Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2017 08:18:42 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Decision Tree Chapter 07

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 07
By
Tappy McWidestance

Fortunately I made it home and showered before I got caught. I went to
sleep with a very wet pussy and could not help but masturbate again. I knew
each time I touched myself without permission I was earning some kind of
new punishment, but I didn't care. My lust was beyond my control and I
needed to cum again before I could fall asleep. Actually I needed to cum
three times and then make an email confession about my failure to follow my
rules before I was able to finally put myself to bed.

I didn't hear from Master James for several days. I started to worry that I
had crossed a line with my disobedience and that he had decided I wasn't
worthy to be his slave. But eventually he wrote me back. My penance was two
weeks with no orgasms. That was a terrible penalty, but one I gladly
accepted given that it would have been worse if he had dropped me all
together. The second part of my punishment was to fig myself with ginger
again each Friday night. I knew from experience that while the ginger would
put my ass on fire, it would also arouse me incessantly when applied to my
nipples and clit. It was truly a wicked punishment, but alas, I had earned
it.

Master James also sent me a link to a new outfit to wear. I wasn't sure
where I would ever wear such a thing, but since I had long since given up
questioning him, I decided just to follow his instructions and order
it. But that turned out to be more of a challenge than I assumed. But it
was also fun. The outfit he had in mind was a purple latex/spandex cat
suit. Immediately upon clicking on the link he sent I recognized the
picture as Yvonne Craig's batgirl suit from the original TV show. The
outfit was expensive. $650 to be exact. But it included everything from the
red wig, cowl and mask to the cape, gloves, utility belt and boots. I
didn't want to spend that much because it would be hard to hide that kind
of expense from John, but I didn't want to disappoint Master James again so
I did.

The company I bought it from turned out to be a specialty fetish and
costume company and everything was custom made. I had to provide precise
measurements of every part of my body. It was a most intimate fitting. I
only wished they had a physical shop for me to go to so I could have
received help. Just measuring myself was arousing and if somebody else had
been touching me I probably would have broke more rules so maybe it was
better that I just did it myself.

The suit took a month to arrive. During that time James had given me many
tasks to prove my submission. None had been as exciting as my trip to the
theater and I had not been shared with his friend that I had met. The
relationship was starting to get a bit stagnant. I craved real physical
touch from a dominant and although I had not given up on my dream to meet
Master James and serve him, I was starting to have thoughts of straying. As
fortune would have it, a new and exciting opportunity arose.

Of course I tried on the Batgirl outfit the first chance I had when it
arrived and it looked stunning. Or rather I looked stunning in it. The
instructions recommend using talc on the skin to help slide into it. The
hardest part was getting the back zipper to close all the way. It was a
struggle, but I finally managed. As I pulled the zipper tight, the suit
began to feel like a second skin. The fit was perfect and it accentuated
all my curve just like I hoped it would. There was a second crotch zipper
in case nature called. When I first put it on I wore a g-string, but when I
unzipped the crotch to test it, I realized going to the bathroom might be
tough so when James finally did have me wear it, I would have to go
commando. Needless to say my pussy was soaked by the time I peeled off the
suit.

I was just two days later that a memo circulated around my office with
details of our summer party. There is an accounting firm one floor above us
and the partners of both firms are friends. The companies have joint
parties twice a year. We host the summer party and the accounting firm
hosts the winter party. There is always a theme. Since we always do the
summer party, the theme is usually something tropical or baseball
related. I was surprised to find out this summer's party theme was Marvel
vs DC. Apparently two of the partners had gotten into a heated debate over
Ironman vs Batman and which one was better. Our partner voted for Batman
and his friend took the Ironman side. As a result, and I am guessing
alcohol was involved because I thought it was a stupid idea, each of the
companies was deemed to dress as characters from the opposing sides. I had
never done a cosplay and really had never thought it sounded fun. But when
I told Master James he was immediately excited to have me wear my Batgirl
outfit in public. He had already told me he had masturbated to the pictures
I had sent him of me wearing it and he now assured me my coworkers would be
doing the same. I really didn't like that idea, but once James had heard of
the party theme, it was decided.

