Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2023 12:27:54 -0600
From: Karen Langhorn <subkaren92@gmail.com>
Subject: On the Road Again - Chapter Four

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On the Road Again - Chapter Four
By SubKaren92


At first I felt cold and clammy laying on the sheets soaked from my
squirt. I understood Victoria was demonstrating her dominance over me and
that is why I remained on that side of the bed without
complaining. Honestly her spooning me had something to do with it
too. Eventually I fell asleep. I must have had some erotic dreams because
when I woke to the morning's first light coming through the hotel room
window, I could tell my pussy was wet. Then I realized Victoria was still
in my bed. We were both on our backs by this point, but her left hand was
on my pussy. It was a wonderful way to wake up. I knew the train to
St. Louis left every couple of hours so I was in no rush to end my
trip. Victoria woke soon after and rolled over to give me a passionate
kiss.


"I think we need to shower after last night," she said with a snicker.


"Can I pleasure you first?" I asked.


I saw her glance at the clock and her smile turned to a frown. "I don't
think I have time. I want to eat breakfast with you and then I need to
prepare you for your trip. Plus I have a client coming in at 9 so I need to
get to the office."


As was my new custom, I didn't question her. She had me order room service
breakfast and then we jumped into the shower together. Soaping each other
up was a bit erotic, but our limited schedule meant no kneeling down to eat
her pussy or spending any time suckling her nipples. We were both in robes
when breakfast arrived. Before this trip I would have been embarrassed to
greet the server naked under a robe, especially with another woman in the
room. But that wasn't the case this morning. I bet the waiter had a hard on
after he left.


I tried to steer the breakfast conversation toward what plans Victoria had
to "prepare me" for my train ride, but she steadfastly refused to talk
about it. After we finished eating, she had me put all my clothes except
the white dress in my suitcase while she got dressed for work. She really
liked how that dress fit me. As I zipped my suitcase shut, I realized I'd
packed all my underwear and bras. I wondered if Victoria had another
surprise for me or if I would be traveling commando. It turned out to be
the latter. She did have one surprise though.


She took me back into the bathroom, and using the water pitcher that came
with breakfast, poured water over my breasts. She then had me bend over the
counter so she could pour some over my ass. She didn't tell me why and I
was confused. I already felt like wearing that dress meant a continual walk
of shame, but certainly she didn't mean for me to wear it wet. The cotton
fabric was already starting to feel clingy as she grabbed the room's hair
drying. She turned it on high and began drying the water she had
spilled. She still didn't explain what she was doing. But soon my
reflection in the mirror made her purpose clear. The dress began shrinking
as it dried under the high heat. As my breasts began to become encased in
the dress, I realized this was why she chose this dress in the first place.


The dress molded to my breasts and of course my nipples hardened from the
eroticism of the situation. It didn't support me like a bra would, but it
definitely showcased my boobs more than just having them free would have
done. The drier it became, the tighter it fit and the more obvious my
arousal became as my nipples looked and felt like high beams.


When she was satisfied, she switched to drying my ass. I realized
immediately the back of my dress would shrink in the same way. I didn't say
it, but I thought it made me look like a bimbo with an oversized butt. I
suppose that was the purpose of the exercise. Then Victoria gave me more
instructions.


"I looked it up and the train takes about five hours to get to St. Louis,
right?" she asked.


"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "I need to be at the station about 45 minutes
early, though, to check in."


"I am pretty slammed with clients today," she continued. "My appointments
start at the top of the hour and run about 45 minutes. So by 50 minutes
after the hour, I expect you to be in the bathroom with your legs spread
and your fingers in your pussy. If there is a strong enough cell signal, I
want you to call me on Facetime so I can watch. If not, just video yourself
and you can send it to me later."


I knew the bathrooms on the train were larger than on an airplane, but they
were not huge. They were big enough to masturbate in, however. "Are you
going to let me cum?" I asked.


"Not at the beginning," she admitted. "But if you're a good girl, maybe by
the time you cross the Mississippi."


So four and a half hours of teasing myself and then a rush to cum during
the last fifteen minutes of the trip. Victoria was devious. But who am I
kidding. If I edged four times (she didn't say to edge but I knew that was
the goal), I'd be able to cum in seconds at the end of the ride. Well the
ride wouldn't be boring. And since that train was frequently late due to
freight train traffic on the lines, I might even get a fifth bathroom visit
to torment myself. I was hardly surprised by her instructions. Then she
gave me a few more.


