Another late late night at work and by the time I was back in my accommodation and fed I was about ready to keel over. All I could come up with was:
I undressed and put on my shortest dress, leaving off my underwear. I kept on my long socks and put some mary janes on and left the apartment to do a circuit of the hotel. I went through the gardens and through reception, where I know I was noticed by a couple checking in. I would like to say I found an opportunity to bend over and flash my arse, but there just wasn't an appropriate moment.
So there you are, not quite up to standard but slutty nonetheless.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Week Eleven - Wednesday
Wednesday was a long working day. By the time I got back to my accommodation I was tired, ready for bed and totally lacking in creativity. But that doesn't allow me to get out of my task! I had a brainstorm and decided the best sexy, erotic thing I could reasonably pull off was some striptease, just to the full length mirror in my own bedroom.
I put on some sexy music and started my show. I haven't really danced to myself before and I found it pretty fun, I was very aware of my technique and trying to put myself into positions and poses that were flattering. The lighting in my bedroom was pretty soft and I think I looked pretty good dancing. I did what, in the industry, would be a typical private show set - 3 songs. First song everything comes off except the underwear, song two the bra comes off, song three the undies come off... after a lot of teasing.
By the end of the third song I was pretty warmed up and felt ready to try taking it to a different level. I continued to play to the mirror, totally naked, caressing myself also and generally getting down and dirty. When I started to touch myself I realised I did want to take it all the way, and as my fingers got wetter running over my pussy I thought I might capture the event. I pulled out my camera and switched it to video mode. When I was feeling like orgasm was getting close, I started recording. I did get a bit of play captured, but unfortunately the CF card was so full of other naughty photos of me it conked out pretty quickly. I gave up o that idea and instead pulled my vibrator from it's place of glory on the bedside table and gave myself a going over with it.
I was on my knees, bouncing on the vibrator and fingering my clit when the orgasm came. It was nice to be in the privacy of my own room so I could let out my moans of appreciation. Afterwards I washed the vibrator and returned it to it's place. And slept like the dead.
I put on some sexy music and started my show. I haven't really danced to myself before and I found it pretty fun, I was very aware of my technique and trying to put myself into positions and poses that were flattering. The lighting in my bedroom was pretty soft and I think I looked pretty good dancing. I did what, in the industry, would be a typical private show set - 3 songs. First song everything comes off except the underwear, song two the bra comes off, song three the undies come off... after a lot of teasing.
By the end of the third song I was pretty warmed up and felt ready to try taking it to a different level. I continued to play to the mirror, totally naked, caressing myself also and generally getting down and dirty. When I started to touch myself I realised I did want to take it all the way, and as my fingers got wetter running over my pussy I thought I might capture the event. I pulled out my camera and switched it to video mode. When I was feeling like orgasm was getting close, I started recording. I did get a bit of play captured, but unfortunately the CF card was so full of other naughty photos of me it conked out pretty quickly. I gave up o that idea and instead pulled my vibrator from it's place of glory on the bedside table and gave myself a going over with it.
I was on my knees, bouncing on the vibrator and fingering my clit when the orgasm came. It was nice to be in the privacy of my own room so I could let out my moans of appreciation. Afterwards I washed the vibrator and returned it to it's place. And slept like the dead.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Week Eleven - Monday and Tuesday
Monday
I settled into my accomodations for my stay without too much drama. While I was unpacking I popped two of my vibrators onto the bedside table, just until I found a suitable drawer for them. However, I decided then that I would leave one of them out, preferably for the duration of my stay, on the bedside table - just to see if the cleaning staff or anyone might notice. Let's see how that goes.
Tuesday
I am at our "office away from home" and we are in the midst of getting things set up (phone, internet, etc) which leaves my boss without much to do, so he had gone back to his accommodations for the day. Left here by myself and writing up old blog entries got my blood up and my pussy wet, so I decided my task fulfilment today will be to give myself an orgasm right here at work, not in the bathroom but in the office.
I slipped off my undies and popped into my boss's room and perched on a chair (not his). When I first touched my pussy I found it wet and waiting and the risk of seeing through to outside the glass doors, knowing anyone could happen by, really got me off quickly. It would have taken me less than 5 mins, and now I'm all warm and fuzzy. Mmm.
Edit - I am pretty sure someone outside saw me putting my undies back on. I thought it was just a shadow, but now I'm pretty sure it was a person. Oops.
Edit 2 - The vibrator is still on the bedside table.
I settled into my accomodations for my stay without too much drama. While I was unpacking I popped two of my vibrators onto the bedside table, just until I found a suitable drawer for them. However, I decided then that I would leave one of them out, preferably for the duration of my stay, on the bedside table - just to see if the cleaning staff or anyone might notice. Let's see how that goes.
