[Whispering Dom]

Part 8

It was worse than you thought it would be. Much worse.

The morning classes went by in a daze of frustrated arousal, you simply couldn’t concentrate, kept replaying last night’s and this morning’s experiences in your mind, turning you on like crazy. You hardly remember any of what was said, had to constantly shuffle around as your throbbing pussy kept threatening to make you groan.

At lunch, Mr. Not Quite Right came over to talk to you. He was being very friendly, and perhaps a little over suggestive, obviously thinking that your blow job yesterday meant something to you. You did try to be friendly, but you have no desire to repeat the experience, or anything like it. The thought of sex with anybody except Harry just doesn’t register. But the thought of having sex, any sex at all, even just masturbation, with Harry was making you squirm with anticipation.

And then came training. In the changing rooms, as you had changed into your running gear, you suddenly felt self conscious as you removed your clothes. Goodness knows why, you were spending an awful lot of time naked just at the moment thanks to Harry, but around your friends and team mates, something you’d never been self conscious about before… Perhaps you were worried that they’d be able to sense your acute arousal. Your nipples were painfully hard, and your panties were a total mess.

And then the coach was disappointed with you, saying you had lost your drive and motivation. Looking at his stopwatch and shaking his head, he had asked you what was wrong… You could hardly tell him that you had stuff on your mind, stuff like how you were being blackmailed into being a slave, and perversely really enjoying it, thinking about ways you might please your Master, and most importantly, wondering when the fuck you were going to be able to cum! Yeah, well coach, see it’s like this, I am currently our exchange student’s slave, and you see, he is keeping me naked practically all the time I’m at home, he teases me, makes me jerk him off, makes me play with myself but denies me an orgasm. So yeah, I’m finding it hard to concentrate on running… Yes, that would obviously go down well.

The coach had even asked if maybe you were injured, suggested you should go to sports massage therapy. Yeah, that’d be great, being naked and touched all over. No you had sighed, you were fine, just having an off day. You promised you’d pull yourself together, and left with the dire warning that at this rate you might not make the team at all, let alone the first one. You had cried on the way back to the changing room.


Back home, you had gone to your room, wanting desperately to take a shower and wash away the disappointment and sadness of the training session. There was a handwritten note on your pillow.

‘Taylor - As soon as you get home, you are to strip naked, and you will stay that way until I tell you otherwise. No exceptions! Take a full body photo of yourself, and upload it to your slave directory as soon as you strip.

I have sent you an email. There’s a link in it to a video clip I want you to watch. You should watch it once to see what it entails, then you are to mimic it, that is, you are going to do what the actress does, with one exception, which should be obvious to you, but in case it isn’t, you don’t get to finish when she does.

After you’ve done this, take another full body picture of yourself and upload it to your directory.

Then you can shower - naked all the way remember, and I’ll be up to see you later.

Harry’

You groan inwardly, this is torture, and you have no idea what he’s on about with the video and copying what the actress does. What does he mean by not finish?

You sigh and strip off. Using your phone, you take a full body picture of yourself and upload it to your computer and then to your slave directory. You realize you never even hesitated. How much have you already surrendered, willingly, to Harry?

Then you sit down and look at your email. There’s the email from Harry, the link is to some porn site, you click on it and start to watch the linked video. Your mouth drops open as you start to watch it, the actress is naked, like you, and is laying on her bed, alone. She starts to touch her breasts, ironically she seems to be watching a video too. She seems to be getting very turned on, and soon her hands slide down to her pussy. She spreads her legs, and starts to masturbate.

You groan, no, please Harry, what is he trying to do to you. You understand what he had meant now about not finishing. The actress is going to get to cum, but you are not…

The movie continues, the actress getting more and more turned on, until she reaches to her side and grabs a vibrator. Oh god, you haven’t used your vibe in ages… You’re not even sure it will still work…

You watch in morbid fascination as she fucks herself for ages, minutes at a time, until finally climaxing, which you won’t be allowed to do. You look at the playtime - it was 14 minutes. You’ll never manage that without cumming. Never. You sigh, you want to hate Harry, how could he want to inflict this on you? But you don’t, in fact you are rather impressed by his albeit cruel and sadistic streak.