This is how it came to pass that I walked into a work party wearing a
skin-tight latex cat suit and high-heeled boots. The mask and wig hid my
identity somewhat, although I'm sure my co-workers figured it out pretty
quickly. At least the workers from the other company probably wouldn't
recognize me. As I told you before, I knew I could only wear the outfit
sans underwear. The top of the suit had built in breast support, so apart
from my nipples, which seemed to never go soft anymore, I was good. The
crotch was another issue. The form fitting nature of the suit meant it was
rubbing against my labia and clit with every step. I also had my Bluetooth
butterfly seated on my clit. Master James had not triggered it yet, but I
had no doubt that he would somehow know the worst possible time to do so.
I was already counting the minutes trying to decide how long I had to stay.

I was somewhat surprised that most everyone at the party had made an effort
to wear a good costume. Not surprising there were plenty of Batmen,
although they did choose different time periods of the character. There was
two Catwomen. I'm sure one was Liz going with the Anne Hathaway look of the
character. I was sure it was Julie, the lawyer who first spanked me and
started me on this path, was behind the traditional Julie Newmar outfit. I
was the only Batgirl. That kind of was disappointing as I was hoping to
remain a bit more anonymous. On the Marvel side there were a lot of X-Men
and more than a few Spidermen and Jane outfits. It probably would have been
a fun party if it weren't for the constant rubbing of my pussy making it
hard to focus. My eyes were constantly being drawn to the crotches of the
men thinking about their cocks. I knew better than to fish off the company
pier, but that didn't mean I wasn't horny and thinking about it.

I estimated that I should stay for an hour and mingle a bit. I was about
half way through my planned time when the butterfly turned on. Fortunately
I wasn't talking to anybody at the time and I don't think anybody noticed
me jump a bit. As always, the near silent buzz of the toy was a wonderful
sensation. The party was loud enough that even on high, nobody would hear
it. I just had to remain calm and not let my secret out of the bag. That
was certainly a challenging task, but I was getting pretty good at it.

I received a perverse thrill out of standing in front of my peers while my
insides were turned to jelly by the vibe. My nipples were hard as rocks,
but otherwise I think I pulled it off with nobody being wise to my game. Of
course I was very popular with the guys who seemed to be crowding around me
to sneak a discrete look. I kind of wished we were at the theater and I
would just be ordered to my knees to suck off a few of the Batmen. I knew I
would masturbate to that vision when I got home. The vibe cycled on and off
several times. My self-imposed hour time limit came and went. But I was
having too much fun being a secret slut to leave. What started as a
perverse thrill was quickly becoming uncontrollable lust. I even started
looking at the Catwomen thinking about how on the show she always captured
Batgirl. I'd never really thought of being with a woman, but in the haze of
my cosplay character, I was getting into the thought of being tied down and
ravaged by one of the evil Catwomen from the comic. And since I had
convinced myself that one was Julie and that I know she enjoyed spankingÉ

While my mind was lost in lustful thoughts, my body was signaling a
stronger and stronger need to release the sexual tension that had built
up. I knew I could cum with just a few strokes on my clit. Actually I
probably could climax just from walking around if I kept moving long
enough. While I had become adept at hiding the fact that I had a vibe
jammed up my pussy, I didn't think I could hide a climax while standing in
a crowd. I didn't want to go to my office for two reasons. One, if case
anybody had not figured out whom the stiff nipped superhero was I didn't
want to make it easy. Second, if I did touch myself, I wasn't confident I
would be able to stay quiet. So I did what had worked well before. I headed
downstairs.

