Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 12:58:43 -0500
From: Tappy McWidestance <tappymcw@gmail.com>
Subject: On the Road Again Chapter 05

On the Road Again - Chapter Five
By SubKaren92

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I woke up the next morning having received a text message from Victoria
with a list of items to purchase and a list of instructions. It was clear
she was serious about continuing my training. I remembered part of that was
turning me into a nymphomaniac. Some of the items could be purchased
locally, like a new laptop (so I didn't have to use my work laptop for NSFW
fun), a big TV for the basement (I didn't understand that at first), some
hardware for the basement (she said Home Depot was a great bondage store)
and more toys. She suggested I get those online and gave me a list of
websites that carried quality gear. Of course, my own Lovense remote
vibrators, butt plugs and nipple clamps were on the list as well. I ordered
those immediately with expedited shipping.

She didn't say it, but when I looked at the list in its entirety, it was
clear she wanted me to turn my basement into some kind of dungeon or
playroom. That was fine. On the rare occasion I had people over, we never
used the basement so that could be my hidden oasis of depravity. Victoria
also reiterated that she would not be interfering with my work schedule or
activities, but I should invest in some quality lingerie I could wear under
my work clothes so I would feel sexy and think of her. She might not have
wanted to distract me at work, but if I was secretly dressing for her, I
was going to be focused on her whenever I had a free moment.

"A gorgeous slut like you should always be ready for sex," she told me. I
would be allowed a bra and panties at work, but the bra should be sheer and
the panties a tiny thong. Outside of work I was to lose the thong. She said
I should go commando on the way to the office and put on the thong when I
got there. Similarly I should take it off before I leave. The only
exception would be when Aunt Flo came to visit. I got a free pass when that
happened. At home, I should strip naked when I get inside. I could keep a
robe by the front door for emergencies and exceptions can be cleared in
advance if I was having a guest. I read that as if Mistress sent the guest,
I was to greet them at the door naked. I wondered what Susan would say if
she stopped by unannounced and I was just wearing the robe again.

The idea of being naked at home all the time was exciting. I didn't think
Victoria would train or play with me every night, but being prepared for
that to happen at any time had appeal. She didn't say it, but I assumed I
would be sleeping naked going forward. I also assumed I would need toys
kept bedside if the mood struck her for a nighttime session. She also sent
me a link to an online BDSM test. "Take this test," she told me, "so I can
get a better sense of what you think you like. I also want you to read
erotica on a variety of subjects to see what excites you. I will send you a
list of stories later."

Since I'd already ordered the Lovense toys and was online shopping for
other items, I clicked on the test link and quickly took the test. I wanted
to send her the results quickly to show her I was still excited to serve
her. You probably can guess most of the results.

99% - Submissive 99% - Non-monogamist 92% - Slave 90% - Exhibitionist 80% -
Pet (this was a surprise) 80% - Degradee 70% - Masochist 62% - Voyeur 51% -
Experimentalist 48% - Rope Bunny (not sure what that meant) 45% - Age
Player (didn't specify older or younger) 35% - Primal (Prey) (thought that
would be higher) 30% - Brat 25% - Switch (did part of me want to be
dominant?)  20% - Vanilla (again thought that would be higher) 15% -
Boy/Girl (was I done with real cock?)

I sent the results to Victoria and then I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt
(no bra or panties) and headed out to Best Buy to look at laptops and
TVs. I also figured I would swing by Victoria's Secret at the mall. I
didn't usually shop there because of their prices, but since I was Mistress
Victoria's secret slut, it felt only right that I would head there for some
new lingerie.

It has been a long time since I shopped for a TV and I was amazed how the
prices have dropped. I figured I didn't need a top of the line model. I was
going to get a 50" TV, but I realized the 65" was just a little bit
more. Then I realized the 75" was just a little bit more than that and the
thought of seeing Victoria at almost life size had me reaching for my
credit card.

I also found that laptops were much more affordable than I remembered. I
talked to the sales guy and after telling him I wouldn't be playing games,
at least not the kind he imagined, and mostly wanted to video conference
for work, we settled on a mid-tier model. He also told me it could
broadcast the screen to the TV I was buying. I figured I would have to
physically plug in the TV, but "casting" as he called it sounded promising.

Once the TV was loaded in my car, I headed off to Victoria's Secret. I know
you want me to tell you a story about how the beautiful sales girl snuck
into the changing room and made me lick her pussy, but nothing out of the
ordinary happened. In fact, I picked out five thongs and two bras without
needing to go into the changing room. I also picked out a sheer nightie, I
did try that on and the reflection in the mirror excited me. That inspired
me to buy a couple additional sexy undergarments, although I didn't know
who would see them, and a couple pairs of stockings. At the checkout I
realized I spent more there than on the laptop. Damn. Serving Mistress
Victoria was getting expensive.

When I got back home I realized I needed help moving the TV. Fortunately
Susan and her boyfriend were home along with a friend of his. The boys were
happy to help as my nipples were clearly visible and standing at attention
under my shirt. Susan looked questioning again as my going braless was out
of character. They didn't seem as happy when they realized we were carrying
it downstairs. Both were stealing glances at my chest so I made a point of
stretching my arm to point at the stairs and stretch my shirt across my
chest "accidentally" tightening the material across my nipples. I'm sure
both were imagining fucking me. Truthfully I was imagining that too.