Tuesday
I am at our "office away from home" and we are in the midst of getting things set up (phone, internet, etc) which leaves my boss without much to do, so he had gone back to his accommodations for the day. Left here by myself and writing up old blog entries got my blood up and my pussy wet, so I decided my task fulfilment today will be to give myself an orgasm right here at work, not in the bathroom but in the office.
I slipped off my undies and popped into my boss's room and perched on a chair (not his). When I first touched my pussy I found it wet and waiting and the risk of seeing through to outside the glass doors, knowing anyone could happen by, really got me off quickly. It would have taken me less than 5 mins, and now I'm all warm and fuzzy. Mmm.
Edit - I am pretty sure someone outside saw me putting my undies back on. I thought it was just a shadow, but now I'm pretty sure it was a person. Oops.
Edit 2 - The vibrator is still on the bedside table.
Week Eleven - The tasks
This is the first of my five weeks interstate. A has given me a couple of tasks.
Daily task - each day I must do something slutty or erotic, and then blog it. I will have to be creative with this one!
Long term task - Over the five week away period, I have to give out at least 5 personal cards. That is one card per week. When I have successfully given one away, I must blog the encounter, describing the recipient and the handover. This is very challeging for me as I have only managed to give away one card and that was at a non-vanilla party where I was with A! I will have to pull my finger out.
Daily task - each day I must do something slutty or erotic, and then blog it. I will have to be creative with this one!
Long term task - Over the five week away period, I have to give out at least 5 personal cards. That is one card per week. When I have successfully given one away, I must blog the encounter, describing the recipient and the handover. This is very challeging for me as I have only managed to give away one card and that was at a non-vanilla party where I was with A! I will have to pull my finger out.
Week Ten - Fulfilment of Tasks
Due to the continuing lack of decent internet access, Week Ten's task fulfilment shall be in one post.
Sunday
I started off quite simple. This night I begged A to undress me. So often the anticipation of what will be done can make the payoff so much better. There is something very special and erotic about being undressed. I didn't have to beg too much, he took good care of me and peeled off my clothes slowly while I let him. I think it did lead onto other mischief from there...
Monday
I had a very physical day on Monday and was feeling very very sore by Monday night. I begged A for a backrub and he did a tremendous job, rubbing my sore muscles and slowly helping me to feel human again *sigh*.
Tuesday
Tuesday was another huge day and I didn't have an ounce of energy left in me by bedtime. I begged this night, for snuggles and got them in spades!
Wednesday
This day I requested a make out session. So often it is easy to forget the simple sensuality of kissing and caressing. I had wanted us to make out with our clothes still on, and work them off, but A is always quick to strip off when we are at home as he is more comfortable naked, so I was a little too late for that request. Tomorrow then.
Thursday
Following yesterday's missed opportunity, today I forewarned A not to take his clothes off right away when we got home. Then I asked for my kissing session and we grappled with each other through our clothes. It wasn't quite as erotic as I'd made it out to be, I was hoping for more of that desperation for further contact which is stifled by the clothing, making things hotter and more erotic, more anticipation, but not quite. I guess naked kissing really is better.
Friday and Saturday
I am having no luck at all remembering what shenanigans we got up to on these two days. Stupid head.
Sunday
I started off quite simple. This night I begged A to undress me. So often the anticipation of what will be done can make the payoff so much better. There is something very special and erotic about being undressed. I didn't have to beg too much, he took good care of me and peeled off my clothes slowly while I let him. I think it did lead onto other mischief from there...
Monday
I had a very physical day on Monday and was feeling very very sore by Monday night. I begged A for a backrub and he did a tremendous job, rubbing my sore muscles and slowly helping me to feel human again *sigh*.
Tuesday
Tuesday was another huge day and I didn't have an ounce of energy left in me by bedtime. I begged this night, for snuggles and got them in spades!
Wednesday
This day I requested a make out session. So often it is easy to forget the simple sensuality of kissing and caressing. I had wanted us to make out with our clothes still on, and work them off, but A is always quick to strip off when we are at home as he is more comfortable naked, so I was a little too late for that request. Tomorrow then.
Thursday
Following yesterday's missed opportunity, today I forewarned A not to take his clothes off right away when we got home. Then I asked for my kissing session and we grappled with each other through our clothes. It wasn't quite as erotic as I'd made it out to be, I was hoping for more of that desperation for further contact which is stifled by the clothing, making things hotter and more erotic, more anticipation, but not quite. I guess naked kissing really is better.
Friday and Saturday
I am having no luck at all remembering what shenanigans we got up to on these two days. Stupid head.
Week Ten - The Tasks
This week A deemed that I must ask, no - BEG him to do something to me sexually at least once per day. Sounds easy enough, but you do have to make sure you have time to do it!
Week Nine - Saturday
Double trouble! We were at a play party this night and I managed to convince (though I guess it didn't take much "convincing") the delicious Miss E to dash into the bathroom and take a pervy snap with me. How luscious and inviting she looks....