"Tonight or tomorrow, I am going to send you a list of toys and accessories
I will need you to purchase if you want to continue your training."


She was still talking as if I would decide not to continue. Well she did
say I had a lot to think about.


"You also need to improve your oral skills before you return. You were
better last night, but before I vouch for your skills to pleasure my
friends,, you need to improve. I know some people who know some people in
Missouri. I will find you a couple of safe partners whom you can practice
on."


Apparently I was going back to meeting strangers. That certainly worked
well when I found Victoria, so I guess that could work. I definitely wanted
her to be proud of my skills and practice makes perfect, so again, I didn't
question her.


"To make it more exciting, like in the bar when you didn't know what to
expect, I will not warn you about when it will happen. Anyone I send to you
will identify themselves as a friend of your Mistress. They may use an
acronym, FOYM. You are to obey them as you obey me. They will control your
pain, pleasure and orgasms in my abscence. Don't worry, I won't interfere
with your job schedule, but if I send somebody to you, they are to take
priority over anything else. Do you understand?"


"Yes, Mistress," I responded while a tingling began in my pussy. The thrill
of a stranger knowing what I craved was exciting.


"You will keep me apprised of your work schedule so we can work around
that. It is important you don't let your pussy interfere with your job. You
have worked very hard to earn your success and I am proud of you for
that. I will continue your training at night, mostly at your home, but not
always. I think using a remote vibrator and finally making you cum in
public would be fun."


I suppose that was inevitable at this point, I mean beyond a train bathroom
if I pleased her today. As exciting as it was to have a stranger control
the vibe last night, having a more discreet one buzzing me while I walked
around a mall or shopped for food sounded exciting. I could picture myself
sitting in a food court at the mall trying not to draw attention to myself
as I came in front of everyone. I had not even considered something like
that when I went to the bar, but now it sounded amazing.

I quickly agreed to all of Victoria's terms. She pulled me into a firm
embrace and gave me a passionate kiss. She then turned to leave for work. I
looked at the clock and then the train schedule. I had an hour and fifteen
minutes until the next train and it was only about a ten minute walk to
Union Station. I took a deep breath, checked the room to make sure I wasn't
leaving anything besides a very messy bed, left a $20 bill as a tip for
housekeeping and headed for the elevators.


Just like yesterday, I thought everybody I passed could tell I had turned
into a kinky slut. The cool morning breeze blowing up my dress and against
my naked pussy thrilled me, although the walk to Union Station was
otherwise uneventful. As I checked in at Amtrak, I wished they had told me
the train was full and I would have to wait for a later train. I imagined
Victoria having me come to the office to pleasure her again. But alas,
there were seats available. I sat down to wait for boarding trying not to
show off my pussy to other passengers waiting in the lounge. I also sent a
text message to my Mistress to confirm which train I was on, hoping she
would decide I should reschedule. Instead, she told me to go to the
bathroom and edge for the first time.


"I didn't realize your train would leave at 9:50am," her message
began. "Obviously you can't start the trip in the bathroom. Go there now
and make yourself drippy. It will be too crowded for you to call me for
permission to cum, so when you're close to orgasming, take a short video
showing your wet fingers and send it to me when you are done."


I squeezed my legs together when I read that message. I'd never used the
bathrooms at the train station so I didn't know how busy they were or how
noisy they might be to muffle the sounds of my masturbation. Union Station
also has a commuter side for suburban trains coming and going from the
city. I made the judgment call that those bathrooms would be busier, but
also noisier so I decided that was a better choice. I also didn't want any
other passengers on my train discovering my little secret. I admit sitting
in the bathroom stall and rubbing my pussy was thrilling.


It didn't take long for my pussy to start dripping. That shouldn't be a
surprise. But since the task was to edge, I slowly played with myself. I
was in the stall almost too long as I noticed just in time that boarding
was about to start. My edging skills were getting better as I had held
myself at peak for a good 15 minutes while safely resisting the urge to
take myself over the cliff. I followed Mistress' instructions and took a 5
second video showing my juices on my fingers and then took a pussy selfie
for her as well. I knew that would show my excitement as well. I hurried
out of the bathroom without washing my hands. If Victoria wanted me to be a
dirty slut, I was happy to play along.


