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.
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