Really NSFW

You’re at your desk when you get an email. You see the subject line “mine”. Curious you open it and find a cryptic message.

“Blouse and blue jeans. Not acceptable for a sub. Tomorrow it’s a dress. Reply that you understand”.

You have no idea who sent it. You don’t recognize the email. Everything in you wonders who could possibly know your thoughts, your fantasies, who knows what you want to try.

You go home that night wondering, thinking how crazy that was. You wake up and get dressed. You aren’t even thinking about it until you sit to eat your breakfast but you look and you have a dress on. Your heart races. “Did I do this on purpose?” You think you yourself. “Should I change? He can’t tell me what to wear”. You decide not to change and go into work as normal.

When you arrive at your desk there’s a box. Two words written on it. One simple question. “GOOD GIRL?”

You feel your chest rising. You feel a tingle all over your body. You sit down at your desk and debate whether or not to open it. You finally decide to peek inside. Your eyes widen as you see a remote vibrator sitting there. You quickly close the box before anyone sees.

You check your email and see a new one from the same address. The subject line says “Did you open the box?”. You open the email and the mysterious stranger has written “Prove to me you want this. At 10:00AM go to the restroom and slide the toy inside you. Turn it on. Return to your desk as normal. You can do this”

Can you really do this? Who is doing this? How does he know all of this? Your mind won’t stop. Everything in you should be saying stop but it’s not. You find yourself intoxicated by it, turned on, and you go to the bathroom at 10 and slide the toy in your pussy. You’re already soaked from the thought. You turn it on and head back to your desk. Even on the walk back you’re paranoid people will notice you walk funny. You also wonder who could be doing this, did you just pass them in the hall? Who knows.

Just as you sit back down you feel it, a low vibration inside you. Not strong, just enough to tell you he’s been waiting for you to sit. A gasp spills out of your mouth, your breath quickens, you sit up a little straighter and you just let go. Everything you’ve thought about, being someone’s toy, your pussy being used to please, your body being a canvas of pleasure at a Doms will, it seems to be starting right here at work.

The toy stops vibrating. All you had was the small low vibration and now it stops. You instinctively look around, not sure what you’re looking for, is someone watching you? You stand up, and just as you do it hits you. Full speed vibration. It takes your breath, you moan really loud and quickly catch yourself.

Just as you sit another email appears. “Don’t stand up again, you be a good little slut and just let it happen”.

The vibrations star pulsating, low to high in rapid succession. It almost feels like someone pounding a cock in and out of you rapidly. Your breath is short and fast, you can feel yourself blushing. Lip biting isn’t helping. Your hands grab your desk and hold on for a minute while your body tries to adjust to the huge vibrations.

As you’re sitting, trying to handle paperwork the vibration assault continues to work harder and softer in changing patterns. You hear a voice beside you and quickly look up. You wonder how long they’ve been there, did they notice you gripping the desk and moaning? The coworker reminds you there’s a staff meeting and it’s time to go. Now you’re really nervous. What do you do? You decide to walk to the staff room for the meeting. As you get up to walk the vibration locks on full power. Your knees go weak. You are smiling and you aren’t sure why. You manage to walk and find your seat at the table. You sit up straight and hope no one hears it. You’re a wet throbbing mess between your legs and you feel like you could cum at any given moment. It starts pulsating again. Slowly up and down. If feels so good you want to moan and scream out but you can’t.

The meeting starts and you aren’t listening at all. All you have are feelings building Inside you. Your pussy is aching, your muscles are twitching. You feel vibrations from your belly to your thighs. You also know you’re dripping wet, more excited than you’ve ever felt in your entire life and you can’t make a single sound. Your mind is going in a thousand directions when suddenly you hear your name. It’s a coworker from HR. He looks at you and grins. You wonder why he’s smiling.

He says “I’ll repeat the question because you seem to be lost over there in your own world. Are you going to come? If you’re going to come you need to tell me”

His smile, his eyes, you immediately know that whatever he’s asking has double meaning. You ask “I’m sorry, what am I coming to??”

He nods and says “The new payroll system is coming in and I need you in my office for training every afternoon, can you do that for me? Can you come?”

You smile and say “Yes Sir I’m coming”

You let it go. Your body tightens, your pussy goes crazy and your thighs feel like they are shaking off of your body. You quietly cum sitting in your chair. You’ve Never cum this strongly and somehow you manage not to make a sound. You know your face is red but at this point you don’t care. You sit like a good girl and you just feel wave after wave hit you.

