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Sunday was awkward at home as both my mom and I were trying very hard not to talk about what happened Saturday night. I ended up going back to the dorm early in the afternoon. I tried to do some homework but my mind was too focused on Peter and earning his attention. I think my roommate must have though I was sick since I had to excuse myself to go down the hall to the bathroom so many times. She probably felt I had food poisoning. I couldn't tell her I was so horny I had to go and masturbate almost continually to keep from going crazy.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday found me back in my normal school and swimming routine. This was a good thing, as I didn't have much time to daydream about big cocks. I still thought of Peter in the odd moments, but I felt I finally was back in control of my emotions. That is until he sent me a text message on Thursday. The problem was he sent it during a class and I made the mistake of discretely reading it. The message was simple. It said "I'll pick you up at 7pm on Saturday. Plan to spend the night."
I felt my pussy begin to moisten. Then the tingles started. It was demanding my attention but there was no way I could give it in the middle of a packed lecture hall. The rest of the class was a blur. My mind was elsewhere. The professor could have said the building was on fire and I would not have noticed.
I couldn't respond until after class. There is a text-messaging ban during class and if you are caught this professor liked to read the messages you are sending to everyone. It was risky enough to read his text. If I had replied I was too scared I would have been busted. After class I immediately accepted his invitation. Fortunately there was only a morning dual meet that weekend so I would be done by 1ish. I let Peter know I was at his disposal (wording on purpose) after 2:30 or so. I wanted to be sure I had time to shower and primp a bit for him.
He replied that he wanted to be sure I was prepared for a night of new experiences. He asked if I had been with anybody during the week. I replied no. I confessed that I had masturbated a lot on Sunday, but not since. He told me he wanted me to masturbate three times per day (before breakfast, around lunchtime and after dinner) but that I was not allowed to cum. He wanted me to take myself to the edge and then stop. He said this was the first step to learning how to control my orgasms. He also said I was to text him after each time and let him know how it went.
Since it was lunchtime and I was already horny from getting the text, I ducked into the next bathroom I could find. Fortunately it was empty, but I tried to be quiet anyway. It was incredibly hard not to make myself cum. Sitting in the stall with my fingertips dancing on my clit, I wanted so badly to jam my fingers deep into my pussy. But I figured following his instruction was the first step in earning my place on his cock so I followed his orders, stopped just in time and then sent him a recap. I felt proud for having completed the task. He did not reply.
That was a little disappointing, but I had to get to swim practice so I didn't worry too much. After dinner I masturbated again. This time when I was on the edge I was able to hold back and go a little longer without cumming before I had to stop. I reported this back to Peter and again there was no response. That night in bed I really wanted to masturbate again, but I held true and controlled myself. I didn't sleep well, but I had obeyed the rules. It was one small victory for me.
Friday morning after I sent my report, Peter did reply and told me to wear the Ben Wa balls to class. Knowing how they affected me last Saturday I wasn't thrilled with this idea, but I did it. The walk across the quad was insufferable. I didn't think I would make it until my lunchtime finger session before I had to get off. I shouldn't have even been in class. I got nothing out of it. My mind was a lust filled fog and I began counting down the hours until Peter would pick me up.
I had a few minutes between classes on Friday morning and I couldn't take the teasing any more. I slipped into the bathroom. Unfortunately it was crowded with people between classes. I didn't care. The handicapped stall was free so that is where I went. I pulled down my pants and panties and sat down. This time I wasn't interested in teasing myself. I covered my mouth with my hand and began rubbing my clit. It didn't take long. It was only a matter of seconds before I was cumming.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to stomp my feet. I wanted to roll around on the floor as my climax tore through my body. But I didn't. Really I couldn't. There was the usual girl chatter in the bathroom so I don't think anyone heard me, but I'm sure I had a guilty look on my face as I stepped out of the stall. Needless to say I did not send Peter an update.
