Romote Control - Sex Stories

Romote Control

... wincing at the pain but at the same time experiencing the unmistakable tingle of arousal deep in her cunt. She lowered her other hand to her cunt and took hold of one of her cunt rings, again she pulled and twisted and again she felt the tantalizing mixture of pleasure and pain. Her fingers brushing against her clitoris made her quiver with desire. She so desperately wanted to fuck herself with her fingers. She reached for the phone. `Cn I ply w my cunt?' She texted. `No!', came the response. Then, `The next relief you have will be at my hand'. Tears of frustration rolled down her face as she texted, `When?' `Soon', came the simple reply. The next few days were agony. She was unable to concentrate on anything and was reprimanded several times for problems her inattention caused. Finally she was called into Steven's office. "What is wrong with you?" her boss asked her as he shut the door. "What do you mean?" she said as she sat down. "You seem distracted and your work is suffering, is there a problem at home?" he asked She found him hard to read, and was not sure if this was genuine concern, or if it was just a way of pointing out her work was suffering. She fobbed him off with a few bland comments and headed back to her desk. She knew she should keep up with her work, but she did not care. She spent the whole time just waiting for the text message. It finally arrived Friday lunchtime as she was talking to her colleague at her desk. Her hand shook as she reached for her ...

... phone. "Are you ok?' her colleague asked. "Yeah fine", she replied nervously. "Important call?" He asked as she opened the text. `Are you ready to submit fully?' it read. "Very", she replied as her colleague left her alone at her desk entering her reply. `Yes' she texted in response The text back was an address a few blocks from her office. Her heart was racing as, a few minutes later, she parked outside the nondescript building that matched the address on her phone. She was beeped through the door and took the elevator to the 4th floor. She knocked the door and waited for a response. After a few moments silence she knocked again, again with no response from inside. She checked her phone. This was the right address. She knocked again. What was going on, was this all a big joke? She was about to leave when she decided to try the door. It was unlocked and she found herself in a bright white room reminiscent of a Doctor's Surgery. The only furniture was a black leather treatment table, a black leather stool and a white cupboard. After a few minutes alone in the room she began to feel uncomfortable. Maybe she should have texted to ask what to do? She returned to the door to find she was locked in. A few seconds later her phone beeped with a new message. It said simply, `Undress'. She looked around her then began to remove her few garments, only a skirt and top, as instructed; folding her discarded garments and leaving them on the stool. Now naked she sat on the edge of the treatment ...