Decision Tree Ð Chapter 05 By Tappy McWidestance
Two days later and I was wet all day in anticipation of my next session with Sir James. Part of my excitement was my usual arousal from his complete mastery of my mind. But part was because I failed to control myself two nights ago after my spanking and masturbated to completion without his permission. I confessed to him in an email the next morning. He had not replied, but I knew he would punish me again. I was hopeful that meant another paddling. But, as usual, Sir had other plans.
I received his email while I was on my way home from the office. He wanted me to put the small butt plug up my ass as soon as I got home. At least he said I could use some lube. He was specific that I should do it before John left for work. I was also to stop him from leaving and give him a blowjob by the front door. I was not to take no for an answer even if he said he was running late or gave me any grief about needing to leave. Sir was also specific that I should take the first spurt in my mouth and then pull back and let him finish on my face. John loved doing that but I usually didn't let him. Tonight I would do as I was told. I was also instructed to send a picture of my glazed face, not to wipe it off and to be online at midnight. That meant I would have at least three hours to sit in anticipation with cum drying on my face. I felt nasty just reading the instructions.
John was home waiting for me when I got there. I hurriedly made an excuse of needing to go to the bathroom and discretely grabbed the plug and lube. I had been waiting to try the plug since I bought it. I had done a little Internet research on the best way to do anal and pushing like I had to take a shit really worked to ease the tiny plug in. I was surprised it wasn't that bad. Then again, it was the small one. I made sure to wipe off any excess lube so it wouldn't soak through the sweat pants I put on. Later I would put on my sub clothes, but I wanted John to believe I didn't have plans for the night. After I put on my pants I reached around to feel the plug. I could definitely feel the outline of the base so I made a mental note not to let John touch my butt.
I was about two hours until John would leave for the club and the clock seemed to move in slow motion. If one of the purposes of the plug was to keep me thinking about sex, it worked. I started anticipating my good night blowjob I was ordered to give and wished I didn't have to wait so long to begin. I also thought back to wearing the balls at the mall. Sir had not let me wear them again since that day and I missed them. If John had been talking to me I wasn't paying attention. The need in my body was growing and I was focused on that.
You probably are not surprised to hear that John offered no resistance when I stopped him at the door. Usually I just gave him a passionate hug. This time I dropped to my knees. He didn't mind. I also didn't mind blowing a big load on my face. He zipped up, said "thank you hun," and was on his way to work. I was on my way to the bedroom to strip off my pants and masturbate. I almost forgot to snap the selfie because I was too focused on touching myself. I was tough, but I was a good girl and stopped before I came. I was already in trouble for cumming without permission and I didn't need two infractions. Sir might just find me unworthy if I kept screwing up. I felt the cum drying on my face as I lay there. I don't like getting facials and I definitely don't like not washing immediately after the rare occasions I let John blast me. But that wasn't my decision any more so I just lay still in the darkness and let my mind wander. My full ass kept my thoughts sexual. I had a couple hours to kill and the anticipation was delicious.
Tonight's session with James was short and didn't really go as I had hoped. He had me expose myself on cam again leaning over my chair to show that I was wearing the plug as ordered. He then had me sit facing the camera, again with my legs spread and feet on the table. He didn't let me touch my pussy though. He had me wiggle the plug and pinch my nipples. Needless to say I was begging to cum in short order knowing a few well-placed strokes of my clit would get me off. But he wouldn't let me. He then told me to stop and pull out the plug. I was afraid he would want me to lick it. I'd seen women go ass-to-mouth in videos and I was pretty sure I didn't want to do that. Fortunately he didn't ask. He did tell me to get the medium plug. I quickly went to the bedroom to retrieve it. I also gave the small plug a quick wash, just in case.
He told me my punishment for cumming without permission was I wasn't going to cum again. For a while. At least a week, in fact. The look of disappointment on my face was evident, a fact he pointed out as pleasing to him. He then had me grease up the medium plug. This one did not go in as easily as the little one. It hurt. There was no way around it. As it stretched my ass I grunted and fought it. He kept telling me to relax and "take it," but I struggled. I'm sure he liked seeing the stress on my face. I felt like I was being torn apart, but finally I dilated enough to get the widest point in and my ass snapped shut around it. Immediately I felt fuller than I ever had felt before. I also thought about how much the large plug would hurt. I was sure that plug was part of his plan, but I couldn't imagine taking it. Fortunately that task was not for tonight.