No photo duties on Sunday as that is when my next task kicked in.
Week Nine - Friday
My first opportunity to take a shot at work! I took this one in the ladies loos and was very conscious of my camera phone's loud "shutter" noise each time I clicked off a shot. I managed not to embarrass myself however...
Week Nine - Thursday
Yet another sneaky shot in the bedroom. I nearly forgot to take a photo this day, so ended up snapping it right before bed with A looking on.
Week Nine - Tuesday
This shot was taken at our home away from home. We are staying with a "vanilla" friend this week, so I have to be careful about when and where I snap my shots. I slipped away before dinner into the bedroom to send this one.
Week Nine - Monday
We were out at a resturant with a lovely couple when I stole away to the bathroom to take this shot. The bathroom lighting was quite good! When I got back to the table A had already shown the photo to the couple in question, gaining me a compliment.
Week Nine - The task
Week nine's assignment is a series of photographic tasks. Each day I am to send a "smutty" photo of myself to A. I chose to take them on my camera phone and MMS them to him. A is going easy on me this week with tasks as it's a very busy week for us in "real" life.
Week Eight - Additional Task
I came home on Wednesday after dance class and I hadn't been home for very long when A said he needed me to go for a walk. There is a package for you, he said, at the top of the fire stairs. I had an inkling that a walk may not just be 'a walk', but since he said it was a package it didn't sound like too much effort, so I went right away.
I've never been to the top of the fire stairs before. It's a plain concrete stairwell, fairly dusty, that leads up about 6 floors to the rooftop. There is a door to the rooftop that is locked. Hanging on the door handle of that door was a platic gift back with "Miss C" written on it. Inside the back was a vibrator. There was also a towel on the stairs, one I recognised as ours.
My initial reaction was frustration! I was so tired from work and dance class that I just didn't feel in the mood to do what he obviously expected. I stomped around and sighed a lot, then came to terms with the fact that I needed to do it, so I may as well accept it. That was when I took off my clothes, leaving me naked in the stairwell that I had no guarantees wouldn't need to be used at any moment. I was just starting to caress myself in preparation when I heard a door slam downstairs - shit! Someone was coming. I rushed to put my clothes back on and looked down the well to see if I could see anyone.
It was A. I was livid. He came upstairs to where I was, and was obviously surprised to find me dressed and not complying with his task. I told him how he'd startled me and now I was going to need some time to settle down before I could resume. I'm sure he was disappointed that he wouldnt get a show, but he left me alone and I sat back down and removed my clothes again.
It didn't take too long for me to get back in the mood. The risk of the public place (and sitting right next to a door that lead who knew where?) soon lit my fires and I was able to get the juices flowing again. I rubbed my clit and pleasured myself. I even took out my phone and took a snap of what I was doing and sent it to A so that he would know I was back on track. When I felt my orgasm coming on, I stood up in the stairwell and when the orgasm came it was very strong and cleansing. I returned to the apartment with a smile on my face.
I've never been to the top of the fire stairs before. It's a plain concrete stairwell, fairly dusty, that leads up about 6 floors to the rooftop. There is a door to the rooftop that is locked. Hanging on the door handle of that door was a platic gift back with "Miss C" written on it. Inside the back was a vibrator. There was also a towel on the stairs, one I recognised as ours.
My initial reaction was frustration! I was so tired from work and dance class that I just didn't feel in the mood to do what he obviously expected. I stomped around and sighed a lot, then came to terms with the fact that I needed to do it, so I may as well accept it. That was when I took off my clothes, leaving me naked in the stairwell that I had no guarantees wouldn't need to be used at any moment. I was just starting to caress myself in preparation when I heard a door slam downstairs - shit! Someone was coming. I rushed to put my clothes back on and looked down the well to see if I could see anyone.
It was A. I was livid. He came upstairs to where I was, and was obviously surprised to find me dressed and not complying with his task. I told him how he'd startled me and now I was going to need some time to settle down before I could resume. I'm sure he was disappointed that he wouldnt get a show, but he left me alone and I sat back down and removed my clothes again.
It didn't take too long for me to get back in the mood. The risk of the public place (and sitting right next to a door that lead who knew where?) soon lit my fires and I was able to get the juices flowing again. I rubbed my clit and pleasured myself. I even took out my phone and took a snap of what I was doing and sent it to A so that he would know I was back on track. When I felt my orgasm coming on, I stood up in the stairwell and when the orgasm came it was very strong and cleansing. I returned to the apartment with a smile on my face.
Week Eight - Guest Task
I have been flirting online with a young lady I found through a girl-girl contact site. I tried a different approach with this one, and let her know up front that I had kinky interests and that I was quite submissive. In one of my emails I mentioned that I am given tasks, and gave her some examples of the adventures A has sent me on.
