The Task - Whilst Sir is Many Miles Away

As I leapt up the stairs, my heart raced.

Sir had asked me to cum, to masturbate and cum for him. I had a task to fulfil for him.

We had been apart now, for too long, 8 days seemed like 8 weeks. 3,451 miles was between us. A damn volcanic eruption was the thing that was doing this. We still didn’t know when we would be together. I hope it is soon, real soon, I miss him so much right now.

I went to my cupboard and rummaged for the little tin box. Now my legs were shaking uncontrollably. He had this effect on me, it is more so when we are together.

As I put the silver box on the bed, I removed my jeans and knickers. It was cool in my bedroom so I decided to leave my top on. By the way he had chosen the toy of which I was to use.

I opened the box, there inside was the little pink bullet and its’ 5
attachments. Now there I was rethinking what Sir had asked of me. Play till 9.5 then wait for 5 mins then repeat 3 times, now was I supposed to do it 3 times or 4? I decided to do 4, that way it wouldn’t be wrong, I hoped.

I fitted one attachment to the bullet and lined up the rest in the order of arousal, now my heart was pounding, his cunt was wet, real wet. His clit was aching to be touched. I checked my clock on my bedside cabinet, 220pm.

Buzzzzzzzz, the bullet was on and heading downwards, my trembling legs now wide. I moaned as I played and I thought of Sir.

I imagined us at a BDSM club, me at the bar, dressed in black, with hints of red heels, nails, and frilly knickers. He came over and flirted. Other kinksters were playing with each other over the other side of the club. I could hear a whip cracking, a yelp and then a moan. How I craved all this. He leant forward and whispered “Would you like to play slut”, I quickly replied “Oh yes please, Sir”, “Well come along then”. He took my hand and led me to the other side of the room.

I was now moaning, in full pleasure; his clit was throbbing as I circled it, rubbed it, and pressed harder with the bullet. I was nearly there 9.5, then I was.

I lay there, wishing I didn’t have to stop, I had such a fantasy right now, but I had to stop. Stop playing and stop living this fantasy in my head. I looked at the clock it was only 225pm, my, that was quick I thought, it felt so much longer than 5 minutes. I watched the second hand on my alarm clock I willed it to go faster but it seemed like it was slowing down. I shut my eyes and basked in the feeling of contentment. Knowing I was doing this for him, he would be so pleased of his little girl. I breathed deeply, concentrating on keeping my mind focused, my body in control.

230pm came. I switched the heads on the bullet and went back to work, swirling around his clit, making it swell, turn red and protrude.

We came to a suspension frame. I hadn’t noticed when we first started chatting that he had a bag, he dropped this to the floor, with a thud. A tingle went down my spine, what the hell was in there? I thought. He smiled, I coyly smiled back. He turned me to face away from the on looking crowd of kinksters. Now I was scared, but excited too. What did he have in mind for me? Next I heard a zip, it was the bag, I kept my head where it was and didn’t look, and I knew that it would be rude of me. Next I felt rope being tied tightly around my ankles. He worked quickly, in no time at all he was tying rope around my waist.

Now I was moaning, as I rubbed the bullet up and down his swollen clit, oh I so wanted to cum right now, but held back. I was a good sub, sometimes stubborn, but an obedient one.

I felt my body being slight lifted not right off the ground but being supported around my waist by rope. He bent me over, I shifted my weight as I felt I was going to topple over in the high heels I had on. Next my wrists were tied and each arm was outstretched and tied to the frame. I was now in such a vulnerable position. I felt my skirt being lifted over my arse and then my panties being pulled down to expose my pale virgin skin.

9.5 came again, I moaned, don’t lose it now Raven, it’s for him remember. I stopped play, looked across at the clock, it had only been 3 minutes, no way I thought. Again I blocked everything out of my mind, only because if I was to carry on in my head, I would want to play, and orders were to wait!

As I lay there for a second time my thoughts of Sir filled my head. Our times together, how close we have become, how I had fallen in love with him. I smiled, but it soon left my face, I longed for him, his touch, his control, his using me. All the things I had dreamed of for a BDSM relationship, were coming true, my wish had been granted. What had I done to deserve all this? I smiled remembering our first meeting, it was just a pure vanilla date! Yep sounds boring I know, but there was a lot more to it than that!

It was time again to masturbate. I changed the head for the third time. My mind went back to the club.

His hand lightly spanked my bare arse cheeks, I could feel my knickers around my thighs, they had not dropped to my ankles and there was rope all the way from my ankles up to my thighs and this was stopping them from falling down. Each spank became more and more swiftly and much harder. My cheeks were warming up, no longer cold, but toasty. I suspect they were turning a nice red colour, but of course the position I was in I could not see. He rubbed each cheek, then leant by my ear and whispered “Good Girl, Good Little Slut”. I inhaled his scent, my eyes closed, oh how I wanted to be used right now, right here in front of everyone.