I was instructed to wear the plug the rest of the night and not to touch my pussy. I could spank myself, touch the plug and pinch my nipples. But my pussy and clit were off limits. I was also forbidden to fuck John for a week because Sir knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if I got his cock in me. I knew he was right. I would never be able to hold back. I was allowed to suck him off as necessary to keep him happy. He also told me he would have instructions for me in the morning to prepare for another session Saturday night.
That was a surprise. We typically don't chat on Saturday night. This would be the fourth session in five days. I was ecstatic. I was also scared that I wouldn't be able to control myself so after I got in bed, I got the cuffs I had bought and a carabineer to cuff my hands behind my back. It was uncomfortable and my sleep was restless, but at least it prevented me from masturbating. I set the alarm for 5am so I could slip off the cuffs before John came home. The urge to play with myself had passed and thankfully he was too tired to want sex. I stayed in the bed until he fell asleep and then got up to remove the plug and to shower. I wasn't sure if I should reinsert the plug after my shower so I snuck through the bedroom and out to my computer to see if I had new instructions. I did and they involved leaving the house again.
"Dress in a short skirt, panties, a silk blouse and heels. No bra or stockings. Put in your balls before you leave. Walk to your neighborhood food store and buy a large ginger root. You can take the balls out when you get home and dress how you want until tonight."
The instructions were simple, direct and made to excite me given that the nearest place I could get ginger root was just over a mile away. I had to be sure not to pick too extreme of a heel for that walk. The definition of a short skirt was a little nebulous, but I assumed it meant a couple inches above the knee. I picked one a little shorter than I ever wore to the office. My nipples were already hard before I slipped the blouse over them. I loved the way silk felt on my skin. It always made me feel sexy. The fact that I was dressing this way on command only heightened the feeling. I carefully slipped in the Ben Wa balls and headed out into the early morning.
I had to walk slower because of the balls. They were doing their job moving inside of me and stimulating me in random and pleasurable ways. I can walk in heels pretty well, but I had to slow down just a bit to keep my simmering pussy in check. It took about 15 minutes to get to the market. All I could think about was going into the bathroom and getting myself off. I had to stand outside for a couple of minutes to calm my nerves so I could complete my task. I felt a little weird only buying a single ginger root. I get a lot of produce here so the clerks know me. I thought about buying a few other things I needed, but I didn't want to carry them home. So it was just the single root and I was heading back to my apartment.
My arousal built with every step plus the anticipation of why Sir had me buy ginger. The day crawled by and time seemed to stand still while I waited until I could talk to him. John wasn't feeling well and actually mentioned taking the night off to rest. I had to put a stop to that notion. I mothered him a bit during the day to help him feel better. I even sucked him off to help him take a nap in the late afternoon. I tried not to be too obvious that I didn't want him around that night. Fortunately the mix of drugs and sleep did the trick and he was out the door on schedule. I quickly stripped down, grabbed the ginger and got online. As always, Sir was right on time. Unfortunately for me, his tone was not playful. He was serious about punishing me for failing to control myself.
His instructions were direct, formal and curt. First he had me rub my pussy and then finger fuck myself for a few minutes. This was great and I loved exposing myself to his gaze. He then had me push one of my pussy juice soaked fingers into my ass. That was pretty good too, although I would have preferred that he let me use lube. In fact I have been learning that anal stimulation can be quite good. I was worried a bit that he intended me to use the large butt plug. I wasn't ready for that, although I would not have been against using the medium one again. As it turned out, I would have been better off jamming the large one in. If you have ever heard of figging, you know why. Alas I didn't know what I was about to experience, so I didn't think much of it.
After I was greased up Sir explained that I was to go to my kitchen, grab a sharp knife, and cut the ginger in half. I was then to wrap half in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator. The other half was to be carved into the shape of a butt plug. I was allowed to choose how large, but James instructed that it shouldn't be as small as the little one from my kit. It had to be large enough to stay in without being held. I was then to wash the ginger in cold water.