How interesting it was to get a reply which set me more tasks! This girl requested that on Wednesday (week 9) I should wear no underwear to work, and that I should take photographs to prove the lack of underwear. I was also assigned the task of having an orgasm at 12:30pm. That was interesting, you see I have only ever been given a time limit for an orgasm, not a specific time. I decided to take on the tasks and do my best to fulfil them.
My lady taskmaster hadn't requested that I wear a skirt on my underwear free day, but I decided to do so anyway, since it would be difficult to prove the lack of undewear wearing pants. In the morning at my desk I took some shots under the desk and on my office chair exposing my pussy and ass. That got me terribly wet, but I held off on any mischief as I had my 12:30 appointment to keep. At 12:10pm or so I told my boss I was going on the lunch run and headed to the ladies loos. I was already so wet from my porn star photos that I quickly realised I had left myself too much time to complete the task. If I wasn't careful I would come too soon!
I had taken my camera into the bathroom with me, and I took some snaps of me performing my task, I even tried taking some video! As 12:25 came around I was going for it, glad to finally be able to get off. I think I came a little early in the end, but hopefully that is ok. It was a good orgasm and I was so very very wet by that stage. Staying undie-less for the rest of the day was a little frustrating after that, I had to make sure I didn't leave any wet spots!
I will post the 'proof' images I took here, which are the same ones I sent to my lady taskmaster. She told me they were very nice.
How interesting it was to get a reply which set me more tasks! This girl requested that on Wednesday (week 9) I should wear no underwear to work, and that I should take photographs to prove the lack of underwear. I was also assigned the task of having an orgasm at 12:30pm. That was interesting, you see I have only ever been given a time limit for an orgasm, not a specific time. I decided to take on the tasks and do my best to fulfil them.
My lady taskmaster hadn't requested that I wear a skirt on my underwear free day, but I decided to do so anyway, since it would be difficult to prove the lack of undewear wearing pants. In the morning at my desk I took some shots under the desk and on my office chair exposing my pussy and ass. That got me terribly wet, but I held off on any mischief as I had my 12:30 appointment to keep. At 12:10pm or so I told my boss I was going on the lunch run and headed to the ladies loos. I was already so wet from my porn star photos that I quickly realised I had left myself too much time to complete the task. If I wasn't careful I would come too soon!
I had taken my camera into the bathroom with me, and I took some snaps of me performing my task, I even tried taking some video! As 12:25 came around I was going for it, glad to finally be able to get off. I think I came a little early in the end, but hopefully that is ok. It was a good orgasm and I was so very very wet by that stage. Staying undie-less for the rest of the day was a little frustrating after that, I had to make sure I didn't leave any wet spots!
I will post the 'proof' images I took here, which are the same ones I sent to my lady taskmaster. She told me they were very nice.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Week Eight - The Story
She moved like a dancer. That was the first thing I noticed, her sinuous, graceful movements on the dance floor as the coloured lights bathed her body in red, blue and magenta by turns. She tossed her head, hair flying - brown or auburn? It was hard to tell in the coloured light.
My personal cards burned in my back pocket. I had a mission tonight. Here was a likely target. Should I wait for her to leave the dance floor and try to talk to her? No, I would most likely lose her in the crowd. Better to approach her now. I took to the floor, inching around other dancers. Thankfully, she seemed to be alone just lost in the music and uncaring of who was around her. I came within range of her, and started to dance, echoing her movements as I did. The music was not anything I recognised, but the deep bass was easy to move to, and I let myself feel it vibrating up through the floor to my fingertips.
I tried to engage her slowly, starting with a few fleeting glances before holding my stares longer. It took a little while, but she she did start to take notice and I was satisfied when she started to return my gaze. I moved closer to her, and soon we were no longer solo dancers, but dancing together. Not touching, not holding, but moving with each other, acknowledging each other in the motions of the dance. The dance tracks from the DJ melted into one another and we continued to dance for what could have been minutes or hours, I couldn't tell. After some time, she leaned in to me and tried to talk over the thumping bass. I shook my head, I couldn't hear a word - it was too loud. I gestured to the entrance, we could go outside where it was quieter, she nodded.
Outside the club in the cool air, we rested on the steps and finally spoke. Auburn, I noted, as the brighter light of the streetlights illuminated her true hair colour. She told me her name, I told her mine. We exchanged pleasantries for a while – jobs, partners, details... discovering shared interests.
She complained of the music in the club. It used to be better, too thumpy now, too hard to dance to, too hard to talk over. Perhaps she’d rather go somewhere quieter? I proposed. She hesitated, but said ok – why not? We walked for a short while, seeking a café or quiet bar but came up with nothing. We could go back to my place, I ventured carefully, I have drinks and music and I live close by. She seemed in two minds, but I know the attraction I was feeling was not one sided. We hailed a cab.