Safely on the train, I found my seat, near the end of the car by the
bathroom for convenience sake. I now had an hour to rest and let my body
calm down. That timing coincided with the time it takes to get out of the
city and past Joliet, IL. I watched the city pass the large windows while I
replayed the last two days in my mind. Thinking about Victoria and how she
had so easily mastered me meant the rest and calm down part of the plan
didn't work out so well. When 10:45 rolled around I got up and headed to
the bathroom. At least this one would be private.


I hitched up my dress and sat on the toilet seat. I sent a text to Victoria
asking if her client had left. Then I started masturbating. A few minutes
later my phone chirped with a Facetime alert. I quickly answered, my heart
warmed by the smile on Victoria's face. My fingers were dancing on my clit
and I am sure my face displayed the lust I felt. I'm sure Victoria could
sense my submission to her as I played with myself. She had me lower the
phone so she could watch my fingers. I didn't feel like I was about to
cum. Although I was very aroused and my fingers were making the squishing
sounds of a happy pussy, I felt in control enough to just do as she
requested and make her happy. At about 10:55 she told me her next client
was in the outer office so I could stop. After she hung up, I stood up,
smoothed out my dress and this time, washed my hands. I also looked forward
to doing this again in less than an hour.


Conversation two, from just outside Bloomington, IL, was similar to
conversation one, although this time I had to masturbate through the stop
of the train. I could hear people walking past the bathroom as they either
got off the train or joined us. I tried to quiet, but I wasn't sure if I
succeeded. Edge number three took place near Springfield, IL, again during
the stop. I'm sure I looked flushed as I exited the bathroom just after the
train started moving again. It was definitely getting harder to stop
touching myself before I came. I was thankful that nobody had the seat next
to me as the four edging sessions were really starting to get to me. I
could smell my arousal but hopefully nobody else had noticed.


Ten minutes later I had finally started to calm down when I noticed a woman
walk into our car at the far end. She was walking slowly and looking at the
other passengers and then her phone. She seemed out of place. I gauged that
she was about my age or a year or two older. She had on a tailored blue
dress and had dark hair cut in a bob style. I couldn't figure out why she
kept looking at the other passengers. She passed several open seats so it
was clear she wasn't looking for a place to sit. When she reached my row,
she looked at me and then at her phone again. Then looked down at me with a
smile.


"Hello Gwen," she said. "Is this seat taken?" She then turned her phone
around and I saw a picture of me from last night when I was on my hands and
knees and rutting on the dildo attached to the window.


"Um, no," I replied. Then sounding more like a question, I added, "Please
join me?"


The woman sat down next to me and shook my hand. "My name is Julie," she
announced. "Victoria told me you need more practice."


She then quickly looked around to determine nobody had taken notice of us
and slid her hand up my dress. She quickly made an assessment as to my
state of arousal. "Victoria said you were a wet one," she continued. "Come
with me back to my private bedroom."


I watched as she stood up and continued past the bathroom. She had not
identified herself as a friend, but it was obvious she was part of
Victoria's game. I quickly stood up and moved to the aisle to follow her. I
felt like a puppy dog trying to keep up with her as she now walked quickly
through the next car and finally stopped about half way through the car
with the private bedrooms. She opened the door and went inside. I don't
know if you've ever been in an Amtrak bedroom, but they are not huge. But
it does have a couch and just enough room for a slut to get on her
knees. Once I was inside, Julie had me lock the door. Then she raised the
hem of her dress, sat down on the couch and spread her legs. I was not
surprised to see that she didn't have underwear on or that her pussy looked
wet already. I quickly dropped to my knees.


We were an hour and 45 minutes outside of St. Louis and I didn't see out
the window for the first hour and a half. The floor was hardly comfortable
on my knees, but it didn't matter. Julie seemed appreciative of my efforts
to make her cum and connected to Victoria at the proper time. She was very
complementary as she told Victoria I was doing well. She even came while
Victoria watched me lap at Julie's pussy like someone who found an oasis in
the desert.


Victoria told Julie she could play with me if she wanted, but not to let me
cum until the final call. I was worried I wouldn't make it that long if she
started fingering me. (Un)fortunately she just preferred that I kept
pleasuring her for the next 45 minutes and three additional orgasms. She
finally did have me stand when she was satisfied and told me to put my
hands on the window and lean forward. Then I felt her lifting my dress.


