On the Road Again

On the Road Again - Chapter Five By SubKaren92

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I woke up the next morning having received a text message from Victoria with a list of items to purchase and a list of instructions. It was clear she was serious about continuing my training. I remembered part of that was turning me into a nymphomaniac. Some of the items could be purchased locally, like a new laptop (so I didn't have to use my work laptop for NSFW fun), a big TV for the basement (I didn't understand that at first), some hardware for the basement (she said Home Depot was a great bondage store) and more toys. She suggested I get those online and gave me a list of websites that carried quality gear. Of course, my own Lovense remote vibrators, butt plugs and nipple clamps were on the list as well. I ordered those immediately with expedited shipping.

She didn't say it, but when I looked at the list in its entirety, it was clear she wanted me to turn my basement into some kind of dungeon or playroom. That was fine. On the rare occasion I had people over, we never used the basement so that could be my hidden oasis of depravity. Victoria also reiterated that she would not be interfering with my work schedule or activities, but I should invest in some quality lingerie I could wear under my work clothes so I would feel sexy and think of her. She might not have wanted to distract me at work, but if I was secretly dressing for her, I was going to be focused on her whenever I had a free moment.

"A gorgeous slut like you should always be ready for sex," she told me. I would be allowed a bra and panties at work, but the bra should be sheer and the panties a tiny thong. Outside of work I was to lose the thong. She said I should go commando on the way to the office and put on the thong when I got there. Similarly I should take it off before I leave. The only exception would be when Aunt Flo came to visit. I got a free pass when that happened. At home, I should strip naked when I get inside. I could keep a robe by the front door for emergencies and exceptions can be cleared in advance if I was having a guest. I read that as if Mistress sent the guest, I was to greet them at the door naked. I wondered what Susan would say if she stopped by unannounced and I was just wearing the robe again.

The idea of being naked at home all the time was exciting. I didn't think Victoria would train or play with me every night, but being prepared for that to happen at any time had appeal. She didn't say it, but I assumed I would be sleeping naked going forward. I also assumed I would need toys kept bedside if the mood struck her for a nighttime session. She also sent me a link to an online BDSM test. "Take this test," she told me, "so I can get a better sense of what you think you like. I also want you to read erotica on a variety of subjects to see what excites you. I will send you a list of stories later."

Since I'd already ordered the Lovense toys and was online shopping for other items, I clicked on the test link and quickly took the test. I wanted to send her the results quickly to show her I was still excited to serve her. You probably can guess most of the results.

99% - Submissive 99% - Non-monogamist 92% - Slave 90% - Exhibitionist 80% - Pet (this was a surprise) 80% - Degradee 70% - Masochist 62% - Voyeur 51% - Experimentalist 48% - Rope Bunny (not sure what that meant) 45% - Age Player (didn't specify older or younger) 35% - Primal (Prey) (thought that would be higher) 30% - Brat 25% - Switch (did part of me want to be dominant?) 20% - Vanilla (again thought that would be higher) 15% - Boy/Girl (was I done with real cock?)

I sent the results to Victoria and then I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt (no bra or panties) and headed out to Best Buy to look at laptops and TVs. I also figured I would swing by Victoria's Secret at the mall. I didn't usually shop there because of their prices, but since I was Mistress Victoria's secret slut, it felt only right that I would head there for some new lingerie.

It has been a long time since I shopped for a TV and I was amazed how the prices have dropped. I figured I didn't need a top of the line model. I was going to get a 50" TV, but I realized the 65" was just a little bit more. Then I realized the 75" was just a little bit more than that and the thought of seeing Victoria at almost life size had me reaching for my credit card.

I also found that laptops were much more affordable than I remembered. I talked to the sales guy and after telling him I wouldn't be playing games, at least not the kind he imagined, and mostly wanted to video conference for work, we settled on a mid-tier model. He also told me it could broadcast the screen to the TV I was buying. I figured I would have to physically plug in the TV, but "casting" as he called it sounded promising.

Once the TV was loaded in my car, I headed off to Victoria's Secret. I know you want me to tell you a story about how the beautiful sales girl snuck into the changing room and made me lick her pussy, but nothing out of the ordinary happened. In fact, I picked out five thongs and two bras without needing to go into the changing room. I also picked out a sheer nightie, I did try that on and the reflection in the mirror excited me. That inspired me to buy a couple additional sexy undergarments, although I didn't know who would see them, and a couple pairs of stockings. At the checkout I realized I spent more there than on the laptop. Damn. Serving Mistress Victoria was getting expensive.

When I got back home I realized I needed help moving the TV. Fortunately Susan and her boyfriend were home along with a friend of his. The boys were happy to help as my nipples were clearly visible and standing at attention under my shirt. Susan looked questioning again as my going braless was out of character. They didn't seem as happy when they realized we were carrying it downstairs. Both were stealing glances at my chest so I made a point of stretching my arm to point at the stairs and stretch my shirt across my chest "accidentally" tightening the material across my nipples. I'm sure both were imagining fucking me. Truthfully I was imagining that too.

