Chapter 3: At Work
Write some words on your body for me. You can write whatever you like but be sure you include these words:
Prey
Slut
Property
Whore
You can decide where. Keep in mind, as you decide where to write, that I'll be wanting pictures. And you'll be free to wash it all off at the end of this session.
Or not.
I am curious, now, just how slutty you are prepared to be without my explicit instructions. Will you suck on one vibe as you fuck yourself with another, as if you're in a nasty threesome? Will you get on your knees in the ladies' room, face down and ass up, and reach around to touch yourself from the front and back both at once? Will you slide a finger into your ass? Will you whisper nasty things?
Make yourself a list of nasty desires. Sentences that start "I want." You know... I want to lie on my back as you crouch over my head and grind your wet pussy all over my face. Or maybe I want you to finger me as we sit together in a cafe, daring me to cum as we drink coffee. Think of 10 or 12 of the filthiest desires you can think of. Do you want to get in the bathtub so I can pee on your fingers as your rub yourself? Now is time to confess everything.
Look at your annotated body in the mirror. Property. A fucktoy to be used. Transformed by this experience and your mounting horniness into my willing slut. Try to see yourself through my eyes, as a horny whore, eager to be used, willing to do anything to please me. A cunt. A mouth. Fingers. A tongue. And endless willingness.
Think of me looking at the words on your body and reading them as a confession.
Touch yourself then, any way you please. With toys or not. On the bed, in a chair, hanging from the chandelier if you'd like. But make it nasty. Think of your "I want" statements and say them over and over as you touch yourself. Feel how true they are, how willing you are to give yourself to me, to be my slut, to be a filthy whore to please me.
Look down at your body as you fuck yourself. See the words, the labels.
Imagine me watching, seeing the real you, the crazed needy slut, the wanton libertine, the horny whore. Show me how raw and needy you can be. Roll your hips, thrust up against your fingers as if meeting the thrust of a cock or strap-on. Let your hands and your slippery fingers and the sweat of exertion smear the writing on your body.
Get near to cumming and back off. And again. Five times or more. Ten. Twenty. You know how needy you are. Fuck yourself for me. But don't cum.
Catch your breath when you're done. I know the frustration level will be high. Photograph the writing on your body now. Send me the photos along with a few sentences about the experience. Tell me what you wrote on your body. Did you imagine me there watching you? Tell me how it felt, what you thought about, what you wanted. What you want now. Are these sessions getting easier or harder? Do you need to cum?
You can clean the writing off now if you want to. Or leave it there if you'd rather.
Then stand by for instructions for episode #4.
Fuck, are these getting easier or harder? That's a really good question I'd love to be able to answer myself. Both, I think. They're getting easier in that I feel like my lust and urges are beginning to take precedence over other thought processes such as modesty and embarrassment. But harder, because my cunt is aching and throbbing from how hard I just practically fisted myself in the bathroom.
Being marked as your whore feels so liberating! I really love having your name on my skin. I have taken photos and will upload them to my computer when I'm home. I hope they will please you.
I felt like using the plug, so I took it with me to the restroom. After marking myself with your words, I pulled down my pants and panties and began rubbing my asshole. It felt so good to focus on my ass for a bit to distract myself from my dripping pussy.
I moaned so loudly when I thought of your fingers playing with that very delicate hole of mine. If someone was outside, they surely must've heard me. I couldn't help myself.
I quickly got the plug inside me after getting it nice and slick with my own wetness, and I pressed my ass against the side of the wall. I used it to grind the plug more into myself. Miss Gwen, I didn't even feel shocked about rubbing my ass against a wall until after I left the room, I simply had to do it.
I used my fingers on my pussy, in and out of me, stretching...I had my whole hand inside at one point and it brought me so close to squirting. But I did not know if that counts as an orgasm or not, so I edged that, too. I think I'll need lots of towels tonight.
I know I must have a very potent sex scent about me right now, and of course I totally forgot to bring perfume. Hope my coworker won't mind.