Once they got it downstairs, we realized I didn't have a TV stand. Susan
also questioned why I needed a TV down there, but I made up a story that I
was going to build a home gym. Actually I think I said "so I can work out
down here" which wasn't really a lie. It was decided to set up the ping
pong table with one side up against the wall and the other side flat for
the TV until I got a proper stand. When the friend mentioned the word ping
pong I flashed back to Julie paddling me. Then I thought about being on my
hands and knees with my head between Susan's legs while her boyfriend and
his friend each took a cheek to spank. I could feel my juices starting to
leak into my jeans.

I offered to buy them all lunch for their trouble, but they declined and
went back next door. As soon as they left, I locked the front door and
stripped off my clothes. Standing in the foyer, I jammed two fingers into
my steaming pussy and started masturbating. It didn't take long for me to
feel the pangs of orgasm building and I almost forgot I needed permission
to go any further. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how I look at
it, I remembered before I came and I stopped playing with myself. I quickly
sent a text to Mistress Victoria hoping she would be pleased at my self
control not to make myself cum. But again, no immediate response was
received.

I went back downstairs and just stood there looking around for a few
minutes trying to decide how to design the space. It was obvious I needed
somewhere to sit and/or lay down. I'd said I was making a home gym so I
needed to at least get some kind of exercise equipment as well. That wasn't
a problem because I had been thinking about doing that anyway. I made a
mental note to ask Victoria about what I should buy. I also needed some
kind of locking cabinet for my toys and a charging area as I'd ordered
three new battery powered vibes and already had one. Maybe I would keep the
wand upstairs for bathtime. It was a strange conversation I had with
myself. I also unboxed my laptop. It was surprisingly easy to set up the
casting so it would play on my new giant TV. I'd never been a big porn
watcher, but it seemed appropriate that I should "test" how my new laptop
streamed. I had heard of the big free adult movie site, so I went there
first. I was shocked how much variety was available. Of course I clicked on
the lesbian category. After a few minutes of watching some vanilla pussy
licking (not a bad thing) I discovered I could drill down (pun intended) on
my search to find more kinky videos. A submissive woman being spanked by
their Mistress soon was on the TV in living color and my fingers were again
in my pussy. It was an amateur video so the production quality wasn't
great, but it was real. I could tell they weren't faking anything.

Immediately I started getting juicy, but standing in my basement and
masturbating seemed weird so I hit pause and went upstairs to grab one of
my kitchen table chairs. It was lighter weight than my dining room chairs
and fairly easy for me to carry downstairs. I set it in front of the TV
close enough that almost my entire field of view would be the screen. Then
I hit pause again to resume playing the video. God how I wanted to be the
woman being spanked.

I had to stop masturbating several times to avoid climaxing. Fortunately
the video ended while I still had some control. Whoever posted that video
had a couple others, all in the same style and approximately the same
content. I watched them all. After I started the last one, I moved the
chair and got down on the cold concrete floor. I was on my hands and knees
facing the screen. I had the ping pong paddle in my right hand and began to
spank myself at the same speed as the Domme in the video was paddling her
sub. That sub had her hands between her legs and was holding a Hitachi Wand
against her pussy. I didn't want to stop and go upstairs to grab my wand,
so I just put my head to the floor and put my left hand between my legs.

I couldn't see the TV very well with my face down and ass up, but I could
listen to the spanks and hear the woman's moans and she neared orgasm. With
the pain from the paddle warming my backside and shooting sparks of
pleasure to my pussy, my fingering of my clit was very effective. Far too
effective. This time as the woman in the video climaxed, so did I. I knew
it was wrong, but that made it feel so good. The basement was quiet as I
lay on the floor recovering. Once the video ended, there was no sound from
the TV. The air conditioner wasn't running and I wasn't doing laundry, so
all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. If you could hear shame from
cumming without permission, I probably would have heard that too. I knew I
had to confess my failure to my Mistress. I knew she would punish me. I
could only hope it wouldn't be too bad.

I sent Victoria a text and told her what happened. In my mind, I was
thinking maybe she would like that my spanking myself was the trigger for
my orgasm. Probably not, but maybe if she was having a good day she would
be lenient. That wasn't the case, although I didn't know just yet how harsh
she would be.

Her response was typically short. "That's unfortunate," was the text
message. She probably already knew how she would punish me, but she made me
wait several minutes before sending another message. I was on pins and
needles waiting. Actually sitting on pins and needles probably would have
hurt less than what she actually instructed me to do. Again, I didn't know
it yet, but her punishment was diabolical. At that moment, however, she
just told me to get dressed. She didn't even tell me what to wear or why.

I put on a tight pair of jeans with no underwear, of course, and a cotton
t-shirt with no bra. My nipples were just starting to soften after my
climax, but I still felt like they were very noticeable. I picked the jeans
because my pussy was still pulsing a bit, post orgasm. What can I say? I'm
greedy and I wanted my pussy to rub against the denim to keep me aroused. I
sent Victoria a picture to show I was ready. I figured if she wanted me to
dress differently she would tell me. She just ordered me to go out to my
local grocery store. Somehow that sounded ominous.

