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Her I love it that you masturbate to my writings. Usually these are rememberances, but occasionally they are fantasy. One of my secret fantasies has been to find you reading my stories. Catch you in the act, with your hand down your pants. We agree to meet at a hotel where I am staying while on business. I leave the key in an envelope at the desk and you have no trouble retrieving it. You are early. I'm very specific with what I want you to wear and when you are to show up, so you have a thrill of trepidation. I've never shown anger and tell you over and over I'm not mean, but you've also always done everything I said. You love it that way. You love the way I make you cum after torturing (there's no nicer word for what I do to you) all day - once for an entire weekend. You take the key from the desk manager and notice your hand is trembling. When you get to the room, you almost turn back to wait in the bar. Afraid of what you will find. I'm always so private with you and defined. A deep breath and open the door, peeking in first, then a step. No one. Nothing out of the ordinary. My lap top on the desk, open, a few papers, my bag. You've noticed I never unpack at a hotel, at the cabin, at your house, just pull out what I need. "Tools", clothing, soap, shampoo, food. The bag catches your attention. At least this time it was jeans, one time I had you dress in pajamas like a fourteen year old. Once in just a coat. Overdressed now, jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. You peek to see if the bag is open. It's not, but it is unzipped. You look over your shoulder and pull open the flap. Food in tupperware, clothing folded underneath. Somewhere in there you know will be ties. Silk ties for blindfolding, tying hands and feet, rubbing on your body. All the things you now associate with ties. You see them so differently now. Drawn to silk ties on men where before they all looked alike. Drawn to the patterned or the plain differently. In an elevator you sometimes find yourself wondering what that one would feel like around your wrists. Eventually you exhaust the bag and turn to the desk. The open laptop draws you. The papers are ordinary, but the laptop. This is how he ensnared you to begin with. The stories he would write to you. The times you spent masturbating to his words over and over. One story more than another until a better one caught your imagination. Mostly there were the usual files. A few pictures you hadn't seen before, a couple work files, locked and they looked large. There were spreadsheets and Access folders, Powerpoint files and, finally, the likely one you were subconsciously searching for, a Word folder named "hers". There were a number of stories in there. One you'd just read "First". You like that and re-read it quickly. Unbelievably, it still has the same effect of soaking your panties and making you feel trembly. Finally you move on to another you haven't read, after pushing your jeans apart and down far enough to reach your hands in and touch your throbbing clit. You realize you are absolutely drenched and think of taking your pants all the way off even knowing you may not have time before I get there. You wonder what I would do or say finding you going through my things. You know me for a very private person and can't imagine a decent reaction. The thought seems to almost make you hotter. "Bad girl" you think to yourself. You wonder if you want to be caught and think of closing the file now and going back downstairs. the next story caught your eye. It started with her tied to a chair. You know I have restraints I haven't used on you yet. You've seen them. The ones they used to use in the mental hospitals. The one time you saw them they gave you a thrill of fear. It was early in our relationship. Now you think you would welcome them. She's strapped to the chair with them. She can hardly move. He places his dick at her entrance but she's able to get little more than the head rubbing past her lips. Try as she might - and she does - she gets just the outer lips surrounding it and sucking at it to get it in, but the chair is too wide and she becomes nearly frantic with the attempts. She's already been teased and tempted until she can't stand it and now when it's given to her she cant' take it. She can't bend far enough forward to take more than the head in her mouth and she bobs back and forth in want. He reaches down and inserts a small egg vibrator into her pussy and sets the remote control on the lowest setting. Soon she is moaning and her body is humming with need. You know this feeling. The first time I brought you to the edge of orgasm and wouldn't let you cum it made you mad. The fact that I did it over and over the same session made you utterly mine. By the end of the night your body was quivering on it's own, waiting for the next touch or prod. You remember that feeling well. It's what keeps you. Takes you from your world to this one over and over. Makes you want me to tie you and torture you. Take you and enslave you. Your hand has been stroking your clit and you realize you could cum at any time. You think you'll just finish quickly and go downstairs, finish this story another time. You were so engrossed, however, it wasn't until I take your hand gently from your pussy that you are the slightest bit aware that I am here. |
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