Once they got it downstairs, we realized I didn't have a TV stand. Susan also questioned why I needed a TV down there, but I made up a story that I was going to build a home gym. Actually I think I said "so I can work out down here" which wasn't really a lie. It was decided to set up the ping pong table with one side up against the wall and the other side flat for the TV until I got a proper stand. When the friend mentioned the word ping pong I flashed back to Julie paddling me. Then I thought about being on my hands and knees with my head between Susan's legs while her boyfriend and his friend each took a cheek to spank. I could feel my juices starting to leak into my jeans.

I offered to buy them all lunch for their trouble, but they declined and went back next door. As soon as they left, I locked the front door and stripped off my clothes. Standing in the foyer, I jammed two fingers into my steaming pussy and started masturbating. It didn't take long for me to feel the pangs of orgasm building and I almost forgot I needed permission to go any further. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how I look at it, I remembered before I came and I stopped playing with myself. I quickly sent a text to Mistress Victoria hoping she would be pleased at my self control not to make myself cum. But again, no immediate response was received.

I went back downstairs and just stood there looking around for a few minutes trying to decide how to design the space. It was obvious I needed somewhere to sit and/or lay down. I'd said I was making a home gym so I needed to at least get some kind of exercise equipment as well. That wasn't a problem because I had been thinking about doing that anyway. I made a mental note to ask Victoria about what I should buy. I also needed some kind of locking cabinet for my toys and a charging area as I'd ordered three new battery powered vibes and already had one. Maybe I would keep the wand upstairs for bathtime. It was a strange conversation I had with myself. I also unboxed my laptop. It was surprisingly easy to set up the casting so it would play on my new giant TV. I'd never been a big porn watcher, but it seemed appropriate that I should "test" how my new laptop streamed. I had heard of the big free adult movie site, so I went there first. I was shocked how much variety was available. Of course I clicked on the lesbian category. After a few minutes of watching some vanilla pussy licking (not a bad thing) I discovered I could drill down (pun intended) on my search to find more kinky videos. A submissive woman being spanked by their Mistress soon was on the TV in living color and my fingers were again in my pussy. It was an amateur video so the production quality wasn't great, but it was real. I could tell they weren't faking anything.

Immediately I started getting juicy, but standing in my basement and masturbating seemed weird so I hit pause and went upstairs to grab one of my kitchen table chairs. It was lighter weight than my dining room chairs and fairly easy for me to carry downstairs. I set it in front of the TV close enough that almost my entire field of view would be the screen. Then I hit pause again to resume playing the video. God how I wanted to be the woman being spanked.

I had to stop masturbating several times to avoid climaxing. Fortunately the video ended while I still had some control. Whoever posted that video had a couple others, all in the same style and approximately the same content. I watched them all. After I started the last one, I moved the chair and got down on the cold concrete floor. I was on my hands and knees facing the screen. I had the ping pong paddle in my right hand and began to spank myself at the same speed as the Domme in the video was paddling her sub. That sub had her hands between her legs and was holding a Hitachi Wand against her pussy. I didn't want to stop and go upstairs to grab my wand, so I just put my head to the floor and put my left hand between my legs.

I couldn't see the TV very well with my face down and ass up, but I could listen to the spanks and hear the woman's moans and she neared orgasm. With the pain from the paddle warming my backside and shooting sparks of pleasure to my pussy, my fingering of my clit was very effective. Far too effective. This time as the woman in the video climaxed, so did I. I knew it was wrong, but that made it feel so good. The basement was quiet as I lay on the floor recovering. Once the video ended, there was no sound from the TV. The air conditioner wasn't running and I wasn't doing laundry, so all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. If you could hear shame from cumming without permission, I probably would have heard that too. I knew I had to confess my failure to my Mistress. I knew she would punish me. I could only hope it wouldn't be too bad.

I sent Victoria a text and told her what happened. In my mind, I was thinking maybe she would like that my spanking myself was the trigger for my orgasm. Probably not, but maybe if she was having a good day she would be lenient. That wasn't the case, although I didn't know just yet how harsh she would be.

Her response was typically short. "That's unfortunate," was the text message. She probably already knew how she would punish me, but she made me wait several minutes before sending another message. I was on pins and needles waiting. Actually sitting on pins and needles probably would have hurt less than what she actually instructed me to do. Again, I didn't know it yet, but her punishment was diabolical. At that moment, however, she just told me to get dressed. She didn't even tell me what to wear or why.

I put on a tight pair of jeans with no underwear, of course, and a cotton t-shirt with no bra. My nipples were just starting to soften after my climax, but I still felt like they were very noticeable. I picked the jeans because my pussy was still pulsing a bit, post orgasm. What can I say? I'm greedy and I wanted my pussy to rub against the denim to keep me aroused. I sent Victoria a picture to show I was ready. I figured if she wanted me to dress differently she would tell me. She just ordered me to go out to my local grocery store. Somehow that sounded ominous.

