Red letter day

Here it was, after a week of waiting. The day when I took Red shopping. The task was simple as that. 'Put your writnigs on, take Red shopping, buy some clothes, ask her for feedback'. It included added bonus - 'You can play and cum while in a dressing room, but ONLY then. If you dare.'

I like Fridays - they are usually free or almost free (only one class every other week) and the day startead easily as usual. A. rushed  hurriedly, cursing at the late hour. I lied down silently, pretending to sleep, just not to anger her anymore. She is really upset lately, I guess it is beacuse of her boyfriend.

Old saying goes 'idle hands are devil's playground'... I stroked my boobs for a while, trying to ease the tension on my hurting nipples. The worst are barbells - I love playing with them, but during prolonged denial they beacem unbearable - though I don't want to remove them, not to damage the piercings... Once the door went shut, I sprang out of my bed to take cold shower - it usually helped. So was this time, but... Not for long :/

Just a brief relief.

I had to focus on a something. I cleaned the room, toroughly, I made my nails with some nice, fancy pattern, I skipped through an 'Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.' episode (the series sucks, BTW. like, srsly), I shaved clean (working my fanny was really hard without disturbing her...) and generally tried not to think about things that could go just WRONG today. Or maybe not so wrong... Maybe, Red actually... BRAIN, STAHP!

Then I couldn't just sit down anymore. I dressed up and went down to meet my... well, date. So to say.

Red was there. Alone. Sitting in her cute, fluffy robe, sipping something hot, looking absolutely lovely, sweet and sexy. My throat went instantly dry, when she yawned and stretched, her robe parted and revealed a bit too much... I felt my legs trembling, I folded my arms to hide them shaking. She smiled and asked when I intend to leave. We agreed to leave at 4 PM, so I rushed to prep myself.

I had not any specific instructions about my writings, so I did the same words again, only this time in different way. I didn't want Red to spot them easily, and giving that I was to show myself to her... i wrote "cycki suki" just below my nipples, in rounded lines, then "wlasnosc Magdy" just over my slit, so I could hide it inside panties, except maybe low-cut ones. The worst were words "zadek szmaty" i had to write on my buttocks. I did it with small, crooked letters little over my hips, with small arrows at the beginning and at the end, to show the point of interest. I aimed to hide it with panties' waistband and... I did it. Phew. Hope it would be enough....

The evening was pleasant, not even cold. We went for a walk, chatting and enjoying free time. Fridays are rare occassions when we both are free, so I savored every moment. She was curious of my life in Oz, I asked her about living here a lot. We dumped the outlet idea an went to the mall, so we could just take a break and sit somewhere to talk.

Xmas time... Hell of a people inside, but we managed to slip into few places. We hanged around few popular stores like H&M or Reserved, just looking through casual stuff. Then Red took me to Oysho and my heart went crazy.
You know, usually Red is not like that, but she has that subtle something which makes everyone around want to cuddle her. She is touchingly sweet, helpless and cute, she loves fluffy things, pyjamas with teddy bears and flowery dresses... Little girl, never grown up. If felt strangely warm and fuzzy inside, to watch her move between shelves and squealing with watery eyes over some bunny slippers. I simply wanted to hug and kiss her. When she had shown me the lacy nightie, I was totally obsessed with the idea. She went out of the changing room with bit sad face - the nightie was perfect, but too expensive, so with sad face she put it away... And then I did it. I hugged her, kissed her cheek and said we would see about it. She was surprised, but took it as a joke and hugged me too. And then... I felt I'm totally wet. Like, I mean it, literally leaking. I was hardly able to let her go and she asked if I'm allright, blushing and heart beating!
We left, but I remembered to check back here.

Next stop: Intimissimi. The same store in which I did my first task. I told her I need to fill some gaps in my lingerie and such, so we dug after some stuff. After a while I asked for help to choose between two sets of black, lacy corsets with garters and matching panties. We took it just for fun, though I liked the idea... But strangely I wasn't turned on. It was all pleasant and fine, but not very arousing. When Red also found something herself, we were gone for changing rooms.

When I closed the curtain, I suddenly stopped and calmed. I stood there, looking myself in the eye. I was red on my face, I felt warm moisture between my legs, girl of my dreams was nearly naked just behind the thin wall and at last I was free to do anything I wanted.

And I just stood there, motionless. Watching my lips tremble, my eyes sudddenly filled with tears.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It... it was just...
FUCK!!!

I realized what was happening. I took a quick glance into my panties and...
It was bloody mess. Literally bloody.
Friday. 13th. It just had to be like that...

This couldn't be much worse!

The whole idea went to crap, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I didn't even bother trying to change, I wanted to die. I sobbed quietly and clenched my teeth. I hate the world!!!

Red talked something while I was fighting the bloody ruin. When we got out, she instantly realized something was wrong. It wasn't too hard, given my makeup was wasted and my eyes red. We walked out and with breaking voice I told her I have to go to the restroom. She walked me there and when I was done with my things, she waited with few pills and heartily smile. Now it was her turn to return the hug. She asked me calmly, if I want to go home. I took a deep breath and relaxed a bit, even managed to produce weak smile. I shook my head and asked her if we could just sid down for a while/ We sat in the cafe, we took hot chocolate and just sat there talking. Red smiled all the time, with her freckled face radiating with compassion. We sat there for like two hours and after that I made my decision. I left her for few minutes and returned with small package.

I just couldn't help myslef. I bought her the nightie she was so freaked about. She tried to protest, but I dismissed her, explaining, that I owe her for her time, her help and for ruined party. And when she wanted to repay me, I just told her I would gladly see her with just that on, to see if it is really that perfect. She laughed and told me she'll see to it.

Just my imagination...

We went back to the dorm and when I got to my room, the first thing was mailing my Mistress about my failure. Then I climbed into my bed, curled and bit my pillow, crying out of frustration and pain - my stomach started it's killing campaign. It seemed that this month I won't be able to walk again...

I'm sorry Mistress. Not this time.

Cat & Mouse

The pain was almost unbearable. Arched back was killing her, legs trembled a bit, hot darkness enveloping her was choking and suffocating. Suddenly her guts twisted again, when she felt gentle touch on her head.