Friday night I was trying to get my mind "in the zone" for the morning meet, but I wasn't successful. Memories of my bathroom orgasm and the promise of what was now just 24 hours away kept my mind on sex. Although my dinner time session in my pants down was successful, I couldn't get to sleep without playing with myself to completion. Fortunately my roommate was out partying and I had the place to myself. I finally fell sleep and rested well. I was thankful since my alarm went off at 7am to get ready for the meet.
I wasn't sure if Peter expected me to keep up my teasing regiment on Saturday. But since I'd cum twice on Friday I figured I should. When I sent him the update I told him I wouldn't be able to do a lunchtime session because the meet would be wrapping up. He told me before my last race to insert the balls. Damn. Well, that was going to make things interesting.
As anybody who has been to a swim meet knows the last events are usually the distance freestyle events. At first I wasn't going to follow Peter's instructions, but then I figured, what the hell. I was swimming the 800m free (16 lengths of the pool), which is very boring to me. I much prefer the 200 and 400IM. Since it was a dual meet (UC San Diego) it was really more of a practice so if I didn't swim my best time, it wasn't the end of the world.
There was plenty of time between my third and fourth (and final) events so I went back to the locker room. It was nearly noon and I needed to get aroused to insert the balls anyway so I did another quick masturbate to peak session. I was getting better at holding myself at that level but I didn't have too much time to waste so I slipped the balls inside of me, sent Peter a message and headed back to the pool.
With my tech suit fitting me like a second skin I didn't have to worry about the balls taking an embarrassing fall onto the pool deck. In fact I was getting pretty accustomed to wearing them and enjoying the sensation. By the time the race started I wasn't really thinking about them. I was in the zone.
The 800 and 1500m races are about pace and saving enough energy for a sprint at the end. Like I said I wasn't a fan of the distance races, but my coach was trying to convince me I was built for them. I didn't win my heat, but I did swim my best time thanks in no small part to the Ben Wa balls keeping my mind occupied instead of thinking about the pain my body was experiencing in the race. Looking back at my split times they were still too inconsistent, probably due to my thinking about sex, but overall it was a good race. As my coach congratulated me on cutting time I wondered what his reaction would be if I told him how.
After the meet I had to be careful in the shower. All the girls showered together and we would remove our suits under the warm spray of the showerhead. You have to be part contortionist to get the tech suits on and off and to see a group of girls all doing it at the same time must be funny looking. Of course I wasn't worried about what I looked like. I was more worried about losing the balls. I managed to get the last shower stall, squeezed my Kegel muscles tight around the balls and got out of my suit as quick as I could. One of the balls threatened to pop free as I was bent over, but a discrete move of my hand and push of a finger repositioned it safely inside of me. I felt so naughty showering with these girls while teasing myself at the same time. I wondered how many of them would enjoy Peter's insistence that I tease myself before meeting him. I'd never been particularly attracted to women but I had to admit as I watched them shower their athletic bodies were beautiful. I wondered where that thought came from and if it was a byproduct of Peter's teachings.
But I didn't want to dally sightseeing and headed to my locker as quickly as I could. I got dressed and headed back to my dorm without waiting for somebody to walk back with in case my needs became too much to bear again. Fortunately they did not.
The only communication with Peter was clarification on where to pick me up, instructions to wear a skirt and blouse (bra and panties were ok) and instructions to remove the balls, clean them in my mouth, put them back in their case and bring them with tonight. It didn't take long to finish getting ready. Now what was I going to do for five hours while I wait for him?
The clock seemed to tick in slow motion. I did some homework. Surfed the web a bit. Masturbated for a while. Tried not to think about what might happen tonight. Sat and looked out of my door room window at the quad. Finally my phone rang. It was the front desk saying I had a visitor. My smile must have been from ear to ear as I walked out of my room and toward the elevator. It was finally time.
The drive to Peter's house was uneventful. He didn't offer much in the way of conversation and I sat passively and watched the world go by as we climbed the roads into the Hollywood Hills in his Jag. His house was nice. Not a huge mansion, but certainly bigger than our house and in a much better neighborhood. He escorted me inside. It was nicely furnished and contemporary. He pointed to a bar in the corner of the living room and said I should make a drink if I wanted one. I didn't want to drink tonight. I wanted to be alert and, hopefully, enjoy every minute. I didn't want being drunk to taint our encounter. Peter walked into another room and returned a couple of minutes later.
