His Second Task

A new Task from my Master arrives in my email. My excitement builds with His words. I can't wait to do His bidding. I rush my daily routine, eager to get home.

In my room, my clothes fall to the floor with a soft phumff sound. I suck in a sharp breath as the cold air hits my skin. It's colder than I'd like, causing goosebumps rise almost immediately over the entirety of my naked form.

I set my phone to a timer: five minutes, no less, just as He instructed.

A deep breath and I lean forward, legs spread just a little, feet flat on the floor, my pussy opened to the frigid air. My hands fold beneath me, my eyes straight forward, unable to look around me.

Another deep breath and time begins.

Within seconds, the area between my legs grows warmer and warmer. I can feel the cold air trying to get to my lips, making them tingle. But my warmth is growing thicker, too thick for the cold to intrude fully. I close my eyes, smiling to myself at the sensation.

I open my eyes to check the time: 4 minutes 26 seconds to go.

A thought suddenly occurs to me. The window is directly behind me. I can't remember if I closed the shade or not. If it's open, my neighbors are getting quite a show.

But I can't looked around, my Master wouldn't like that. I have to stay looking forward, just as You told me to.

I close my eyes, imagining You behind me, inspecting me, praising me. I bite my lip with the thought of Your eyes following my every curve and crevasse. My cheeks curl to a small smile thinking of pleasure on Your face as You look at my very naked rear.

I open my eyes: 3 minutes 45 seconds left.

My pussy begins to pulse against the cold air, twitching with want. I think of Your hands, Your large, rough, knowing hands. Those hands I have dreamt of tracing each hill, each valley of my being. Oh, how I long so desperately for those hands.

My legs twitch together at the thought and I lose my footing for a moment, slipping down. I gasp as I struggle to catch myself and regain my position.

I look at the clock: 3 minutes 5.

I groan out loud. My need is growing more and more. How I want to cut this short! But, if I disobey... I can't help but think of You, a paddle in Your hand, waiting behind me should I fail in my task.

The not knowing what will happen next, where You are standing behind me. Will You spank me, smack me, stroke me, caress me?

I'm now on fire. My hips move on their own, trying to quell the heat. I struggle to stay upright, to keep my legs open, to stay looking forward.

I moan outright as I see the clock: 2 minutes 37.

Why? Why is time moving so slowly?!

My belly tenses and relaxes, my hips bob and bay, my teeth are close to drawing blood from my lower lip, my body trying anything, EVERYTHING to scratch my growing, needing, pulsing itch. But I stay my course, for my Master, for You.

1 minute 56: feels an eternity.

My eyes are now fixed on the clock, willing time to move faster, for this torture to end.

59 seconds.

I'm so close to my reward now I can taste it. I can feel the air cooling the trail now dripping down my leg.

32

Groaning, moaning, whimpering escapes from my lips.

15

My eyes close, fighting to stop early. I can do this for my Master, this one small thing. He has done so much for me...

9

Tick, tick, tick.

4

My lips form the words without thinking about it.

"Yours."

"Master."

0

I grab my vibrator, though I doubt seriously I truly need it. I scream as the electric wave rips through my being, threatening to tear me apart.

But, before the wave subsides, I beg my hands for another. I've earned this, this and so much more, haven't I, Master?

I cum again, and again, and again.

I place the vibrator on my rock hard nipples, my pulsing clit, inside my aching wet hole, on my tightest entrance.

Again and again.

Finally, I collapse on the bed, suddenly aware how naked I am, and not caring one small bit. I look at the clock: nearly half an hour has passed, all by myself.

I smile as a thought crosses my mind. No, not all by myself. Alone, but not all by myself.

My lips whisper again, bliss written on my face. "Yours, my wonderful Master."