It was all sunny day, with a good, strong breeze. The beach was secluded and hardly accessible, but both surfers wanted exactly that. They both dragged their boards and bags and finally dropped them in big rock's shade.
'I found it last year and checked back yesterday.' said black haired girl. 'No one had stolen it.'
'Yeah... Looks good.' short blonde dropped on the sand. The sky was almost clean, the wind blowing stadily, perfect conditions. 'What was all the fuss yesterday?' she looked up at Cat, who was slowly stripping of her wetsuit. She looked sharply at Mouse.
'You were a dissapointment to me, remember?' her light blue eyes narrowed. Mouse curled her fists and nodded. 'And of course you remember, what does it mean?' Cat scolded. Mouse murmured something under her breath.
'Well? I can't hear you!'
'A punishment.' Mouse spat the words louder nad tried not to look at the small package the Cat dig out from her duffel bag. Brunette nodded.
'A punishment.' she repeated. 'Get up and strip. And look me in the eye!' she added, when Mouse slowly rised up and pulled the zipper on her back. She tried to withstand the stern and suddenly furious look of her former friend, now - momentarily - the mistress. She let slipped out of the wetsuit and let it drop. Sudden chill gave her goosebumps, the small, dark nipples suddenly sprang out, forming red cherries on the top of small, well-roudned boobs. She stood there, trembling a little, despite of hot wind blowing in her back. Cat slowly walked to her, also nuddy, waving her hips. She dragged sharp-ended, black nail over the light skin of her beloved girlfriend - right now little more than a rubber sex doll. She felt her fast pulse and sharp breath.
'Are you prepared well?' she asked in soft, husky voice, nearly touching blonde's ear with her lips. She reached with the tip of her tongue and licked her delicately.
'Yes, mistress...' Mouse shivered at the memory of her morning arrangements. Cat smiled wickedly.
'Good. You know I don't like the mess.' she unwrapped the package and produced a black, latex hood with big D-ring on the top. She pulled it over Mouse's head, pulling her long hair out of the hole in the back. She buckled the collar straps benath the chin and fastened them with a small padlock. The hood was covering girl's head tightly, apart from her mouth and chin, leaving her in the silent dark. The layer of foam was sewn in over the ears, muffling the incoming sounds and Mouse suddenly found herself nearly cut off from the outside world. She barely heard the waves and the distant voice of her mistress saying 'Come on.', followed by pull by the D-ring on top of her head. She stepped carefully forward, feeling hot sand under her feet. She was led to the water, as she felt cold waves licking her toes, then back to the beach again. Then they turned around and muse got into the water nearly knee-deep. Then back again. After a while she completely lost her orientation, but then suddenly the pulling stopped.
'Careful now' she heard, as Cat made her crouch and on her fours. Then she grabbed her hands and made her curl her fists, wrapping them with some kind of thick rubber band, before pulling them back to the ground. Mouse felt a hole in the sand right before her.
'There are four holes around you.' she heard. 'I want you to find them all and fit into them with your hands and legs.' She felt a smack on her arse. 'Move it, bitch!'
The holes were dug small but very deep - deep enough to fit both legs and arms, so that girl had to half-stand, bent at her waist, half-lied on her belly. With Cat's small help, she sank into ground and immediately realized she is being buried there. Cat poured the sand back to the holes, stuffing it with some stick, so that all of Mouse's limbs were totally immobilised. The position she found  herself in was barely comfortable - she couldn't really lie down, but also couldn't really support on her hands. Though before she was able to speak, suddenly a rubber gag was fit between her teeth and started to inflate.
'I think I'll keep you here for a while.' said Cat, crouching next to half-buried girl. She dropped the pumping pear, still attached to black, inflatable gag she left in Mouse's mouth. Her muffled mumbling and cosntant wriggling made har smile widely. This was exactly how she wanted her - struggling, helpless, unable to move, to speak, to plead. She stretched and simply walked off towards her rig.
They both loved sufring, with all of it's variations, from riding waves to windsurfing to kite... They were coming here twice a year for a long holidays, usually with bunch of other friends. This time was no different, except today they wandered alone to the wilder beaches, not easily accessed and thus barely visited. The perfect place for their... activities.
Cat wore back her wetsuit. She just loved the touch of the foam on her bare body, encasing her with soft, thick layer. Her favourite part was to dip slowly, with her suit filling with cool water and caressing her hot flesh... She lied down on the board and swimmed toward the nearest waves.

Time passed slowly. Cool shade ot huge rock moved slightly and now the burning sun was shining straight dowm on the Mouse's arched back. She had no idea how much time had passed. Her back ached terribly, she could barely move her limbs, the wind blowing small grains in her latex-clad face, tingling and itching around her drooling mouth. Her jaw was killing her and long list of crazy ideas kept coming to her mind. Left alone in darkness, semi-silence, with pain her only companion, she was totally unprepared for sudden wet, cold touch over her body. She screamed loudly through her gag, when cold, wet towel covered her - quite literally - hot body, head to bottom. The feeling was surprising but also relieving, as her back started to burn a little. The gag flatted suddenly and she slowly closed her mouth, happy to ease the pain. Not for long.
She felt something moving right in front of her, then wet, salt-smelling, cold flesh pressed against her lips.
'Lick.' she heard barking command. The tried do say something, but gentle yet unrelenting pull on the top of her head made her follow the order. She was thirsty and the hood was hot as hell, she feared the heatstroke...
Cat relaxed, lying down on her back. The hot, wet touch on her fanny made her shiver. She covered her toy with wet towel, not wanting it to spoil to quickly. She had her plans about it. For now, for example, she wanted it to please her hungry pussy. She spread her legs widely, stretching her pussy lips a bit, giving her toy easier access. The blonde was used to serve her mistress without second thoughts, although sometimes she needed some encouragement. Cat closed her eyes and let her feelings flow, enjoying the rising tension in her belly and at the tops of her nipples.
Mouse licked the wet, fleshy hole, eager to taste some moisture. It was not enough to satisfy her thirst, but it brought some relief. Her tongue was dry and swollen, scratching, rather than licking, but she worked her way. She knew Cat good enough to understand that pleas won't get her anywhere, they would only make everyting worse. Cat loved her writhing and begging, but she was determined not to give her that satisfaction. Suddenly she felt sweet moisture with her tongue. Something lime was pouring from Cat's pussy... Mountain Dew?!
Cat sipped from the bottle, then tilted it again. spilling a drink over her belly, watching as it flown down her abdomen and in between her legs, straight to hungrily lapping mouth. Her toy was doing good, so she decided to reward her in a way. Also, fun aside, it was really hot and she really didn,t want her toy do die of a heatstroke and thirst. Suddenly she arched back and loud scream ecaped her mouth, as wet, hot tondue worked its way to her clit and drilled it hard enough to bring her over the edge. She growned wildly, while her toy made her cumming hard. She finally collapsed and breathed heavily.
- That was good. - she said smiling and patting hooded head. She picked up the gag and quickly put it back in place, inflating it even more than before. The she stretched on the hot sand, smiling to the sun, enjoying the pleasant moment.

