Decision Tree Ð Chapter 03 By Tappy McWidestance
Each week Sir James took me further down the rabbit hole. I was now edging myself every day at lunch in my office or as soon as was practical if I had a lunch meeting. Some days this meant in the bathroom of a restaurant. I felt like a wicked slut at the office. I would be dressed in my perfectly professional attire but underneath I would have some sexy lingerie and my panties were damp most of the day.
We graduated from chats to phone sex. His phone number traced back to Denver but he told me he uses a Google Voice number so not to assume he was actually in the mile high city. He also was obviously using some kind of voice manipulation software on his computer because his voice sounded computerized and the pitch and timbre were not natural. He didn't deny that saying he just needed to remain anonymous. I took that to mean he was married, but I didn't really care. While his voice didn't have the deep, husky tones I might have preferred, having him in my ear giving me masturbation instruction and instant feedback was amazing. Having him hear my moans of passion as I edged and struggled not to cum never failed to arouse me even further.
Soon came another standing order. I was never to cum without permission. I had that one for a while. But now I wasn't allowed to cum when he couldn't hear me. Mostly that meant being on the phone with him. But on occasion when I begged during the week, if I had been good, he game me permission to orgasm as long as I left him a voicemail during the moment I exploded. He told me that the voicemail-to-email translations were hilarious. Apparently the Google algorithms can't handle my passion.
It wasn't long before we supplemented our phone sex with cam sex. Any hope that I could remain anonymous myself was long gone as I happily shared my webcam with him. His video feed returned a cartoon picture of Mickey Mouse. The bastard. I didn't care what he looked like I just wanted the feedback. But if having him watch was the price I had to pay for my orgasm, it was a small fee indeed. Needless to say, I was very comfortable with Sir James as my Dom. But when a new toy popped up on my wish list, to say I was apprehensive was an understatement.
Have you ever used Kegal balls, a.k.a. Ben Wa balls? You know, the little chrome or stainless steel balls about an inch in diameter that a woman slides into her pussy. I didn't know much about them until I was ordered to buy a set. Then some quick research both excited and scared me. Excited because anything designed to drive a woman crazy sexually was a good thing in my book. Scared because they are designed to be worn discretely and I assumed he didn't intend for me just to wear them around the house. A side benefit was I was given the task to first wear them on a Tuesday night. The bad news was John wasn't working that night.
I told him I had to go to the mall (true) to buy some shoes (also true) but I didn't quite fill in the blanks that I was to dress in my usual business skirt, stockings and heels while doing it. I also didn't tell him I was instructed to wear the balls while I walk around the entire mall window shopping until I was good and worked up and then let the clerk at the shoe store look up my skirt. I was also to wear white cotton panties so the clerk could see how wet I became. Unfortunately I had no doubt that James' prediction about that would be correct.
I hoped John wouldn't want to go to the mall as that was probably one of his least favorite activities, but he said we had not been spending enough time together and added that maybe we could go to a movie when I was done shopping. I guess the mind blowing sex I was giving him every Saturday morning after James worked me up Friday night and the daily blowjobs were not enough for him. But I digress. I couldn't think of a good reason why he should not come with so off we went. I had the balls in my purse. I figured I would duck into a bathroom when I got there, give myself a quick rub to get wet and then put them in. As it turns out, I didn't need the rub. I was plenty wet and they slide in easily. I snugged my panties up tight against my pussy to make sure the balls didn't fall out. I wasn't sure how much muscle effort it would take to hold them so I wanted to avoid as much embarrassment as possible.
It turns out, I was able to hold them in pretty easily, but they also did their job and drove me crazy. If John wasn't with me I would have definitely called James and begged for permission to make myself cum. I wouldn't have cared who saw me either. But I had to keep my secret from John. Every step I took made the balls move ever so slightly and hit a different nerve-ending deep inside of me. I couple of times I had to stifle a moan. I started to wonder if I was going to be able to hold back an orgasm without even touching myself. We had completed about half a lap around the mall stopping to look in the windows. At least that is why John thought we were stopping. Really it was to let me catch my breath. Part of me wanted to hurry around the rest of the circuit and get to the shoe store so this terrible game would end. But fortunately I still had a few rational thoughts left because if I walked any faster, that would probably have been the end of me. No, I needed to continue my slow, methodical pace with stops every ten or twelve feet. My face felt flush. I considered taking another selfie for James but couldn't figure out how to explain it to John.
Eventually we made it around the mall and back to the shoe store near where we started our journey. Sir was right to put me in cotton panties. Especially if his plan was to have me flash someone and show how I had soaked them. The poor clerk probably wouldn't believe I had not pissed myself as wet as I was between my thighs. As I browsed the store I tried to decide whether I wanted an older guy or a younger kid to help me. I would have picked a woman but James had made it clear I was to flash a man.
