Masters’ Call

My phone beeps, letting me know I’ve received a new message. I pull my phone off the conference table, trying to check who it is without alerting my colleagues. Opening my screen, I see it’s a message from Master.

Excuse yourself, go to the restroom and call me. Now!

“I have to take this,” I say to the table in general, making sure not to make eye contact. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

My supervisor just nods his head at me but doesn’t look my way or ask questions. A good start. As I’m making my way down the hallway, my phone beeps again.

                Take your bag!

I backtrack to my cubicle, grabbing my purse and slipping it over my shoulder, I tiptoe past the conference room, hoping nobody noticed my back and forth. Arriving at the restroom, I call Master.

“Hello, little slut.” Master starts. Never one to waste time with pleasantries.

“Hello, Sir.” I reply, “How may I serve you?”

“Lock the door. When I hang up the phone, strip down to your bra and panties, and wait for further instruction. Inside your bag is a vibrator placed there this morning. Remove it, now.”

I do as I’m told, removing the slim silver bullet from my purse. It’s new, or at least, I’ve not seen it before. There are no wires and I’m not seeing a way to turn it on.

“I have it, Sir.”

“I’m going to hang up. Strip and place the vibrator inside that glorious pussy. I’ll send you further instructions.”

Unceremoniously, he hangs up.

I remove each piece of clothing, being sure to fold it as expected. I place all the items gently on the ledge above the sink. Letting my panties fall to my knees, I slip the vibrator inside my vagina, surprised by how wet I already am. There’s just something about Master’s voice and the way he gives directions that get me going. I pull my panties back up and stand at attention, waiting for Master’s next command.

It seems like I wait for a very long time. Nothing happens, my phone doesn’t ring, no more messages come through, then slowly I feel a vibration deep inside me. It increases at even intervals, becoming more forceful and much more powerful. The vibrations become so intense that I let out a loud moan and grab the sink to steady myself.

When I’m just on the edge of coming, it abruptly stops. I stand and catch my breath. In the mirror, my reflection looks flushed. A light sheen covering my skin. My chest is heaving up and down in my attempt to catch my breath.

Suddenly my phone starts vibrating. Masters’ picture comes up on the screen. It’s an incoming video call. I open the app and wait.

“Oh, would you look at that. It worked I see.”

“Yes, Sir. Very well.”

“Not too well I hope. No coming unless you’re permitted. Right, dirty girl?

“Yes, Sir. I didn’t come, Sir.”

“Good girl, maybe we can fix that. Panties off, bra too. Place your phone where I can see you strip for me.”

I position my phone on the ledge, using the little square in the corner to make sure Master can see what he requires. Carefully, I remove the remainder of my clothing, ensuring they are placed neatly in the pile with my other belongings.

“Such a pretty girl. Are you ready, slut?”

“Always and in all ways Sir.”

“Good girl. I’m going to turn this wonderful little toy back on. You are to stand tall, legs shoulder-width apart, arms behind you, palms to elbows. I want to see those perky tits. You are not allowed to come until I tell you. If you come, your punishment will be to sit in your meetings for the rest of the day with this vibrator inside of you, on high. And you will not come, at all, for the rest of the week. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Okay, let’s begin.”

I brace my arms behind me, pushing my breasts out as far as I can, for Sir’s pleasure. The vibrations start at a low speed and build in intensity and strength until I can feel my whole body trembling with the strength it’s taking to resist the urge to come, to bend, to rub out the need to come, to push my legs together to give the need inside just a little relief, something. The vibrations continue at full speed until there is sweat dripping from me, my whole body is tight as a guitar string.

Abruptly the vibrations stop. I sag in relief, panting laboriously.

“Right foot up on the counter dirty girl. I want to see that pussy so I can think about how hard you would be gripping my cock with that wet cunt.” A moan escapes me at his course words ; I love it when he talks dirty.

“Alright slut. Again.”

This time there is no build-up. He turns it straight to the highest speed. The vibrations are so intense I can hear the tiny motor through my flesh. The build-up to orgasm comes so fast that I clench my teeth and shut my eyes tight to help me concentrate on not coming.

“Eyes open, slut. I want you to watch yourself fall apart. When I let you.” He finishes his sentence with a little chuckle, which tells me he’s just begun and by the time this is done, I will be a puddle on the floor.

He lets the vibrator hum away at high until I’m convulsing in my attempt to keep myself upright. My skin has rivulets of moisture running down to pool on the floor. Pussy juices free-flow out of me, the inside of my thighs slick and wet. My body is rigid in my attempt to hold myself up.

“Rub your clit, dirty girl. Use one hand to rub, the other to hold yourself open to me. I want to see the pink flesh of that pussy.”

Doing as he says, I use my left hand to spread my labia apart and use my right to rub my sensitive nub in small tight circles. I’ve only touched myself for a matter of seconds when I know I’m going to come, with or without permission, It’s going to happen and there is nothing I can do about it.

“I’m going to come, Sir. I’m going to come!”

“NO! Stop now!”

I stop rubbing myself and the vibrations stop simultaneously. I leave my hand on my clit and my labia spread, my foot up on the sink. My hair is stuck to my face from the sweat that clings to all of me. The room is filled with the sounds of my ragged breathes.

Master waits until I’ve caught my breath and asks, “Better, slut? Ready to continue?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir. I’m ready.” I struggle to say.

“Good, let’s go.”

Again the vibrations start at the highest speed. I can’t do anything but take it. I leave my lips spread, but I’m terrified to touch myself. Master will not go easy on me if I come without permission.

“Rub that clit, slut.”

I teasingly rub my nub, not giving it too much pressure. I  know I won’t be able to hold back if I rub it the way I want.

“Harder, dirty girl.”

With a moan I do as I’m bid, increasing the pressure and speed of each circle. Keeping my jaw clenched, I rub myself as hard and fast as I can. I can hear the moisture accumulating, each swipe of my clit making my fingers wetter.

Suddenly the vibrations stop, and Master sternly says, “Come, pretty girl, and I want to hear you.”

He’s barely finished his sentence and I’m coming. My leg that’s placed on the sink is shaking, threatening to overturn me. I sag forward, eyes rolling to the back of my head, my mouth creating a perfect “O” as I release a high pitched squeal and a deep moan. I rub my clit to finish off the last few pulses of my orgasm. When I’m able to contain myself I stand up straight and look at Master on the screen.

“Good girl.” He says, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “But you’d better get back to work. Clean yourself up and get dressed. And Beautiful, I want that vibrator right where it is. Have a good day.”

The call disconnects and my phone screen goes dark. I grab my panties off the top of the pile. As I’m sliding my first foot inside the black lace, the restroom door opens. Shit!

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