It was a nasty surprise. Mouse thought it'd be over after that, but no - the gag returned, covered in sand, itching, scratching and worst of all - stretching her mouth even farther! She choked on her scream, feeling tears gathering under the hood, mixing with hot sweat. She wriggled wildly, but again - no avail. Her curled palms were of no use and tightly dug in limbs were held with surprising efficiency. She only thing she could do was to wait for her mistress' mercy... And suffer.
Suddenly she felt something warm and wet touching her fanny lips. She yanked, but the touch was slow and unyielding. Wet fingers carresed her snatch and after a while they sank inside. She felt the arousal building up inside her. The unrelenting hands caressed her pussy, touching, stroking, teasing her clit and fucking her suddenly wet hole, over and over, not too fast, not too slow, just steady pace, constantly driving her towards an awkward yet uncomparably pleasant...
It stopped.
She wriggled, but no change. Cat just stopped and walked away.
Mouse screamed out of frustration and humiliation, feeling her wet snatch dripping with sticky ooze...

She again lost the sense of time. She didn't know if it was few minutes or few hours, before the dried towel was removed and replaced with new one. She gagged and screamed in shock. She felt sweat and tears and salive flowing down her face, when the gag was removed again, this time nearly immediately replaced with drinking straw. She greedily sucked the fresh water, tasting better than the sweetest wine. After a long while she finally let go, but again, sharp order 'Lick!' hit her like a club. Will the Cat ever let her go?! She clenched her teeth and tried to turn her head away, but sharp pull brough her back straight. Smooth fingers clamped her nose and she was forced to gasp for an air, and then her lips were again pressed against hot, wet pussy. She cried and tried to please, but no effect. Her words were muffled by soft, fleshy gag she was forced to appease.

After her fourth or fifth orgasm, Cat was really tired. It was almost six hours since they got here, the waves were perfect and her legs were trembling from constant surfing, but she loved this kind of fatigue. This day could never end! In short breaks between catching waves, she enjoyed the services of her toy, dug deep into the sand. It seemed happy, as it never complained - those all incomprehensible mumblings couldn't be treated as serious grievances, now, could they?... All in all, her toy shoud also felt pleased, she paid careful attention to bring it pleasure and excitement, caoutious not to bring her over the edge...
Nevertheless, it was the time to get back home. There was only one last thing Cat wanted to do. The very reason she made this whole installation.

The gag went off, the straw went in. Mouse felt completely indifferent, her mind was absent. Her limbs were numb and tired, her whole body was stiff and aching. She felt completely broken and wanted nothing more than to be left to die in peace. It the most torturous thing she ever experienced and she was filled with pure hatred to her tormentor. No, not even love-hate feeling, not some criss-crossing feeligns of anger and pleausre - it was pure, untouched hate. She was out of her mind and she knew with terryfing certainty, that this time it will be all over. It would be the last time she ever talk to her so-called mistress - to spit her in the eye and be done with all that.  She was calm and resigned. What worse could happen?
And then she stopped, wondering, why Cat is not teasing nor using her again. There was no sign of her around, not the slightest sound. Only distant hum of the sea.
'Cat?...' she asked the air with weak voice, her sore throat barely able to produce sound. 'Cat?'
The answer was a silence. Was she gone again?
Then, suddenly, she felt wet, very warm touch on top of her arched arse, right between the sticked out buttocks. The hot liquid slowly dripped and flowed between them, gahtering in and around the dent of her arsehole. She shivered and then another touch brought her sudden realisaton - thick, ovoid shape, pressing gently against sensitive opening.
- Right behind you. - she heard vicious voice behind her and loud scream escaped her mouth, when Cat drove thick, shaped dildo deep down her arse, in one, smooth move. The cold, wet intruder made her straighten up and howl in sudden pain. It was actually not that bad, but the surprising assault was most unpleasant. Mouse screamed and begged Cat to stop, as she felt the long, deep thrusts, alternately painfully fast and painfully slow. Short haired mistress was relentless and fucked her toy mericlessly, obsessed with her own, selfish pleasure. The double, strapless dildo fit deep inside her kitty was moving and teasing her sensitive flesh, as she kept pumping her toy's tight hole, harder and faster.
It took her awhile, but eventually, when her toy's screams and weak pleas almost died out, she felt sudden burst of heat and she collapsed on blonde's arched back, groaning loudly. She writhed over her body, both glistening with sweat.
After a while she kneeled low, in front of her toy and pulled up her chin with her fingers, then touched her lips with still glistening tip fo the dildo.
'I hope you had prepared your arse well' she hissed viciously 'Cause I hate when you leave my toys uncleaned. Now, open wide.'

Red writings

Yesterday evening was... Incredible.

The task Mistress had left me with for a weekend was to write down on my body few things, then get dressed and go to meet Red for at least quite some time. Also, as a punishment for spoiling Her toy earlier this week, I was forbidden to play with myself until my Mistress returns. She had not left me any specific instructions about my outfit, so I was to prove myself.

Because of my last week adventures and general weariness I skipped an occassion to hang out with my roomie on Friday night, which happened to be really good idea. She came back early in the morning, totally wasted. I dare not to think, how would I have looked like after that... When I got up, she mumbled weakly from depths of her bed about some pills and some herbal tea. Well, that was then, when language barrier is so high! I gave her my painkillers and strong, black tea and left her alone. I guess it was the best I could do, though I felt bad about it. I wish I could do more.

I went down to see Red. I was curious if she did herself too, but fortunately she was just sleepy when I met her right in front of her room. She was sneaking to the kitchen, dressed in the green, fluffy dressing gown. With her hair flying and springing in all directions she looked like a willow tree after hurricane. I spooked her a little, cause I caught her totally unprepared. She looked so sweet! I cheered her and asked, if she could help me later with my studies. Fortunately she agreed, laughing, that she had had the same problem too in her first year. So I rushed back to my room to prepare.

A. intended to stay the bed nearly whole day, so I had no problems with the bathroom later. I stripped naked and put on my violet set- a push up bra and tiny thongs. Then I wrote 'cycki suki' over my breasts with CD marker, a word on each boob, then 'wlasnosc Magdy' just over the waistband (with small arrow below, to leave no doubt about what it says). And while this was rather simple, writing over my buttocks wasn't so easy to do in the mirror! Few times I had to clean the wrongly drawn letter - fortunately it was easy wiped with a nail polish remover. In the end the letters and whole words were little crooked, but the sentence 'zadek szmaty' was readable. Though correct writng 'S' and 'Z' in the mirrored view was major pain.