"Come with me Brittney," he said holding out his hand. I walked to him and reached out my hand to meet his. He led me into a room I realized was a home office. He told me he works mostly from home. It was a generously sized room with a leather sofa and love seat. A large wooden desk with a large leather chair behind it, two leather chairs in front of it and a computer table with two PCs and three large monitors.
"Take off your clothes," he said curtly as he sat down at the computer table.
I was taken aback by the serious tone in his voice but I quickly did as he asked.
"Bra and panties too. Neatly fold everything on my desk," he corrected me when I thought I was done.
Soon I was naked before him, but he wasn't paying much attention to me. He was doing his email. I finished folding my clothes and neatly stacking them on his desk. My pussy was juicy and I he had not even touched me. I stood silently at the front of the desk for a couple of minutes until he stood back up and walked behind it. I watched as he opened a file drawer under the desk and dropped my clothes into it. He then locked it and held the key aloft so he was sure I saw it.
"For the next 16 hours (I did a quick calculation in my head. Noon tomorrow) you are mine to do with as I please. He then put the key in his pocket. At least I could get the key if I really needed it, but I was excited about having more time with him than he had spent with my mom. I was also excited that he was in control of my clothes and that I was free of making any decisions. He went back to the computer desk and sat down. Then he waved me over. He opened up an email from someone called UCLA_RA_P173. I didn't know any of the RA's except the one on my floor and didn't recognize the handle from any of the UCLA websites I frequented. When Peter opened the first attachment I almost fainted.
I was looking at a picture, obviously from a cell phone, of myself walking into a bathroom at school. The date/time stamp in the corner told me what I already knew. It was from Thursday and I was about to make myself cum in that bathroom. Peter then opened a second picture. No it wasn't me in the stall. I think I would have noticed that one being taken. But it was me leaving the bathroom. I was smiling and my cheeks were flush with post orgasmic joy.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Brittney?" he asked although I knew he could tell exactly what I'd done.
"I'd just masturbated per your instructions. I sent you a recap," I stammered. I knew from the time stamp that the picture was from between classes and not at lunch so maybe he would miss that fact. But Peter didn't miss anything.
"Looks to me like you came in that bathroom. Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything?"
I looked down at the floor. "I tried. I really tried. But after wearing the balls to class, when I touched my clit, I couldn't control myself. I climaxed."
"Thank you for telling me the truth Brittney, although I am disappointed you lied to me and tried to cover up your actions," he responded. "I require my partners to follow my instructions. I'll get your clothes and take you home."
I couldn't believe that was the end of our game. It can't end like this. I started crying. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me in a fatherly way.
"Don't cry little one. You're just not ready yet. Maybe someday soon."
I cried out defensively, "I am ready. You're all I have thought about all week. I've been wet and desperate for you since you left last Saturday night."
I felt his right arm release and felt his hand tracing down my side and then between us. He didn't waste time rubbing my clit. He simply pushed a finger inside of me.
"Well you were not lying about being wet for me," he chuckled to himself. "Ride my finger."
I wasn't 100% sure what he meant so I just started rolling my hips so I could slide up and down his finger. I wished he had his thumb by my clit, but I wasn't going to skip an opportunity to get in his good graces. I switched from having my hands around his chest to putting them around his neck so I could rut myself with more force. I was really getting into it when he told me to stop and pulled his hand back.
"You are a quick learner so there is hope for you yet," he told me. That made me smile and a warm feeling spread across my body.
"But there still is the matter of your orgasming without permission. You need to learn not to do that. Your safe word for today is 'Orange'. Do you know what a safe word is?"
I shook my head no.
"If anything gets too intense, use your safe word and we stop immediately. Understand?"
I nodded yes. He sat down at the computer chair again and then indicated I should stand next to him. Then he pulled me across his lap. I just expelled a huge breath. I'd never been spanked, especially in an erotic sense, but if this was what he wanted, then this is what he would get. He gave me a hard swat across my right butt cheek.