I texted Victoria when I pulled into the parking lot to find out what I should buy. She told me to rub my nipples and get them hard before going in. She also told me to buy two big ginger roots, some Icy Hot and nothing else. I didn't like the sound of that. I went inside with my nipples on full display through the thin material of my t-shirt. I started in the produce section. I didn't know how to pick the appropriate ginger root, so I just grabbed the two largest ones. The Icy Hot was easier as they just had one size. Checking out I felt like the man at the register knew both items were for kinky purposes. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I hurried out of the store and back to the car. When I texted Victoria that I was done, she replied to put Icy Hot on my nipples.

In retrospect, I should have asked what would happen before I lifted my shirt and rubbed a generous dollop on both nipples. I then pulled my shirt down and started driving home. By the time I pulled out of the lot, the ointment was starting to irritate my nipples. It wasn't so much heat, but intense pain. I quickly pulled over and texted Victoria again how much it hurt and how I could get relief. She replied that next time I shouldn't cum without permission. I wanted to Google what to do to stop the pain, but as I started clicking a wave of calm came over me telling me to just endure and be a good girl. It wasn't easy, but I made it home. By then the pain wasn't as intense, but my nipples were still irritated and hard as rocks. I messaged Victoria again asking if I could Skype her. She said "Yes."

I had not realized how red my face was until I saw myself on the camera. Victoria was obviously happy with the results. She told me to take the ginger to the kitchen and get a knife. She also reminded me to strip. I'd forgotten. Hopefully that didn't earn another punishment. She had me show her the ginger. She told me to put one in the refrigerator for later. She then had me cut the remaining piece in two. I set the phone on the counter so I could use both hands. I looked like a kinky chef. She had me take one piece and carve it into a makeshift butt plug. "Make sure it's big enough to stay in, but not too big that it will be tough for you to insert. You don't get lube for this."

A butt plug with no lube? Remind me not to cum without permission again. I was focused on that and not why she chose ginger for this task. That was a mistake. My carving skills were not great, but I finally had the ginger root in the general shape of a butt plug. I made sure it was narrow at its widest point. Then Victoria had me peel off the outer skin exposing the root itself. I would soon learn that the oil in the root made the Icy Hot seem like a walk in the park.

Victoria had me bend over the counter. She couldn't see my ass, but she saw my face and the discomfort I felt as I tried to work the root up my ass. That process also spread the ginger oil around the outside of my back hole. It started heating up just as I was finally working the plug all the way inside my ass. It was only in mild distress when I finished although I could feel my face flushing again. Victoria was smiling when she told me to cut the skin off the remaining part of the root. That was easy and didn't take long. My asshole was starting to get very warm by then. I was a bit relieved that she didn't tell me to carve a ginger dildo. When she told me to rub the ginger on my clit and nipples, however, that relief exited the building.

As I did, Victoria reminded me not to cum without permission. Yeah, with my ass of fire now, that was a lesson I had already learned. As my nipples and clit heated up to a pain level at least equal to, but probably exceeding the Icy Hot, she told me the oil didn't wash off. "You'll have to ride it out, my baby girl. I wouldn't recommend masturbating right now either." she told me. "It shouldn't be too bad in half an hour or 45 minutes."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "I'm sorry for cumming without permission."

"I bet you are," she snickered. Then the screen went blank as she hung up. So there I was, naked in the kitchen with my nipples, clit and ass on fire with no relief in sight. I thought about jumping in the shower, but I believed when she said that washing wouldn't give relief. Plus I didn't want to earn another punishment. I didn't know what could be worse than this, but I'm sure my Mistress did. I didn't want to risk that. I sat down in the living room and turned on the TV looking for some mindless reality show. I was trying not to think about sex for the next hour, but honestly, that wasn't possible. I couldn't concentrate on the screen as I was concentrating on the fire between my legs. Even in pain, I was aroused. Mistress' plan to turn me into a nymphomaniac was on schedule.

Mistress was correct that the burning started to fade about 40 minutes into the ordeal and was mostly gone except for the discomfort of having a piece of ginger up my ass after about an hour. Part of me expected her to call me back and tell me to do it again, but fortunately she didn't. Or maybe that was unfortunately because I didn't think I should remove the plug without permission. Another hour passed. I still couldn't concentrate on the TV as I was concentrating on the feeling of fullness in my ass. Only now I had to go to the bathroom. And I had to do number two. I sent Victoria a text asking permission to remove the plug and to go to the bathroom. I expected her not to reply right away and to make me wait in distress. Fortunately she did reply and told me to remove the plug and to do what I needed to do.

I felt relieved as I did my business and felt strangely compelled to tell Victoria that I was done. Again she didn't reply and I spent the rest of the evening naked in my living room watching TV. This time it was more relaxing now that my punishment was over. Or should I say now that I thought my punishment was over. About 9:30 I received a text telling me to get into bed with the lights off, spread myself like I had done the first night in Chicago, put on my phone headset and to call my Mistress. I assumed we were going to play. I was wrong.