I felt excitement, when I wore short skirt and overknees, trying to find a blouse that will cover my tits but only so far for the letters to hide. I was not ordered to dress in any particular way, but I suspected what my Mistress meant. Y'know, it's natural to fulfill the orders quite literally, but it is only good if you are in direct contact and close supervision. It's the particualr battle of wits between the domme and the sub, to attack with orders and defend with clever following, to outsmart each other. But here, in our online relationship, it is up to me to do my Mistress' bidding not only literally, but also intentionally. And though I wasn't forbidden to wear pants and skivvy, where would be the fun with that?

When I sat over my bed with my makeup case open, A. woke up for a moment and asked if I'm going out. I answered absently that I'm just going to get help in my studies and got mumbled 'uh-huh' in return. I smiled and was just about to put on a eyeshade - I bought myself new violet set, from black to deep purple, seven colours, awesome! - when suddenly it hit me. I stopped with my hand raised.
'Why am I doing that, again?'
Well, the answer seemed pretty obvious - I followed my Mistress' order, the one I brought on my head myself and was ridiculously happy about it. But it was not about the whole write-on-my-body-and-get-caught thing. It was about makeup. And outfit. And whole appearance. And my building up arousal, butterflies-in-belly crap. I tried to ignore the doubts, turning them down as my desire to proudly represent the elegant style of my Mistress, to not embarrass her and... No.
It was about Red.
I was preparing for a bloody date!

I slowly put the hand down, still looking myself in the eye. I had the whole vision of myself ready in my head, looking stunning and tempting, walking in there with the seductive smile, moving smoothly and efficiently... Bloody hell, I was going to my colleague to learn frigging maths! J., what's the fuck up with you?!

I bit my lips and closed the makeup case. Fuck! I am up for the Red!

It was... Well, it was terrible. I hardly know her, she is older than me, she's from a differenrt culture. I'm a lesbian, she's probably not so crazy about girls. But honestly, I wanted to actually do her. And without all that dating and romantic crap, I wanted to make her scream. And her to make me scream even louder. Just like that.
Suddenly, the whole idea of meeting her seemed no so tempting anymore. I felt the writings on my body burn. And what if she actually is interested in girls? What if we end up in some warm and cozy place, where she'll see that I am owned bitch? The worst part of it was the writing below my belly - I really didn't want to show her, that my pussy does not in fact belong to me...
Damn, you J.! What are you thinking? Just go there and do what you were said to!

I punt on the makeup, but no bananas - just an ordinary one, maybe bit more careful. And coloured. For a moment I considered actually taking the sweater, but the dorm is really warm and I didn't want to sweat. I took only black scarf and went down to meet my destiny.

Red was there, sitting in simple jumper and shorts. Her hair were still mess, only clamped at the top, glasses hanging on the end of pointy nose. She looked at me and I could swear she blushed. Her roomies were there too and greeted me. I stood there, my heart raging, my face blushing, my belly burning. I barely held the books in my hands. Red smiled at me. There were only two chairs, both taken, so she sat me on her bed, at the table. I suddenly felt incredibly stupid. I normal case it wouldn't be a problem, but now... I took my books and asked her to help me figure out few things.
Next two hours we had passed at learning. It was really helpful, though I could barely focus. I was toying with my scarf, biting and pulling it involountarily, trying to cover my suddenly too generous cleavage. Red smelled nicely, the shock of her hair flied everywhere - it have to be bloody annoying - and I couldn't take my eyes off her long, green-nailed fingers. I wanted to hold them and put them under my blouse, to pull of her jumper and grab those perky titties of hers, bite them, squeeze them, suck them...

YES!!

'You allright?' I heard her voice. I shook my head and smiled.
'I guess I'm tired', I replied and crossed my fingers to keep them from trembling. In a whim I understood my Mistress' viscious plan. I sat next to the babe I wanted to screw badly, with my body marked with humiliating signs of my nature and ownership. I was branded as a bitch, slut and someone's plaything, sitting here sweating and twisting in silent agony.
I was just about to stand up, when Red stretched and yawned. It was dark outside.
'We're going to the camera. Wanna hang out?' she asked me suddenly. I freezed. Was she asking me out? The other girls encouraged me and I agreed, totally confised. 'But what camera?' I asked stupidly. It happened to be the name of the cafe with - apperantly - the best chocolate in the city. They asked me if A. would go too, but I said she had not looked good in the morning and that I doubt. We were to set off in an hour.
I rushed to my room and tried to calm down. I was asked for a bloody date. Well, not clearly a date, but... Now, hold your horses, J. It's not just you and Red, the other guys will be there too. I tried to breathe calmly, but to no avail. I was still nervous and INCREDIBLY horny. I thought about wiping off the writings, but then... I pushed that thought away. The won't be seen unless I strip and there were no chance for that, so why should I? It's still part of the game...

We went out. It was cold, windy and bit snowy. Snow! I saw it for the first time in my life, like, for real. The girls were bitchin' for the weather, but I was happy - it was the first time I saw the Winter. It was not like I have imagined, but Red assured me, that this is just prelude. It will vanish in a day or two and then the real thing will come. Nevertheless I was glad to see it with my own eyes. Also, the strong wind brought in the fresh, clean air, cleaning a bit the old, polluted air of the city.
We got to the cafe, full of the people at the time. We chatted, bit like at the party, but now I could understand more, because girls talked slower and to my amusement, mostly in English. I was grateful for that and in turn tried to speak Polish, but even though girls cheered me a lot, it still made stupid spelling mistakes and my grammar was still awful. It was really pleasant evening. The girls were all kind and really nice - I guess I made new friends tonight :)

But the most surprising part was yet to come.
When Mouse and Cat - it was my first involoutarily thought the moment I saw those girls - went to the restroom, we were alone with the Red for a moment. I felt awkward, because I didn't really knew what to say. I sipped the chocolate - white, with strawberries: awesome! - and watched the people, whe suddenly Red giggled.
'May I ask you something?'. I was startled 'Shoot.', I replied.
'Well... I'm just curious. What do you have written on your breasts?'
I freezed. I blushed. My heart stopped then suddenly raced as if it would break free. My hands were shaking so badly I had to hold them between my legs. I instantly pulled my bloody scarf, which slipped and shown the top of the letters, protruding just a bit from my cleavage.
'Nothing.' I replied quickly. Too quickly. My face nearly burned away. I frantically looked for some credible story.'I... I just lost a bet.' Phew. That should do.
'A bet?' What did you do?'
'We... We were arguing with my friend about the movie.' Damn, that was stupid! But I had to improvise. 'And she won and made me write something on my boobs for a day.'
'Come on! What's does it say?' she teased me, laughing. I wanted to die. Seriously. I wanted to close my eyes and make it all vanished. Instead I was sitting there with the hottest girl in my dorm, smiling at me kindly and asking me about my bloody shame! FUCK! J., what have you done?!
Red teased me for a while and then, suddenly I looked her straight in the eye and smiled wickedly.
'Promise you won't tell? Anyone, especially A.'
'Promise.'
I looked around if nobody watched and pulled the collar of my blouse slightly, revealing my 'bitch's tits'. Red gasped loudly then chuckled, covering her mouth. I felt sudden relief. I don't know, what I was expecting, but her friendly laughter made me a bit more confident. I hid the writing and asked Red again not to tell anyone.