The floor below was still under construction and therefore unlocked. The
downside was taking the stairs put extra pressure on my pussy and I damn
near came from that. I knew I had to cum, but I wanted to get Master James
on the phone for permission. Once safely in private I called him. He didn't
seem surprised that I was begging for permission to touch myself. In fact,
he seemed rather pleased. He told me I could use the bathroom to
masturbate, but that I had to use the men's room instead of the lady's. He
also told me to take a selfie in front of the urinal to prove I was in the
men's room and finally he wanted a video of me looking at the mirror as I
jilled myself. Before I could protest he hung up and the egg stopped.

As was his norm, after working me into a frenzy, he somehow managed to
manipulate the situation to take me even further before giving me a chance
for satisfaction. I never doubted that I would complete this task. It was
actually much easier than most challenges he gave me. It was tough to
strike an alluring pose when leaning on a urinal. I did my best, but I just
wasn't feeling it. No matter. The picture would satisfy Master James'
request. The second part, a video of me jilling off would be a
pleasure. The bathroom layout had a short hallway with a 90-degree turn
that opened to the sink area. The urinals and stalls were behind the wall
where the sinks were attached. So to move from the urinal back to where the
mirrors were meant I had to walk around the stalls and the wall. Why is
that detail important? Well I will tell you.

Picture your humble narrator bent over at the waist. My left forearm was
leaning on the sink with my cell phone in my hand. My right hand was busy
doing, well you know what it was doing, and my head was tilted up looking
at the camera and the mirror. Everything was quite lovely. I knew it
wouldn't take long until I came and I was already planning on continuing
until I had a second climax. Then, between shrieks of pleasure, I heard
footsteps outside the bathroom door.

If this was a porno, I would have been busted and fucked at this point. But
fortunately I had enough wits about me to stop masturbating (groan in
frustration) as sprint back around the wall and into the nearest stall just
before I heard the bathroom door open. In a panic, I lifted my feet and
pressed them against the stall door. I'm sure I struck quite a pose sitting
on the toilet. I bet it was even better than the one I used leaning on the
urinal. My pussy was oozing with need, but I dared not touch it for fear of
being caught. I was scared to even breath as I heard footsteps on the
bathroom tile. Then I heard a second set. Great. There was two other people
in the bathroom.

Based on their conversation, I'm pretty sure they had been partying pretty
hard. I also determined that they didn't work for my company. I wondered
why they chose to come downstairs to use the bathroom instead of going to
their office. But the reason didn't really matter. As long as they pissed
and left quickly, I wasn't going to argue with their decision. But since
when is my life that easy.

I heard one guy unzip and the other complained that his costume made it
tough for him to go to the bathroom. Then he said he had to drop a deuce. I
prayed he wouldn't try to open my stall and he didn't. He did pick the one
next to me. I heard him curse about his costume again and could tell he was
fumbling with it. He buddy flushed the urinal and told him he would see him
back at the party. I continued to try and be quiet as a mouse.

I never really listened to somebody in the bathroom before, but with the
room silent and me trying not to make a sound, every noise coming from the
stall next to me seemed amplified. It was a struggle not to laugh. The guy
was making a combination of drunk and poop sounds and I almost lost it on
several occasions. I was tempted to make a run for it, but I didn't want
him to see my easily identifiable boots under the stall door. I figured I
would just wait him out.

A few tense minutes later I heard him stand up and grab some toilet
paper. Shortly thereafter I heard him flush and then again heard him
struggle with his costume. I even felt safe enough to breathe as he was
making a lot of noise. As he left the stall I could see though the narrow
opening next to the door that he was dressed like Spiderman. I relaxed a
bit as I heard the water running in the sink and then the hand dryer
blowing. Soon after I heard the door open and then close. I put my feet
back down to the floor and then began masturbating. Slowly and
quietly. Even in my aroused state I had the forethought to wonder if
anybody else had come into the bathroom has Spidy walked out. I didn't want
to emerge from the relative safety of my stall and find out I was not
alone. So I was half diddling my kitty and half listening for
footsteps. After about thirty seconds of not hearing anything, especially a
guy at the urinals, I picked up the pace of fingers. I also remembered to
start recording myself again.