I could tell Mistress had me on speaker and that she was with other people. I didn't know if it was a party or she just had playmates over, but there was obviously at least four or five people within earshot. Victoria started talking to me much like she had our first night together while she had me masturbate with one hand. I would have preferred she be controlling a vibe like before, but just having her voice in my head and my fingers on my clit was enough to arouse me again. The difference was we were not alone. My moans were audible to other people. Mistress never said who they were or whether they were actively listening to me, but in my mind, Victoria was showing off my submission to her to her friends. Although I was primarily focused on the naughty things she was cooing in my ear (she knew exactly what to say to bring my arousal to a fever pitch) I did allow myself brief fantasies that she was sharing me with her friends as a precursor to having me lick their pussies on my next visit. Perhaps if they liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they would convince her to let me visit.

As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum, Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure each other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress' legs to lick her pussy. I wasn't jealous that it wasn't me. In my mind I was happy that Mistress would be pleasured. The punishment part was that my permission to cum never arrived.

As before, Victoria knew exactly how much I could take. And while in the past, that had meant I finally earned a gushing orgasm, tonight she just ordered me to stop and go to sleep. Then she hung up. Whether her complete phone mastery of me had aroused her and her friends leading to a sapphic orgy, I never found out. My wet pussy was demanding attention and I had to fight not to finish what my Mistress had started. I certainly did not want to confess that I failed her a second time on the same day. I didn't know what a second punishment would look like, but I didn't want to think about a bigger ginger plug and/or more Icy Hot. She probably could come up with something worse. If I'd know it would just be the paddle, I might have risked it. But I knew Victoria had a wealth of experience and could easily make me regret my decision. I followed her order and tried to go to sleep. Although my sleep would be restless and I would wake several times to find my fingers on my pussy, I don't think I came.

Sunday was usually a day of rest for me and I certainly needed it after the last week. But I also needed to continue building out my basement playroom and I wanted to get more toys. My first stop was Johnson Fitness, a used exercise equipment store I found on Google. I wore jeans again, not because they would be suitable for testing any equipment I thought I would buy, but because they would hide any wetness resulting from thinking about the kinky applications Victoria might have for the gear. I figured I would buy a bike. Aside from just rubbing my pussy on the seat, the thought of mounting a dildo to it made me creamy. I found a reasonably priced used bike almost immediately, but I walked around the rest of the store before making my purchase fantasizing about other equipment and how I could use it. I'd watched Dom/sub videos set in gyms and even though this was a perfectly legitimate store, that was all I could picture. I saw myself laying on a weight machine with my hands tied to the bar and my ankles tied to the legs so all the other gym patrons could use me.

Unfortunately as nice as the fantasy was, that machine was way out of my budget after getting the bike. Surprisingly a regular weight bench (not the machine) was pretty cheap in their used department. It had a 50lb bar plus a leg curl bar. It was an impulse buy, but when I pictured my legs spread and bound with Mistress controlling the remote vibrator, I had to have it. And even though I had pretty much decided the first bike was fine, at the suggestion of the sales rep I did test it. It wasn't fancy, but the curve of the seat did find just the right place if I leaned forward. I'm sure the sales rep was watching my ass, but I was more focused on the pressure on my clit. The jeans were a good choice as they protected me both from showing my wetness and just going crazy if I'd worn a dress and had direct contact with the seat. I rode at a couple different speeds and angles testing which provided the most pleasure as opposed to how the bike functioned for exercise. Well normal exercise. I thought of it as a perverted Peloton. I told the sales rep I would take it. Their delivery charge was also reasonable and they had evening slots available on Wednesday. I'd hoped to have my new vibes by then so my plans were working out.

Next up was another trip to the toy store. I planned to go to IKEA to pick up a chaise lounge. I had looked on-line and thought the Nammaro would be an inexpensive choice and serve the purpose. I knew once I loaded it in my car I would be excited to get home to put it together, so I headed to the adult store first. This time I wasn't in a rush so I could take time to look around. The store was more busy than last time I was there so I didn't get the personal service, but that was OK. I could look around more anonymously and that was fine.

I knew I needed leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I figured I could get rope and chain at the hardware store, but when I saw they had a spreader bar, I knew I needed one. I thought about getting two, but I figured if I only bought one that would give me an excuse to come back. I also got a smaller suction cup dildo for the bike seat. I figured starting off a little smaller since I didn't know how it would work while riding was a good plan. I also bought a bit gag, mainly because the model on the package looked so hot wearing it. I even splurged on a silk teddy. It wasn't kinky, per se, but the texture was delicious and would feel great against my overheated skin after a play session.

IKEA was a zoo. It always is. I was determined to get in and get out, but that never works for me. The chaise I wanted was in stock, but I also ended up getting a padded rug for the floor and a small accent table. I figured I would need a place to put my phone, water bottle and TV remote while I was focused on, um, other things. I was ready to head to the check out figuring I'd spent enough this weekend, when I walked past the clearance section and saw a Vihals TV stand at an amazing price. It was obviously a return as it was already built. I kind of hated the way the huge TV looked on the ping pong table so it became impulse buy number two. My SUV was full by the time I headed home and my pussy was wet in anticipation. That seemed to be happening a lot these days.