Next I could feel a light tapping, he was using a cane. I gasped, I had seen this many a time and the reaction of the receiver was very intense. I had yearned for this for years, but now I wasn’t sure if I really wanted it. I could hear his breathing change, he was enjoying this. My legs now trembled. Wetness from his cunt was dripping down my thighs. I blushed, I was thankful I wasn’t facing the crowd that were watching. Thwack, I moaned, my legs trembling uncontrollably now. So this is what it felt like, wow, such a feeling. I wondered how much I could take. Would he be lenient or just expect me to take it. I knew I could say my safe word at anytime.

His clit throbbed, begging for release, I stopped at 9.5 for the third time. I changed the head ready for the final time. I lay there watching the second hand pass each second. This was intense. I knew that the next time I masturbated I would have his pleasure for him.

5 minutes passed, my mind went back to us at the club, and this final attachment would do the job. I played circling pressing the bullet hard against his clit.

I felt myself being led, led away from the suspension frame, my knickers were pulled up, and the ropes were off, what had happened. I had lost it totally. Subspace had taken over when he was caning me. I could feel my arse cheeks tingling, that nice warm feeling of hurt, pain and pleasure all at once. I smiled. “Right slut” he growled as he opened a door into a small room of chairs and tables stacked up everywhere. He slammed the door shut with his foot, grabbed me by my hair and led me over to a table, where he forced me to bend over. My heart was in my throat, was he going to take me here, right here and now? I whimpered as my chest hit the table and my cheek slammed against it. “Shhhhh little girl”, he chuckled.

He pulled down my knickers with his other hand whilst pushing my head hard against the cold of the table. Tears filled in my eyes. Not tears of pain or fear, but tears of joy. He wanted me, to use me. I had wanted this for such a long time. He lifted my skirt over my hips and spread my legs with his foot. My whole body trembled. At least he wanted to do this in private I thought.

My mind was so into my thoughts, I had forgotten about cumming. I played hard now, knowing that it wouldn’t be long. His clit was a beautiful red. All swollen and glistening with his cunt juices.

He dug his nails into my sore arse cheeks. I moaned and wriggled, trying to see if I could make his nails touch the skin that wasn’t sore. “Keep still slut”, SLAP, “Ouch” I moaned as his hand gave my arse such a hard slap.

Next his fingers felt between my legs “What a wet slut you are” he said. His finger entered his cunt, then 2, then three, I moaned as he played.

I am so near now, but I keep holding off, holding off because I want the fantasy to continue.

He withdrew his fingers, then thrusted them deep and hard. I bit my lip to stop me from screaming, I could taste the blood that trickled from my lip into my mouth. He withdrew his fingers again. I waited for him to use his cunt again. Next I heard a zip, he was undoing his trousers, and they fell to the floor. I felt him run his erect cock up and down his cunt lips, how I wanted him now to take me, right now, please.

“Feeling horny little slut” he laughed. His cunt juices were dripping onto the head of his cock, he pushed into his cunt. I moaned. He thrusted deep and hard, in and out, he let go of my hair and grabbed both hips. I lay over the table feeling him use me, the table creaked, his breathing quickened. I would not cum, I so wanted to, but I would not, only on his command.

I was there but held back, my body begged for my mind to let go, but I wouldn’t, I couldn’t, I had to finish this wonderful dream. I pressed the bullet harder and harder, using it faster and faster.

My arse cheeks hurt every time he thrusted against me. “Does my slut want to cum” he asked, “Oh, oh yes please Sir” I answered, “Well you can’t, not yet” he growled. He was going to let me cum, oh heaven I thought. One of his hands left my hip and reached down in front of my cunt and his fingers probed for his clit. This was going to be hard now, I would have to hold back, hold back until he said those words.

I could hear how wet I had come with every stroke of him pounding me. I begged in my head, hold back Raven, hold back. His breathing quickened, he pinched and rubbed his clit manipulating it with his fingers. His cock was throbbing and pulsating with every stroke as it entered his cunt.

I was nearly there, oh please, please say those words.

“Come for me, my slut, come now” as he pushed harder and deeper inside me, I whimpered, then moaned. My whole body trembled, my legs wanted to give way, my body jerked, I screamed out, I came, came real hard, he did not stop thrusting. Two deeper long hard strokes and he came too. Filling his cunt with his hot sticky cum.

I screamed as I came, I didn’t stop playing, I made sure every inch of this orgasm would be released, my body went rigid, it seemed to last forever, every wave of it releasing over and over, again and again. I glanced over at the clock it said 250pm, wow, it seemed so much longer than that. It’s funny they say time flies when you are having fun, it’s so true!

I lay there content, smiling but also sad. Sad because Sir could not see me, see what a good girl I had been.

This had been the most amazing orgasm I have ever had, from masturbating alone. All I wanted now was to be cuddled, snuggle under the covers with him. But I will have to wait. Wait for him to come back and be in his arms, his clutches once more.

I know that if he is not pleased with this report of the task he gave me, I will be punished. I am awaiting his comments.