I used the medium plug as a model, although I made my ginger plug a little smaller. It was obvious the root was going up my ass and I assumed it wouldn't slide in as easily as the rubber plug so I figured just a bit smaller than the largest one I had used would work well. I'm not a great carver of food so the edges were a little rough, but within ten minutes I had trimmed the ginger down to have a narrow head, a wider base and then back to a narrow stalk. The base area I left rough. I figured it didn't have to stand up on display so I didn't worry about making the bottom pretty. I returned to my webcam to show Sir my creation. He was pleased. He then ordered me to get my cuffs from my secret stash of toys and four strands of rope.
I don't think I told you before, but Sir had me practicing my knot typing skill lately. Other than making a rope cuff on my left wrist, I had not tied myself, but I was getting better at tying the knots I new I would be using eventually. But tonight was not the night for that. He did have me tie four rope cuffs around the arms and legs of my chair. He then had me affix my carabineers to the rope and put on my cuffs. It was obvious to me that he was going to have me bind myself to the chair. That was fine with me. I loved wearing the leather cuffs and the submissive feeling they gave me. We were almost ready to begin.
Sir warned me that my punishment would last for half an hour. He then had me reconfess my sin (cumming without permission) to make sure I understood why he was punishing me. My final prep was to run the ginger under cold water again. Once completed, we were really ready to begin. As I expected, he ordered me to insert the ginger plug that I had created. But first I was to bite off the tip and rub the newly exposed end over my nipples. I was then to immediately rub it over my clit and finally insert it in my rectum. He warned me to do it as fast as I could and then to clip my ankles and wrists into the carabineers and immobilize myself. As I was following his orders, he told me he would monitor my progress, but he may not communicate with me for an hour. He said he was with his real life sub and he would keep the video feed open and the sound on, but he would be occupied. I wondered if he was punishing her the same way he was punishing me. That thought was kind of exciting. The ginger plug slid into my ass easier than I expected. I guess it is naturally slippery (the cold water probably helped) and I found I didn't need more lube. As I slipped my right wrist cuff's D-ring into the carabineer tied onto the arm of the chair, I pictured him doing the same to another woman and I gushed a little. Then the pain began and I didn't think good thoughts any more.
I suppose I should have researched the effects of ginger before I started. The pain from the oils in my ass was intense. It was like the hottest pepper you have ever eaten being jammed up your butt instead of in your mouth. However, that same irritant when put on your clit has a wholly different affect. It might be hard to believe, but that was turning me on even more. The oils on my nipples had a similar affect. It burned a little, but mostly in made the nerve endings in my hard nubs begin to fire in a most pleasurable way. The blaze in my ass had me involuntarily rocking in the chair. This wasn't smart because it kept moving the plug and exposing new nerve endings to the ginger. But I couldn't help myself. The fires in my clit made me want to uncuff myself and furiously rub myself to orgasm. The simple root quickly reduced me to a quivering mess. I was praying that James was watching me and not just playing with his other sub. Although he never responded, I told him plenty about what I was experiencing. I'm sure I wasn't the first woman he had brought to this state, but I wanted him to understand what was happening to me.
He didn't respond when I said I was going to unclip myself and masturbate. It was a semi-idle threat, as I hadn't quite reached the point where I couldn't hold back. It had been about 10 minutes and he told me the ginger effect shouldn't last more than half an hour. My ass was still burning, but I told myself I could endure it. After twenty minutes I was reaching the point where I had to cum or lose my sanity. I was also tired of having the uncomfortable root up my backside. I thought I had a high threshold of pain, but I had reached it. When I told James I was unhooking myself, he surprised me by responding.
"You can pull out the plug, but then you have to clip off the top to expose a new piece. Then rub your clit and nipples again. I will send you a link of a video to watch. Cuff yourself back to the chair after you click the link. When the video is over, I will instruct you how to get yourself off."
His instructions seemed simple enough. That worried me. I unclipped the cuffs and hurried to the kitchen. Although I didn't have permission, I took a washcloth and wiped around my anus after I had pulled the ginger plug out. Again, research would have been a good thing because I would have known that wouldn't help relieve the pain. I washed the plug and clipped off the end. I knew rubbing the ginger on my clit and nipples would have an almost aphrodisiac effect compared to putting it in my ass. That wasn't a problem. I actually was looking forward to that. But I also knew James intended to not left me relieve myself for a while. I wasn't looking forward to that. Based on my experience of the last twenty minutes, I didn't think I would last too long with the pleasure sensations not being balanced out by the pain. I guess I was lucky my ass still hurt from its violation.