The fabric had started to stretch out again after Victoria's hair dryer
incident, so Julie was able to easily lift it and expose my butt. She gave
me a firm spank and asked me if I enjoyed when Victoria did that. I
answered truthfully and she gave me another one. I wiggled my butt to
encourage her to continue, but instead she slid her fingers back across my
pussy, but she didn't finger fuck me. I heard her step back and then heard
Victoria's voice on Julie's phone.


"Was she good to you, my friend?" was the question my Mistress asked.


"Yes, but I agree she needs practice," was the reply from Julie. "She's
pretty primed to cum. Do you want to show her mercy?"


"Did you notice the marks on her tits?" Victoria asked.


"No," Julie said. "I just exposed her cute ass. Take your dress off, Gwen,"
she ordered. I quickly lifted it over my head and turned to face her.


"What's that?" Julie asked. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to respond but
Victoria answered.


"That was last night's orgasm count, although I might have missed a
couple. Go ahead and get her off if you want to watch. Otherwise you can
make her wait."


I looked at Julie pleading with my eyes. She turned the phone so Victoria
could see my expression.


"Yeah, she used that desperate expression last night too," my Mistress
explained. "She'll beg you if you ask."


"We'll be in the station soon. Maybe I'll make her beg later. Spin around
again, Gwen, and bend over."


I turned to face the window again, bent forward so I was supporting myself
with my hands and stuck my ass out toward this woman I had met just two
hours ago. Then I remembered I was naked and on display for anyone watching
the train go by. When she slid a dildo into my pussy, that thought left my
head and a moan left my mouth.


"You have about five minutes if you want to cum," Julie exclaimed. "I'll
spank you because I have heard how much that excites you and you can rub
your clit if you want."


"If I want?" I mused. Julie was obviously a joker. I pushed back onto the
dildo. Unlike at Victoria's where I had to do the work, Julie pushed the
dildo in deeper with her left hand while she smacked my ass with her
right. "Fuuuccckkk," I cried out. The second time I yelled, "Yeeessss!" I
had not considered how sound proof these bedrooms might be. I only cared
about the pleasure I was receiving.


This continued for several minutes. I orgasmed as the train crossed the
Mississippi river and slumped down onto the floor again. I didn't squirt,
but I had a good endorphin rush and when Julie had me clean the dildo, I
have to admit I tasted good. My dress was wrinkled when I put it back on. I
definitely looked like I'd just been fucked as I walked off the train and
went to baggage claim. But I didn't care. I was high on life.


Julie split a cab with me back to my townhouse. She said she had four hours
until her train back to Springfield and that Victoria wanted her to check
out my place and to take me shopping for supplies. I was pretty sure she
didn't mean food. As we sat in the back of the cab I spread my legs in case
she wanted to finger me, but she didn't. As we pulled up to my townhouse,
she asked if I lived alone and I confirmed that I did. She said that was
good as it would make my training easier. As we were walking to the front
door, my neighbor, Susan, walked out of her townhouse. Susan was a cute 22
year old who lived next to me with her boyfriend. Did I just say she was
cute? I don't remember thinking that before. Introductions were made and
Susan didn't seem concerned how I knew Julie. She probably thought she was
a work associate. I did notice Julie looking Susan up and down in a
predatory fashion. Susan had never struck me as bisexual, but then again, I
wasn't either until two days ago.


I own a modest townhouse. Just two bedrooms upstairs with two full baths, a
combo living room / dining room on the main floor, a modest kitchen and a
half bath. Downstairs was an unfinished basement. I used the basement for
storage and there was a utility room with a washer and dryer plus the
furnace and water heater. There was also a folded up ping pong table left
by the previous owners. I'd never opened it in the three years I lived
here. It was an end unit, which I liked, since I only shared a common wall
with Susan and they were usually pretty quiet.


It didn't take long to tour the upstairs. I had quipped that nothing much
ever happened in the bedroom. Julie commented that it was "too bad." Julie
also told me to get "all your toys" out of their hiding places. I was a bit
embarrassed that all meant just my AA battery powered vibrator. After what
I had used with Victoria, my collection was definitely sad. Whether Julie
was disappointed, she didn't say. I knew I was going toy shopping online
after she left.