I texted Victoria when I pulled into the parking lot to find out what I
should buy. She told me to rub my nipples and get them hard before going
in. She also told me to buy two big ginger roots, some Icy Hot and nothing
else. I didn't like the sound of that. I went inside with my nipples on
full display through the thin material of my t-shirt. I started in the
produce section. I didn't know how to pick the appropriate ginger root, so
I just grabbed the two largest ones. The Icy Hot was easier as they just
had one size. Checking out I felt like the man at the register knew both
items were for kinky purposes. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I
hurried out of the store and back to the car. When I texted Victoria that I
was done, she replied to put Icy Hot on my nipples.

In retrospect, I should have asked what would happen before I lifted my
shirt and rubbed a generous dollop on both nipples. I then pulled my shirt
down and started driving home. By the time I pulled out of the lot, the
ointment was starting to irritate my nipples. It wasn't so much heat, but
intense pain. I quickly pulled over and texted Victoria again how much it
hurt and how I could get relief. She replied that next time I shouldn't cum
without permission. I wanted to Google what to do to stop the pain, but as
I started clicking a wave of calm came over me telling me to just endure
and be a good girl. It wasn't easy, but I made it home. By then the pain
wasn't as intense, but my nipples were still irritated and hard as rocks. I
messaged Victoria again asking if I could Skype her. She said "Yes."

I had not realized how red my face was until I saw myself on the
camera. Victoria was obviously happy with the results. She told me to take
the ginger to the kitchen and get a knife. She also reminded me to
strip. I'd forgotten. Hopefully that didn't earn another punishment. She
had me show her the ginger. She told me to put one in the refrigerator for
later. She then had me cut the remaining piece in two. I set the phone on
the counter so I could use both hands. I looked like a kinky chef. She had
me take one piece and carve it into a makeshift butt plug. "Make sure it's
big enough to stay in, but not too big that it will be tough for you to
insert. You don't get lube for this."

A butt plug with no lube? Remind me not to cum without permission again. I
was focused on that and not why she chose ginger for this task. That was a
mistake. My carving skills were not great, but I finally had the ginger
root in the general shape of a butt plug. I made sure it was narrow at its
widest point. Then Victoria had me peel off the outer skin exposing the
root itself. I would soon learn that the oil in the root made the Icy Hot
seem like a walk in the park.

Victoria had me bend over the counter. She couldn't see my ass, but she saw
my face and the discomfort I felt as I tried to work the root up my
ass. That process also spread the ginger oil around the outside of my back
hole. It started heating up just as I was finally working the plug all the
way inside my ass. It was only in mild distress when I finished although I
could feel my face flushing again. Victoria was smiling when she told me to
cut the skin off the remaining part of the root. That was easy and didn't
take long. My asshole was starting to get very warm by then. I was a bit
relieved that she didn't tell me to carve a ginger dildo. When she told me
to rub the ginger on my clit and nipples, however, that relief exited the
building.

As I did, Victoria reminded me not to cum without permission. Yeah, with my
ass of fire now, that was a lesson I had already learned. As my nipples and
clit heated up to a pain level at least equal to, but probably exceeding
the Icy Hot, she told me the oil didn't wash off. "You'll have to ride it
out, my baby girl. I wouldn't recommend masturbating right now either." she
told me. "It shouldn't be too bad in half an hour or 45 minutes."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "I'm sorry for cumming without permission."

"I bet you are," she snickered. Then the screen went blank as she hung
up. So there I was, naked in the kitchen with my nipples, clit and ass on
fire with no relief in sight. I thought about jumping in the shower, but I
believed when she said that washing wouldn't give relief. Plus I didn't
want to earn another punishment. I didn't know what could be worse than
this, but I'm sure my Mistress did. I didn't want to risk that. I sat down
in the living room and turned on the TV looking for some mindless reality
show. I was trying not to think about sex for the next hour, but honestly,
that wasn't possible. I couldn't concentrate on the screen as I was
concentrating on the fire between my legs. Even in pain, I was
aroused. Mistress' plan to turn me into a nymphomaniac was on schedule.

Mistress was correct that the burning started to fade about 40 minutes into
the ordeal and was mostly gone except for the discomfort of having a piece
of ginger up my ass after about an hour. Part of me expected her to call me
back and tell me to do it again, but fortunately she didn't. Or maybe that
was unfortunately because I didn't think I should remove the plug without
permission. Another hour passed. I still couldn't concentrate on the TV as
I was concentrating on the feeling of fullness in my ass. Only now I had to
go to the bathroom. And I had to do number two. I sent Victoria a text
asking permission to remove the plug and to go to the bathroom. I expected
her not to reply right away and to make me wait in distress. Fortunately
she did reply and told me to remove the plug and to do what I needed to do.

I felt relieved as I did my business and felt strangely compelled to tell
Victoria that I was done. Again she didn't reply and I spent the rest of
the evening naked in my living room watching TV. This time it was more
relaxing now that my punishment was over. Or should I say now that I
thought my punishment was over. About 9:30 I received a text telling me to
get into bed with the lights off, spread myself like I had done the first
night in Chicago, put on my phone headset and to call my Mistress. I
assumed we were going to play. I was wrong.