I knew I wasn't in front of the sink, but I didn't think Master would
mind. He would get the other footage and now would get a recording of a
mind-blowing climax sitting on a toilet. The tiled walls amplified my
screams of passion and my pussy clammed down on my fingers as I plunged
them in and out of my love hole over and over again. Finally as my wondrous
climax subsided, I slumped back against the cold, wet pipes feeding the
water to the toilet in a euphoric, completely satisfied state.

Well maybe not completely satisfied. I was going to need some cock tonight
but that could wait until John got home.  I gingerly stood up for fear that
my legs would not support me and then unlocked the stall door. I walked
around the wall to wash my hands and was shocked and alarmed to see
Spiderman standing in front of the sinks.

"I opened and shut the door so you would think I left," he told me. "I
could smell you when I was in the stall. Nice orgasm by the way."

I didn't say anything at the revelation that I was busted. I did glance
down at the tentpole in his costume. He noticed me looking.

"Yeah, I didn't want to go back to your party with a boner. It's not
professional," he said. Note to self. He said your party so he definitely
didn't work for our firm. Thank God for small favors. "Are you going to
help me with the situation you created?"

Fucking a random stranger in a men's bathroom wasn't my plan when I went to
the party, but given my current sexual need, it won't surprise you that I
was susceptible to his clumsy advance. Still I wanted it to be on my terms.

"If I do, you tell nobody about this, right?" I asked him.

"Of course baby," he replied with a condescending tone.

I knew that meant on Monday morning every man in his company would know
what happened. But I was too horny to care. I walked in front of him and
dropped to my knees. In the back of my mind I told myself that my costume
made me anonymous as did his. I told myself that this was a one-time thing
and really it was Master James' fault for getting me so aroused that I
couldn't control myself and was happy to fish his hard cock from out of his
costume and wrap my lips around it.  I told myself that, but I also felt a
surge of arousal the moment his salty cockhead touched my lips. It wasn't
just the fact that he had a well sized, washed and lovely cock. It was the
fact that I was acting like a complete slut and the realization of that
turned me one much like I had felt at the theater. The fact that his office
would know what happened was just icing on the cake. I quickly took him all
the way down to the base of his dick.

For his part he was just standing there letting me service him. But I
wanted more. I pulled off his cock long enough to tell him to grab my
head. Then about a minute later I told him to fuck my face. With one hand
on the back of my cowl and one under my chin, he began to use my mouth like
a pussy and I loved it. I was thrilled to be being used as his toy. This is
why my husband never understood. He certainly could be animated in bed, but
there was a difference between rough marital sex and animal passion
sex. Spiderman was going to town in my mouth, but I lusted after his cock
in another one of my holes. He resisted when I tried to push him away. At
first he tightened his grip on my head. I can't say that I blame him as I
had told him to do it, but still if he had realized I wanted him to fuck
me, he might have changed his mind.

I didn't put up much of a struggle, but the simple act of resistance that
was futile turned me on even more. I could feel my cunt gush. I pray I am
never in a situation where I really couldn't resist if I wanted to, but his
mastery of me in that moment was a huge turn-on. I quickly gave up trying
to push him away and went limp under his control. He continued to plow his
cock in and out of my mouth. I happily knelt allowing him to use me.

About a minute later he pushed his cock fully into my mouth and I felt it
begin to swell. I was then rewarded with a mouthful of wonderful man
juice. I began to gag as he didn't pull out right away. I didn't want to
spit any out (I was happy to swallow his spunk) but my inability to breath
and his seed going down my throat the wrong way as a result had me
coughing. When he finally did pull his cock back I had to drop to a hands
and knees position with my torso parallel to the floor to wretch up his cum
and regain my composure. But even that didn't lower my libido. I was still
horny as could be. Looking up I saw him tucking his shriveling cock back
into his suit. I reached between my legs and began fingering myself.