Obviously ;)

We were home before midnight, after a long walk and a few drinks later. I remembered not to waste myself again, so I got back relatively sober. As I laid in my bed that night, I thought it was life's irony, that I spent the whole afternoon and evening with three girls, from who only the one, the most imortant one noticed my secret. I thought about her long into night, stroking gently my body, trying at all costs avoiding my pussy. My stomach was again on fire, I felt an unbearable tingling deep inside me. Next time I'll have to use some cuffs to keep myself from touching... I drifted off, dreaming of smooth body, full of freckles and fire.

Dream of freckles

Hope I satisfied You, Mistress.

Easy balls

Yesterday was at last pretty normal. I wasn't sick, I slept well and without perils of epic hangover.

To my surprise, I noticed my pussy hungrily accepted my new toy. And she didn't like me to remove it... Of course, the best part of ben-wa play - at least as for me - is to tease my kitty with them, putting them in and pulling back again, never let them to settle. I toyed with them for a while, enjoying my growing lust, then reluctantly let it go. Even so, I've already made a mess in my bed!

The day was sunny, though cold and windy - I love my coat, but I really have to find a new one, more suitable for Polish weather! I enjoyed the sun, walking slowly to my school. The toys were buzzing delciately, keeping me constantly aware of my pussy and dreaming my Mistress. I keep wondering, how does she look like? What kind of person she is really? I she stern and focused?



Sensual and lustful?



Is she playful?



Caring?



Or purely mean?



Is she elegant?



Kinky?



Teasing?



I wonder, what kind of fantasies are her favourite? Is she into pain? Or abuse? Or maybe she just enjoy being in control? How does she like being served? Rough? Gentle? Does she like to torment her toy herself? Or just watch it play? Is she straight domme or she likes to switch?

The more I wondered, the more slippery I became. In the class I often drifted away, feeling deep blush on my face. I found that even when I sit apparently motionless, I can get turned on by only slight moves of my hips. The rettles inside my ben-was made a good work - too good, as I was soon to find, when I had to get to the restroom few times, just to stop my kitty from completely ruining my jeans. But... I just couldn't resist. When I returned home it was already dark. I was panting and weak, my lust heated, my hands involountarily sneaking into my pants...

I needed to calm myself, to focus on something else. So I thought it would be nice to apologize the girl throwing the party day before for the mess I did. I bought a bottle of nice chardonnay and early in the evening I knocked on her door.
She opened bit surprised. She didn't want to hear any apologies, she was more worried about me. She told me the bloke was a jerk and she should knew better than to invite him and such. Then it was I who was surprised - I know it wasn't my fault, like, for real, but I felt sorry: I overreacted too.
We were sitting alone, her roommates were out. She had lovely dress and I thought I never saw her wearing pants. When asked, she explained, that it's an old habit - her father always said, that real girl should wear skirts and dresses. And so she did, and now she used to them so much, she hardly do wear anything else. She laughed a bit, when I asked her, how is she doing in this weather. 'It's genetic, I think', she answered. I guess she's right...

Not THAT red, but... close enough :)

She brought coffee, we sipped wine and chatted. I think I like her. She is cheerful, she smiles a lot and is really, really beautiful. She is slim, with curly, reddish hair, small framed but she moves like a gymnast. I like her long, green-lacquered nails, long, pointy nose, myriad of freckles covering her face.. I think she is the prettiest girl I met here. And then... And then my ben-was awakened.
It's not like they were sleeping, up till now, oh no! But now the tingling in my pussy and gentle rattle of hidden toys suddenly became much more intense. It was hard not to wriggle.  We talked and talked and I felt more and more turned on. I imagined her body under the soft fabric, I almost felt her perky tits gently pressing against mine, her sweet, wet kitty hidden timidly under trimmed, red bush, leaving wet kisses my own clean shaven mound...

Dream pussy...

I felt sudden mix of grief and relief when her roomies came back, laughing loudly, ruining the moment of intimacy. I got up and left, promising I'll see her soon - she was on the same faculty, so, putting the more pleasant reasons aside, it can be good to know someone, who could help me with my course.
I had a hard time not to run back to my room and satiate my hunger. Instead I walked unnaturaly slow, trying to breathe evenly and quietly. A. greeted me with a carefull look and asked me if I met my mysterious date again. She has I good eye, I give her that. Or it is me, wearing my feelings up my sleeves... Anyway I explained where I've been and then I took a shower. Cold one. Really cold. I needed that. Badly.

It was late, when I finished mail to my Mistress, addressing some questions she had ask me lately. Suddenly I felt sleepy and as soon as I got to my bed I instantly drfited away, with dreams filled with red and green...

I hope I satisfied You, my Mistress.

Balls in play, another day

Second day.
Today one of my first thoughts was to get to any adult store and get anything lighter than my bloody ben-was. I like them so much, but I guess they were not designed to keep them in while walking. They are heavy and very smooth, which makes them really slippery. On my way to the store I had to stop few times just too keep them in. The most awkward thing happened just in front of the store - one of the balls just slipped out and after a while it fell out of may panties to my leg.
It was terrible. I couldn't do a thing because my tight jeans were too thick to operate the ball. Also I stood on a street and it would look terribly stupid if I would just put my hand into my pants and manipulate somewhere by my crotch... The only thing I could do was to play along. I got into the store.

Fortunately it happened to be really nice boutique with rather exclusive merchandise... and equally exclusive prices. But I didn't care - I was desperate to get rid of those bloody balls...
I nearly forgot ho I like such stores... I spent at least half an hour or so wandering form shelf to shelf, looking through colourful and sometimes bizarre toys. Like a kid in candy store :) Seriously, I could spend my whole money here... At last I found series of Fun Factory toys. They looked awesome - cute, colourful, very pleasant in touch and design. Not too cheap, but then again, I couldn't help myself :)

My new toys <3

The dangling ball in my pants reminded me I have to get back home eventually. Thank God for my long coat... I took the bus and finally I got to the dorm. A. instantly recognized I walk strangely, but I just blamed it for my bladder and quickly shut myself in the bathroom.
Phew! That was a relief! The new ben-was were bit smaller, but also lighter and coated in silicone, meaning the won't be as slippery the old ones. And they also have another curious thing - the inside balls!
See, my metal balls are hollow (I guess) but empty. The new, plastic ones have another set inside, meaning they constantly vibrate delicately during every move. It's peculiar feeling, when something moves deep inside your bowels... At first it felt odd, like if my stomach rebelled. Then it felt uneasy, like some small animal got inside me. Then it started to tingle and... Hell, it was whole range of feelings, but one in particular - it was very exciting. I was doomed.
Before I got out of the bathroom, my arousal went through the roof. I never thought the bloody thing is so sensitive. My old toys doesn't rattle and their usage is... bit different. But those two babies are dangling whenever I move, even if I write to fast. Damn. My pussy woke up and in few moments my panties were dripping and the familiar feeling of being on fire started to build up...