Back to my chair I went. As promised there was a message with a link. I quickly and generously applied the ginger as proscribed. My already sensitive points were overjoyed at being touched. Then so I couldn't back down, I clicked the link and cuffed myself to the chair. I figured maybe the video would be of Sir dominating his real life slave. I was hoping whatever it was it was short so I could get off quicker. Alas it was neither. It was called Submissive MILF Job Interview. I've watched enough porn to know not to expect much of a story, but this was the first lesbian BDSM video I had ever seen. Looking at the corner of the video player I saw it video was over 45 minutes long. I probably wouldn't have cared except for the burning need emanating from my pussy.
As I said, the story was dumb. An older, but still very attractive and busty woman was being interviewed for a job by a younger, but equally beautiful and busty woman. I'm pretty sure just about every HR rule for job interviewing was broken, but the MILF ended up squatting on a huge dildo suctioned cupped to the interviewer's desk to prove how much she wanted the job and that she "would do anything" to work there. Of course from there the scene move to the younger woman dominating the older one.
Maybe it was the ginger on my clit. Maybe it was the fact that I was restrained. Maybe I liked watching girls fuck more than I knew. But I was getting seriously aroused watching the young girl fuck the older woman up the ass with a strap-on. I knew I could release myself and end my torment with a delicious orgasm, but I trusted Sir James to give me an even greater pleasure if I could make it though the entire video without losing control. Thank God he didn't have me stick my vibrator in my pussy before we began. I never would have made it. James must have known that because as I look back on all the tasks he had given me, none were too much for me to accomplish. Well, all the tasks except not cumming without permission, which is why I was in this predicament in the first place.
Although it was a struggle, I felt like I was winning. It was now a half an hour since I had first plugged myself and the pain in my ass had subsided. While that was good, the downside was I had no balance to the simulation of my clit and nipples. I did the math quickly in my head. If the affects last about 30 minutes, the additional ginger I reapplied would run its course about the time this video ended. James was playing my body like a fine instrument. I can do this. I don't need to cum, I kept telling myself. I will not give in to my animal needs and fail him again.
It was a good plan until the first part of the interview was over. The sub MILF was on the floor with a look of satisfied lust on her face while her superior and new boss stood over her. I could picture myself in that position and I knew I would be dreaming of being in her place when I went to bed tonight. But looking at the clock, I knew the scene was just half over. When the interviewer said she had to go get the owner of the company to continue the interview, I could guess what was about to happen.
I've never fucked a guy with a porn star sized dick, but my pussy was absolutely drooling when the stunt cock walked into the scene. He was tall, handsome, muscular and hung like a horse. I was now sure Sir picked this scene as a test of my ability to control my lust. That was going to be difficult.
The MILF soon had her mouth full of hard cock, something I enjoy immensely. He was too big though and she struggled to take him down her throat. That was something I had never experienced but now wanted to try. Of course over the next twenty minutes the pair of Doms put the woman through her paces. He would fuck her while she ate out the other woman. Both spanked her some more. She would suck her juices off his cock. The younger girl fucked him for a while making the MILF watch and finally for the finally, the younger girl put the strap on back on and had the MILF mount up to ride her.
I adore riding a cock cowgirl and the two of them with their big fake breasts slapping into each other and the look of lust on their perfect faces was driving me insane. I was struggling to complete my task and not touch myself. When the owner got behind the MILF and rammed his cock up her ass giving her a double penetration (I still don't understand how he fit) I wanted so much to be her. I could only imagine having a job where my superiors in the company were not just my boss, but also my masters.