I could tell Mistress had me on speaker and that she was with other
people. I didn't know if it was a party or she just had playmates over, but
there was obviously at least four or five people within earshot. Victoria
started talking to me much like she had our first night together while she
had me masturbate with one hand. I would have preferred she be controlling
a vibe like before, but just having her voice in my head and my fingers on
my clit was enough to arouse me again. The difference was we were not
alone. My moans were audible to other people. Mistress never said who they
were or whether they were actively listening to me, but in my mind,
Victoria was showing off my submission to her to her friends. Although I
was primarily focused on the naughty things she was cooing in my ear (she
knew exactly what to say to bring my arousal to a fever pitch) I did allow
myself brief fantasies that she was sharing me with her friends as a
precursor to having me lick their pussies on my next visit. Perhaps if they
liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they
would convince her to let me visit.

As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the
precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum,
Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that
before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans
were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing
need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my
sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure each
other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress' legs to lick
her pussy. I wasn't jealous that it wasn't me. In my mind I was happy that
Mistress would be pleasured. The punishment part was that my permission to
cum never arrived.

As before, Victoria knew exactly how much I could take. And while in the
past, that had meant I finally earned a gushing orgasm, tonight she just
ordered me to stop and go to sleep. Then she hung up. Whether her complete
phone mastery of me had aroused her and her friends leading to a sapphic
orgy, I never found out. My wet pussy was demanding attention and I had to
fight not to finish what my Mistress had started. I certainly did not want
to confess that I failed her a second time on the same day. I didn't know
what a second punishment would look like, but I didn't want to think about
a bigger ginger plug and/or more Icy Hot. She probably could come up with
something worse. If I'd know it would just be the paddle, I might have
risked it. But I knew Victoria had a wealth of experience and could easily
make me regret my decision. I followed her order and tried to go to
sleep. Although my sleep would be restless and I would wake several times
to find my fingers on my pussy, I don't think I came.

Sunday was usually a day of rest for me and I certainly needed it after the
last week. But I also needed to continue building out my basement playroom
and I wanted to get more toys. My first stop was Johnson Fitness, a used
exercise equipment store I found on Google. I wore jeans again, not because
they would be suitable for testing any equipment I thought I would buy, but
because they would hide any wetness resulting from thinking about the kinky
applications Victoria might have for the gear. I figured I would buy a
bike. Aside from just rubbing my pussy on the seat, the thought of mounting
a dildo to it made me creamy. I found a reasonably priced used bike almost
immediately, but I walked around the rest of the store before making my
purchase fantasizing about other equipment and how I could use it. I'd
watched Dom/sub videos set in gyms and even though this was a perfectly
legitimate store, that was all I could picture. I saw myself laying on a
weight machine with my hands tied to the bar and my ankles tied to the legs
so all the other gym patrons could use me.

Unfortunately as nice as the fantasy was, that machine was way out of my
budget after getting the bike. Surprisingly a regular weight bench (not the
machine) was pretty cheap in their used department. It had a 50lb bar plus
a leg curl bar. It was an impulse buy, but when I pictured my legs spread
and bound with Mistress controlling the remote vibrator, I had to have
it. And even though I had pretty much decided the first bike was fine, at
the suggestion of the sales rep I did test it. It wasn't fancy, but the
curve of the seat did find just the right place if I leaned forward. I'm
sure the sales rep was watching my ass, but I was more focused on the
pressure on my clit. The jeans were a good choice as they protected me both
from showing my wetness and just going crazy if I'd worn a dress and had
direct contact with the seat. I rode at a couple different speeds and
angles testing which provided the most pleasure as opposed to how the bike
functioned for exercise. Well normal exercise. I thought of it as a
perverted Peloton. I told the sales rep I would take it. Their delivery
charge was also reasonable and they had evening slots available on
Wednesday. I'd hoped to have my new vibes by then so my plans were working
out.

Next up was another trip to the toy store. I planned to go to IKEA to pick
up a chaise lounge. I had looked on-line and thought the Nammaro would be
an inexpensive choice and serve the purpose. I knew once I loaded it in my
car I would be excited to get home to put it together, so I headed to the
adult store first. This time I wasn't in a rush so I could take time to
look around. The store was more busy than last time I was there so I didn't
get the personal service, but that was OK. I could look around more
anonymously and that was fine.

I knew I needed leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I figured I could get rope
and chain at the hardware store, but when I saw they had a spreader bar, I
knew I needed one. I thought about getting two, but I figured if I only
bought one that would give me an excuse to come back. I also got a smaller
suction cup dildo for the bike seat. I figured starting off a little
smaller since I didn't know how it would work while riding was a good
plan. I also bought a bit gag, mainly because the model on the package
looked so hot wearing it. I even splurged on a silk teddy. It wasn't kinky,
per se, but the texture was delicious and would feel great against my
overheated skin after a play session.

IKEA was a zoo. It always is. I was determined to get in and get out, but
that never works for me. The chaise I wanted was in stock, but I also ended
up getting a padded rug for the floor and a small accent table. I figured I
would need a place to put my phone, water bottle and TV remote while I was
focused on, um, other things. I was ready to head to the check out figuring
I'd spent enough this weekend, when I walked past the clearance section and
saw a Vihals TV stand at an amazing price. It was obviously a return as it
was already built. I kind of hated the way the huge TV looked on the ping
pong table so it became impulse buy number two. My SUV was full by the time
I headed home and my pussy was wet in anticipation. That seemed to be
happening a lot these days.

