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Chapter One
My name is Michele, yeah that’s right, one L only. That’s the least of my worries now. You see, I got an e-mail the today from an unknown co-worker. In the e-mail it told me that I had left my journal in his office and he have been reading it night and day. I have no idea who it might be, but it has all my secrets in it. Things I wouldn’t want anyone to know. Now he’s telling me that unless I do exactly as he says, he will make my journal public and I will be ruined.
My journal has all my dark secrets in it. I’ve been writing it since I was in High School. I don’t have much experience. I mean, I only had one boyfriend in school. But I think about sex alot. Who knows when it all started, maybe it was when I found my parents porn stash. I would look at it every now and again when they were out. It intrigued me, made me wonder what it would be like to something sexual.
It seemed to me when I was younger, that I was always daydreaming about sex, role playing in my head. I always seemed to be the damsel in distress, waiting for my good looking prince to come save me and whisk me away to his castle and ravish me. Or taken by a group of pirates, who used me as their sex slave. I know, but I was young then. It did somehow morph into something of a fetish.
You see, I’m a submissive, both in and out of bed. That’s someone who conforms to the will of others, in a meekly obedient or passive way. Looking back, I’ve always been one. I did what my parents told me. I followed what my group of friends said I should do. My journal has all of my submissive thoughts in it. Things I want to try,, people I have fantasized about, some of whom work here.
I couldn’t afford college, so I took this job as a night filing clerk was perfect. It lets me take classes during the day and work at night. I live in a very small flat with two roommates. I don’t know them well, but got connected to them by the campus directory. We were all looking for a roommates to share in rent and expenses. If I lose my job, I have to leave school, and I have no where else to go. My parents sold their place and moved to Florida once I left for college.
I’m scared of what losing my journal will cost me. I answer the e-mail and ask him (I’m only assuming its a him at this point) what he wants. He quickly responds back and tell me to send him a picture of myself…….”naked.” I think there was an audible gasp when I read this. I’ve only been naked in front of someone a couple of times but it was always in the dark, with the lights turned off.
I wouldn’t say I’m attractive. But I haven’t had too many problems attracting the opposite sex. But Mr. Right has not walked into my life, several Mr. Wrongs have, but who’s counting. I just turned 21 a month ago. My measurements are 38D-27-38 or a size 14. I have naturally curly blonde hair. I’m not a model by any stretch of the imagination and I’ve always felt like I was on the chubby side and kind of plain.
I am torn about what to do. I have no one I ask for help from. No one knows of my secrets or my journal, except this person asking me to send a picture of myself naked. I send an e-mail back and ask if there is anything I can do besides the picture. He texts back saying he will take it under consideration if I send my cell number. I e-mail back my cell number. I get a text a few seconds later.
He tells me that I am going to do everything that he asks or my journal will make it to the local papers and news programs. That I will enjoy all the attention I will receive from them. I can’t let that happen. I can’t afford to move, or leave school. I have nowhere else to go and no one I can turn to.
I strip down in my room. I move in front of vanity mirror and look at myself. Why would he want to see me like this. I’m nothing special. I take my phone and snap a quick picture of myself. Then send it via text message. He responds quickly, and tells me that I have been a “good girl.” I can’t help but feel a little tingle at those words. The submissive in me relishes being someone’s “good girl.”
As ashamed as I am, I still reach down and finger my clit. I close my eyes, as I run a finger through my wet folds. My other hand pulls on my nipple. I feel an electric spark run from my engorged nipple to my clit. I can’t believe I’m doing this because someone has forced me to send a picture of me naked. My playing is interrupted when my cell blips with another text. He asks if I am playing with myself.
Oh my god, can he see me? How does he know what I’m doing. I text back “no.” I don’t know why I lied, but he sends a text back that he knows I’m lying and I will be punished for it. I don’t respond. There is nothing for quite a while. I am anxious about what kind of punishment he will make me do.
I have a class this afternoon, so I shower and get ready. When I get out, there is a text for me. He’s instructed me to wear the shortest skirt I have and tight blouse, no bra, no panties. I am to send a picture before I leave for class. Wait, how does he know I have a class today? I am so nervous. I can’t think straight.
I look through my closet. I don’t have many short skirts, but I find a “school girl” outfit I wore for Halloween a few years back. But I can’t wear that to school, everyone will laugh at me. But it's all I really have. I put it on and send a pic. He texted right back, suggesting I wear my hair in pigtails to top off the ensemble. I blush with embarrassment. I do as I’m told and send another pic. Again, he follows with a “good girl” text and I’m off to class.