Touring the main floor didn't take much longer. Julie took some pictures
for Victoria, although I'm not sure why. When we got downstairs and to the
washing machine, Julie told me to take off my dress. "I think you've
slutted around in that long enough," she opined. Into the washer it went
leaving me naked before her. She quizzed me about having sat on the washer
during the spin cycle. I had not. I had not even thought of that, but I
knew I would be imagining it now. As we walked back toward the stairs,
Julie commented about the ping pong table. I said I'd never played. She
asked if they left paddles. I couldn't imagine her wanting to actually
play, but I grabbed the paddles I had put into a box. Julie held the paddle
and examined it. "This will do," she said. "Let's go back up to the living
room." I followed behind her, confused about her plan. OK, I was still
naive, but her plan was perfectly obvious when she sat on the couch and
told me to lay across her lap.


She put her left hand on the small of my back and guided me to scoot around
to get into position with my clit pressed against her knee bone. Then she
told me Victoria had told her I liked getting spanked, just as the first
blow with the paddle struck my right butt cheek. The sting was much more
painful than Victoria's hand had been last night. I shouted out, "Ouch!"
Julie didn't seem concerned. She struck me again. This time wasn't as
shocking, but I still cried out in pain. What I didn't do was anything to
stop her. When she hit my left butt cheek, it wasn't as firm, probably
because of her arm position, and it gave me a chance to wiggle against her
knee a bit. That was nice.


The smacks were loud, my tears and shrieks were real, but so was the warmth
spreading to my pussy. Riding her knee felt good and eventually she did
slide a finger into my boiling furnace. I didn't want to give her the
satisfaction of making me beg to cum from her spanking. Whether she would
have fingered me better instead of beating my ass if I had, we'll never
know. She did start hitting me harder. I think she was testing my
willpower. I was determined to win. At some point she put down the paddle,
wrapped her left hand around my neck and started finger fucking me instead
of just teasing me.


"Just say the words," she cooed. She didn't tell me what words, but I knew
what she meant.


"No," I hissed defiantly.


She let go of my neck and reached below me to grab a nipple and pinched it.


"I know you're a good girl," she said with a level of sweetness in her
tone. "But Victoria said no orgasm without begging."


That wasn't exactly what she said, but I wasn't going to get into a
semantics argument. I shook my head. In my mind, I was thinking "I only cum
for Mistress Victoria" but when Julie stopped finger fucking me and told me
to raise my butt, she went for the kill by rubbing my clit. I moaned. She
was now rubbing my nipple instead of pinching it. You know the effect that
has on me. She also wasn't being gentle with how she stimulated my clit. I
was about to lose control when there was a knock on my door. Julie
immediately stopped. "Get upstairs and get some clothes on," she
said. "I'll take care of this."


I jumped up and headed toward the stairs. I turned my head to see Julie
heading toward the door. I was near the top of the steps when I heard
Susan's voice. She was inquiring about the screams she heard. Julie deftly
claimed it was a horror movie she had been watching on TV and that I was
upstairs showering. I hurried into the bathroom, turned on the shower and
wet my hair. The cold water killed whatever arousal buzz I had. Susan
coming over to check on me was definitely not sexy. I hastily threw on a
robe and left my wet hair a mess on purpose and headed back
downstairs. Susan's look told me she wasn't convinced, but my appearance in
a robe helped the shower story hold. It was sweet for Susan to check on my
wellbeing. I remember thinking again that she looked cute. I could feel my
arousal starting to return. I wonder what she would have thought if I
showed her how red Julie had made my ass. I was probably lucky that she
said she had to get dinner ready for her boyfriend and left. Julie told me
to put on a clean dress since we had to go shopping.


I went back upstairs, shed the robe and ran a brush through my hair. I then
went into my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of panties, but then I realized
Julie had only told me to wear a dress. Victoria had taught me to always
follow instructions specifically so I assumed Julie meant no underwear. If
she didn't, going commando was exciting anyway. I found a short (mid thigh)
lightweight dress and slipped it on. My nipples were clearly visible. They
seem to be perpetually hard these days. I took a deep breath and went back
downstairs. Julie seemed to approve. She told me to turn around, lift my
dress and show her my ass.


"The coloring is very nice," Julie said. I blushed. Then she stood up and
walked toward the door. When I joined her she reached under the front of my
dress and rubbed my pussy. She didn't say anything, but I am sure she was
happy that I was still wet from her spanking and fingering. We walked
outside to my car. I got in the driver's seat and asked her where we were
going.


"Have you ever been to Patricia's on Gravois Street?" she asked.


"I've driven by it, but I have never gone in," I responded wondering how
she knew about an adult store in St. Louis.