I hurriedly took my new toys inside and took them upstairs. I knew I would
need help with the boxes and figured it was better not to have toys sitting
out if Susan came over. Fortunately she was home, although her boyfriend
wasn't. The TV stand was pretty easy to bring in and get down the stairs. I
think she thought it was a good purchase instead of using the table. She
didn't know what I planned to put behind the cabinet doors. She might have
freaked out. She helped me move the TV onto the stand and fold up the ping
pong table. That left a lot more space for my exercise equipment. Susan
then helped get the chaise out of my SUV. That was more of a struggle. We
had to drag the box inside and then slide it down the stairs. Between the
two of us we managed not to have it fall or get broken. She offered to help
me build it (you have to love IKEA), but honestly, I was getting tired of
my jeans rubbing against my pussy and wanted to get naked as Mistress had
deemed necessary at home. I thanked her but said I could handle it and
offered to buy dinner tonight if she wanted to come back. She said her
boyfriend would be home and made a facial expression that told me she was
anticipating an intimate encounter. I understood. I was expecting, or at
least hoping for, one myself.

As soon as she was out the front door, I locked the deadbolt and stripped
off my clothes. My jeans and blouse were on the living room floor and I was
heading toward the basement. I felt freer now that I was naked. I did touch
my pussy, confirming I was as wet as I assumed, but quickly stopped. I
didn't want to risk losing control again.

The damn chaise took me the better part of two hours to put together, but
part of that time was surfing lesbian bondage videos on the Internet so I
probably wasted a bit of time. The TV looked much better on the stand and I
positioned the chaise so it would face it. I positioned the side table in
the front right corner of the chaise so I could reach it easily (if I
wasn't bound) and so the webcam would also focus on me if I was laying on
it. I then texted Mistress with an update of what I had done and asked if
she wanted to Skype so she could see everything. While I waited for her
response, I remembered my new toys and sprinted up two flights of stairs to
my bedroom to grab them.

Mistress Victoria didn't respond to my message. That was disappointing, but
I still wanted to break in my new toys. I started recording with the webcam
and made a video of me putting on the ankle cuffs (attached to the spreader
bar with a couple of carabiners) and the bit gag. I then put on the wrist
cuffs, but I didn't have anything to attach them to that would restrict my
movements. I held one arm above my head as if it was bound and started
masturbating with the wand with the other. Even though I was alone and
Mistress' voice was not guiding me, I quickly was leaking slut juice on the
new cushion. I then switched to using the small dildo to fuck myself.

I was determined not to cum, but that didn't mean I didn't fuck myself with
gusto. I felt confident that I was in control of my emotions enough not to
break rule number one. I hoped my moans were loud enough to be captured on
the webcam's microphone. I'd seen videos of women wearing the same kind of
gag and I loved how they sounded. I had not set a timer, but I hoped I
could last at least 15 minutes before I had to stop. At some point I
switched which hand I had above my head. Without it being hooked, it didn't
seem as exciting as it could be. I knew I'd have to ask Victoria how I
could bind myself so I couldn't escape, at least for a while. But that was
a question for another day.

When I finally stopped because I was afraid I'd climax, the video was 22
minutes long. I'd taken off the gag and told my Mistress that I hoped she
enjoyed watching me struggle and that I hoped she would have time to
instruct me (code for letting me cum) soon. The resulting video was far too
large to email. A quick Internet search found a website where I could
securely send it to her for free. I quickly did that before I could decide
that was a bad idea. Victoria's videos she made of me didn't identify
me. This one clearly showed my face and showed me doing things that
wouldn't go over well at the office. Now I just had to wait to see if my
Mistress enjoyed it.

Again I was left on pins and needles waiting for feedback that wouldn't
come that day. I went back to work where Victoria had promised my training
would not interfere with my job. She honored that on Monday. As I was
walking out of the office at the end of the day, I ducked into the women's
bathroom and removed my bra and panties. I had not been aroused all day
since I was busy catching up on work from being off for a week. But as I
inhaled the scent of my panties, memories of Victoria flooded my
brain. When I got in my car, I looked around the lot to see if anybody else
was walking to their cars. Satisfied nobody would see me, I pulled my
underwear out of my purse and snapped a quick picture that I sent to
Mistress telling her I was now commando and ready for her use. A few
minutes later the reply message told me to go buy two four foot chains, a
25 foot spool of coated rope, a 10 foot spool of what she called "rough"
rope, whatever that meant, and four carabiners.

That night we Skyped and she taught me how to tie rope cuffs (hold the ends
together and then loop them through the middle to create a slip knot and
showed me how best to secure the chains to the chaise. Of course I was
naked for this call, but I must have been doing something right because she
let me get on my hands on knees facing the camera. She didn't have me bind
myself or use any toys. She only let me reach between my legs with one hand
and play with myself. Using my other hand to steady myself, I began
masturbating.