"Orange!" I blurted out reflexively.
He began to stand up so I stood up first and began rubbing my poor defenseless ass.
"Very well Brittney. I'll get your clothes," he said and began moving toward the other desk.
"No," I said. "I don't want to leave."
"But you used your safe word. Tonight is over."
"I'm sorry. I didn't understand. Please," I pleaded.
He looked at me as if he were tiring of me. "Last chance little girl."
He then sat down again. This time he didn't hold my hand. It was my responsibility to get back into position. With trepidation I took my position face down on his lap again. The spanking resumed.
I can't say I enjoyed it at first, but as my skin warmed up I noticed the heat began to spread to my pussy and then my clit. I began to absentmindedly grind myself on his leg. He responded by stopping the spanking to finger my pussy. That was much better. At first he only used one finger like he had when he had me ride his hand. Then he inserted a second finger and then a third. I was in heaven. Then he used his other hand to spread my ass cheeks and quickly put is middle finger, slick with my juices against my smiling asshole. Immediately I stopped grinding.
"I know you are not a virgin. Have any of your boyfriends taken your ass?"
Should I tell the truth and say no or should I lie to sound more experienced. One thing was for sure, I didn't want his cock in my ass.
"No, I've never had anything up my ass," I responded.
"That's a shame," he said. "As much as you like to masturbate, I figured you would have found out how many nerve endings you have back there.
I didn't reply. I'm sure he was right. I knew that from other stories I'd read online. But that knowledge didn't make what he was suggesting any easier. I knew my pussy would be tight enough for him given his girth. Why did he want my ass? His fingertip ran around my most holy of holes. I was ready to say Orange and just give up. Then he stopped and told me to stand up and open the desk drawer. Inside there were three butt plugs of different sizes, a tube of lube and a set of leather cuffs.
"I'll let you start with the small plug," he told me. "We'll work you up to the bigger ones and eventually you'll be able to experience the exquisite pleasure of taking me in your ass. Hand me the small plug and the lube."
I looked back into the drawer. Obviously I had no choice if I wanted to get his cock in my pussy any time soon. My eyes were drawn more to the cuffs than the plug however. I looked at them and my mind flashed back to my mom spread on her bed. I wondered if I let him tie me up if he would fuck me sooner. I reached for the plug and lube and handed it to him. He motioned that I should get back down on his lap.
"Just relax and let the plug do its job," he said. Yeah, right. That's easier said than done.
I'd tried to finger my ass a few times when I masturbated, but laying on his lap while he pushed what seemed like a baseball bat (even though it was the small one) into my rectum was the most humiliating thing I'd ever experienced. However once my ass snapped back shut around the plug, a strange sensation spread throughout my body. I will not say it felt good, but I did feel full and I had nerve endings I had never stimulated before starting to turn on. It was still scary, but I started to understand why someone could enjoy it.
Peter began to rub my ass checks and then squeezed them together tightening my grip on the plug. I decided to see if the cuffs were part of his plan and crossed my wrists in the small of my back like I'd seen my mother do.
"So little one," he mused. "Do you think asking for the cuffs will get you what you want?"
I gave my ass a little wiggle. "Yes, sir."
Peter leaned over me and reached for the cuffs in the drawer. The warmth from the spanking and the plug had spread over my body and the thought of him cuffing my wrists had my pussy creaming. He quickly buckled the cuffs over my delicate wrists. I tugged them twice confirming what I already knew. I was stuck. I wouldn't be able to defend myself against anything he wanted to do. And I loved it.
Peter resumed fingering my pussy. I was in heaven being under his control. I was ready to suck him off, fuck him or whatever he wanted. I was mewing in pleasure as he slowly teased me. Then something unexpected happened. His computer started chirping. He was getting a Skype call. What was more unexpected was the thumbnail picture on the call id was my mom. I know he could tell my whole body just tensed up.
"Lay still and be quiet," he commanded. "The camera is angled just above your butt. If you don't move she will not see you, although the microphone is sensitive so try to be quiet."