I'm not sure, how much can I take...

A. asked me if I feel good, with all that blush and burning ears and almost forced me to bed. In my state I was about to offer her to join me for the fun, but I resisted the urge at the last moment. It was so nice to drop the tight jeans and change to something more comfortable!

I kept the ben-was in 'till the evening. While sitting in class and talking weren't as bad, but the walk from my dorm and back after the courses was a complete mess. I stopped at least twice, breathing heavily, trying to calm my raging heart. The balls held firm and with much less effort, though the feeling was still awkward and the feeling of discomfort grew steadily. Nevertheless, my constantly stimulated pussy wouldn't let me forget about her, desperately demanding my attention. I tried to confom her back at home with warm shower, but with no avail. What's worse, our neighbours are throwing a birthday party tonight and I don't have really good excuse not to go.

But the most surprisng feeling I got today was irrational reluctance, when my roomie's BF came visit her. I was in my own world, I saw everything around through some fuzzy filter, feeling everything in sensual, erotic way, and then his black figure went in, shattering my visions. I felt angered, like he ruined something I was expecting. I don't know what...

I feel bit frustrated. This will be the long night... Hope I survive without jumping on people.

Hope it won't happen T_T

Balls in play

I was given the new task. I was to buy myself the set of ben-wa balls and stuff them into my pussy. Then I was to keep them there, unless... Well, unless my Mistress says otherwise - with the possible exception for the night.

I got my own set, so there was no need to buy one, but... The problem is, my ben-was are metal and quite heavy. I can't really keep them in - when I don't move too mudh it is not a big deal, but when walking or doing my home duties it is really hard to keep them in. I don't go outside yet, because I'm still bit sick after my last escapade, but tomorrow I have definitely to buy something lighter!

My silver toys

I walked around the dorm to straighten my legs after two days straigth in bed, but without my legginses pulled so tight, it showed cameltoe I wouldn't be able to keep the damn balls in. I was really embarrasing, talking to my mates, knowing that my that cunny shows everything she's got through thin fabric and bloody ben-was struggling outside...

There are but a few things I do hate more...

My feelings are awkward. It is interesting thing to be constantly aware of my pussy, as something tirelessly moves inside and tries to get out. But this is also annoying and uncomfortable. My pussy is tired of constant tension and my muscles hurt a little. Hopefully I'll get something more suitable tomorrow...

I hope, I satisfied You with my performance, Mistress.

My big O

This was it. My Mistress was at least appeased with my performance and she gave me permission to make myself CUM! At last! But... There was a catch - she forbade me to use my hands, toys or any objects. I could get off only by humping my pussy over furniture, scrubbing against walls and such. Easy deal, I thought. Although I had to get rid of my roomie, who fortunately had her lectures starting early in the morning. I couldn't sleep, tumbling imaptiently in my bed, waiting for the morning and her to leave. I only napped lightly for few times, waking up at slightest sound and checking my phone, if it is morning yet. Then - at last, A. woke up and rushed to bathroom, mumbling something about being late. I murmured from under my pillow I'm sick and I stay home today, and waited impatiently for her to finally leave. When I heard the doors slam, I sprung up from the bed and locked the doors. In a split second I was naked and I quickly throwed a towel over the headrest of my bed. It is simple, metal bar, only slightly lower than my crotch. I straddled it and I began to frantically ride it back and forth. It took me surprisingly long to get off, mostly because of bloody towel, sliding with me. I quickly threw it off and touched the metal bar with my bare slit. It felt cold and hard, but the touch drove me crazy. It took few more minutes, and suddenly, nearly in the instant the world exploded. It happened so fast, I had no time to stuff anything into my mouth. Everything suddenly turned blinding white and violent waves shook my body. I don't know how long it took. When I regained my consciousness I was still screaming, my hands clenched tightly on the metal bar before me. With great effort I let it go and clasped my mouth, turning my scream into muffled groaning. I rode the bar for at least four or five orgasms in a row, before finally collapsing on the floor. I curled and hold the thrown towel tightly against my leaking pussy, trembling and breathing heavily, sweet weariness coming over me. I passed away.

When the torture becomes the source of extasy...

When I woke up it was an hour later. I could only hope none of my neighbours were there to hear me cumming... I managed to reach for my notebook to mail my Mistress about my success, then I slowly gathered up. I could barely stand on my legs and I slowly shuffled towards bathroom.

Thank You, my Mistress for being so generous!

A night out

One week. Late night. I can't even sit straight.

Last time I cummed on Thursday, exactly week ago. Since then I've done two tasks and hadn't been allowed to relieve myself. I can't sleep, everytime I close my eyes I see purple mist covering me, bringing tides of heat, tingling sensation spreading through my body, gathering in most intimate and sensitive spots. My roomie, A., thinks I'm in love, which is not entirely untrue - at least the symptoms are quite similar.
Today's task proved to be more challenging than I thought. Much more. It was pretty straightforward: "got to the cinema and play with yourself during the entire movie". I completely overlooked simple thing: ENTIRE MOVIE. 115 minutes, to be precise. It was pain... but I'm getting ahead.

My Mistress was satisfied with my last performance, but not enough, to reward me. I had to earn my pleasure yet. But as I found my shopping trip enjoyable, She decided to make me do another public stunt, this time in the darkness of cinema hall. She was specific about my outfit, especially about lace panties. Considering what I had to do, I began planning the trip as soon as I got the message.
Mistress was pleased with my outfit choice last time, and said that she hopes I'll do so again. Fortunately this time my roomie was around. I saw her once in the cute, short dress, bare backed and with lacy skirt. She looked gorgeous and I asked her to lend it for the evening. She agreed (on condition that I'll clean the room for the rest of the week) and in a few moments I was holding the most beautiful thing I could imagine for the job. I was only worried if it would fit me - A. is not so busty and she's also thicker. With beating heart I tried it and - success! It wasn't perfect, but fine enough. It was hanging loose here and there but with little help I managed to hide it, and thanks to cut-off back it fit me in the front. I was trembling in anticipation and A. asked me if I felt for someone. At first I nodded absently, but then I chuckled. 'You could say that', I thought, but I said it's nothing serious yet. She asked, if he's nice. I only she knew... :)

That's how it looked...