Nerves hit me as I unlocked the door. I was home alone tonight, A had given me run of the apartment in aid of my mission. I fixed us drinks and we chatted some more. Eventually, I got to the burning question – would you mind if we took this further? A shy nod, and then my lips were on hers, deliciously soft and tasting of lime and vodka. Lips led to tongues and soon hands were touching, searching over satin and corsetry. I fell back on the couch, pulling her atop me and our bodies meshed together in a tangle of limbs, the warm throbbing between my legs barely assuaged by the press of her thigh. We ground against each other, tongues touching and lips caressing, my fingers tangling in the lacings of her corset.
She laughed with me as I struggled with the fastenings, helping me remove it. Beneath, her breasts were small but perfectly formed, and she sighed when I drew first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. Clothing became too restrictive and piece by piece it all came off, except for my boots which would have taken far too long, and soon it was flesh melting into flesh and I could feel the wetness of her sex against my thigh. We ground together like that for as long as we could stand it, but it was me who broke it, easing her onto her back and sliding my tongue from her neck down to her waiting wetness. She tasted wonderful, warm and hot, and I soon discovered the barest brush of teeth sent her into joyful fits of ecstasy. I stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other had fingers buried deep in her warmth as my tongue worked her clit.
This went on for some time, but soon the tell tale moans and motions of orgasm came on and I was entirely satisfied to note she was not at all quiet in her appreciation. I think my neighbors may be unhappy with me... I barely had time to remove my mouth from her still throbbing clit when she pounced on me, returning the favour with equal fervour. Sighs and giggles punctuated our post orgasm pillow talk, as we were both rendered slightly goofy from the release. We fell asleep spooned, and I thought of how A would probably find us like that when he arrived home in the morning.
My personal cards burned in my back pocket. I had a mission tonight. Here was a likely target. Should I wait for her to leave the dance floor and try to talk to her? No, I would most likely lose her in the crowd. Better to approach her now. I took to the floor, inching around other dancers. Thankfully, she seemed to be alone just lost in the music and uncaring of who was around her. I came within range of her, and started to dance, echoing her movements as I did. The music was not anything I recognised, but the deep bass was easy to move to, and I let myself feel it vibrating up through the floor to my fingertips.
I tried to engage her slowly, starting with a few fleeting glances before holding my stares longer. It took a little while, but she she did start to take notice and I was satisfied when she started to return my gaze. I moved closer to her, and soon we were no longer solo dancers, but dancing together. Not touching, not holding, but moving with each other, acknowledging each other in the motions of the dance. The dance tracks from the DJ melted into one another and we continued to dance for what could have been minutes or hours, I couldn't tell. After some time, she leaned in to me and tried to talk over the thumping bass. I shook my head, I couldn't hear a word - it was too loud. I gestured to the entrance, we could go outside where it was quieter, she nodded.
Outside the club in the cool air, we rested on the steps and finally spoke. Auburn, I noted, as the brighter light of the streetlights illuminated her true hair colour. She told me her name, I told her mine. We exchanged pleasantries for a while – jobs, partners, details... discovering shared interests.
She complained of the music in the club. It used to be better, too thumpy now, too hard to dance to, too hard to talk over. Perhaps she’d rather go somewhere quieter? I proposed. She hesitated, but said ok – why not? We walked for a short while, seeking a café or quiet bar but came up with nothing. We could go back to my place, I ventured carefully, I have drinks and music and I live close by. She seemed in two minds, but I know the attraction I was feeling was not one sided. We hailed a cab.
Nerves hit me as I unlocked the door. I was home alone tonight, A had given me run of the apartment in aid of my mission. I fixed us drinks and we chatted some more. Eventually, I got to the burning question – would you mind if we took this further? A shy nod, and then my lips were on hers, deliciously soft and tasting of lime and vodka. Lips led to tongues and soon hands were touching, searching over satin and corsetry. I fell back on the couch, pulling her atop me and our bodies meshed together in a tangle of limbs, the warm throbbing between my legs barely assuaged by the press of her thigh. We ground against each other, tongues touching and lips caressing, my fingers tangling in the lacings of her corset.
She laughed with me as I struggled with the fastenings, helping me remove it. Beneath, her breasts were small but perfectly formed, and she sighed when I drew first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. Clothing became too restrictive and piece by piece it all came off, except for my boots which would have taken far too long, and soon it was flesh melting into flesh and I could feel the wetness of her sex against my thigh. We ground together like that for as long as we could stand it, but it was me who broke it, easing her onto her back and sliding my tongue from her neck down to her waiting wetness. She tasted wonderful, warm and hot, and I soon discovered the barest brush of teeth sent her into joyful fits of ecstasy. I stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other had fingers buried deep in her warmth as my tongue worked her clit.