Sunday was awkward at home as both my mom and I were trying very hard not to talk about what happened Saturday night. I ended up going back to the dorm early in the afternoon. I tried to do some homework but my mind was too focused on Peter and earning his attention. I think my roommate must have though I was sick since I had to excuse myself to go down the hall to the bathroom so many times. She probably felt I had food poisoning. I couldn't tell her I was so horny I had to go and masturbate almost continually to keep from going crazy.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday found me back in my normal school and swimming routine. This was a good thing, as I didn't have much time to daydream about big cocks. I still thought of Peter in the odd moments, but I felt I finally was back in control of my emotions. That is until he sent me a text message on Thursday. The problem was he sent it during a class and I made the mistake of discretely reading it. The message was simple. It said "I'll pick you up at 7pm on Saturday. Plan to spend the night."
I felt my pussy begin to moisten. Then the tingles started. It was demanding my attention but there was no way I could give it in the middle of a packed lecture hall. The rest of the class was a blur. My mind was elsewhere. The professor could have said the building was on fire and I would not have noticed.
I couldn't respond until after class. There is a text-messaging ban during class and if you are caught this professor liked to read the messages you are sending to everyone. It was risky enough to read his text. If I had replied I was too scared I would have been busted. After class I immediately accepted his invitation. Fortunately there was only a morning dual meet that weekend so I would be done by 1ish. I let Peter know I was at his disposal (wording on purpose) after 2:30 or so. I wanted to be sure I had time to shower and primp a bit for him.
He replied that he wanted to be sure I was prepared for a night of new experiences. He asked if I had been with anybody during the week. I replied no. I confessed that I had masturbated a lot on Sunday, but not since. He told me he wanted me to masturbate three times per day (before breakfast, around lunchtime and after dinner) but that I was not allowed to cum. He wanted me to take myself to the edge and then stop. He said this was the first step to learning how to control my orgasms. He also said I was to text him after each time and let him know how it went.
Since it was lunchtime and I was already horny from getting the text, I ducked into the next bathroom I could find. Fortunately it was empty, but I tried to be quiet anyway. It was incredibly hard not to make myself cum. Sitting in the stall with my fingertips dancing on my clit, I wanted so badly to jam my fingers deep into my pussy. But I figured following his instruction was the first step in earning my place on his cock so I followed his orders, stopped just in time and then sent him a recap. I felt proud for having completed the task. He did not reply.
That was a little disappointing, but I had to get to swim practice so I didn't worry too much. After dinner I masturbated again. This time when I was on the edge I was able to hold back and go a little longer without cumming before I had to stop. I reported this back to Peter and again there was no response. That night in bed I really wanted to masturbate again, but I held true and controlled myself. I didn't sleep well, but I had obeyed the rules. It was one small victory for me.
Friday morning after I sent my report, Peter did reply and told me to wear the Ben Wa balls to class. Knowing how they affected me last Saturday I wasn't thrilled with this idea, but I did it. The walk across the quad was insufferable. I didn't think I would make it until my lunchtime finger session before I had to get off. I shouldn't have even been in class. I got nothing out of it. My mind was a lust filled fog and I began counting down the hours until Peter would pick me up.
I had a few minutes between classes on Friday morning and I couldn't take the teasing any more. I slipped into the bathroom. Unfortunately it was crowded with people between classes. I didn't care. The handicapped stall was free so that is where I went. I pulled down my pants and panties and sat down. This time I wasn't interested in teasing myself. I covered my mouth with my hand and began rubbing my clit. It didn't take long. It was only a matter of seconds before I was cumming.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to stomp my feet. I wanted to roll around on the floor as my climax tore through my body. But I didn't. Really I couldn't. There was the usual girl chatter in the bathroom so I don't think anyone heard me, but I'm sure I had a guilty look on my face as I stepped out of the stall. Needless to say I did not send Peter an update.