Victoria didn't give me much direction aside from needing to tell me to
keep my head up so she could see my face. It also meant I could see her. I
fully expected her to tell me to stop before I could climax, but she took
pity on me and just a few minutes later, the first time I asked for
permission to cum, without even begging, she told me to cum for her. I was
kind of shocked, but as she said the words, my body reacted as it had been
conditioned and I climaxed. After I calmed down, she told me she was proud
of me. She also said to expect a couple of packages with things I would
need, but that I shouldn't expect nightly video calls as she had a very
busy week. She also reminded me to focus on my work. I told her I would
send pictures when I got the exercise bike delivered. I didn't say my plan
was to be riding the dildo. I wanted that to be a surprise. She told me
goodnight and that was it. I was on my own again.

The store told me the bike would be delivered between 3pm and 7pm. I rarely
got home before 6 so I asked Susan if she would be home in the
afternoon. She said she was off on Wednesday so I gave her a key to my
place in case they arrived when I was not at home. I rushed out of the
office at 4:45, a few minutes early, and got home just as the truck
arrived. Two burly men carried the bike down into my basement. I was
already wet thinking about riding the dildo stuck to the seat, but I must
admit I also was thinking about the two delivery guys having their way with
me. That was the second time I had thought about cock since I'd met
Victoria, but I did nothing about it.

The first time I "rode" the bike was everything I had hoped. I hated
stopping before I came. I sent Victoria a video and although she enjoyed
the short clip I sent her, we didn't Skype where she could watch me longer
and give me permission to cum on it. Instead she would send me instructions
that I would dutifully follow and when she was pleased with me I was
allowed to orgasm. We finally did Skype with me on the bike and my hands
tied to the handlebars. That proved to be too much for me and I shamelessly
orgasmed before she gave me permission. I was sitting on the bike shaking
with the dildo buried in my pussy as she chastised me. I knew there would
need to be a physical correction. But instead of a self administered
spanking or another ginger butt plug, she told me that for the next week I
was to edge before I left the house for work. I was to do it with my
panties on and rub my pussy through them. Then I was to wear my panties
home and do it again. I was then allowed to strip. I was allowed to touch
myself if I dared, more like if I felt the need, but I was under no
circumstance to orgasm. She also wanted me to start keeping a daily journal
about what sexual things I thought about and how aroused they made me.

I felt relieved that my punishment wasn't physical pain, but honestly, the
emotional stress would be worse. Going to work with wet panties was kind of
a turn on. I thought about my Mistress for the first couple hours at the
office until my tasks required more focus. The rest of the day was pretty
normal, although I was looking forward to getting home to edge again and
then be naked. I imagined Victoria would relent and want to play
tonight. OK, that was dumb. She didn't even contact me, although I sent her
a picture of my obviously soaked panties. It felt great to be naked again
after I finished and after making dinner, I settled in to watch a movie. I
did lazily touch myself, but I didn't do it hard enough to risk cumming.

The next morning there was a text from Victoria telling me to wear the same
panties from yesterday. I had not considered that. Suddenly the thought of
doing this all week took on new meaning. I felt very naughty walking into
the office like everyone could tell I was aroused. Fortunately we had a new
case that needed my research skills and I could focus on that. The day flew
by and again I was looking forward to getting home.

Each time I edged it took a little less time before I had to quit. I was
sure that by Friday Victoria would want to play and would tease me for
being such an easy to climax slut. But Friday took on new meaning when
Susan sent me a text inviting me to go out to a bar and see a band that her
friend played in. Normally that would be a great Friday night. But I wanted
something else. I wanted Victoria to control my vibes and make me cum over
and over again. I was in a quandary. I had no message from Victoria saying
she wanted to play and I did like going out with Susan. So I did what a
good submissive does and sent a message to my Mistress asking what I should
do. The answer surprised me.

 "It would serve you well to go out with your friend tonight," her message
began. "You can't stay home every night and masturbate."

Well I could, I mused to myself. I should not have been surprised that
Mistress didn't want me to just go out and have a good time. She sent me
instructions. I was to wear a tight pair of jeans with no panties. That
wasn't a shock. What was a surprise is that she sent me instructions on how
to tie a thong using the rough rope she had me buy. Basically it was one
piece tied around my waist and a second piece that ran from the front of
the waist piece through my legs and tied to the back of the waist
belt. That piece went up my butt crack and split my pussy lips. If that
wasn't bad enough, she had me tie a knock with another short piece that was
positioned over my clit. I suppose I should be grateful she didn't have me
wear a butt plug.

She let me pick my blouse and even let me wear a bra. Basically I looked
normal, but every step rubbed my clit and made my ass itch. It was going to
be a long night. I met Susan at the bar so I would have my own car and
would be able to leave whenever I wanted. Given my already high state of
arousal I was concerned how long I could last. She was there with her
boyfriend, Tony, and a couple of other friends whose names escape me. We
chatted casually, but I was focused more on the rope between my legs than
on the conversation.

The band started just after 8pm. We were all standing around a pub height
table and I naturally started swaying to the music. You can imagine the
result. I soon realized I had to try to stand still if I didn't want to
flood the front of my jeans with my juices. But as the band started
rocking, my body wanted to do the same. Susan was standing next to me and
she put her arm around me so we could sway together. She was doing this
innocently, of course, but my body didn't know that. By the time the band
took their first break, I was silently panting and trying to look normal.