This went on for some time, but soon the tell tale moans and motions of orgasm came on and I was entirely satisfied to note she was not at all quiet in her appreciation. I think my neighbors may be unhappy with me... I barely had time to remove my mouth from her still throbbing clit when she pounced on me, returning the favour with equal fervour. Sighs and giggles punctuated our post orgasm pillow talk, as we were both rendered slightly goofy from the release. We fell asleep spooned, and I thought of how A would probably find us like that when he arrived home in the morning.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Week Eight - The Task
Today A assigned my task for the week. I am to write an erotic story. Specifically an erotic story account of my seduction of a sexy girl. I shall have to roll out the creative juices on this one. I have until the end of the week.
If I somehow burn through the task early, there is another erotic story waiting to be written. This one is an account of an actual event from our sexual past - a night of play with a very sexy single girl.
Fingers crossed I don't get writer's block!
If I somehow burn through the task early, there is another erotic story waiting to be written. This one is an account of an actual event from our sexual past - a night of play with a very sexy single girl.
Fingers crossed I don't get writer's block!
Week Eight - Monday - Bonus task
Day 57 - Monday
Today A left for work without assigning me daily tasks for the week. Without further direction to go by, and with some time to do so, I took it upon myself to perform a daily task, as a continuation from last week. I was inspired to do so after typing up some of my raunchy experiences from last week - in particular the outdoor masturbation I performed on Thursday. By the time I had finished recounting the experience I was very hot and bothered. It seemed a shame not to capitalise on this so I decided to document my orgasm in a new way. A has seen me orgasm first hand, and heard it through the phone line on his message bank, today he got to see it in pictures.
I set up my digital camera with a timer and took a number of photos of myself as I masturbated. After taking a few I would check them in the display, then reset the camera and take a few more. They're not amazing photos, but they do document the course of my session quite well, in my opinion. The wetness of my pussy is quite apparent, along with the raised colour on my neck as I overheated getting closer and closer to orgasm. One shot definitely captured me at the point of orgasm, though it is probably not apparent.
I gave the camera to A today to view the results.
Today A left for work without assigning me daily tasks for the week. Without further direction to go by, and with some time to do so, I took it upon myself to perform a daily task, as a continuation from last week. I was inspired to do so after typing up some of my raunchy experiences from last week - in particular the outdoor masturbation I performed on Thursday. By the time I had finished recounting the experience I was very hot and bothered. It seemed a shame not to capitalise on this so I decided to document my orgasm in a new way. A has seen me orgasm first hand, and heard it through the phone line on his message bank, today he got to see it in pictures.
I set up my digital camera with a timer and took a number of photos of myself as I masturbated. After taking a few I would check them in the display, then reset the camera and take a few more. They're not amazing photos, but they do document the course of my session quite well, in my opinion. The wetness of my pussy is quite apparent, along with the raised colour on my neck as I overheated getting closer and closer to orgasm. One shot definitely captured me at the point of orgasm, though it is probably not apparent.
I gave the camera to A today to view the results.
Week Seven - Sunday - Daily Task
Day 55 - Sunday
Today's daily task was very low key. There is a book that A has been encouraging me to read, which I have been balking at as I haven't much interest in non-fiction. It's a book about sexual politics and the nature of being a "slut". I have attempted to read it before and didn't get very far as it started to annoy me. A has expounded to me that if I can get past the "annoying" aspects of the book that it is a fine read and makes some very good points.
Today I started reading that book.
Today's daily task was very low key. There is a book that A has been encouraging me to read, which I have been balking at as I haven't much interest in non-fiction. It's a book about sexual politics and the nature of being a "slut". I have attempted to read it before and didn't get very far as it started to annoy me. A has expounded to me that if I can get past the "annoying" aspects of the book that it is a fine read and makes some very good points.
Today I started reading that book.
Week Seven - Saturday - Daily Task
Day 55 - Saturday
Today my task was dictated to me, built around my situation for the day. As it happens I spent most of today amongst female playfriends, having a day of girly fun while the male partners were away on a boys day out. Last night A told me that my task would be that he would assign me a trigger word, and when that word was spoken by any of the women in the group, that I would have to strip naked and bring myself to orgasm in front of them. Well that is just not on. I could't possibly, for many reasons, agree to take on a task that I would have no ability to fulfil and I told him as much. I simply cant orgasm under pressure and despite my exhibitionistic tendencies I've discovered the thrill for me is in the risk of being caught, not the actual watching. After a long discussion, A relented and redesigned the task.
My task instead, still involved a trigger word. This time whenever I heard the trigger word I would have 5 minutes to take aside one of the play group, kiss her passionately and molest her further if I pleased. This task I agreed to. A assigned my key word this morning. Master.