Anyway, I got what I wanted. I had more problems with panties - this time I had to had them, but leave them in the cinema. My Mistress likes the laces but I've got only two pairs of lace panties and I'd like to keep them both. So again - let's go hunting...


I found what I needed in the same shop, on the same shelf as before. I start to like that store, especially because of girl working there. She's nice and tried to be helpful, but unfortunately, communication was hard, because her English is almost as poor, as my Polish. But I got myself a pair of those:

Just the thing for the night out

I tried to get some rest. This week was exhausting in general, not only because of my new role as Mistress' plaything, but also because of my courses, which lately became bit too complex for my head. Also... I really hadn't sleep well last night. My frantic desire to touch myself resulted in more torment than relief. I excited myself so much I slept for maybe three hours, waking up with sore boobs and still burning fire in my belly. As I laid in bed, my dreams flew off to my Mistress. I wondered about her, who she is, how she is in person, what does she looks like... I dreamed.

The phone buzzer woke me up with my hands squeezed tightly between my legs. I wondered for a moment if I rubbed myself unconsciously, but soon my burning desire convinced me not. I was still horny and desperate. It was late, I had only two hours left and I had to hurry. I slipped into a shower, trying not to think about last night. Then I gathered my stuff and quickly dressed up. I had two logical options - either with full pantyhose and change them somewhere in the cinema, or going with stockings, with garter belt straps barely covered by short dress. I felt the latter being more proper, but also it was freezing outside. Seriously, I came from warm, sunny country, the temperature here is killing me!
I sighed. I hoped I won't catch cold.

I took my time again with makeup, and after a long while I made myself violet smoky eyes and finished my lips with soft, purple gloss. My roomie told me last time she wore such elaborate outfit was on her prom and hoped for me "he" will be worth it. I smiled back and said I hope for something more than just movie...
I was ready half an hour before leaving. I took my thick coat and looked in the mirror - A. told me I look "explosive". I only can guess what she meant. For one last preparation I took a simple T-shirt and clean panties and after rolling them tightly I stuffed them into my coat's pocket. I messaged my Mistress I'm ready, and I finally left.

...and that's how it felt :)

It was bloody cold. I instantly regretted my stockings choice and even considered turning back, but to my surprise I met the mate I got to know on my courses, of whom I knew he has a car. Fortunately, he has a girlfriend somewhere near the cinema I was going to and offered me a lift. I was so relieved! He asked me if I am going to date someone special, since last time he saw his girlfriend looking so good was at their anniversary. That was nice :)

All the way I felt uneasy, sitting at his right hand. I rarely ride cars here and every time it's bit confusing. We talked for a while and he asked me who my man was. I told him his name is Tom. I was going to see the "Thor 2 - The Dark World" - I know, I'm nerdy, but seriously: of all the girls in the world, I can certainly fall for the Tom Hiddlestone's voice. It's enchanting, mesmerizing, carrying so much emotions... And also I purely love Loki's character :]
I tried to convince my mate to take his GF for a movie too (and thus counting on the lift back to the dorm :]), but he wasn't too willing. Oh well...

When I came to the cinema it was bit late (stupid traffic) and all the back seats were taken. I took the seat on the side - I knew I won't know much from this movie, so I didn't matter. I just didn't want to seat near someone. Unfortunately, my plan failed - just before the movie started, in the fading lights I saw a bloke with some girl rushing to their seats aaaand... they sat next to me. I hoped that at least the girl will seat next to me, but nope. So much for solitude...

 Just as the movie started I reached down under my skirt. My pussy was warm and tingling a little. She knew what was coming, because she became instantly wet. Darn... I wanted to start slow, but the damn kitty was so willing, I saw the white flashes just as I touched her. It was going to be long evening...
I pulled my panties aside, trying not to distract anyone, then I slid a finger over my wet snatch. I gasped, but fortunately there was a loud battle scene on screen and nobody noticed. I felt intense heat consuming from the inside, fire waves rolled from my belly through all my body. I slipped the other hand under the top of the dress, squeezing my boob. I tried to relax and ease the tension, but it wasn't so easy...
I teased my pussy with the tip of my nail, dragging it along my slit, pressing gently every now and then. After a while, with my finger wet, I pushed it further between pussy lips, feeling warm mess inside. My arousal built up quickly, with my kitty squeezing involuntarly, like it was gasping for air. I found my sweet button and pressed it lightly, but I had to stop immediately - I almost folded in half, I saw flash of bright light before my eyes, I held my breath, clenching my fingers madly at my thigh and tits... And then it passed. I was *this* close to orgasm... Darn.
I had to break for a moment and I just stroked my things. I felt wet, sticky drop slowly oozing from my snatch. I moaned silently and forced myself not to touch it. I felt my breasts swelling a bit. Then, after resting for a while and trying to catch up with the story onscreen, I licked two fingers and drove them fast straight into my pussy, with single, deep thrust. I squeezed my legs and tied no to move for a while, dancing with only tips of my fingers, feeling soft flesh inside. Every few moments I was pulling them of a little, trying to keep them inside by tightening my pussy. Damn, I missed my ben-was!
I can't remember a thing from this movie. I knew they were fighting some Dark Elves, Thor had his brother imprisoned but (hooray!) Loki played everyone for fools and in the end everything was fine and dandy. Like if I cared... For every bloody minute I tried not to squirm on my seat. I guess people behind me had enough of me fidgeting and bobbing my head as I kept stretching and moaning and hissing and biting my hands and... With every passing moment I cared less and less about my surroundings, I didn't care if they could hear me or see what I am doing. I was trying to be discreet not because of a shame but because I didn't want to be thrown out. Speaking of shame: near the end of the movie I realized my skirt is lifted all the way up, with my hand buried in my panties , glistening gold on black velvet. I instantly brought the skirt down, but it hit me how uncaring and shameless I had became in just under two hours. I was dizzy, my hands trembled, I felt the urge to rip my dress off, pull out my tits and sqeeze them hard, then bury my fingers deep into my pussy, feast upon my swollen clit, pulling it and rubbing frantically. My heart was hammering, I was sweating, my skin itched, the tingling in my guts was driving me crazy. I was hoping Sif will straddle dr Jane and ripping her armour off she'll make the Earthling eat her pussy or something like that. I almost came few times and had to stop again for a while, because I felt one more touch would take me over the edge and send me tumbling down into wet, sticky, hot depths of pleasure. I was craving it. I tried to stop it. I desired it and I had to avoid it... It was the torment.