"Today you'll go in," she said without committing whether she would join
me. "I have been to the one in Springfield. I think you'll like it."


I'd never gone into an adult store. I got my vibe online. When I drove past
this store before I had been curious. It looked more upscale than the ones
along the interstate and the window says "Where fun and fantasy meet."
Parking was a bit of a challenge and I had to park on a side street two
blocks away. I was disappointed when Julie told me she would wait in the
car.


"Victoria told me you enjoyed riding her suction cup dildo, so buy one of
those. Also get a better vibrator. They make rechargeable small wands that
are waterproof so you can use them in the tub or shower. You'll love
it. Get one of those too and look at the plugs. I know Victoria wants you
trained so she can fuck your ass next time you see her, but she might want
to pick it out so if you don't see one your like, don't worry about it. If
anything else strikes your fancy, feel free to add to that list."


Buying a dildo and vibe was enough to make me nervous. Adding a plug was
definitely out of my comfort zone. I started to get out of the car when
Julie added, "Ask the cashier for help picking out your toys. I need to get
back to the train so try to only take 15 minutes."


My face turned bright red. Humiliation zone 100%.


I tried to calm down as I walked back to the store, but my heart was still
pounding when I went inside. There was a woman about my age behind the
counter. She smiled warmly and welcomed me. I tried to smile back and said,
"Thank you." I then quickly looked around trying to figure out where the
toys were. "Do you need help?" the clerk asked. I took a deep
breath. "Actually yes," I said shakily. "I'm looking for a new vibe and
I've never been here before."


"No problem," she said. I expected her to walk around the counter and point
me in the right direction, but instead she tapped on her headset and called
somebody else. "Client needs a vibe," she said. Then she pointed to a back
corner of the store. "Chelsea will meet you back there," she said. If I was
in a regular store, everything would seem normal. But given what I was
shopping for, my humiliation at the woman being so open about my needs made
me flush again. I made my way in the direction she had pointed. I met an
older woman, Chelsea, near a display case of vibrators.


"Hi," was all she said until I replied, "Hi," also.


"What kind of vibrator are you looking for?" she asked professionally.


The encounter felt surreal. "Um, a rechargeable one that is waterproof," I
replied.


"I'm afraid we only carry one model of those," she responded. "Honestly,
it's cheaply made and won't last long if you use it every day, but at least
it doesn't cost much." She then showed it to me. I didn't have any frame of
reference whether it was good or bad so I just said I would take it. When
she asked if I needed anything else, I softly said, "A dildo." She wasn't
embarrassed at all. I can't say the same. She showed me a different
case. They had plenty to choose from, but only a couple had suction cup
bases. I picked one that looked about the same size as Victoria's. Her's
fit me perfectly so that's what I wanted for myself.


Again Chelsea asked if there was anything else. I looked at my phone to see
how long I had been inside before answering, "A plug." I was more confident
saying that than I had been asking for the dildo.


"Of course," she replied. "Our plugs are over here," she said, pointing
away from the dildo display. I followed her knowing I only had a couple of
minutes. They had a wide variety both in material and size. I knew I'd
never be able to make a decision quick enough so I just said, "I'll have to
come back for one. I'm in a bit of a hurry." Chelsea responded, "I bet you
are," indicating she thought I needed to use the toys right away. Part of
me agreed with her. My embarrassment was waning and my arousal was starting
to build. I hurried back to the counter and made my purchase. Thankfully
they gave me a generic bag for my walk back to the car.


"Right on time," Julie said as I sat back behind the driver's seat. I took
a moment to catch my breath before handing her the bag. "I'll have to come
back when I have more time," I told her as I started the car. She pulled
out her phone and dialed a number. When she started talking I realized she
was talking to Victoria. I could only hear her side of the conversation,
but I had a good idea about what Victoria was saying.


"Yeah, she bought a nice dildo and a new vibe."


"No, she didn't get a plug."


"I'll go back and get one when I have more time," I said, trying to join
the conversation.


"She's your slut. What do you think?"


I wasn't sure what that was in reference to, but Julie responded, "OK, I'll
check."


Then, although I was already driving toward the station, she reached under
my dress and touched my pussy.


"Yeah, she's wet. Surprise, surprise."


I don't know what Victoria said, but I hoped she was proud of me.


"We have a couple minutes before I need to be at the station. Can I make
her cum for being a good sport about her spanking?"