I am totally mortified. My skirt is so short that if I so much as sneeze, everyone will see my sex. And my breasts wobble with my every step. I hold my books against them to hide this. As much as I am complaining about this, I am leaking like a slut in heat and my nipples feel like they are going to poke a hole in my blouse.
I make it to class without anyone talking to me. I sit on the front row as usual but this time I’m there so that fewer people will have the chance to peek up my skirt. Class goes by slowly. It seems like the seconds are ticking like molasses out of jar on a cold day.
I do catch my professor eyeing me more than once. My face flushes. I have no way to cover the obvious excitement of being watched. My nipples are betraying me. When the bell rings, I gather my things quickly, but the professor stops me and asks to speak with me after class in his office. Holy crap, what is he going to do?
I hold back, and follow him to his office. When inside, he has me sit down. He asks if I am feeling alright. I tell him yes and wonder why he is asking. He tells me that I seem a little flushed in class, and maybe I’m coming down with something. I smile meekly, and tell him I have been working nights and have not been getting much sleep, with my studies and all. He offers to tutor me if I fall behind. (I’m carrying an A in his class.) I thank him, and he excuses me.
I’m coming out of the professor's office when I see Matt. I’ve helped him with a few papers before. He stops me and compliments me on my attire. I blush and tell him it's wash day and I had nothing else clean. I catch him staring at my breasts. My nipples go on full erect mode, and I feel a rush of fluids to my nether region.
Matt walks me back to my apartment, luckily its only a few blocks. I thank him, and head inside, leaving him there standing. I quickly go to my room and slip out of clothes. God, I feel such a rush. I would have never have done anything like that in a million years, but I guess judging from my response I’m something of a reluctant exhibitionist.
I start to lay down for nap so I can go to work later tonight. I get a text, he asks who the guy was walking me home. (Who ever this guy is sees everything I do.) How can that be. I don’t answer the text. But he sends another one, asking if I have sucked his cock before. Again I don’t answer. Finally, he sends another text that if I continue to not answer, I would regret it.
I answer back that, no, I never have done anything with Matt. He asks why, and I tell him that Matt is out of my league. He’s a star baseball player and I just helped with with some of his papers a while back. His text came back that Matt seemed pretty interested in me today. I texted back that I needed to get some sleep so I could go to work later. He told me I had been a “good girl” today and to keep it up.
Chapter Two
I couldn’t sleep much. I was restless and kept thinking about what he said about Matt. My body is all a flutter. I toss and turn but finally drift off to sleep. But in my dreams, I get no relief. I dream about a faceless man, who I assume is my tormentor. In my dream, he is in my room watching me as I sleep. He pulls the covers back to find me naked. His hands softly caress my body. He ties me down and I am spread eagle on my bed.
I can’t move at all, as he explores my body. His fingers lightly touch my nipples. They crinkle to his touch and ache to be played with more. He leans in to softly kiss them, rolling his tongue around the hard buds. I whimper. His soft kisses move up and lightly tease my neck. He sucks at the base of my neck. A chill comes over my body, surging down to my sex.
He doesn’t kiss me, but trails wet kisses down my stomach, stopping at the inside part of hip bone. Oh god, not there. I feel a rush of my fluids, as my body betrays me. I push my hips up, begging for him to kiss me down there. He moves there but only kisses around my sex. Down my inner thighs, I feel his wet lips. He takes little nips at my flesh. His hands are still on my breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples.
My hips are still arching towards him, but he continues to keep me at bay. I feel his hot breath on my sex. The lips of my vagina open like a flower for him. Waiting, wanting, needing his touch. I’m biting my lower lip, almost drawing blood, if only he would kiss me there. My whole body is trembling.
He unties me and flips me over. Once he has me tied once more, his torment begins again. His soft kisses start at my back and work up to the base of my neck. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and pulls my head back. This gives him access to my neck. He bites me softly. Electricity shoots down my body. It’s as if he has lit me on fire. I am grinding my sex against the mattress.
He gives me a hard slap on my ass. I’m still grinding and he slaps my ass again. I stop. His hands move down my back, softly kneading my tense muscles. His strong hands cup my reddening ass cheeks. I feel the warmth from his slaps. He spreads my cheeks and I feel his warm breath on my sex again. I lift my ass up to him, begging him again with my actions, to kiss me there.
Slowly, I feel his strong fingers slipping between my legs. I hold perfectly still, not wanting to do anything that would make him stop. The tips of his finger trail through my wet labia, still splayed for him because of my need. They slip into my hole and enter only a few inches. He’s still teasing me.
