would be soaked. She was getting addicted to him.

The texts got more and more perverse as time went on—the progress pictures becoming outright nudes. Simple flirting turned into sexting. But one thing Steph was adamant about was that she was not submissive. She was a strong independent woman that would bow down to no man. But every time she said that, all she would get was that cocky smirk in reply. And every time, she would melt.

Finally, he convinced her to hang out in person alone. Luckily she worked an afternoon shift alone. All that was there was the cleaning crew, and they left a few hours after she arrived. The day he was set to come over seemed to drag on. She couldn't wait to see him, and babysitting the server was doing nothing to distract her thoughts. All the things that could happen. All of the things she needed to prevent from happening. She was married after all this had to be just a friendly visit, that's all.

Then the door opened, and there he stood—the signature grin on his face. Steph squealed and jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around him, hugging him tightly. He held her, almost falling over from the surprise hug. But regained his balance and swung her around. He then pressed her against the wall looking into her eyes, her heart fluttering. He then leaned in, giving her a kiss sending her mind into overdrive. This can't be happening... but she wanted it, and he knew it. Wrapping her arms around his head, she eagerly kissed back. He then pulled back, setting her back down, leaving her both physically and mentally off-balance.

He pulled a move out of his backpack and started to look around for the DVD player. She was so confused she was so ready to fuck this man, and he just walked away. Her panties were soaked for him, and she had no clue what was going on. He looked over, lifting his eyebrow and smirking "are you okay?" was all he asked, but for her, the warmth that spread from between her legs. The cocky asshole was fucking with her, and instead of making her mad, it turned her on. She pointed out to the DVD player before making it over to the chair on shaky legs.

She actually enjoyed the parts of the movie she caught. Bryce had decided to share the same chair as her pressing his body against hers as they squeezed into the same space. Every movement of his distracting her from the movie. His hand was placed on her thigh as he stood up to get a drink. Even her own arousal was making her nervous, wondering if it was apparent. Wondering if he could smell her.

After the movie ended, they just talked. And the longer they talked, the more he teased, the more they flirted, the more she was wound up. Eventually, he was openly talking about how he knew she was submissive. How, as a dom, it was pretty easy to spot. She laughed a bit at this. "I find it hard to believe you have a dom side," she said. His reply was simple "Well, how about you see my dom side." Her breath caught in her throat. His hand now resting on her thigh. She was nervous; she knew she was about to cross a line. He saw her hesitation and replied, "how about I get just 5 minutes, and then that's it." She thought this over. not much could happen in 5 min, so she nodded, agreeing to the plan.

As soon as she pressed start on the timer, the commands started. "Up." "Turnaround." "Remove your top" And with every order, she followed immediately, her heart pounding in her chest. After she removed her top, she looked down at him, waiting for his next order. "Down," he said with a point to the ground. And down she went kneeling between his legs here eyes locked on his. And then he just nodded. And she knew what he wanted what he needed. She reached up, unbuckling his belt and opening up his jeans. Pulling them down, eyeing his hard cock tenting his underwear. She didn't stop; she needed to see it to feel it. Pulling his underwear down, letting his cock spring free.

His hard cock right out in front of her. She reached out, grabbing it, touching another man's cock. "Good girl," he whispered to her. The warmth of the complement passing through her as he gave his next order. "Lick it," and she did so without question. Leaning forward, tasting him. Looking up at him, looking for his approval. She was in heaven when the shrill beeping of the alarm took her out of her stupor. The guilty feeling of cheating started to flood into her. She went to stand up, but he stopped her. Looking into her eyes, he said with that cocky smirk, "I think I get some more time." Her legs buckling under her as she fell back down to her knees. Steph finally realizing that she was his now. She would do anything he said, and she loved it.

Taking his cock into her mouth, she began to suck him off as he ran his fingers through her hair. "That's a good girl," the words sending shock waves to her pussy. She pulled off his cock and looked at him, barely getting out a "please." He heald her by her hair, forcing her to look at him. One hand sliding down her pants under her panties. "Please what?" he asked his fingers, finding the heat between her legs.

"F..fuck me..." she muttered. Pulling her hair tight as his fingers played on her pussy "Fuck me what?" he asked. She knew what he wanted her to say. She knew that he wanted her to submit herself to him to become his submissive. And she knew that she was his, that he was her master, and she was nothing but his pet.

"Fuck me, Master."

With that Stephanie in her bed, fingers on her clit found that scratch for her itch. Her legs tightening as she came to her fantasy self, finding a Master. The act of submitting wholly to someone else and giving yourself up to them. The waves of pleasure rolling through her body like a tidal wave.

As she came down from her highest high, she now knew what she needed to do. She needed to find her master. Her useless husband was not worthy of her servitude. So she needed to find someone who was.

She rolled over, pulling the covers back up. Slowly drifting asleep in the orange glow of the salt lamp. Reminiscing about the eventful evenings she has had here since getting the lamp. And thinking about what the future may hold for her.