My head was spinning, I could smell my pussy's scent so intense, I thought it was impossible to anyone in the hall to miss it. The bloke beside me was seemingly too interested with the movie to notice, but I couldn't imagine he doesn't knew. When the credits rolled, I quickly slid off the panties and curled them . They were mess, by squeezing them I could produce a tall glass of my juices. I grabbed the T-shirt I was sitting on - I know my body well and I knew the seat would be ruin. I literally oozed with arousal, my thighs were all wet and sticky, the dress was ruin too. I dropped the panties on the seat and stood up to leave. But to my surprise only few people got up too. I didn't care, though. I was desperate to get out of there and to my room. As I moved beside my neighbours, I heard the bloke's GF speaking something to him, but I was quite certain she was looking at me. It had not sounded good, and as they both laughed I was sure they were speaking about me. I felt the blush on my face burning so bright I could light the way out. I stumbled on the stairs, trying to not to run on my bloody heels.

As I managed to get out, I first rushed to the restroom. I had to clean myself and wear clean panties. All in all, there was still freaking cold outside! But then I looked in the mirror and I saw one hell of a mess on my face. I looked terrible, my makeup smeared as I cried a little, but also I kept messing around my face with my hands, trying to contain my incomprehensible gasping and sighing. I managed to repair some damage done, just enough not to scare anyone on the street, but this proved to be a challenge, mostly because my hands were shaking. I smelled with my juice, my pussy still leaking, I barely stood on my legs. I wanted to scream, as I locked myself in the stall and squeezed my pussy tightly, wishing it stop tingling. I pulled my boobs out from the bra for a while - they were swollen and bright red, like someone beat them. I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a moment.

I pulled the phone and messaged my Mistress. I hoped She'll let me cum this time or I'll go crazy.  Seriously. I ran through my memories and only now I realized how shameless and slutty I acted. I was masturbating in the room full of people, sitting next to some bloke and his GF, with few more sitting behind me, watching my every move and laughing to themselves. I gave them good show, licking my fingers, squeezing my tits, pulling skirt high up...

With each new memory I felt more and more humiliated and degraded. In the end, suddenly I felt tears. I sobbed. I sat there, in a bright white stall, crying out of humiliation, frustrated, dirty, sticky, smelly, with destroyed makeup, my tits sticking out shamelessly, in foreign country where I can't even talk to anyone. At least not for real. I wanted to send my Mistress the safeword and come back home, take hot shower and relieve myself in softness of my bed... And then I remembered of my time in the Fremantle, when someone made me do worse things back in the days and I hadn't gave up. It was at home, she was someone close and now I am alone, but heck, who knows me here? Why should I care? Is that really a reason to break up now?

I calmed down and tried to smile. That helped a little. I put my phone back to my purse and stood up, tidying my outfit. Behave, you slut! I guess your Mistress would enjoy seeing you broken and messed up, but She wasn't there. And that sight could be for Her eyes only, so get up now, J.! You were ordered to make Mistress M. proud, so act properly!

I walked out of the stall and the restroom and then... I nearly bumped into the bloke who sat next to me in the cinema! I guess he was waiting in front of the restroom for his girl. He looked at me and suddenly he smiled. But this was not a nice smile, rather mocking one. He said something I barely understood, but I guess it was something about my left panties and about being good. It was gross. I told him to go suck his dick and return his girlfriend to her proper lady, but reading from his surprised look, I doubt he understood. At least I hope so, because things could get ugly. I walked off, forcing myself not to look back and after I turned the corner I ran as fast as my heels allowed me to the nearest exit. Fortunately I found myself at the parking lot with few free cabs.

I returned home shaking, disturbed, but also relieved. I had completed my task, I won over my doubts and I mocked some creepy bloke. Three-hit combo for the win!
But just as my excitement gradually sloped, my arousal reminded of itself and skyrocketed. I felt tired and frustrated and I had yet to find some legitimate reason my roomie's dress smells like a mother of sluts! My Mistress was surely asleep so I could not hope for relief that night. I showered and got to my bed, but I couldn't sleep. My heart tumbled, my pussy ached, my head was buzzing... I sat on the bed, and turned on my notebook. At least I can write my report - the sooner I'll be done with it, the sooner I'll get my reward. I heard roomie's snoring lightly, so I knew she was asleep. I stripped naked and gave my boobies light sqeeze, then I sat writing long in the night, before I finally calmed and slipped back into bed.

The long night...

I hope I satisfied You, my Mistress.

A trap

My Mistress, in her mercy, allowed me to play a little with my breasts last night. I was incredibly grateful, because I could only barely stand the tension - I craved release so much... I was aroused and wet and I could agree to almost anything. And so I did. In exchange for granted privilege, Mistress also warned me my third task will be harder, but she hadn't say how or what it would at all. It sounded like devil's bargain, but I didn't care for the moment. I was free to play with my boobies and I was all that mattered.

I waited impatiently for my roomie to fall asleep, then I hastily removed my shirt and bra and without turning the lights on I slowly pressed my tense nipples against cold glass of the window. It brought me the shocking jolt, but also cooled them a bit. They almost hurt when I stroked them gently, watching night lights over the city. I took the barbels with my fingers and gently pulled them, stretching my nipples a bit. The sensation was overwhelming, my legs began to tremble, I gasped and crouched, cuddling my tits tightly. I rubbed them again and holding them in my hands I walked under the shower.

I need to cum... Please...

I streamed the warm, then hot water over my boobs, I gently stroked them using shower gel and for a moment I reached to my pussy, but I stopped as soon as I touched her with sudden realization - the message was clear: You are only allowed to play with your tits - pussy you must not touch". I gently washed her, trying not to disturb her too much. It was not an easy task, because the slightest touch resulted in heat wave rushing through my belly. I reluctantly stopped and stepped out, wiping my tits with thick, soft towel, then I took night balm and applied it with long, soft strokes, trying to ease the tension in my breasts.

I've heard it is possible to orgasm by caressing the tits only, but I never actually pulled it off. Even now, no matter how much I teased them by squeezing, pulling, even biting the nipples - no avail. It resulted only with warmer and wetter mess between my legs. After a half of an hour or so I gave up. I felt even worse than before, trembling, curling my fists and with fire in my belly. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks just as I let go and laid flat on the bed. It was stupid idea to play without release, but it was too late now - and I will pay for that by raising the bar over my next assignment. I sobbed a little, curling up and hiding my face in the pillow. At least the tension in my breasts eased a little. I hoped it would be enough to let me focus tomorrow morning at school.

I also hope my Mistress will be satisified with my suffering.