The shoe store I picked was an upscale one. It had to be because the rest of the stores were self-service. But I needed one where they actually still helped the customer. I looked at a number of shoes with John, asking his opinion and trying to make it look like I really wanted a pair of work shoes. But my mind was on sex so I kept picking shoes more suitable to a night on the town or a night of submissive sex. There were three clerks in the store and two of them were women. One was quite attractive and I could tell John was hoping I would let her help me. She was showing some cleavage and I assumed he thought he could get some free peeks when she knelt down to help me. I didn't mind him looking, but choosing her wasn't going to help me achieve my task. I had to wait until the guy was available. I wouldn't say he was bad looking, but all I could think about was Married with Children and Al Bundy working in a woman's shoe store. I showed him a few pairs that had caught my eye. He had me sit down so he could measure my feet. From the moment he took my stocking covered foot in his hand, I understood why he worked in this store.
His touch was quite gentle. He cradled my foot and I could feel him lightly squeezing it as if he wanted to caress it, but knew that wasn't appropriate. He was looking intently at my foot and not as anticipated, up my skirt. He lightly put my foot into the Brannock device to measure it, although I bet he knew exactly what my shoe size was just from holding it. He never broke his intentional stare at my feet. I gave him a little wiggle of my toes. If I couldn't tease him with my panties, at least I could give him a little thrill with my toes.
I noticed him smiling as he got up to get the shoes I requested. I stood up as well. I felt awkward standing without wearing my heels. John was oblivious to the game being played in front of him. When the clerk returned with three boxes of shoes I sat back down, but not before lifting my skirt in the back so my butt was sitting directly on the chair. I did this for two reasons. First, when I crossed my legs it exposed quite a bit of thigh. The clerk may have been a foot-man, but perhaps if I subtly showed him some skin, perhaps he would be interested. Second, and this was me just having a bit of fun, I knew I would leave a wet spot on the leather. Even if this guy didn't notice me flirting with him, somebody would eventually find the evidence of my wet pussy.
The guy knelt down in front of me and pulled the first shoe out of the box. He looked up at me. I think he was waiting for me to uncross my legs. But I was waiting for him to take my foot in his hand again. I wiggled my toes to give him a hint. He smiled again and softly took my foot and helped me uncross my legs. I felt like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct as there was no way he couldn't help but look up my skirt this time. Whether he enjoyed it or not, I did. I felt my pussy gush a little more into my panties.
He lowered my foot, spreading my legs more in the process, at slid it into the shoe. I give him credit, he knew how to measure my feet because the size was perfect. That almost never happened when I tried on shoes myself. After he put on the other shoe I stood up and discretely smoothed my skirt out. I walked across the aisle and did a pirouette in front of a mirror the store had set up. The salesguy was still kneeling on the floor. John was standing behind the chair where I was thankful he couldn't see how much I had been exposing myself. I solicited John's opinion of the shoes, but both men responded affirmatively. Of course they did. I knew my legs were great, especially in stockings, and showing them off in fuck me heels was never going to get a bad reaction. I pretended not to be sure so I could try on the other two pairs.
The fitting process repeated itself two more times. I lifted my skirt again to give a better view and the salesman took that as an invitation to rub my calf as he was fitting the second shoe. I certainly didn't mind. He did it a second time on the third shoe and I nodded at him. If John wasn't there I would have let him slide his hand higher. Heck I would have let him finger me. I was a hot mess by the time we left the store. I had to get off. Walking toward the mall entrance I spotted a sign for the bathrooms. I told John I needed to pee and pulled him down the hallway. I think he was just happy to be headed home after that. I went into the lady's room. Fortunately it was empty. I went into the handicapped stall and removed my panties. I'd never worn anything so soaked before. I didn't bother tucking them into my purse. I didn't want to get anything I was carrying wet. Then I pulled the infuriating balls out. Those I licked clean and then dropped them into my purse. I also pulled out my phone. I knew it would only take a minute for two for me to get myself off. I intended on leaving Sir James a message, but he surprised me and picked up. I was startled, but happy. Unfortunately I assumed that meant I wasn't going to get permission to cum right away. I pictured him teasing me and having to fight the urge to cum. I was about half right. He did let me jill myself and within about a minute and a half I was begging to be allowed to cum. I was also right that he didn't give me permission right away. But when he outright told me to stop, that caught me by surprise.
"Go back and grab your husband," he told me. "Bring him into the bathroom, bend over the sink like an obedient sub and have him fuck you. Leave the call connected so I can hear. You'll cum first, but keep rutting that whore pussy of yours on his cock until he shoots. Don't clean up. Ride home with his cum leaking out of you."
As usual there was no room for discussion about his command. Also as usual, I was in no emotional state to resist. I simply said, "Yes sir," and stood up smoothing my skirt in the process. I also pulled my headset out of my purse and put it in my ear. I couldn't just hold my phone in front of my face. Fortunately James had not commanded me to Skype with him. John was waiting patiently outside the bathroom. I imagine I looked guilty as sin as I approached him. I said a prayer of thanks when I noticed a family bathroom between the men's and woman's room. I reached out and grabbed his belt right above his cock and tugged him toward the family bathroom.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Shut up," I told him. "Having the clerk's hands on my feet and calf got me all horny," I sort of truthfully told him. "We're going to fuck."