He removes them but they go down to my clit. His fingers are slick from my juices and glide around my erect bid. I whimper with need. I still remain motionless, not wanting this to stop. His finger flicks across my clit and I jump. I’m on fire. His touch is driving me crazy. His fingers is still teasing my clit. Around and around, with a small flick over it from time to time. He starts to go in a pattern.
I am getting close. I feel my body edging closer to release. His thumb slips easily into my sex, as his fingers manipulate my clit. I’m trembling, my body aching with desire. I’m pushing back against his thumb, but still grinding on his fingers. I so close, so close. I scream out……”Sir, please let me cum!”
Then I wake up. My hand is between my legs. I have three fingers inside me. I’m covered with sweat. I am so close. I spread my legs and keep fingering myself. I pretend that he is watching me. Watching me make myself cum for him. It doesn’t take long before I am lost in an orgasmic cloud. I’m as high on endorphins as you can get, floating down, down, down, until I am resting on my bed again, trying to catch my breath.
I sit up in the bed. My heart's still pounding. I feel tingles all over my body. That was the best orgasm ever! My god if that was a dream, what would the real thing be like? I get up and start to take a shower. I see that I have a text message. It says that I am supposed to shave my pubic hair off and dress as I did this morning, a short skirt, and a tight blouse. No mention of bra or panties, but have to assume that I’m not allowed.
Chapter Three
I finish my shower, having removed my pubic hair. It feels all tingly. I want to touch it while I’m getting dressed. I find another short skirt, its not as short as the one I wore to class, but it's above the knee. I can’t find another blouse that is tight enough, so I end up wearing the one from this morning. I look at myself in the mirror. I look different somehow. Nothing's changed, but I feel sexier. My nipples are poking out from my blouse, and I tweak them.
I quickly text a picture for approval. He responds back that it is to his satisfaction. He then asks for a picture of my shaved pussy. I text him back I don’t feel comfortable sending a pic of my vagina. He texts back that it is his “pussy” and I will send a pic of “his pussy” now. I lift my skirt and send him a pic. He texts back, asking if I have been playing with his pussy?
I reply, “yes Sir.”
He responds, “I like the Sir but I don’t want you playing with my pussy without permission.”
I reply again, “Yes Sir.”
I go on and finish getting ready for work. I make it there by bus. I got a few stares from passengers but no one spoke to me, thank god. When I get to work. I start right away putting away files that have been completed today. I hardly see anyone else. It's like that most of the time. I am assigned two of the floors in our four story building. Usually, the only people I see are with the janitorial service.
Time seems to drift by. I try to stay busy with filing. While I am in some of the offices, I secretly wonder which one of the executives has my journal. There are a few that I wished had it. Most of them are old and married. I have nothing against older men but I just not sure I would feel comfortable doing this with them. I find no clues in any of the offices.
I take my lunch break. My body is still humming from my dream earlier. I can’t believe I called him Sir. God I’m a dork. My face flushes, thinking about my earlier orgasm. Should I tell him it was the best one ever? My mind is wondering when I get a text. It’s 1am, is he still up?
He tells me that when my shift ends at 3am, I’m to go to the 3rd floor supply room. I know right where that is. It is rarely used, mostly as an overflow for supplies. I have only been there once. Will he meet me there? Will I get to touch him? Will he touch me? The times slowly goes by now. My first few hours flew by in comparison.
When it almost 3am, I pack up my stuff and head to the 3rd floor. No one is there yet and the floor is silent. I quickly go to the supply closet and enter. No one is there. Am I early? Is he coming? I get a text to remove all of my clothing and use a cleaning cloth to blindfold myself. I find a cloth and do as I’m told. My clothes are neatly piled on one of the shelves. When I am finished, I get another text to be waiting like a good submissive would.
I kneel down facing the door. My legs are spread and my hands are behind my head. I wait patiently. No one comes. It feels like hours. I hear something moving on the outside. I don’t know if its him or someone showing up to work early. I am on edge. I’m afraid to be found here like this. My nervousness is getting the best of me. I’m about to get up when I hear the knob turn. This is it. I will be found or it will be him.
I am biting down on my lower lip when he closes the door. He says nothing at first. My heart is about to beat out of my chest. I can hardly breath. His hand runs through my hair. I whimper.
“That’s my good girl. So we finally meet.”
His voice if liquid sex. It’s deep and resonates straight to my loins. I am only able to gasps for breath. His hand feels warm and inviting. He grabs my ponytail and pulls my head back. I feel his warm breath on my neck. OMG my neck, he’s going to bite me like my dream. Instead I get a soft kiss and nips at my neck. The rush is so invigorating. My nipples peek. My chest flushes and the rush of fluids leak from my quim. “His pussy.”
