sadisticgames:

Just one more

 As you open the email your hand is already drifting below your waistline. The first sentence stops you though. 

 “Keep your hands away from your cunt until you’re given permission. Spend the next ten minutes edging by rubbing your cunt against something like a bitch in heat. Use no toys, no hands, only fixtures and furniture.” 

 Fine… you walk over to the couch and mount the arm, grinding against it. It feels alright, but it’s the humiliation that’s starting to soak your panties. Why are you doing this? Why not just get yourself off and go on with your day? 

 After ten minutes you return to your inbox and stare at it. Over a dozen messages with only the first opened. Although you know you can walk away now, you aren’t allowed to cum. If you want an orgasm, you’ll have to keep opening the messages and hope one will give you permission. 

 Sighing, you open the next message and begin to read, your need for relief growing with every word on the page. 

 “After that little exercise I’m sure your panties are damp. Remove them, fold them neatly with the wet spot facing down, and place them in your mouth. Taste how wet you got humping in desperation. Now you may edge with your fingers for five minutes before removing them.”

 Each email would be worse, she knew. Each task getting a bit more humiliating, or perhaps more painful, or teasing. He wouldn’t make this easy. But… the next email could contain her orgasm… 

 After doing as instructed, gagging herself with her damp panties, taking herself to the edge for an agonizing several minutes, she opened the inbox again. 

 She could feel her pulse in her clit. She needed release, but she doubted it would be in the third email… but, it could be… 

 Just one more…