The ginger was working its magic on my clit, and the visuals and audio from the video was working on my brain. As much as I loved every second of the video, I was also praying time would speed up and it would finish. My cunt was leaking its slut juice on my thighs and my nipples felt like they were going to explode. I thrashed about in my chair, not specifically to relieve my cravings, but in frustration at being made to wait for satisfaction. I knew I could just unclip my hand and get myself off, but I wanted to prove to James I could follow his directions and his rules. Fortunately another 20 minutes after I had reapplied the ginger to my nipples and clit, the torturous effects started to wane. By the 30 minute mark, my lust was just fueled by my brain and the fleeting moments of the video. That's not to say I wasn't any less aroused or in need of orgasm. Just watching the video would have been exciting. But the intense ginger had run its course. (At the time I wasn't thinking that I had half the root bagged in the fridge in case he wanted to use it again.)
Finally the video ended and I cautiously unhooked my wrists and ankles making sure not to accidentally touch my clit. I'd made it this far. I didn't want to touch myself, even casually, and risk climaxing. When you are as aroused as James had made me that night, you have weird thoughts. Before he took me as his cyber sub I would have never imagined being in a state where I was worried that a mere tap on my clit would cause me to climax. But there I was worrying that even shifting my weight would cause me legs to move and somehow put too much pressure on my clit.
I sat still and took several deep breaths before sending him a message. He replied with a Skype call. I could hear his sub being fucked. She was moaning loudly. He told me she was riding his cock in a reverse cowgirl. He said I could cum after she did, but I had to start rubbing my clit. I didn't know what she looked like, but I could picture her bouncing up and down on his rigid cock as he sat at his desk tormenting me. I knew they could see me and my only hope of not climaxing before she did was that my video would turn her on. I knew that he wouldn't cum first. He had too much self-control for that. I tried to fake that I was touching myself, but he was too smart for that.
"I can see you are faking in slut," he announced. "Your arm movement isn't right and I know you would be noisy and struggling not to cum."
Sir never failed to amaze me at how well he knew me. I was probably going to lose this task, I figured. That was probably why he had me save half the ginger. I threw my head back and moaned as my finger began to strum my clit.
Maybe it was the look of lust on my face or maybe he had been teasing her longer than he had been teasing me, but I was overjoyed to hear her say "Please Master may I cum?" I was even happier to hear him tell her yes. I continued to fight my own urge to cum until he calmed down and her shrieks had subsided. I then asked him the same question. "Please Master may I cum?" It was the first time I had called him Master. He had always told me before to call him Sir or Sir James because Sir denoted respect. He taught me that Master meant commitment. We had never discussed how our online relationship would develop beyond our playtime. At first he didn't respond making me think I had overstepped my bounds. But then he replied, "Cum for us now, slave." And came I did.
As has become commonplace with Master James, superlatives don't exist to describe how hard he made me cum. I know the neighbors heard me. I'm guessing the whole building heard me as I screamed in release. I felt my pussy gush on my hand as I continued to work it with my fingers. My eyes were out of focus as my body thrashed with wave after wave of orgasm. I rode the fireworks for at least a minute until I final began to calm and for another minute of aftershocks until I could finally focus on the screen. I heard his sub laughing. I missed the joke and I hoped it wasn't me.
Master James told me he was proud of me. He said he would be sending me a link for a new toy I was to buy as my reward. He then abruptly ended the chat session. I quickly felt alone. But then, moments later an email from him arrived. It had two things. One was the link to the toy he wanted me to buy. I quickly clicked on the link and was presented with a webpage selling a Bluetooth controlled vibrator. I read the advertisement quickly. The vibe was a butterfly design and it had elastic bands to secure the vibe around a woman's waist. I rather liked the idea of the hands free design. Much like the Ben Wa balls he had me wear, I could use the butterfly under clothing. In my post orgasmic haze, that sounded like a good plan. As I read on I realized why he really wanted me to buy it. The vibe was controlled by a smart phone app. I could picture myself walking around the mall pretending to be using my phone and secretly buzzing myself. Technology is certainly wonderful. Then I read the next chapter where it promised that the device control could be given to someone else via the app. Now I understood his interest. Walking through the mall with the balls was torture enough. I struggled to breath thinking about him actively controlling the vibe as I made my trek. It was a little expensive, but I didn't care. Free two day shipping helped cushion the blow.
The other thing he sent me was a cropped picture of two beautifully formed, perfectly symmetrical breasts. I'm guessing they belonged to his other slave. They were not huge, but they were stunning. Their nipples were also pierced with bars sticking through them. I assumed that was a hint about what was in my future. It was also what I fell asleep thinking about that night.