Friday night I was trying to get my mind "in the zone" for the morning meet, but I wasn't successful. Memories of my bathroom orgasm and the promise of what was now just 24 hours away kept my mind on sex. Although my dinner time session in my pants down was successful, I couldn't get to sleep without playing with myself to completion. Fortunately my roommate was out partying and I had the place to myself. I finally fell sleep and rested well. I was thankful since my alarm went off at 7am to get ready for the meet.
I wasn't sure if Peter expected me to keep up my teasing regiment on Saturday. But since I'd cum twice on Friday I figured I should. When I sent him the update I told him I wouldn't be able to do a lunchtime session because the meet would be wrapping up. He told me before my last race to insert the balls. Damn. Well, that was going to make things interesting.
As anybody who has been to a swim meet knows the last events are usually the distance freestyle events. At first I wasn't going to follow Peter's instructions, but then I figured, what the hell. I was swimming the 800m free (16 lengths of the pool), which is very boring to me. I much prefer the 200 and 400IM. Since it was a dual meet (UC San Diego) it was really more of a practice so if I didn't swim my best time, it wasn't the end of the world.
There was plenty of time between my third and fourth (and final) events so I went back to the locker room. It was nearly noon and I needed to get aroused to insert the balls anyway so I did another quick masturbate to peak session. I was getting better at holding myself at that level but I didn't have too much time to waste so I slipped the balls inside of me, sent Peter a message and headed back to the pool.
With my tech suit fitting me like a second skin I didn't have to worry about the balls taking an embarrassing fall onto the pool deck. In fact I was getting pretty accustomed to wearing them and enjoying the sensation. By the time the race started I wasn't really thinking about them. I was in the zone.
The 800 and 1500m races are about pace and saving enough energy for a sprint at the end. Like I said I wasn't a fan of the distance races, but my coach was trying to convince me I was built for them. I didn't win my heat, but I did swim my best time thanks in no small part to the Ben Wa balls keeping my mind occupied instead of thinking about the pain my body was experiencing in the race. Looking back at my split times they were still too inconsistent, probably due to my thinking about sex, but overall it was a good race. As my coach congratulated me on cutting time I wondered what his reaction would be if I told him how.
After the meet I had to be careful in the shower. All the girls showered together and we would remove our suits under the warm spray of the showerhead. You have to be part contortionist to get the tech suits on and off and to see a group of girls all doing it at the same time must be funny looking. Of course I wasn't worried about what I looked like. I was more worried about losing the balls. I managed to get the last shower stall, squeezed my Kegel muscles tight around the balls and got out of my suit as quick as I could. One of the balls threatened to pop free as I was bent over, but a discrete move of my hand and push of a finger repositioned it safely inside of me. I felt so naughty showering with these girls while teasing myself at the same time. I wondered how many of them would enjoy Peter's insistence that I tease myself before meeting him. I'd never been particularly attracted to women but I had to admit as I watched them shower their athletic bodies were beautiful. I wondered where that thought came from and if it was a byproduct of Peter's teachings.
But I didn't want to dally sightseeing and headed to my locker as quickly as I could. I got dressed and headed back to my dorm without waiting for somebody to walk back with in case my needs became too much to bear again. Fortunately they did not.
The only communication with Peter was clarification on where to pick me up, instructions to wear a skirt and blouse (bra and panties were ok) and instructions to remove the balls, clean them in my mouth, put them back in their case and bring them with tonight. It didn't take long to finish getting ready. Now what was I going to do for five hours while I wait for him?
The clock seemed to tick in slow motion. I did some homework. Surfed the web a bit. Masturbated for a while. Tried not to think about what might happen tonight. Sat and looked out of my door room window at the quad. Finally my phone rang. It was the front desk saying I had a visitor. My smile must have been from ear to ear as I walked out of my room and toward the elevator. It was finally time.
The drive to Peter's house was uneventful. He didn't offer much in the way of conversation and I sat passively and watched the world go by as we climbed the roads into the Hollywood Hills in his Jag. His house was nice. Not a huge mansion, but certainly bigger than our house and in a much better neighborhood. He escorted me inside. It was nicely furnished and contemporary. He pointed to a bar in the corner of the living room and said I should make a drink if I wanted one. I didn't want to drink tonight. I wanted to be alert and, hopefully, enjoy every minute. I didn't want being drunk to taint our encounter. Peter walked into another room and returned a couple of minutes later.