I'm sure he was confused and probably didn't like me telling him that another man got me horny enough to fuck at the mall, but he's a guy and he'll get over it. Especially since as soon as we were inside I locked the door and dropped to my knees.
I know I have told you how much I have been sucking his cock lately. What I didn't tell you is that I have gotten very good at it. Not that I was ever bad, but John has been opening up more lately about what he likes and I have been sure to give it to him. Our location appeared to inspire him as well because he was rock hard in record time and as much as I enjoy having him in my mouth, that isn't where I wanted him at that moment. I popped his cock out of my mouth, spun around, lifted my skirt and bent over the sink. It was exactly the position Sir wanted me to take. I made sure he knew it too exclaiming to John, but really to my far away Dom, "I'm bent over the sink for you. Fuck me!" John didn't need to be told twice. I'm sure James was still listening, although he didn't say anything. He probably didn't realize I had switched to my headset and didn't want to be heard talking to me. That was a shame as it would have been a huge turn on to have him talk me through getting drilled like he did when I played with my vibrator for him. I tried to think of something to say that would let James know it was OK for him to speak but that wouldn't tip off John.
"Oh your cock feels so good," I told both my men. "I needed your cock so bad, baby," again really talking to both of them. I loved taking John's cock but I dreamed of someday fucking James in real life. Then it struck me. "Talk to me baby. Tell me what you want."
James probably had already done this with one of his previous cyber subs because he picked up on it right away.
"I will ask you yes/no questions, slut," he told me. "Say yes if you agree or just moan if you don't. Understand?"
I mostly moaned but it was a moaning yes. John was obviously pleased with himself because he gave me an extra firm thrust. My second throaty moan was a result of that not in response to James. But I think he understood. He began to talk dirty to me just like when we had phone sex.
"Reach between your legs and rub your clit you dirty whore," he cooed into my ear. I breathlessly replied, "Yes."
"Don't you dare cum yet by pet," he continued. I just moaned. I didn't think I could hold back.
"You'll be punished if you cum," he warned me. I moaned again.
"Oh yes you will you dirty nasty cunt."
It was the first time he had ever used the c-word with me. In my professional life I would have never stood for such behavior. But bent over the sink in a mall bathroom, I moaned, "Yesss."
"Today was just the beginning for your adventures outside the house. Your training will intensify as of now."
I didn't respond. I heard him but I was concentrating more on the cock slamming in and out of my pussy.
"This will not be the last time you are fucked somewhere other than your apartment. And it won't be your husband next time."
I moaned. John thirsted extra firmly again. I panted, "Yes." I wasn't sure if I was answering James or just nearing my peak and losing control.
"You are a nasty, dirty fuck toy put on Earth for my amusement."
Sir's words rang true through my brain. He continued his verbal assault on my mind while John continued his assault on my body and I rubbed my clit harder and harder. James knew I couldn't hold back much longer. He obviously wanted me to fail so he could punish me. Punish meÉ just the thought of what that meant was arousing. So far my punishments had just been edge play. While frustrating, it wasn't painful. I knew that wasn't what he was talking about now. My body began quaking. Soon I would earn his punishment. Then I felt John's cock swell.
As frequently happened, when I felt his first hot spurt of cum he blasted deep inside of me, my own orgasm triggered. I howled in pleasure and my pussy clamped down on his cock. I shuddered as volley after volley of hot cum splashed inside of me. I vaguely remember hearing "Good girl," in my right ear, but I was mostly focused on the fireworks shooting off in my body. I had the kind of orgasm I had experienced the first time I masturbated in the window. It was also the best one I had ever had with John. The obvious change was James in my ear and his task of wearing the balls while shopping.
I composed myself as best I could, but I still looked like I was rode hard and put away wet when we left the bathroom. I think John was surprised that I didn't use some toilet paper to at least blot up some of his cum leaking from my pussy. He didn't know that James had already told me not to bother. ÊAlthough he had told me earlier not to clean up, he added thatÊsuch a disgusting tramp as myself should enjoy walking through the mall with cum dripping down her legs. I couldn't correct him that we were near the mall entrance where we parked and I wasn't about to make another lap around the mall. It wasn't that I didn't think walking around the mall again wouldn't be fun. I mean, I would have hated it, but I bet in the end I would get turned on by it. But I couldn't think of a reason to give John. Plus he was quickly fading into his post orgasm coma.
The tops of my thighs were slick with juices comingling from both of us as we strode back up the hall and then over to the exit. I felt foul, but alive. I desperately wanted to put my hand under my skirt and scoop up a flavor treat. But that wasn't practical. James had hung up and I was on my own to wonder what kind of punishment he planned. Fortunately Friday was not long to wait.