I hurriedly took my new toys inside and took them upstairs. I knew I would need help with the boxes and figured it was better not to have toys sitting out if Susan came over. Fortunately she was home, although her boyfriend wasn't. The TV stand was pretty easy to bring in and get down the stairs. I think she thought it was a good purchase instead of using the table. She didn't know what I planned to put behind the cabinet doors. She might have freaked out. She helped me move the TV onto the stand and fold up the ping pong table. That left a lot more space for my exercise equipment. Susan then helped get the chaise out of my SUV. That was more of a struggle. We had to drag the box inside and then slide it down the stairs. Between the two of us we managed not to have it fall or get broken. She offered to help me build it (you have to love IKEA), but honestly, I was getting tired of my jeans rubbing against my pussy and wanted to get naked as Mistress had deemed necessary at home. I thanked her but said I could handle it and offered to buy dinner tonight if she wanted to come back. She said her boyfriend would be home and made a facial expression that told me she was anticipating an intimate encounter. I understood. I was expecting, or at least hoping for, one myself.

As soon as she was out the front door, I locked the deadbolt and stripped off my clothes. My jeans and blouse were on the living room floor and I was heading toward the basement. I felt freer now that I was naked. I did touch my pussy, confirming I was as wet as I assumed, but quickly stopped. I didn't want to risk losing control again.

The damn chaise took me the better part of two hours to put together, but part of that time was surfing lesbian bondage videos on the Internet so I probably wasted a bit of time. The TV looked much better on the stand and I positioned the chaise so it would face it. I positioned the side table in the front right corner of the chaise so I could reach it easily (if I wasn't bound) and so the webcam would also focus on me if I was laying on it. I then texted Mistress with an update of what I had done and asked if she wanted to Skype so she could see everything. While I waited for her response, I remembered my new toys and sprinted up two flights of stairs to my bedroom to grab them.

Mistress Victoria didn't respond to my message. That was disappointing, but I still wanted to break in my new toys. I started recording with the webcam and made a video of me putting on the ankle cuffs (attached to the spreader bar with a couple of carabiners) and the bit gag. I then put on the wrist cuffs, but I didn't have anything to attach them to that would restrict my movements. I held one arm above my head as if it was bound and started masturbating with the wand with the other. Even though I was alone and Mistress' voice was not guiding me, I quickly was leaking slut juice on the new cushion. I then switched to using the small dildo to fuck myself.

I was determined not to cum, but that didn't mean I didn't fuck myself with gusto. I felt confident that I was in control of my emotions enough not to break rule number one. I hoped my moans were loud enough to be captured on the webcam's microphone. I'd seen videos of women wearing the same kind of gag and I loved how they sounded. I had not set a timer, but I hoped I could last at least 15 minutes before I had to stop. At some point I switched which hand I had above my head. Without it being hooked, it didn't seem as exciting as it could be. I knew I'd have to ask Victoria how I could bind myself so I couldn't escape, at least for a while. But that was a question for another day.

When I finally stopped because I was afraid I'd climax, the video was 22 minutes long. I'd taken off the gag and told my Mistress that I hoped she enjoyed watching me struggle and that I hoped she would have time to instruct me (code for letting me cum) soon. The resulting video was far too large to email. A quick Internet search found a website where I could securely send it to her for free. I quickly did that before I could decide that was a bad idea. Victoria's videos she made of me didn't identify me. This one clearly showed my face and showed me doing things that wouldn't go over well at the office. Now I just had to wait to see if my Mistress enjoyed it.

Again I was left on pins and needles waiting for feedback that wouldn't come that day. I went back to work where Victoria had promised my training would not interfere with my job. She honored that on Monday. As I was walking out of the office at the end of the day, I ducked into the women's bathroom and removed my bra and panties. I had not been aroused all day since I was busy catching up on work from being off for a week. But as I inhaled the scent of my panties, memories of Victoria flooded my brain. When I got in my car, I looked around the lot to see if anybody else was walking to their cars. Satisfied nobody would see me, I pulled my underwear out of my purse and snapped a quick picture that I sent to Mistress telling her I was now commando and ready for her use. A few minutes later the reply message told me to go buy two four foot chains, a 25 foot spool of coated rope, a 10 foot spool of what she called "rough" rope, whatever that meant, and four carabiners.

That night we Skyped and she taught me how to tie rope cuffs (hold the ends together and then loop them through the middle to create a slip knot and showed me how best to secure the chains to the chaise. Of course I was naked for this call, but I must have been doing something right because she let me get on my hands on knees facing the camera. She didn't have me bind myself or use any toys. She only let me reach between my legs with one hand and play with myself. Using my other hand to steady myself, I began masturbating.