A couple of the band members came over as our group was mostly their
friends and asked if we were enjoying the show. Everyone said they were,
although I am sure I was enjoying it most of all. After their break they
started their second set. By now a few people had moved in front of the
stage as a make-shift dance floor. I retreated to the bathroom where I
could text Victoria for guidance. It was too loud to call her and the
multi-stall bathroom was too public for the intimate conversation I wanted
to have with her. Her response to my text messages, after I described the
entire situation and layout of the bar, was to "Get my ass on the dance
floor and dance until I came." I probably shouldn't have asked.

Permission to cum was rare so I wasn't about to skip the opportunity. The
question was could I do it without anybody noticing. The answer was
maybe. I tried to stay on the side of the crowd. I knew I wouldn't last
long. Looking around I saw Susan and Tony still at the table, but her
friends were mostly down front. I worked my way through the crowd, feeling
my arousal building with each gyration, as I was trying to get toward the
side wall.. Moving through the crowd meant pressing up against people, both
women and men. I must admit, having my butt rub against a guy was
exciting. I made it to the wall in the nick of time. I was close to cumming
and a couple of well timed twirls (I do like to dance) was all it took to
take me over the edge. I quivered silently in the shadows and rode out my
climax hoping nobody would notice.

When I finally came down from my orgasmic high and noticed Susan was
looking at me. I couldn't make out if she was just wondering why I was
standing off to the side or if she could tell I'd just cum. I didn't really
want to find out. I pulled out my phone and sent her a text that I wasn't
feeling well and I was going to head home. I saw her take her phone out of
her pocket and read my message. I saw her typing and my phone buzzed
moments later. She said she was sad I didn't feel well and that she would
check on me in the morning. I quickly made my way along the wall to the
front door and headed home to send my Mistress a recap message. I wondered
if she would have more instructions for me that night or if I'd get to just
shower and go to bed. I'm not sure which I preferred, but the only message
Victoria sent me was a "good job" reply and that we would talk tomorrow.

I stripped off my clothes and removed the rope and took a shower. I was
pretty worn out so after my shower I just went to bed and slept well
through the night. In the morning I wasn't sure if Mistress had any plans
for me, so after breakfast, I started cleaning the house. Of course I was
naked. I also paused about every 15 minutes to sit down and briefly touch
myself. I was hoping Victoria would call, give me some kind of task or
order me to perform for her on the webcam, so I wanted to be ready. I must
admit vacuuming the living room while naked gave me a kinky housewife
feeling. I'd never enjoyed doing house work, but it was thrilling to do it
naked. The morning flew by until I heard a knock at my front door at
lunchtime. I quickly put on the robe I kept hanging by the front door and
looked through the security peephole. I was not surprised to see Susan
standing there. One time I did wake up last night I thought I heard arguing
from next door and she looked upset. I quickly opened the door and invited
her in. She was holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"I need somebody to drink with," she said as she pushed herself past me,
not noticing or not caring that I was wearing a robe.

"I just finished cleaning," I told her. "I was about to jump in the
shower."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just need somebody to talk to. Tony broke up with
me."

She moved to sit down on the couch putting the wine and glasses on the
coffee table. I sat down beside her and gave her a hug.

"What happened?" I asked. "You guys seemed happy last night."

"I'm going to need some wine before I tell you," she replied.

Something seemed very off, but I volunteered to get my bottle opener. We
made small talk while she drank the majority of the bottle. I had a couple
of glasses, but she probably had four. Then she opened up that I was the
cause of the argument they had last night. I stared into her eyes and said,
"I think I need more wine. I'll get another bottle." The tables were turned
and I was the one downing the majority of the second bottle. By the time we
killed it, we were both suitably intoxicated to begin the conversation she
wanted to have.

"Did you orgasm on the dance floor last night?" she asked. There it
was. She just came right out and said it. I sheepishly tried not to answer,
but in doing so I confirmed what she already suspected.

"Both Tony and I noticed," she added.

I was trying to figure out how to explain my behavior without telling her
my Mistress had commanded me to cum, but the words were difficult to find
and I don't think she was buying what I was selling.

"Tony wants me to be more like you," Susan told me. Then she clarified,
"Well, more adventurous."

"I don't know what you mean?" I replied.

"A few weeks back, when you got home from Chicago, did the woman you
introduced me to spank you?"

Had she not gotten me drunk, I probably would have been able to think of a
lie, but I just nodded.

"I thought so," Susan told me. "I thought that was kind of hot and I let
Tony spank me that night. He's never been better in bed than he was that
night, but I didn't really like it."

I remembered hearing their lovemaking through the wall that night. It was
hot to listen to them.

"It's not for everyone," I offered, trying to support her. .

"The thing is Tony has been asking to do it again. Then last night, when we
saw you cum at the bar, he was all over me to do things like that in
public. I couldn't deal with that. I think he wanted you. I was going to
let him spank me when we got home, but then we got into a fight and here we
are."

"Maybe it's for the best," I said.

"Tell me how you did it?" she asked. I wasn't expecting that. She looked so
innocent. Could I really confess I was under orders from a Mistress? Just
then my phone chirped. As always, Victoria always had impeccable timing and
I didn't dare pass on her Skype call.

"Hello, Mistress," I answered reflexively. I was embarrassed and Susan
looked shocked.

"Hello, sub," Victoria responded. "How was your morning?"