"Come with me Brittney," he said holding out his hand. I walked to him and reached out my hand to meet his. He led me into a room I realized was a home office. He told me he works mostly from home. It was a generously sized room with a leather sofa and love seat. A large wooden desk with a large leather chair behind it, two leather chairs in front of it and a computer table with two PCs and three large monitors.
"Take off your clothes," he said curtly as he sat down at the computer table.
I was taken aback by the serious tone in his voice but I quickly did as he asked.
"Bra and panties too. Neatly fold everything on my desk," he corrected me when I thought I was done.
Soon I was naked before him, but he wasn't paying much attention to me. He was doing his email. I finished folding my clothes and neatly stacking them on his desk. My pussy was juicy and I he had not even touched me. I stood silently at the front of the desk for a couple of minutes until he stood back up and walked behind it. I watched as he opened a file drawer under the desk and dropped my clothes into it. He then locked it and held the key aloft so he was sure I saw it.
"For the next 16 hours (I did a quick calculation in my head. Noon tomorrow) you are mine to do with as I please. He then put the key in his pocket. At least I could get the key if I really needed it, but I was excited about having more time with him than he had spent with my mom. I was also excited that he was in control of my clothes and that I was free of making any decisions. He went back to the computer desk and sat down. Then he waved me over. He opened up an email from someone called UCLA_RA_P173. I didn't know any of the RA's except the one on my floor and didn't recognize the handle from any of the UCLA websites I frequented. When Peter opened the first attachment I almost fainted.
I was looking at a picture, obviously from a cell phone, of myself walking into a bathroom at school. The date/time stamp in the corner told me what I already knew. It was from Thursday and I was about to make myself cum in that bathroom. Peter then opened a second picture. No it wasn't me in the stall. I think I would have noticed that one being taken. But it was me leaving the bathroom. I was smiling and my cheeks were flush with post orgasmic joy.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Brittney?" he asked although I knew he could tell exactly what I'd done.
"I'd just masturbated per your instructions. I sent you a recap," I stammered. I knew from the time stamp that the picture was from between classes and not at lunch so maybe he would miss that fact. But Peter didn't miss anything.
"Looks to me like you came in that bathroom. Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything?"
I looked down at the floor. "I tried. I really tried. But after wearing the balls to class, when I touched my clit, I couldn't control myself. I climaxed."
"Thank you for telling me the truth Brittney, although I am disappointed you lied to me and tried to cover up your actions," he responded. "I require my partners to follow my instructions. I'll get your clothes and take you home."
I couldn't believe that was the end of our game. It can't end like this. I started crying. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me in a fatherly way.
"Don't cry little one. You're just not ready yet. Maybe someday soon."
I cried out defensively, "I am ready. You're all I have thought about all week. I've been wet and desperate for you since you left last Saturday night."
I felt his right arm release and felt his hand tracing down my side and then between us. He didn't waste time rubbing my clit. He simply pushed a finger inside of me.
"Well you were not lying about being wet for me," he chuckled to himself. "Ride my finger."
I wasn't 100% sure what he meant so I just started rolling my hips so I could slide up and down his finger. I wished he had his thumb by my clit, but I wasn't going to skip an opportunity to get in his good graces. I switched from having my hands around his chest to putting them around his neck so I could rut myself with more force. I was really getting into it when he told me to stop and pulled his hand back.
"You are a quick learner so there is hope for you yet," he told me. That made me smile and a warm feeling spread across my body.
"But there still is the matter of your orgasming without permission. You need to learn not to do that. Your safe word for today is 'Orange'. Do you know what a safe word is?"
I shook my head no.
"If anything gets too intense, use your safe word and we stop immediately. Understand?"
I nodded yes. He sat down at the computer chair again and then indicated I should stand next to him. Then he pulled me across his lap. I just expelled a huge breath. I'd never been spanked, especially in an erotic sense, but if this was what he wanted, then this is what he would get. He gave me a hard swat across my right butt cheek.