Victoria didn't give me much direction aside from needing to tell me to keep my head up so she could see my face. It also meant I could see her. I fully expected her to tell me to stop before I could climax, but she took pity on me and just a few minutes later, the first time I asked for permission to cum, without even begging, she told me to cum for her. I was kind of shocked, but as she said the words, my body reacted as it had been conditioned and I climaxed. After I calmed down, she told me she was proud of me. She also said to expect a couple of packages with things I would need, but that I shouldn't expect nightly video calls as she had a very busy week. She also reminded me to focus on my work. I told her I would send pictures when I got the exercise bike delivered. I didn't say my plan was to be riding the dildo. I wanted that to be a surprise. She told me goodnight and that was it. I was on my own again.

The store told me the bike would be delivered between 3pm and 7pm. I rarely got home before 6 so I asked Susan if she would be home in the afternoon. She said she was off on Wednesday so I gave her a key to my place in case they arrived when I was not at home. I rushed out of the office at 4:45, a few minutes early, and got home just as the truck arrived. Two burly men carried the bike down into my basement. I was already wet thinking about riding the dildo stuck to the seat, but I must admit I also was thinking about the two delivery guys having their way with me. That was the second time I had thought about cock since I'd met Victoria, but I did nothing about it.

The first time I "rode" the bike was everything I had hoped. I hated stopping before I came. I sent Victoria a video and although she enjoyed the short clip I sent her, we didn't Skype where she could watch me longer and give me permission to cum on it. Instead she would send me instructions that I would dutifully follow and when she was pleased with me I was allowed to orgasm. We finally did Skype with me on the bike and my hands tied to the handlebars. That proved to be too much for me and I shamelessly orgasmed before she gave me permission. I was sitting on the bike shaking with the dildo buried in my pussy as she chastised me. I knew there would need to be a physical correction. But instead of a self administered spanking or another ginger butt plug, she told me that for the next week I was to edge before I left the house for work. I was to do it with my panties on and rub my pussy through them. Then I was to wear my panties home and do it again. I was then allowed to strip. I was allowed to touch myself if I dared, more like if I felt the need, but I was under no circumstance to orgasm. She also wanted me to start keeping a daily journal about what sexual things I thought about and how aroused they made me.

I felt relieved that my punishment wasn't physical pain, but honestly, the emotional stress would be worse. Going to work with wet panties was kind of a turn on. I thought about my Mistress for the first couple hours at the office until my tasks required more focus. The rest of the day was pretty normal, although I was looking forward to getting home to edge again and then be naked. I imagined Victoria would relent and want to play tonight. OK, that was dumb. She didn't even contact me, although I sent her a picture of my obviously soaked panties. It felt great to be naked again after I finished and after making dinner, I settled in to watch a movie. I did lazily touch myself, but I didn't do it hard enough to risk cumming.

The next morning there was a text from Victoria telling me to wear the same panties from yesterday. I had not considered that. Suddenly the thought of doing this all week took on new meaning. I felt very naughty walking into the office like everyone could tell I was aroused. Fortunately we had a new case that needed my research skills and I could focus on that. The day flew by and again I was looking forward to getting home.

Each time I edged it took a little less time before I had to quit. I was sure that by Friday Victoria would want to play and would tease me for being such an easy to climax slut. But Friday took on new meaning when Susan sent me a text inviting me to go out to a bar and see a band that her friend played in. Normally that would be a great Friday night. But I wanted something else. I wanted Victoria to control my vibes and make me cum over and over again. I was in a quandary. I had no message from Victoria saying she wanted to play and I did like going out with Susan. So I did what a good submissive does and sent a message to my Mistress asking what I should do. The answer surprised me.

"It would serve you well to go out with your friend tonight," her message began. "You can't stay home every night and masturbate."

Well I could, I mused to myself. I should not have been surprised that Mistress didn't want me to just go out and have a good time. She sent me instructions. I was to wear a tight pair of jeans with no panties. That wasn't a shock. What was a surprise is that she sent me instructions on how to tie a thong using the rough rope she had me buy. Basically it was one piece tied around my waist and a second piece that ran from the front of the waist piece through my legs and tied to the back of the waist belt. That piece went up my butt crack and split my pussy lips. If that wasn't bad enough, she had me tie a knock with another short piece that was positioned over my clit. I suppose I should be grateful she didn't have me wear a butt plug.

She let me pick my blouse and even let me wear a bra. Basically I looked normal, but every step rubbed my clit and made my ass itch. It was going to be a long night. I met Susan at the bar so I would have my own car and would be able to leave whenever I wanted. Given my already high state of arousal I was concerned how long I could last. She was there with her boyfriend, Tony, and a couple of other friends whose names escape me. We chatted casually, but I was focused more on the rope between my legs than on the conversation.

The band started just after 8pm. We were all standing around a pub height table and I naturally started swaying to the music. You can imagine the result. I soon realized I had to try to stand still if I didn't want to flood the front of my jeans with my juices. But as the band started rocking, my body wanted to do the same. Susan was standing next to me and she put her arm around me so we could sway together. She was doing this innocently, of course, but my body didn't know that. By the time the band took their first break, I was silently panting and trying to look normal.