That prospect excited me. The next response of, "No worries. You can always
have her tonight."


Julie hung up the call. I was disappointed that she apparently didn't get
permission to play with me, but we were short on time. I also wanted to get
home to charge the vibe. Using it in the tub or shower sounded
interesting. But then, Julie pointed to a car wash we were about to pass
and told me to pull in. It was the kind of car wash where you stay in your
car. Once inside, she told me to hike up my dress. Then she began to rub my
clit.


"You've got about two and a half minutes to cum if you can," she told
me. "I suggest you rub your nipples and I will play with your clit."


Realistically I didn't think I could make it that fast, the kink value of
doing it in a car wash notwithstanding, but I did as she asked and started
rubbing my nipples through my dress. She began to finger fuck me with one
hand and rub my clit with the other. She was basically trying to force me
to cum, but I need a bit more build up. So although she got me nice and
juicy and my nipples were very hard, having an orgasm was out of the
question before my car exited. I think the kid toweling off the car noticed
Julie pulling her fingers out from under my dress. I'm sure he saw her hold
them in front of my mouth and my licking them clean. I knew I would be
thinking about that while I masturbated later. He probably would too.


When we arrived back at the station, Julie thanked me for a lovely
afternoon and said if I wanted to come to Springfield to practice eating
her pussy, I was welcome at any time. I told her that was up to Victoria,
but that I was up for it. "Maybe we can go to your Patricia's and you can
help me pick out some toys," I told her. She agreed, kissed me on the lips
and hopped out of my car. I guess my trip was officially over.


I drove back to my townhouse excited to charge my new vibrator. I also
wanted to look at my butt in the mirror to see if Julie had bruised me. I
was so rushed when Susan interrupted us earlier that I had forgotten to
look. I also wanted to call Victoria and see if she had any instructions
for me or hopefully wanted to direct me playing with myself. When I got
home I took my new toys upstairs, plugged in the vibe, washed the dildo and
took off my dress. I felt more at ease being naked rather than being
clothed as I was thinking about my next sexual adventure. I looked in my
full length dressing mirror at my ass. It still had some pink, but no
bruises and it didn't feel tender to the touch. Then, as a feeling of
sauciness came over me, I took a picture of it and sent a text to
Victoria. I captioned it, "The color from Julie has faded. Should I make it
red for you?"


Taunting your Mistress might not be the best idea, but I still needed to
cum as Susan had interrupted my climax and the length of the car wash
wasn't enough. Then I got another idea and mounted my new dildo to the
mirror at fucking height. I knelt down facing it and took a picture of my
reflection with my mouth open. That message I captioned, "I wish you were
wearing this."


When Victoria didn't respond right away, I assumed she was with a
client. It wasn't 5pm yet, although I didn't know how late she worked on
Friday. She probably was going out tonight, but hopefully we could play
first. Now I had to wait.  I was hungry, so I went down to my kitchen, but
I had not left much food in the house since I had gone out of town. I
decided to order a pizza. Even though Mistress Victoria would have exposed
me to the delivery driver, I wasn't ready to do that myself, so I went back
upstairs and got my robe. I still felt kinky opening the door wearing
nothing underneath my robe, although I wasn't exposed.


After I ate dinner, I sat on the couch watching TV with my legs spread and
my robe open. Obviously there was nobody there to see me, but I pretended
Victoria had commanded me to expose myself to her friends. I also held my
phone ready to answer her call or reply to her text message. I thought back
to being in high school and waiting for a boy to call. The primary
difference was then I wasn't ready to do any sexual task requested of
me. About an hour later she finally sent a one word text message. "Nice."


She didn't say, "Nice ass," or "Suck my dick," or "I can't wait to fuck you
too," Just, "Nice." And then there was nothing more. No messages and no
phone call. I was very disappointed. I watched a movie on TV, although I
couldn't tell you which one because I was doing a slow burn wondering why
Victoria had not called. I did lazily play with my pussy, although not
enough to really arouse me. It was little more than a distraction. The
longer it went without a real response from Victoria, the more upset I
got. I knew I shouldn't be mad. We had not made plans for tonight so she
wasn't technically blowing me off, but I figured she would want to hear
details of the train ride and what Julie and I did afterwards. By 9pm I was
bored with the movie and bored sitting around waiting for a call that might
not come. I decided to go take a shower and then call it an early night. I
was pretty tired after the last two nights.


