Master

I have just delivered a new cup of coffee to my boss after he spilled the first all over the reports I prepared for him. Now he is demanding I redo them immediately, acting like it’s my fault he spilled his coffee. Had he actually watched what he was doing instead of leering at my breasts, this wouldn’t have happened. I am so sick and tired of taking orders from bosses who have no idea what they are doing. Actually, I am sick and tired of taking orders, period!
I sit at the computer, looking to see if you have contacted me yet. It shows that you are logged in and I know this is probably true. Each day you make me wait with a promised reward if I show patience. I want so badly to talk to you. My day is becoming worse by the second and I just want to feel you close. I know I rely on you so much but you have some sort of power over me.

We have talked for months, a quick stab at friends then right into the heat of passion. I have never masturbated so much in my entire life than the last few months with you. It wasn’t long and we were talking on the phone, your voice is so damn heavenly. It is a voice that commands respect and exudes power yet seduces too. As we explore each other’s minds in search of the ultimate fantasies, we have learned a great deal about one another. Our relationship has developed into something much more than pure fantasy. I now have an insatiable need for you; a need that I can not control and you know this.

The first time you used your control, you told me to go into the bathroom and masturbate. You gave me only a few minutes to accomplish this before you disappeared for the day. I was hesitant but you kept the clock ticking. I practically ran to the ladies room to finger myself. Once I arrived, I found that it was quite busy. I was scared but knew that I would never be able to lie to you, somehow you would know. As soon as a stall was available I dropped my underwear and quickly started rubbing my clit, thinking only of you. My fingers slipped inside and I fucked myself hard. The pure excitement that I was doing this for you was orgasmic itself. It was a matter of minutes and I was finished, biting my lip the whole time so no one would hear. I ran back to my desk to find you still there waiting for me online. My heart was racing so fast.

“Did you wash your hands?” was the first thing you asked me. Not was it good, were there other people around, did you think of me, nothing like that.

I looked on in amazement and sadly typed. “No, I forgot. I was in a hurry to get back to you.”

You logged off without another word. I stared at the screen, heart broken. Hadn’t I done what you asked? I knew the answer to that question. You always told me, never do anything half assed. Being without you was my punishment for the rest of the day and the evening. You didn’t even call to masturbate me to sleep that night and I didn’t have the heart to do it without you. I learned my lesson, the second time you had me do the same thing, I was late because I washed my hands but you only left me for a couple hours. You know that my need for you is beyond anything imaginable. I will do anything for you.

Our relationship has progressed so much since then. I have even masturbated at my desk, people all around me. You made me pull up my skirt and slide my fingers under my panties and finger myself. People even came to my desk and you refused to let me stop. My body was hidden under my desk the top drawer open to conceal the rest. I kept the phone glued to my ear as you fucked me verbally. The hardest part was not calling out as I came. After a few times, you refused to let me cum quickly. You made me draw it out, 25 minutes the last time. I was drenched in sweat by the time I was finished. You always seemed to know if I was doing as I was told. If I was too slow or too discreet, you knew. You instructed me as if you were watching my every move.
Today, you haven’t contacted me for hours. I sit here wondering what I’ve done wrong but knowing that you are only teaching me patience. My cell phone rings and I grab it from my purse. Without even looking to see who it is, I answer.

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