You dig into your drawer and find your vibe… How did Harry even know you had one? It doesn’t work, you will need to change the batteries, and the spare batteries are downstairs, in the garage. You are about to put shorts and a t shirt on to go down and get them, when you stop. Naked, no exceptions, you have to be naked now until Harry tells you that it’s Ok to put clothes on. Well nobody’s home, it shouldn’t be a problem, so you leave your room and head down the stairs. You’re often naked upstairs, but as soon as you start to descend the staircase it feels different. Nobody walks around this part of the house naked. Well it’s practice for when you have to edge in the garage you suppose, but it really feels risky and exposed.

You go through the kitchen, trying not to get too close to downstairs windows. The street seems quiet, but you never know. You go to the door from the kitchen to the garage and open it. But something is wrong, it’s bright in the garage, someone has left the garage doors open, you will be visible from the street, naked. You stop. You know Harry must have set this up, and for the first time today you feel a stab of anger. This isn’t fair, it’s mean, is he trying to get you seen? Why would he do that? But then it strikes you… You are excited, frightened but excited about the prospect of having to go into the garage, your naked body visible to any random passer by.

You take a deep breath. Well, here goes… You peer around the door, the street is empty. The batteries are the other side of the garage, if there had been cars in there it would be no problem, but there aren’t, it’s just an empty expanse. Tentatively you step into the garage. The floor is rough cement, feels unusual under your bare feet, accentuating your nakedness. You take a step in, then another, stop and listen for cars. Nothing. Your breathing is calming, there’s hardly a sound from the street. You step quickly across the garage, see the box with the batteries in it on a shelf. You lift it off the shelf and put in on your dad’s workbench at the back of the garage your back to the street. You open it and take out the batteries you need, close it up and put it back on the shelf.

As you turn to run back to the safety of the kitchen with your batteries, you glance out to the street again. And gasp, your face flushes deep red. A teen on his bike has stopped and is staring in at you. God, he must have seen everything, your bare butt as you fished the batteries out of the box, your breasts as you lifted the box back onto the shelf and now your naked body, turned to face him, completely exposed. He is standing there with his mouth gaping. You let out a yelp and run back for the safety of the kitchen, slamming the door behind you as you get inside. Your heart is pounding, partly from the short sprint, but more from the humiliation of your exposure. You curse Harry under your breath, this is getting out of hand, he shouldn’t put you in that kind of position…

But you realize also that the knowledge that you have been seen naked has made your nipples stiffen painfully, and you feel a clutch in your pussy. Damn, damn, damn. Harry is playing you, you don’t know whether to cry or laugh. You reckon that he knew that being seen would give you a rush.

You make your way back upstairs to your room, change the batteries in your vibe, get everything set for your torment, which is essentially just putting the vibe on your bed and restarting the movie, and you lay on your bed and begin. You start as the actress does by caressing your already erect nipples. You sigh, you wonder whether that’s allowed, the actress hasn’t sighed yet. But it feels so good. You watch the screen and as she slips her hands down to her pussy, you do the same. She starts to masturbate, and so do you. You whimper as you realize that you are already close to cumming, and there must be at least ten minutes left to go, a whole lot of it fucking yourself with your vibe…

You are going to do this though. You want to be able to look Harry in the face, with pride, and tell him that you did it. You know he will be so pleased with you. The pleasure is intense. It’s already almost as if you are in a permanently orgasmic state, riding the wave of a climax that will never break. Your mind is wandering, detached, allowing you to stay in this state without actually cumming. You realize the actress has started with her vibe, you reach for yours and slide it in, turning it on as you do. You spasm violently, your hips kick up in the air as your back arches and your head presses backwards. And then you are riding your wave again, a continuous sensation of cumming without actually cumming.

Breathlessly you hold on, the vibe stimulating you almost to the point of pain. Your legs are spread wide, and you are thrusting your hips even more energetically than the actress. You are grunting with the pleasure, and also with the effort of not climaxing. Desperately you watch the screen, willing the actress to cum so you can stop. She is getting close, at least you hope she is, you have totally lost track of the time.

And she cums. Even if she’s only acting, the fact that an orgasm has happened, the sound of her climax fake or not, almost takes you over the edge. Almost. You pull your vibe out and throw it on the floor, still buzzing away. Your whole body is heaving with pleasure and the effort to control it. You are panting, gasping for air, every few seconds your whole body convulses, you can feel wetness dripping between your legs. You moan loudly.