I relaxed with a nice hot shower. Toward the end, I thought about testing
the waterproof feature of my new vibe, but I decided to try it out in bed
first in case I ruined it in the shower. Yes, the analytical side of
personality won out. It was close to 9:30 by the time I was dried and ready
for bed. I had my phone on my bedside table charger, a necessity of my job,
and I put my headset down next to it. I then got in bed with my new dildo
and vibe. I knew I couldn't masturbate to orgasm without Victoria's
permission or without her releasing me from serving her. Oh God, did I
really think that would happen and was the reason she had not called? No,
get a hold of yourself. She's probably just out with friends. Or maybe she
was out looking to find someone to replace me who lived nearby and could
serve her properly. Stop being negative, I told myself. Then I heard a
strange sound through my bedroom wall. Susan and her boyfriend were
obviously hooking up.


I should have explained earlier. Like most apartments and townhomes, you
can hear your neighbors. Normally it's just music or the TV if it's turned
up too loud or something making a loud noise when it's tipped over. But
this time it was Susan moaning. That was unusual. I'd heard a few soft
sounds of them in the throes of passion before, but this was much
louder. It sounded like he was really giving it to her. During drunken girl
talk when he was out of town Susan had confessed to me that he wasn't a
great lover. But tonight, they sounded different. Between her moans and the
bed rocking against the wall, I knew she was having a good time. I felt a
little jealous, but at the same time happy for her. My fingers drifted down
to my pussy and I was already starting to lubricate. Just then my phone
rang.


Victoria always seemed to have great timing. She couldn't have known about
my neighbors or that I'd already started to masturbate. I confessed the
latter and told her about the former. She seemed amused and asked if I had
my new toys. I told her I did. I also told her my pussy was starting to
respond to my touch and that hearing her voice definitely helped. She
seemed to be mulling over her response when I heard through the wall a cry
of passion and the phrase, "Spank me daddy." Could Susan be into spanking
or was she just curious when she came to check on me this afternoon. I
quickly told Victoria about the change in their demeanor. "Turn on your
vibe" was her response.


I put on my headset so I could hear my Mistress in one ear and Susan and
her boyfriend in the other. As directed, my new vibe was on and pressed
against my pussy. It was much more powerful than my old one, although I
didn't know how long the battery would last. Victoria had me describing
what I heard next door and what I was feeling between my legs. She warned
me not to cum until my neighbor did. That could be problematic because like
me, Susan had told me that she usually had to finish herself after her
boyfriend fell asleep. She probably did that in the bathroom because I
never heard her masturbate. That meant I wouldn't be allowed to cum. But
for the moment, I let the vibe do its work. Susan sounded like this time
she would finish. I was rooting for her.


At some point, she told her boyfriend to stop spanking her and to "Just
fuck the shit out of me." I was glad she was yelling in passion because I
could report her dialog clearly to my Mistress. She told me to pick up my
dildo and give it a good break in. My pussy was what was going to be broken
in, not the dildo, but I didn't correct her. I was ready to fuck it.


I'm sure my own moans were loud enough for Susan and her boyfriend to hear,
although based on the sounds they were making, they were too focused on
each other to notice I'd joined them through the wall. I lost track of what
Victoria was saying. My focus was on my own pleasure, aided by my
neighbor's passionate exclamations.


Finally Susan reached her zenith. I'd been on edge for several minutes. I
told Victoria that my neighbor had cum and asked if I could as well. She
hemmed and hawed, I'm sure for my benefit to give me just a little doubt as
to whether she would say yes, and finally started a countdown from 20. Of
course I was well versed in how that game was played. Now though, it had
the added benefit of my slamming the dildo into myself on each number. By
ten Victoria declared that we would have to find someone to help with this
part. My mind was spinning, just like it had done in Chicago. Was she
talking about herself or finding someone down here? I don't know. But it
didn't matter. The thought of a beautiful woman laying on top of me driving
the dildo in and out of me was wonderful. So was holding the vibe on my
clit while I fucked myself.


In the end, I didn't squirt and make a mess of my bed. But I screamed in
pleasure loud enough to wake the dead and now Susan would know I'd listened
to them. Later I would worry about how to deal with her, but in the moment,
I only felt joy for not being rejected by Mistress Victoria. By the time I
came down from my orgasm, the call had disconnected. I didn't worry about
it. We could talk tomorrow and I was worn out and ready to sleep, perchance
to dream.