"Thanks Batgirl," he said. "I always knew you were a slut."

I wasn't sure if he was talking about the character or if he somehow knew
who I really was, but in the moment it didn't matter. A nice girl wouldn't
have had her face fucked until she nearly passed out. I didn't comment on
his assessment. I just watched him turn and leave. But no more than five
seconds after the door closed it opened again and Batman walked in. He had
a codpiece on the front of his costume (he was a Michael Keaton Batman not
an Adam West Batman) so I couldn't see if he was hard. But I doubted if he
wasn't that it would take long to rectify that situation.

"I was keeping lookout outside so you wouldn't be interrupted. Now it is my
turn," he informed me.

I didn't say anything as he started removing the appropriate section of his
costume. He was about half-staff and his cock seemed happy to be released
from the confines of his restricted outfit. I started to crawl toward him.

"No," he said as I reached for his cock. "Bend over the sink. I'm going to
fuck you."

I knew since he was wearing a DC costume he was likely from our office. But
I didn't care. I was thrilled that he wanted to fuck me instead of just
using my mouth. I quickly scrambled into position and spread my legs
without being asked. I had plenty of natural lubrication. I knew he would
slide in easily. Looking up in the mirror I saw him tugging on his cock to
get it to full hardness. It wasn't huge, but it looked big enough to do the
job. He took up position behind me.

I was correct that as wet as I was my pussy provided little resistance as
he pushed his cock into me. Remembering my Master's command, I grabbed my
phone and began taking a selfie video. Batman didn't seem to mind. His
identity was protected so why should he care. He quickly built a quick
tempo. I quickly began to orgasm over and over. Master James was going to
enjoy this video. I figured Batman was going to cum soon as he began to
slow down, but he had another surprise for me. I felt him pull his cock out
of me and reposition it higher. I made no comment as he took aim at my
ass. I would have preferred if he had used some lube, but my juices had to
do given the situation. My recent anal training had taught me the proper
way to relax and open up. Obviously it took more effort to bayonet my ass
than he had needed to skewer my pussy, but he was up to the challenge. I
didn't think it was obvious on the video, so I exclaimed "Thank you Sir for
reaming my ass," to make sure Master knew he had switched holes.

"I always knew you were an anal whore," Batman exclaimed. I came again when
he said that. Unfortunately that seemed to excite him as well. Four or five
strokes later he splashed my bowels.

I was worn out. I knew that would show on the video. I was slumped over the
counter as Batman pulled his cock out of my ass. I turned my head to watch
him run his hands under the water of the sink and then give his dick a
quick wipe down. It wasn't a good wash, but I guess he figured it would do
for now. A second wipe with a paper towel, a fast tuck of his cock back
into his costume and a spank to my ass with a condescending "Thanks for the
fuck, see you Monday," and he was gone. I stayed leaned over with his cum
dripping from my ass for several minutes. I was kind of surprised none of
their friends came in, as I was sure word would be passing through the
party of our exploits. But nobody else arrived. I took a paper towel and
dampened it. I then patted down my rear end cleaning up what cum I could
and zipped up the access panel. One nice thing about wearing a wig and
mask, I didn't take long to make myself presentable. Although I felt like a
fucked up slut making the walk of shame as I returned to the party, at
least I didn't look like one.

I was surprised that nobody seemed to notice I had been gone or that I was
back. The party was winding down. Probably half the people had already
left. I went to my office, grabbed my purse and said my goodbyes. At home I
wrote Master James a recap, although from the video I had sent I'm pretty
sure he knew most of the details. When he replied he told me how proud he
was of my progress in becoming a good little submissive. I wasn't thrilled
with the "good little" part of his comment, but receiving his praise always
warmed my heart. One question still lingered in the back of my mind. What
was going to happen at the office Monday?