"Orange!" I blurted out reflexively.
He began to stand up so I stood up first and began rubbing my poor defenseless ass.
"Very well Brittney. I'll get your clothes," he said and began moving toward the other desk.
"No," I said. "I don't want to leave."
"But you used your safe word. Tonight is over."
"I'm sorry. I didn't understand. Please," I pleaded.
He looked at me as if he were tiring of me. "Last chance little girl."
He then sat down again. This time he didn't hold my hand. It was my responsibility to get back into position. With trepidation I took my position face down on his lap again. The spanking resumed.
I can't say I enjoyed it at first, but as my skin warmed up I noticed the heat began to spread to my pussy and then my clit. I began to absentmindedly grind myself on his leg. He responded by stopping the spanking to finger my pussy. That was much better. At first he only used one finger like he had when he had me ride his hand. Then he inserted a second finger and then a third. I was in heaven. Then he used his other hand to spread my ass cheeks and quickly put is middle finger, slick with my juices against my smiling asshole. Immediately I stopped grinding.
"I know you are not a virgin. Have any of your boyfriends taken your ass?"
Should I tell the truth and say no or should I lie to sound more experienced. One thing was for sure, I didn't want his cock in my ass.
"No, I've never had anything up my ass," I responded.
"That's a shame," he said. "As much as you like to masturbate, I figured you would have found out how many nerve endings you have back there.
I didn't reply. I'm sure he was right. I knew that from other stories I'd read online. But that knowledge didn't make what he was suggesting any easier. I knew my pussy would be tight enough for him given his girth. Why did he want my ass? His fingertip ran around my most holy of holes. I was ready to say Orange and just give up. Then he stopped and told me to stand up and open the desk drawer. Inside there were three butt plugs of different sizes, a tube of lube and a set of leather cuffs.
"I'll let you start with the small plug," he told me. "We'll work you up to the bigger ones and eventually you'll be able to experience the exquisite pleasure of taking me in your ass. Hand me the small plug and the lube."
I looked back into the drawer. Obviously I had no choice if I wanted to get his cock in my pussy any time soon. My eyes were drawn more to the cuffs than the plug however. I looked at them and my mind flashed back to my mom spread on her bed. I wondered if I let him tie me up if he would fuck me sooner. I reached for the plug and lube and handed it to him. He motioned that I should get back down on his lap.
"Just relax and let the plug do its job," he said. Yeah, right. That's easier said than done.
I'd tried to finger my ass a few times when I masturbated, but laying on his lap while he pushed what seemed like a baseball bat (even though it was the small one) into my rectum was the most humiliating thing I'd ever experienced. However once my ass snapped back shut around the plug, a strange sensation spread throughout my body. I will not say it felt good, but I did feel full and I had nerve endings I had never stimulated before starting to turn on. It was still scary, but I started to understand why someone could enjoy it.
Peter began to rub my ass checks and then squeezed them together tightening my grip on the plug. I decided to see if the cuffs were part of his plan and crossed my wrists in the small of my back like I'd seen my mother do.
"So little one," he mused. "Do you think asking for the cuffs will get you what you want?"
I gave my ass a little wiggle. "Yes, sir."
Peter leaned over me and reached for the cuffs in the drawer. The warmth from the spanking and the plug had spread over my body and the thought of him cuffing my wrists had my pussy creaming. He quickly buckled the cuffs over my delicate wrists. I tugged them twice confirming what I already knew. I was stuck. I wouldn't be able to defend myself against anything he wanted to do. And I loved it.
Peter resumed fingering my pussy. I was in heaven being under his control. I was ready to suck him off, fuck him or whatever he wanted. I was mewing in pleasure as he slowly teased me. Then something unexpected happened. His computer started chirping. He was getting a Skype call. What was more unexpected was the thumbnail picture on the call id was my mom. I know he could tell my whole body just tensed up.
"Lay still and be quiet," he commanded. "The camera is angled just above your butt. If you don't move she will not see you, although the microphone is sensitive so try to be quiet."
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