A couple of the band members came over as our group was mostly their friends and asked if we were enjoying the show. Everyone said they were, although I am sure I was enjoying it most of all. After their break they started their second set. By now a few people had moved in front of the stage as a make-shift dance floor. I retreated to the bathroom where I could text Victoria for guidance. It was too loud to call her and the multi-stall bathroom was too public for the intimate conversation I wanted to have with her. Her response to my text messages, after I described the entire situation and layout of the bar, was to "Get my ass on the dance floor and dance until I came." I probably shouldn't have asked.

Permission to cum was rare so I wasn't about to skip the opportunity. The question was could I do it without anybody noticing. The answer was maybe. I tried to stay on the side of the crowd. I knew I wouldn't last long. Looking around I saw Susan and Tony still at the table, but her friends were mostly down front. I worked my way through the crowd, feeling my arousal building with each gyration, as I was trying to get toward the side wall.. Moving through the crowd meant pressing up against people, both women and men. I must admit, having my butt rub against a guy was exciting. I made it to the wall in the nick of time. I was close to cumming and a couple of well timed twirls (I do like to dance) was all it took to take me over the edge. I quivered silently in the shadows and rode out my climax hoping nobody would notice.

When I finally came down from my orgasmic high and noticed Susan was looking at me. I couldn't make out if she was just wondering why I was standing off to the side or if she could tell I'd just cum. I didn't really want to find out. I pulled out my phone and sent her a text that I wasn't feeling well and I was going to head home. I saw her take her phone out of her pocket and read my message. I saw her typing and my phone buzzed moments later. She said she was sad I didn't feel well and that she would check on me in the morning. I quickly made my way along the wall to the front door and headed home to send my Mistress a recap message. I wondered if she would have more instructions for me that night or if I'd get to just shower and go to bed. I'm not sure which I preferred, but the only message Victoria sent me was a "good job" reply and that we would talk tomorrow.

I stripped off my clothes and removed the rope and took a shower. I was pretty worn out so after my shower I just went to bed and slept well through the night. In the morning I wasn't sure if Mistress had any plans for me, so after breakfast, I started cleaning the house. Of course I was naked. I also paused about every 15 minutes to sit down and briefly touch myself. I was hoping Victoria would call, give me some kind of task or order me to perform for her on the webcam, so I wanted to be ready. I must admit vacuuming the living room while naked gave me a kinky housewife feeling. I'd never enjoyed doing house work, but it was thrilling to do it naked. The morning flew by until I heard a knock at my front door at lunchtime. I quickly put on the robe I kept hanging by the front door and looked through the security peephole. I was not surprised to see Susan standing there. One time I did wake up last night I thought I heard arguing from next door and she looked upset. I quickly opened the door and invited her in. She was holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"I need somebody to drink with," she said as she pushed herself past me, not noticing or not caring that I was wearing a robe.

"I just finished cleaning," I told her. "I was about to jump in the shower."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just need somebody to talk to. Tony broke up with me."

She moved to sit down on the couch putting the wine and glasses on the coffee table. I sat down beside her and gave her a hug.

"What happened?" I asked. "You guys seemed happy last night."

"I'm going to need some wine before I tell you," she replied.

Something seemed very off, but I volunteered to get my bottle opener. We made small talk while she drank the majority of the bottle. I had a couple of glasses, but she probably had four. Then she opened up that I was the cause of the argument they had last night. I stared into her eyes and said, "I think I need more wine. I'll get another bottle." The tables were turned and I was the one downing the majority of the second bottle. By the time we killed it, we were both suitably intoxicated to begin the conversation she wanted to have.

"Did you orgasm on the dance floor last night?" she asked. There it was. She just came right out and said it. I sheepishly tried not to answer, but in doing so I confirmed what she already suspected.

"Both Tony and I noticed," she added.

I was trying to figure out how to explain my behavior without telling her my Mistress had commanded me to cum, but the words were difficult to find and I don't think she was buying what I was selling.

"Tony wants me to be more like you," Susan told me. Then she clarified, "Well, more adventurous."

"I don't know what you mean?" I replied.

"A few weeks back, when you got home from Chicago, did the woman you introduced me to spank you?"

Had she not gotten me drunk, I probably would have been able to think of a lie, but I just nodded.

"I thought so," Susan told me. "I thought that was kind of hot and I let Tony spank me that night. He's never been better in bed than he was that night, but I didn't really like it."

I remembered hearing their lovemaking through the wall that night. It was hot to listen to them.

"It's not for everyone," I offered, trying to support her. .

"The thing is Tony has been asking to do it again. Then last night, when we saw you cum at the bar, he was all over me to do things like that in public. I couldn't deal with that. I think he wanted you. I was going to let him spank me when we got home, but then we got into a fight and here we are."

"Maybe it's for the best," I said.

"Tell me how you did it?" she asked. I wasn't expecting that. She looked so innocent. Could I really confess I was under orders from a Mistress? Just then my phone chirped. As always, Victoria always had impeccable timing and I didn't dare pass on her Skype call.

"Hello, Mistress," I answered reflexively. I was embarrassed and Susan looked shocked.

"Hello, sub," Victoria responded. "How was your morning?"

The wine probably helped loosen my tongue in front of Susan, but I was thrilled to tell Mistress that I had followed my training.