His hand moves down to my breast, cupping it. The strong hand squeezes me, and lifting it before letting it fall. It sways back to a rest. Then his fingers tweak my nipple. An audible moan escapes my lips. I push my breast out further, begging for him to touch them again. He squeezes the other, pulling it upward too. Then letting it fall.
I feel his warm lips take in my nipple. Swirling his tongue around the bud, then biting it. I yelp. His soft kisses move to the other nipple and repeat the same thing. Biting my nipple, sends a warm tingle down my spine. Fluids are leaking down my thigh now.
“Please Sir,” I beg.
“Please what Michele?”
“Touch me down there, please.”
“Where Michele?”
“My sex,” I say.
“You mean my pussy?”
“Yes Sir, please touch your pussy.”
His hand trails down my stomach. It's like his hand is a hot stone. Every place he touches scalds my skin. I push my hips out when he reaches between my legs. My clit is swollen and waiting for him to touch me. His hand cups my pussy, “his pussy.” I exhale, I didn't even know I was holding my breath.
His fingers slip between my wet folds. He enters me with two fingers. They slip in with no resistance.
“Thank you Sir,” exhaling again.
His fingers move in and out of my slit. I’m trembling with need. I have been thinking about this moment for the past hour while I was waiting. His thumb rubs across my clitty and I start to grind against his hand. I am getting close. The sloshing sounds of my wet pussy, “his pussy” only add fuel to my inner fire. I am such a wanton slut for him. Keeling in a closet, naked, with a man I can’t even see fingering me to climax.
“Do you want to cum Michele?”
“Oh god, yes SIr.”
“Am I going to get any more resistance from you?”
“No Sir.”
“Whose pussy and I fingering Michele?”
“Yours SIr.”
“Tell me Michele. Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please finger your pussy Sir and make me cum for you!”
“Cum for me Michele.”
With that I am flying again. This time with his fingers in my pussy, his pussy. My body writhes, as the spasms shake me uncontrollably. My channel clinches his fingers, who keep working them in and out of my pussy, his pussy. I’m about to topple over, so I grab his pant leg and lean into him. My head rests against his thigh, but I feel the bulge in his pants. Oh my god, its his cock, and it feel huge.
I nuzzle his cock, as he continues to fuck me. His fingers curl up and rub against the spongy lump of my G-spot. It’s very sensitive and I feel like I’m going to pee. I try to move away from his fingers but he is persistent. Before long I am cumming once more. My lips go around the bulge in his pants, as he sends me over the edge again. This time my juices flood his hand. The sloshing sounds of my climax send another shudder through my body.
He finally stops his ministrations and I try to catch my breath. I’m still nuzzling his cock through his pants. I’m purring on the inside and out. As I slowly regain some composure, I reach up to unbuckle his trousers. His hands stop me.
“Not this time Michele. We are done for this morning.”
With that he wipes my juices onto my breasts. I feel my slippery juices and smell my arousal. I want so much to please him. I want him in my mouth. I’ve never done that before, but I want so much to do it with him. I read about it, and it makes me feel so submissive to do it. I whimper again. Begging to be allowed to please him. When he is finished wiping my juices off on me, he leans in and kisses me on the mouth. His tongue pushes in and takes me. I have never felt so owned in all of my short life.
Breaking his kiss, “I want you to keep your juices on you all day. I will text you with more later. I have left something for you on the shelf here. I will send a text with what I want you to do with it. Do you understand Michele?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl.”
And with that the door opens and he leaves. I wait a minute, then I lift the blindfold off and get my things together. I quickly dress and find the envelope he left me. It has a pre-paid debit card in it. The name on the card is “Good Girl.” At first I am ashamed. Am I his whore now, to have sex with for money? I exit the closet and rush to catch the first bus. I don’t want to miss it because the next one doesn’t come along for another hour.
I make it just in time. My breasts are swaying as I step onto the bus. No one is on it. Most are coming to town, not leaving it. I sit in my seat and think about what just happened. I can smell the sex on my breasts. I wonder if the bus driver could as well. When I get home I head to my room and remove my clothes. I lay on the bed and wonder if this is what I need in my life. I have had two of the best orgasms in my life with a man I have never really seen or met.
As much as I would like to complain, my body is still tingling from his fingers. I run my hands across my body. Touching my nipples, which have been hard all day, down to my pussy, his pussy. Its still wet and leaking from his touch. I lay there on the bed, waiting for his next text, his next command. I am so owned by him.
To be continued……..
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