Late submission. Sorry! 🙂 @bulletproofpeony

I know what she likes.

She likes rooms full of old books and sitting in worn leather chairs wearing just your shirt, buttoned so that it plays a tantalizing game of peekaboo with the swell of her breasts, while she buries herself in words and stories of days past. She likes her tea with two lumps of sugar, if you must know, and she’ll go through at least three cups in that room full of old books, so you’d best be well-stocked. She likes mythologies the best; she never had much of a childhood so she calls them her fairy tales and will chew on her lip while reading until you want to go over there and bite it for her. But never interrupt her while she’s reading – that will bring down upon you a fury like which hell hath none.

She likes tart desserts, not the sickly-sweet chocolates you sent her for her birthday that I watched her choke down just to make you smile. I recommend lemon cake or cherry tarts in the future. She does like chocolate when it’s the sauce on her sundaes, paired with smooth coffee and cream. Although, you should be warned, she is liable to lick the chocolate off the spoon with the lightest flicks of the tip of her tongue, a sight which sorely tests the self-control of any red-blooded male. Will you be able to control yourself? Somehow, I doubt it.

She likes her cat, for some unfathomable reason. She’ll let that cat closer than she’ll let you some days. When you make her cry – and you, I have no doubt, will make her cry – she buries her face in the animal’s fur, hiding her tears. She says the smell of her cat calms her, something I have never understood. But she likes her cat, and so I tolerated it – for her. Will you? She once told me that you’re not a cat person. Will you tolerate it? Or will you take away from her the one thing she has loved longer than any other?

She likes sunflowers. And peonies – she loves peonies. She must be all too happy to slide the flowers you send her into the trash at the end of every week, for she despises red roses; she once told me that they are a boring flower, the fallback flower, the flower everyone sends when they know they’ve screwed up. Is that why you send them? She’s hard to please, I know, sensitive too, but so worth the extra effort. It’s her brain that does it to her; she’s so smart that it makes her overthink everything and although she tries to shut it down a brain like hers never really turns off. I wonder, will you be able to keep up with her, to follow her when her eyes light with passion, to keep a brain like hers engaged and entertained? Again, I doubt it.

I know what else she likes.

She likes kisses. She likes it when you place them at the place where her neck, jaw, and ear meet. She likes it even more when you lay her flat across your lap and drop kisses right at the base of her spine; hot, open-mouthed kisses that allow your tongue to swirl. And then there’s the dimple right beneath her ass; when you kiss it she makes the most delightful noises.

She likes to be seduced, but seduction, with her, is a different art altogether; rose petals on the floor leading to the bedroom make her snort. Instead, she likes to be grabbed by a firm hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to give you a better angle while you plunder her mouth. Tell her what you are going to do to her, put her where you want her, make her say please once, twice, again before you give her what she wants. And know that when you are telling her over and over how lovely she is in order to arouse her that I know she would rather you called her your filthy little slut. Although you do not possess the subtlety required to turn that phrase from insult to endearment.

She likes to have her nipples sucked, pinched, and sometimes bitten, then soothed with your tongue. Lave them and then blow air over them to make her squirm and squeal, and when you do her eyes will go as liquid as her eager quim and you’ll be hard-pressed to control yourself. Will you be able to control yourself? To give her the pleasure she deserves before rutting her? Unlikely.

She likes to take your cock into her warm, wet, welcoming mouth – and when she does, she’ll moan at the taste of you, relishing it like the good girl that she is. She’ll use those same feather-light flicks of the tip of her pink tongue that she used on the chocolate sauce, except this time it will be up the entire length of your cock, to tease you, to hear you beg for more. Will you let her have her fun, relish in being teased as she does? I admit, it does test even my self-constraint sometimes, and you are a far less patient man than I.

As I said, she likes to be teased. Tied spread-eagle to the four posts of your bed and tormented with tongue, breath, and fingers until she can’t do aught but whimper and moan and cry. She loves it when you make her cry in bed. If you do manage to tease her just right she’ll beg you to take her, to fill her, to own her and you’ll want to fuck her until you are the only thing she sees, feels, knows. But when you climb on top of her I will lie awake knowing that she likes to be fucked from behind. Hard and deep, mind you, with one of your hands buried in her hair and the other one holding her arms behind her back. She likes it when you take control. She likes it when she can’t do anything but take what you give to her. She likes it when she knows she’s yours to use as you see fit.

One of my new favorite pairs 😛 Happy Thongsday! @bulletproofpeony