"I cleaned the entire house naked, Mistress," I said proudly. "I stopped multiple times each hour to masturbate so I would be wet in case you called." I then turned the phone around so she could see Susan and then turned it back to me. "My neighbor came over at noon with wine. I hope you don't mind that we're having some."

I didn't confess that we had killed two bottles already.

"What is the topic of your conversation?" Mistress asked.

"She was about to tell me how it came to be that she orgasmed in front of everybody at the bar last night," Susan chimed in.

"Oh," replied my Mistress. "In that case, you better get your laptop out and call me back."

I stood up, walked out of the room and down to the basement. Once out of Susan's earshot, I looked at Victoria and asked that we not have to do this.

"She's my neighbor. I have to deal with her," I pleaded.

Victoria just smirked. "Touch your pussy. If you're not wet, I'll hang up and you can spin this any way you want to her.

I didn't need to touch my pussy to know I'd lost this argument. Even if I had not been playing with myself this morning, just sitting naked under the robe next to Susan would have aroused me.

"I'll grab my laptop," I said, sounding defeated. "Is there anything else I should grab?" That statement had a sarcastic tinge to it and sounded like I was baiting Victoria to push me further. I had no doubt she grasped what I intended.

"Grab the rope as well," Mistress Victoria commanded.

OK, that wasn't what I was expecting. I hurried back upstairs and set the laptop on the table in front of the couch where Susan was sitting. I told Victoria it was booting so I was going to hang up my phone. She told me, "Fine, but drop the robe first." I can't say I didn't expect that, but standing in front of my neighbor naked wasn't something I was anticipating would happen today. I could feel her eyes on me as I tried to distract myself by launching Skype. When Mistress connected it was clear she was more interested in talking to Susan than to me.

"Susan," she began. "Send me a text (she gave Susan her phone number) so we can talk privately tonight."

I watched as Susan grabbed her phone and did exactly that. Victoria then quizzed her about why her boyfriend broke up with her and what she was hoping to learn about me by coming over here today. I recognized she was in therapist mode and was using the same technique she used on me at the bar. After Mistress got the information she wanted, I kind of felt back for Susan since she was drunk and probably shared more than she should. Victoria then told me to stand and show Susan how I tied myself last night.

My humiliation bubbled over. It was one thing to be naked in front of her. It was quite another to show how I bound myself and came in public. But of course, I did as my Mistress commanded. Susan watched intently as if she was trying to learn how to tie these knots, but she didn't ask any questions. After the rope belt with a clit knot was tied, Victoria told Susan to play some dance music on her phone. I knew what that meant. I didn't recognize the tune, but my body started swaying to the beat.

"It took her a couple of hours to cum last night," Mistress said proudly. "Let's see if exposing herself to you speeds that up."

Certainly the humiliation of dancing in front of Susan's stares was arousing, but the music she picked was also much better suited for more energetic dancing than the band last night. Being naked also meant I could tease my nipples. When I asked for permission, thankfully Mistress said yes. I don't know exactly how long it took for me to beg for permission to cum. Maybe it was ten minutes. Of course I did not get an affirmative response. Susan could see the desperation on my face, but Victoria used this as a teaching moment to show her my pleasure derived from submission. Soon my begging turned to pleading but Victoria still made me wait. I expected her to tell me I could only cum if I made Susan cum first. I saw that she had been squirming a bit on the couch as I performed my lewd dance and her nipples were visible through her bra. But instead Victoria asked Susan if she thought I'd had enough and should be allowed to cum. I expected her to say yes, but she sort of hemmed and hawed and was non-committal. Maybe she was getting into the Domme/sub dynamic after all. Victoria told her I wouldn't last much longer (thank you Mistress) and told her I like to count down until I can cum. Well, I wouldn't say I like it, but when she made me do it, I did cum pretty hard.

"Count down slowly from 25 my pet," Mistress Victoria commanded. Damn, 25 was longer than usual. "Susan, can you find a faster song for her?"

So I had to dance faster, which rubbed my labia and clit harder, and count down slowly from 25 before I would be allowed to cum. I knew that would be difficult, but having Susan there also inspired me not to fail. She was watching me intently as the numbers ticked off. I think she wanted to see if she could catch me trying to sneak in an orgasm like I did last night. I knew that wasn't going to be possible. This one was going to be a whopper. At ten I started pinching my nipples again. I was right on the cusp, but in control enough that I knew I would succeed. This wasn't my first time doing this after all. Susan might have been shocked that I made it to zero, but I'm sure Victoria wasn't.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train and I ended up on the floor quivering for 30-40 seconds. I was lost in my own world and didn't see how Susan reacted. When I finally came back to Earth, I noticed she had picked up the wine glasses and was heading toward the door without saying a word. I thought maybe our friendship just ended. Victoria praised me. That meant the world to me. She told me to take a nap and sober up. She also indicated she might have another task for me later tonight, although she wasn't sure. I thanked her for the opportunity to serve her today. Neither of us mentioned Susan. That would have to wait for another conversation.