A rather clever assigned word, as Miss V and M (who you may remember from earlier posts and rewards) share a Master and they only ever refer to him as Master. So whenever they mentioned him, I had 5 minutes to molest someone. This was a little tricky as a large part of the day was spent shopping. I had to slip into Miss V's change room at one point and have my way with her. It was also spoken twice in a convenience store whilst buying drinks, after which I pounced on both Miss V and Michelle once we were back in the car. Lucky for me the recipients of my attentions were only too happy to comply and by the end of the night they were returning the favour (which to them would have been completely random as I was not allowed to let them know about my task) so it was a reward in itself! I just love kissing. What a crazy way to spend a day.
I still keep checking my watch any time the word Master is spoken. Wonder if that'll wear off...
Today my task was dictated to me, built around my situation for the day. As it happens I spent most of today amongst female playfriends, having a day of girly fun while the male partners were away on a boys day out. Last night A told me that my task would be that he would assign me a trigger word, and when that word was spoken by any of the women in the group, that I would have to strip naked and bring myself to orgasm in front of them. Well that is just not on. I could't possibly, for many reasons, agree to take on a task that I would have no ability to fulfil and I told him as much. I simply cant orgasm under pressure and despite my exhibitionistic tendencies I've discovered the thrill for me is in the risk of being caught, not the actual watching. After a long discussion, A relented and redesigned the task.
My task instead, still involved a trigger word. This time whenever I heard the trigger word I would have 5 minutes to take aside one of the play group, kiss her passionately and molest her further if I pleased. This task I agreed to. A assigned my key word this morning. Master.
A rather clever assigned word, as Miss V and M (who you may remember from earlier posts and rewards) share a Master and they only ever refer to him as Master. So whenever they mentioned him, I had 5 minutes to molest someone. This was a little tricky as a large part of the day was spent shopping. I had to slip into Miss V's change room at one point and have my way with her. It was also spoken twice in a convenience store whilst buying drinks, after which I pounced on both Miss V and Michelle once we were back in the car. Lucky for me the recipients of my attentions were only too happy to comply and by the end of the night they were returning the favour (which to them would have been completely random as I was not allowed to let them know about my task) so it was a reward in itself! I just love kissing. What a crazy way to spend a day.
I still keep checking my watch any time the word Master is spoken. Wonder if that'll wear off...
Week Seven - Friday - Daily Task
Day 54 - Friday
Today for my task, I decided to recount a fantasy. It's one I've been rolling around in my mind for some time. I had to wait until we were in bed and I turned out the lights because I was afraid I'd be embarrassed. I'll try to recount it here:
It starts in the lift of our apartment building. I'm in the lift, blindfolded and wearing a trenchcoat and heels. We reach the ground floor and A guides me to the car. He gets me to sit in the back seat, then he takes the drivers seat. Once the doors are closed he tells me to remove my trenchcoat and hand it to him. I am naked underneath. A starts the car and we drive for awhile with me naked in the backseat. I can hear traffic and I'm aware that people might see me and it makes my pussy heat up.
Eventually the car stops, I don't know where. A tells me to get out and when I do I know that I'm outdoors. I'm guided to walk a short distance and then into another vehicle. This vehicle is larger and more spacious, and I'm not the only one in it. There are two or three other people in the vehicle, probably female. They take delight in my naked body, running their hands over me and touching me, weighing my breasts and rubbing my thighs. The play doesn't escalate beyond that. The new car is in motion now and we're travelling I know not where.
This is where I trail off.... I haven't gotten much further with this fantasy. I invite A to pick up where I left off and he does.
This time when the car stops I'm told to get out and I think I'm indoors. My heels click on a concrete floor as I'm guided further along. I'm told to remove my blindfold, but I can't see anything - it is pitch dark. I hear a popping noise, then a blinding light comes on. I'm lit by a series of bright spotlights, but beyond them is darkness that I can't make out.
A instructs me to touch myself, and I masturbate within the spotlight. I can hear in the darkness beyond, the murmur of a crowd. I can't tell how many people, but they are here to be my audience and they are watching the show I put on. I have to continue, and I keep touching myself until I reach an intense orgasm. The lights go out suddenly and then I am led back to the car in the darkness. Once back in the car the blindfold is back on and I'm taken home. I never know who my audience was, and I wont know. I wont know if the person I see in the street, or at the corner store is someone who watched me touch myself, watched me orgasm. That is the end of the fantasy.
Today for my task, I decided to recount a fantasy. It's one I've been rolling around in my mind for some time. I had to wait until we were in bed and I turned out the lights because I was afraid I'd be embarrassed. I'll try to recount it here:
It starts in the lift of our apartment building. I'm in the lift, blindfolded and wearing a trenchcoat and heels. We reach the ground floor and A guides me to the car. He gets me to sit in the back seat, then he takes the drivers seat. Once the doors are closed he tells me to remove my trenchcoat and hand it to him. I am naked underneath. A starts the car and we drive for awhile with me naked in the backseat. I can hear traffic and I'm aware that people might see me and it makes my pussy heat up.
