Today’s task

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Within the restraints of the lock down, virtual interaction is the only way.

 

Today’s task

I’ve been naughty. The rules are so few, clear and simple. But still, I broke one.

I did ask but didn’t wait for Sir’s permission. Maybe it was too late, or maybe Sir just didn’t feel like answering. Who knows? We had chatted all evening. Going to bed later there was no way I could find rest without getting some release first…Sir had asked me to go to sleep naked. Did Sir set me up?

The next morning I felt bad. What had I done? What was I thinking? Would Sir ask?

“I didn’t see your message early enough. But today I will allow you to masturbate” was Sir’s response to my request of the previous night. So, Sir assumed I hadn’t. This was my opportunity to let it go, brush it under the carpet and forget about it. Sir would never know. Easier said than done though. In fact, Sir’s message made me feel worse. Should I confess? I paced and I pondered, Sir trusted me. Could I break this trust? Could I live with an unspoken lie? I delayed my response, which made it worse. I was unable to focus on anything else.

Eventually I decided I had to do something. Testing the water, I asked: “Sir, I’m battling with my conscience. What if I did anyway?” Sir wasn’t pleased. After making me confess he decreed I had to be punished. Ok, that was predictable. I knew it would be coming. But why was I getting excited about the idea of being punished? What would the punishment be? Why was he taking so long telling me? In my mind I repeatedly went over possible punishments:

A letter of apology? – Well I did apologise.

Copying lines? – Sounds boring

Self-spanking? – I wonder what that would feel like and would lie to try (yes please)

No messages? – No please, I couldn’t possibly survive that!

Finally, Sir’s response arrived. I was to hand write the following line 30 times by 8pm: ‘I apologise Sir. I will not masturbate without the authorisation of my Dom.’

Flooded by new emotions of relief, disappointment and excitement – to finally close this chapter and have a new beginning I sat to get it over and done with it. Eager to please Sir, I sent them back as soon as I could. His response let me stop in my tracks: “Tonight, I will tell you when and how I want you to masturbate.” Needless to say, what occupied my mind for the rest of the day…

It got dark and I still hadn’t heard anything from Sir. Should I contact him or would that seem to desperate? Better wait and not take any risk. Time seemed to drag. Then, finally, the familiar sound of a message received:

“Are you alone?” – “Yes Sir”

“Perfect. Go to your bedroom now.”

My heart racing, I did as I was told – “I’m there Sir”

“Take you dildo and put it on your bed” – “Yes Sir” Excitement rushed through me as I complied.

“Take your clothes off now.” Still not quite believing what was happening I stripped. Leaving me no time at all, Sir asked “done?”. Worrying Sir might become impatient or even worse displeasing him, I wriggled out of my laced string. “Done Sir”

His response was immediate: “Suck your dildo as if it was my cock. I want you to put lots of salvia on it.” – “Yes Sir” Liking my lips I took the dildo into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I started imagining it being Sir. Licking along its length, twirling my tongue around its tip and eventually pushing it deeper into my throat I imagined Sir’s pleasure. A small moan escaped.

Sir’s next message brought me back to reality: “Once it’s well lubricated, rub it against your nipples.” I did as I was told. Nipples hard and excitement rising Sir told me to: “play with them with your dildo and your other hand. Squeeze them so you feel a bit of ***”

Sir’s next message sent my arousal through the roof. “I have started masturbating.”

Eagerly I followed Sir’s instruction to lay down, spread my legs and play with my pussy. His messages kept flying in telling me to include the dildo to play, rub and press my clit. Its warm, soft but firm texture felt delightful. With Sir on my mind and already very wet the dildo kept being drawn towards my centre as if it was magnetic. As if Sir knew, his next message said: “Don’t penetrate! Play.” Sir knew me so well. Sweet feelings of lust and frustration flooded me simultaneously. Playing some more I craved him so much.

A moment later, another message from Sir: “Now I want you to stick the dildo in your pussy and fuck yourself as if I was inside you fucking you hard. I want you to come fast and hard. Don’t hold back.” With a moan I obliged. Taking it in, closing my eyes, thrusting deeply, my other hand rubbing my clit. Sir felt so close. Moaning, I let go. The climax was intense, sending spasms and shivers through my entire body. I needed more. Confirming to Sir that I had done as I was told, he commanded me to lick the dildo, place it on my body, open my legs wide and show him a photo of my nakedness.

Sir’s approval of my picture pleased me beyond the imaginable. “Still want more?” he asked. – “Yes please Sir”.

“Get on all fours. Head down ass up. Slide your dildo from your ass, between your cheeks towards your vagina” Following his directions I felt more moisture and arousal coming its way. Sir knew so well how to drive me wild. “Play and penetrate your pussy from behind. This time I don’t want you to come right away. Get close. Edge. I’ll tell you when to come.” Eagerly I obeyed. Letting the dildo slide in and out of me, playing with it at different paces, getting closer and closer. “Please Sir” – “Not yet”. I was so close. Near enough to making the same mistake as last night. But then there it was “Come now”. Finally! With a few more thrusts I surrendered. I climaxed, collapsing in a heap, experiencing the intensity of my orgasm all over again. Flooded with feelings of deep satisfaction, happiness and exhaustion I took a moment before letting Sir know.  “Thank you Sir”. A photo of his cum and a voice message from Sir made it feel complete. Sir is so far, yet felt so close.

Sharing this story, as a novice to being a sub and story teller I have now completed today’s task. Let’s hope it pleases Sir just as much as I enjoyed recounting it.

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A well written piece; from one writer to another good job.