I know that I should have been more attentive to your messages…… but today I was a bit distracted and now I know that I may have displeased you.

If I’m honest, I’m rather aroused by the thought that you might walk through the door at any moment and ask me to hand you the cane. Part of me desires contact… any contact… not that I want to be beaten, but even being struck is having attention paid to me.

But part of me wants to be hurt,

to jump at the shock of the welts, to experience the sting of broken skin;

to feel the softness of your tongue gathering the blood, the silken caress of the healing balm;

to be gentled after the punishment and to be taken to screaming orgasm….

You have told me to sit in the chair by the window. I have my eyes closed. I hear the door open and close and I strain to work out how many people have entered the room.

Is it you or someone else?

No sounds except gentle breathing. I shudder as I feel breath above my breasts, the air as it cools stiffens my nipples.

I shift on the chair, my legs opening involuntarily as I feel finger nails running down my breasts. My nipples are pinched gently and then harder, that makes me moan slightly as I shudder again.

Is it you or someone else?

The touching continues, down across my tummy, brushing my mound and stroking my inner thighs. I arch up my hips to increase the sensation.

I feel my hair being lifted off my neck and a tongue gently caress the skin behind my ear. The tongue carries on down my neck and kisses me at the point where my neck meets the middle of my chest.

I inhale and can smell….. a very faint trace… is it eau de toilette, soap…. Not sure, in a way that makes it more arousing… Is it you, or are you just watching?

I moan, I need to be stroked now….my sex is soaking, literally… I whimper and plead…”Please, please, fuck me,” I beg.

My pleading is ignored…having to beg increases my arousal. I can feel the juice oozing between my labia and onto the chair.

I feel my leg being pinched hard….. I twitch… it means I shouldn’t be begging as that is impolite and sluttish.

The stroking continues, always shying away from my sex at the last minute. I’m so aroused and frustrated now that I shudder continuously.

An unfamiliar voice whispers, “You have to cum, don’t you?” I whimper in reply. Again a whisper, “Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes,” I whisper in response… shuddering, so humiliated that I have been begging a complete stranger.

Again the voice questions……. “Even though I might be filming you for my friends?”

“Yes,” I groan, “oh yes.”

I wish you would say something…… I have to know I please you….

Are you there or am I alone with the stranger?

I’m waiting, I’m not allowed to look to see if you are coming as that is against the rules.

I never know when you will arrive, I wait here as it is less painful than trying to distract myself.

I’m aroused, I aways am if I think you are coming. My nipples ache, I press my legs together to divert my mind from focusing on how wet I’m getting.

When you arrive I will leave the window to stand in front of you. You sit and watch me. You ask me to touch myself and I gently scratch my nipples and this makes me moan. I run my fingernails down my tummy and slip a finger into my slit.

I’m not allowed to touch my clit until you give permission, you nod and I sigh. I gently rub my clit, you look at me closely to see how wet I’m getting. Your close attention makes me shudder. You tell me to rub my clit and stroke my breasts…… it feels so good and I can’t help groaning.

As you watch I get really aroused, I’m so close, I want to cum. I whimper…..

You beckon and I approach and I know you want me to sit on your lap. You put your arm around me and kiss my neck softly, I writhe on your thighs. You twist my nipples just a little harder than usual and that makes me shudder. You slip a couple of fingers up my vagina, with no preamble, and I immediately convulse on them.

You whisper in my ear, “Cum now, writhe on my fingers, let me feel you.” That is the trigger that sends me over the edge……