20th March 2017 - Bloghops - 3 Comments

Masturbation Monday – Switching the Control #BDSM #Domination #MasturbationMonday

The Masturbation Monday image prompt made me think of a woman touching herself for her partner’s pleasure and I was happily reminded of a hot little novella I wrote where Melissa ends up giving complete control to a work competitor for a whole week and one particular scene which always gets me hot under the collar.  So thanks Kayla for the excuse to share it!

 

“Okay, I’m going to give you a list of instructions and I want you to follow them to the letter without question. Any variation, alteration or protestation and I will take you over my knee and I will spank you. Clear?”

I nodded. I didn’t want to anger him further even though my stomach did a strange little flip when he said the word ‘spank’ that felt like anticipation. Why on earth would I want him to hit me, though? Why did it make excitement bubble up inside me to take his commands?

“For future notice, when I ask you a question you answer it and you call me ‘sir’ because I own you. Have you got that?”

“Yes,” I sighed, then quickly added a reluctantly growled, “sir.”

“Good. Okay, so I want you to sit down on the floor, hitch your skirt up to your waist and spread your thighs. Then masturbate, however feels comfortable. I want to watch you come, but before you do, you need to ask my permission first. Do not orgasm until I say you are allowed. If you do not comply with my command within a minute I will spank you.”

I hesitated. I knew I shouldn’t and I didn’t really want a spanking but I couldn’t get my head around what he’d asked. Could I do it? I barely knew Richard. We’d only spoken once in a blue moon and it was always about work. Could I go from that to masturbating in front of him? He fingered the paperwork on his desk and looked back at me again. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew what he was telling me. I wank in front of him or I lose my job, my career and everything I’ve worked so hard for.

I took a deep breath, shifted my legs around until they were out in front of me and hitched my skirt up to my waist. As much as I avoided looking at Richard I was painfully aware of his presence. I knew that my every move was being taken in by his hungry gaze and I hated that. How could he make me do such an intimate thing in front of him, a mere stranger? I decided he must be a sadist.

It became clear that I’d not be able to do anything more if I kept thinking about my audience. I needed to block him out and concentrate simply on the act. My job depended on my orgasm and that was the fact that I decided to focus on.

It’s very difficult to make yourself comfortable on an office floor. It’s even more difficult to make yourself comfortable enough to masturbate, but I did my best. I leant back on my right arm and moved my left hand between my thighs. I’m very left-handed. If I ever broke it I’d be lost and sexually frustrated too.

I spread my thighs and ignored the catch of his breath and the sound of him moving in his chair. I imagined I was alone and I sought out a fantasy to fuel me further. I didn’t have many because I never really got the opportunity to masturbate as much as I’d have liked. Normally I’d read a book or watch a porn clip to get me off. I was usually too lazy to think of my own sexy stories.

There was one fantasy that I could conjure up and never got bored of. It was incredibly dirty and I was always shocked that I’d get off on something so filthy. Before I even began to tell myself the story I felt my pussy clench with anticipation. I ran my finger over my knickers, just brushed over my clit and lips and felt how damp the material was already. I was sure Richard could see the dampness from his chair.

In my fantasy I was walking through the local park. It was just after sunset and darkness was falling softly. I heard the calling birds quieten and I focused in on the clap of my heels against the concrete. I’d almost be at the gate, close to being on the street and almost home when a hand would cover my mouth and I’d be dragged into the bushes.

I would never get a proper look at the man handling me, but in my mind it would be someone I knew, someone I trusted and someone who wanted to push my desires to the limits. The mystery man was tall and strong and he kissed me through the wool of his balaclava as passion exploded in the fantasy as well as inside me. I slipped my fingers into my knickers and felt how wet I was. I went back to my fantasy, pressed my fingers to my clit and imagined that I could hear the ripping sound as the man of my dreams ripped my T-shirt and revealed my bra-clad breasts and mauled them with his hands. The sounds from my dream mixed with that of reality, my deep breathing, Richard’s breath hitching and the rustle of clothes displaced.  Then I felt thick fingers forced into my knickers in my fantasy and I mewled in anticipation of the unknown.

My lover pushed me down into the mud and the mulch of the border and regardless of the path running by where anyone could have walked past, that guy fucked me. He ripped down my underwear, knelt behind me and pushed his hefty cock into me. I heard the grunts and moans of my lover as if he were there in the room, and as my orgasm approached, I realised that it was Richard groaning.

I opened my eyes for a split second and saw his trousers were opened, his hard, pink cock cradled in his fingers. Richard gazed right at my cunt and, as our gazes met, I felt shame and unexplained ecstasy run through me. I shut my eyes again quickly and got back to the best bit of the fantasy.

Dream Lover pulled my hair, rode me and called me names. I wanted to be fucked like that. I wanted to be taken and wanted to lose all control. I imagined my dream lover demanding that I come. I exploded. My body scrunched up, the pleasure climax  causing me to react, to shield myself. Contentment ran through my veins and I relaxed with a shuddered breath.

“Not bad for a first time,” Richard’s voice snapped me back to reality. I rapidly pulled my fingers from my wet slit, sat up and tried to smooth my skirt down my legs. “But you did completely forget my last instruction. Are you working late tonight?”

“Erm, yes. I planned to.”

“Good, so am I. Meet me here in my office at eight-thirty and I’ll give you the punishment you deserve for not following my commands correctly.”

I opened my mouth to counter with something vicious and stinging, but then I remembered that for the week I was his completely and he could do whatever he liked to me and I couldn’t stop him.

I shivered then nodded, the rebellion sat inside of me. My stomach bubbled with tension.

“Okay, you can go now, pet. See you later.”

“Goodbye,” I said through gritted teeth. He looked at me questioningly and I reluctantly spat out the word “sir” before turning on my heel and walking out of the bastard’s office. I buried myself in work that afternoon. I didn’t want to think too deeply about what had happened. Not because I was scarred for life or anything melodramatic like that, no, I was worried that I’d enjoyed it far too much.

 

If that’s got you going, grab Switching the Control for more sexy domination  fun and for more Masturbation goodness check out Masturbation Monday!

3 responses to “Masturbation Monday – Switching the Control #BDSM #Domination #MasturbationMonday”

  1. Phaedra says:

    Great snog, shared.

  2. Kayla Lords says:

    Her dream lover sounds RIGHT up my alley. So does her boss, lol ;)

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