“Good. You need that guidance and instruction, and of course, the right tasks and challenges designed specifically to make you come hard and long, multiple times.”
“Thank you, sir. Remember how you said that after a while you would begin to haunt me? I’m afraid that’s starting to happen.” I was almost bashful admitting this, but he’d told me honesty was essential to my training, so I wanted him to know the effect he had on me.
“That is a positive. Training like this tends to sneak up on you during the day. A smell, a touch, a mark, or a bruise—they can all serve as reminders of me and your training. Some subs coat their scrapes with their juices and lick them off like little kittens.”
The mental image this conjured up for me was strange yet oddly arousing.
“I am happy with how you are progressing in your training. Communication, trust, and honesty are the keys and those keep building. Stick with it and I will take you places you’ve never even dreamed of going. Stay wet for me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
One Friday I woke up to this message in my inbox:
Hungry for the next task? You are my fucking toy to play with today, aren’t you?
You will go to the farthest room away from your bedroom as you can. Before you start you will need the two skipping ropes tied to the headboard. I want you completely undressed, and once in the other room you will tape your ankles tightly together. Now cock in that cunt and vibe on your clit. You will tape your thighs together just above the knees and also just below your hips. Now, taped and tortured, you will hobble into the bedroom where your pleasure awaits you.
Up on the bed, lie back, li’l bitch, and get comfortable. You have one chance to position that cock wherever you like and set the desired speed and pattern settings on that vibe. Then take the handles of the skipping rope in your hands and start winding them down around your wrists. Make those fucking arms stretch and fucking strain.
Do you understand?
You will not move from that position for thirty minutes, and you can do as you wish with your cunt to make it come. I know you’re a greedy little whore and you’ll do everything in your power to gain that sweet release. Come at will and as often as you can, but if you don’t succeed after the thirty minutes the session is over and there will be no coming. Understood? Agreed?
After your session the tape will remain in place. Slip on your wristbands and clip on the attached clothespins, then type a two-hundred word report for me with your reactions to this task.
This is what you wanted, this is what you needed, this is what you’re getting.
Be good for Sir.
MC
I was excited to try it, but once I did, everything seemed to go wrong. Afterward, I told MC about it:
Sir,
It was very difficult to walk with the tape on my ankles and legs. These clothespins hurt by the way! Um, I walked on my toes to my bedroom and it helped. It felt kinda sexy to be bound that way, but once I got to the bedroom, I had trouble getting my vibe situated to do anything of interest with my legs taped that close together. I put it on a setting I thought would work, and I wrapped my hands up in the skipping ropes.
For the first five minutes I enjoyed it. I kinda tried to fuck the vibe and tried to feel the vibration on my clit (though that was difficult because my legs were squished together too much). I writhed around on the bed trying to fuck myself tied down all naked, and that was hot. I felt like such a little slut, a total wanton whore.
But after a while I realized there was no way I was gonna be able to cum like that so I got bored. Totally bored. I took my rope off one hand to see if changing the setting would help, but it didn’t (I know I wasn’t supposed to do that. I know, I know. I was very bad). But it just wasn’t working. It was only annoying me so I quit. So what started out as a sexy task turned bad with me being a disobedient girl. I’m sorry I was naughty on this task, sir. You know that’s not like me.
~Sophie
I chewed on a fingernail, certain that my disobedience would earn me a punishment session. So I was surprised when he messaged me back, saying:
Sophie,
I actually don’t mind that you failed this one, and you were truthful about it. These are the types of situations that need to be discussed. If I thought you were enjoying the tasks, but you weren’t and didn’t tell me, I would keep giving you more of the same type and we’d be traveling down a very slippery slope into total boredom and frustration.
I wish everything I designed and sent would work as I see it in my mind’s eye, but each individual is different and failure does push my imagination as well.
All tasks cannot be perfect and we are at some disadvantage using cyber. However, you will still become a delicious little sub-slut and we’ll find new things that can send you through the roof.
Now that you have completed that task you will take a pair of your panties and stuff them deep up inside that soaking wet fuckhole that belongs to me. You will wear them in that fuckhole for the rest of the evening right up until it’s time to play later tonight.
Check your messages here for updates on when I can come out to abuse you.
Be good for Sir.
MC
Since he responded so quickly I deduced he must be online so I opened our chat window and typed:
Sophie: Yes, sir. I will take my pink and white striped ones that I had on earlier and shove them deep inside of me. They are so sexy and will feel good inside Sir’s fuckhole. It’s so wet and swollen, aching for you. Wanting, wanting, wanting…
MC: Good girl. You need that cunt filled. Play with those panties inside that sweet hole. Grip them, suck them, clench them, soak them with your fuck juice. Make that cunt need, make it pulse inside, make those panties drink up all your juices.
I inserted the panties and moved on with my day, which involved a lot of chores around the house and a trip to the store. During all that I had to walk a lot, so I really felt those panties lodge in my cooch. They filled me completely, and I was aware of them every second. My muscles squeezed at them so tightly.
Once I got home I went to the bathroom, but when I stood up, I realized that part of the panties must have fallen down into the toilet water. Eww! I had to remove the rest from my vagina. Now they were partly soaked with toilet water and partly soaked with pussy juice.
I would be talking to MC later that night, but I wanted to connect with him anyway and tell him how things were going.
Sophie: I was wearing those panties inside me for hours, and when I pulled them out I was so surprised that they were sopping wet! Completely soaked. I’m liking this task.
To which he immediately responded:
MC: Get those cum-soaked panties back in that greedy fuckhole now. You were never given permission to take them out, were you? You will pay this time for your lack of compliance.
Holy crap.
Sophie: No! You don’t understand! Part of them dropped out into the toilet when I went to go pee. I had to take them out. They were soaking wet with pee and toilet water. YUCK! Surely you understand I had to pull the rest of the panties out! I couldn’t put that toilet stuff back in my vag for sanitary reasons. Plus I just got a new pair and put them in my cunt. I still have that pair in right now. Promise!