The wine probably helped loosen my tongue in front of Susan, but I was
thrilled to tell Mistress that I had followed my training.

"I cleaned the entire house naked, Mistress," I said proudly. "I stopped
multiple times each hour to masturbate so I would be wet in case you
called." I then turned the phone around so she could see Susan and then
turned it back to me. "My neighbor came over at noon with wine. I hope you
don't mind that we're having some."

I didn't confess that we had killed two bottles already.

"What is the topic of your conversation?" Mistress asked.

"She was about to tell me how it came to be that she orgasmed in front of
everybody at the bar last night," Susan chimed in.

"Oh," replied my Mistress. "In that case, you better get your laptop out
and call me back."

I stood up, walked out of the room and down to the basement. Once out of
Susan's earshot, I looked at Victoria and asked that we not have to do
this.

"She's my neighbor. I have to deal with her," I pleaded.

Victoria just smirked. "Touch your pussy. If you're not wet, I'll hang up
and you can spin this any way you want to her.

I didn't need to touch my pussy to know I'd lost this argument. Even if I
had not been playing with myself this morning, just sitting naked under the
robe next to Susan would have aroused me.

"I'll grab my laptop," I said, sounding defeated. "Is there anything else I
should grab?" That statement had a sarcastic tinge to it and sounded like I
was baiting Victoria to push me further. I had no doubt she grasped what I
intended.

"Grab the rope as well," Mistress Victoria commanded.

OK, that wasn't what I was expecting. I hurried back upstairs and set the
laptop on the table in front of the couch where Susan was sitting. I told
Victoria it was booting so I was going to hang up my phone. She told me,
"Fine, but drop the robe first." I can't say I didn't expect that, but
standing in front of my neighbor naked wasn't something I was anticipating
would happen today. I could feel her eyes on me as I tried to distract
myself by launching Skype. When Mistress connected it was clear she was
more interested in talking to Susan than to me.

"Susan," she began. "Send me a text (she gave Susan her phone number) so we
can talk privately tonight."

I watched as Susan grabbed her phone and did exactly that. Victoria then
quizzed her about why her boyfriend broke up with her and what she was
hoping to learn about me by coming over here today. I recognized she was in
therapist mode and was using the same technique she used on me at the
bar. After Mistress got the information she wanted, I kind of felt back for
Susan since she was drunk and probably shared more than she
should. Victoria then told me to stand and show Susan how I tied myself
last night.

My humiliation bubbled over. It was one thing to be naked in front of
her. It was quite another to show how I bound myself and came in
public. But of course, I did as my Mistress commanded. Susan watched
intently as if she was trying to learn how to tie these knots, but she
didn't ask any questions. After the rope belt with a clit knot was tied,
Victoria told Susan to play some dance music on her phone. I knew what that
meant. I didn't recognize the tune, but my body started swaying to the
beat.

"It took her a couple of hours to cum last night," Mistress said
proudly. "Let's see if exposing herself to you speeds that up."

Certainly the humiliation of dancing in front of Susan's stares was
arousing, but the music she picked was also much better suited for more
energetic dancing than the band last night. Being naked also meant I could
tease my nipples. When I asked for permission, thankfully Mistress said
yes. I don't know exactly how long it took for me to beg for permission to
cum. Maybe it was ten minutes. Of course I did not get an affirmative
response. Susan could see the desperation on my face, but Victoria used
this as a teaching moment to show her my pleasure derived from
submission. Soon my begging turned to pleading but Victoria still made me
wait. I expected her to tell me I could only cum if I made Susan cum
first. I saw that she had been squirming a bit on the couch as I performed
my lewd dance and her nipples were visible through her bra. But instead
Victoria asked Susan if she thought I'd had enough and should be allowed to
cum.  I expected her to say yes, but she sort of hemmed and hawed and was
non-committal. Maybe she was getting into the Domme/sub dynamic after
all. Victoria told her I wouldn't last much longer (thank you Mistress) and
told her I like to count down until I can cum. Well, I wouldn't say I like
it, but when she made me do it, I did cum pretty hard.

"Count down slowly from 25 my pet," Mistress Victoria commanded. Damn, 25
was longer than usual. "Susan, can you find a faster song for her?"

So I had to dance faster, which rubbed my labia and clit harder, and count
down slowly from 25 before I would be allowed to cum. I knew that would be
difficult, but having Susan there also inspired me not to fail. She was
watching me intently as the numbers ticked off. I think she wanted to see
if she could catch me trying to sneak in an orgasm like I did last night. I
knew that wasn't going to be possible. This one was going to be a
whopper. At ten I started pinching my nipples again. I was right on the
cusp, but in control enough that I knew I would succeed. This wasn't my
first time doing this after all. Susan might have been shocked that I made
it to zero, but I'm sure Victoria wasn't.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train and I ended up on the floor quivering
for 30-40 seconds. I was lost in my own world and didn't see how Susan
reacted. When I finally came back to Earth, I noticed she had picked up the
wine glasses and was heading toward the door without saying a word. I
thought maybe our friendship just ended. Victoria praised me. That meant
the world to me. She told me to take a nap and sober up. She also indicated
she might have another task for me later tonight, although she wasn't
sure. I thanked her for the opportunity to serve her today. Neither of us
mentioned Susan. That would have to wait for another conversation.