Eventually the car stops, I don't know where. A tells me to get out and when I do I know that I'm outdoors. I'm guided to walk a short distance and then into another vehicle. This vehicle is larger and more spacious, and I'm not the only one in it. There are two or three other people in the vehicle, probably female. They take delight in my naked body, running their hands over me and touching me, weighing my breasts and rubbing my thighs. The play doesn't escalate beyond that. The new car is in motion now and we're travelling I know not where.
This is where I trail off.... I haven't gotten much further with this fantasy. I invite A to pick up where I left off and he does.
This time when the car stops I'm told to get out and I think I'm indoors. My heels click on a concrete floor as I'm guided further along. I'm told to remove my blindfold, but I can't see anything - it is pitch dark. I hear a popping noise, then a blinding light comes on. I'm lit by a series of bright spotlights, but beyond them is darkness that I can't make out.
A instructs me to touch myself, and I masturbate within the spotlight. I can hear in the darkness beyond, the murmur of a crowd. I can't tell how many people, but they are here to be my audience and they are watching the show I put on. I have to continue, and I keep touching myself until I reach an intense orgasm. The lights go out suddenly and then I am led back to the car in the darkness. Once back in the car the blindfold is back on and I'm taken home. I never know who my audience was, and I wont know. I wont know if the person I see in the street, or at the corner store is someone who watched me touch myself, watched me orgasm. That is the end of the fantasy.
Week Seven - Thursday - Daily Task
Day 53 - Thursday
Today's daily task I decided to be a bit daring. I was thinking of what to come up with at work, and I'd just finished typing up my previous days mischief - particularly Tuesday's daily task which made me very horny indeed. Rather than wasting an opportunity, I decided to use this desire to my advantage and headed home to rendezvous with A. When I saw A at home he was just about to leave for the gym. Oh dissappointment! That would spoil my plan! I divulged my thoughts and managed to convince him to delay his gym visit long enough to help me with my task.
My idea was to give A the opportunity to choose a public place, and then we would both go there and I would masturbate for him. My exhibitionist tendencies are becoming more and more apparent, no? So I changed into a long flowing skirt and got rid of my underwear and we went for a walk. I was very very aware of how wet I was as we walked, and the anticipation made it so much worse. I didn't know where we were headed, but followed A as we headed into a large park area near our apartment. We walked up and up a steep-ish rise until we were at the top of a hill overlooking the park area. There were quite a few joggers and people with dogs below. A sat down and directed me to sit about 3 metres away from him, down the hill. This threw me a little as I'd expected to be able to sit closer, but never mind!
I got comfortable, spread my legs and tucked my hand up my skirt. I was so wet by this time that I knew it wouldn't take me long. I am getting so turned on just remembering it. I touched myself slowly, watching A. Occasionally he would direct his eyeline off to the side, usually to signal to me if someone was coming closer, to warn me. As I kept masturbating I got bolder, spreading my legs further and slipping my skirt up so that A could see the movement of my fingers over my pussy. After a few interruptions where I had to cover my actions and act cool, I finally got to have my orgasm. I let my pleasure show and I know A saw it. Afterwards I got up and we headed back. It was a very good orgasm.
Today's daily task I decided to be a bit daring. I was thinking of what to come up with at work, and I'd just finished typing up my previous days mischief - particularly Tuesday's daily task which made me very horny indeed. Rather than wasting an opportunity, I decided to use this desire to my advantage and headed home to rendezvous with A. When I saw A at home he was just about to leave for the gym. Oh dissappointment! That would spoil my plan! I divulged my thoughts and managed to convince him to delay his gym visit long enough to help me with my task.
My idea was to give A the opportunity to choose a public place, and then we would both go there and I would masturbate for him. My exhibitionist tendencies are becoming more and more apparent, no? So I changed into a long flowing skirt and got rid of my underwear and we went for a walk. I was very very aware of how wet I was as we walked, and the anticipation made it so much worse. I didn't know where we were headed, but followed A as we headed into a large park area near our apartment. We walked up and up a steep-ish rise until we were at the top of a hill overlooking the park area. There were quite a few joggers and people with dogs below. A sat down and directed me to sit about 3 metres away from him, down the hill. This threw me a little as I'd expected to be able to sit closer, but never mind!
I got comfortable, spread my legs and tucked my hand up my skirt. I was so wet by this time that I knew it wouldn't take me long. I am getting so turned on just remembering it. I touched myself slowly, watching A. Occasionally he would direct his eyeline off to the side, usually to signal to me if someone was coming closer, to warn me. As I kept masturbating I got bolder, spreading my legs further and slipping my skirt up so that A could see the movement of my fingers over my pussy. After a few interruptions where I had to cover my actions and act cool, I finally got to have my orgasm. I let my pleasure show and I know A saw it. Afterwards I got up and we headed back. It was a very good orgasm.
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