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E005: The Next Day

A new world opens for Emma as she finds herself blossoming under proper tutelage

When Emma got home she still felt shivers running through her. She did what she was directed to do and went right to her bedroom to ready for bed.

Now, Emma wore thick panties and a long nightgown her whole life – usually flannel in winter and cotton in summer. They all buttoned up to her neck and had long sleeves.

After she had taken her bra from her purse, looked at it and blushed, and then throwing it in the trash tonight, as she undressed and stood before her mirror looking at herself, she realized she did not want to wear anything to bed.

She lightly ran her hands over her body where Donald had touched her, trying to replicate his touch, but it just didn’t seem the same. She climbed into bed, lay on her back, and pulled the sheet and comforter over her. The feel of the soft sheets on her naked body was a new, wonderful, feeling for her.

She spread her legs as they had been when tied to the bed, and ran her hand down her chest, lightly scratching at her mons as she moved her fingers to her pussy. She wiggled her fingers in between the lips and ran them up and down her slit. She moaned with the pleasure it sent through her.

She had never touched herself there EVER her whole life, not like this.

Yes, she dried herself on the toilet and washed with a cloth, but that was always hastily done as good girls did not linger or play there.

So, though she rubbed herself a bit, she really did not know what she was doing. While wetness again dripped from her on to her fingers, that came more from remembering Donald touch on her, and that wonderful feeling of the wand.

She did not linger long over this and rubbed her wet fingers in her mons to dry them.  She stretched out her arms above her head and laid how she had on Donald’s bed. She squirmed for a while, but then fell asleep. She did have things she must do tomorrow.

She ended up sleeping in the next morning. Not up at her usual seven thirty in the morning, rather it was going on ten by the time she started to stir. It felt so good, and she had dreams, such unusual dreams.

But then when she saw the time, she jumped from the bed and hurried through her morning rituals. She had to get to the store Donald had directed her to visit, and so much to do today to be sure she was on time. Well before the deadline of three p.m. She did not worry about breakfast and was in her car pulling out before eleven o’clock.

She was a little unsure of where the phone store was, but she headed in the right direction, and following the addresses found the place by eleven thirty. She checked she had the cards with what she was to get and ask for help about.

She had never had a smartphone before, she had not felt she should indulge in such things. But now, if it was what Donald had directed her to do. Oh, and it would be a direct link with him, there was no question about whether she would buy one or not. Or for that matter, not follow his instructions to the T.

Once she entered the store, she did become a little shy and reddened over how she was dressed. She had not put on a bra, and she did have today’s blouse undone to almost where Donald had button her blouse yesterday.

What if any of the salespeople or customers noticed?

She was greeted right away and directed to an agent who would help her with whatever she needed. Sitting at a high table with the agent, Emma got out her card listing what she should ask for and began to tell the agent what she had been ordered to get. She left Donald’s contact information card hidden in her purse.

The agent quickly understood the type of phone that would be best for what Emma needed. Emma did stress, as it was written, that she needed the largest capacity and storage available. It crossed her mind to wonder why this was important. That it be water-proof, again Emma raised her eyebrow wondering what that was about. Once the phone was chosen, an iPhone that the agent said would be the best for her.

The agent went over how she would need to regularly charge the phone, how to tell when the battery was low, how to add contact information, and then set up her email account for her. She showed her how to Facetime with someone, one of the emphasized things on her list. The agent helped her set up the app store account and add the apps Emma had listed to add.

Emma paid close attention to how to do this and how to put different apps in a group, and the other things she had been directed to learn. Donald had given her a list of other apps she was to add privately and put into a discrete group. Her tutorial finished, and her head spinning, she looked at the time and saw it was already one thirty.

She thanked the agent for her time, paid for the phone, a case, extra chargers - especially one for her car and a standing one for by her bed, per Donald’s instructions.  She hurried to her car. She plugged the phone in to continue to get it fully charged and drove a short way to a community garden center and parked her car in a far corner away from anyone else.

Emma took out the second card of instructions and made sure she was doing it correctly.  First, she entered Donald, well AA Sir, as her first contact; his phone, address and email.

Then she blushed more and more as she realized what these additional apps she was to open on her phone were.  She completed everything Donald had instructed her to, including adding him as her sole Hangout contact.

It was now well after two p.m. She opened the Messages app and sent Donald her first ever phone message: Sir, I have completed all that you have instructed me to do, and now have the phone ready. My number is….

She didn’t realize yet that he would know her number from the message she had sent. It was two twenty-five p.m. when she sent the message. She sighed deeply and leaned back into her seat. There was nothing for a reply.

She fidgeted in her seat for over a half hour, constantly looking at her phone to see if he replied. Did she do it wrong? Should she send a second message? But when she opened the message she had sent she saw that it had been read at two twenty-six p.m.

So, she just sat and waited.

She didn’t dare start to drive as then he if he contacted her she would not be able to reply.

She just waited.

She so wanted to rub herself some more, no one was around. She spread her legs and ran her hand up her inner thighs and just touched the outside of her panties, which she realized were already wet.

Just then, at three forty-five her phone beeped. Caught in the act, she quickly pulled away from herself and picked up the phone.

Donald had finally messaged back: You have done fine meeting your deadline and following instructions, but I had hoped you would have finished the task earlier in the day. Where are you right now?

Emma quickly replied that she was in her car in the parking lot away from all other cars.

Donald replied that she was to stay where she was, and he would be calling her shortly.

Tingles ran through her, and she instinctively knew she should just sit there waiting for his call, not touching herself at all now. He had instructed her to give him a distinct ringtone, the Illuminate, yes it was a little ironic, as that is what he is doing to her.

Again, she waited, it was not until four thirty that she heard her phone tinkle announcing his call.

There was even a picture of him now showing as it rang. She did not hesitate but answered right away.

“So, Emma, you have completed all your assignments for today?” Donald started, no hello, how are you, just to the point.

“Yes sir, I hope properly.”

“That is good. Now you are never to call me unless I instruct you to, but you must keep your phone close at all time to respond immediately if I message or call you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I am going to hang up, but I will call you right back using the Facetime feature, as I want to see your face for the rest of our conversation.”

And he hung up.

She moved the phone from her ear and just stared at it, a few seconds later it rang again, and she answered, seeing his face.

A rush went through her as she said hello and stared into his eyes.

“Emma, hold the phone back a little as I want to see your full face as you answer me.”

“Yes sir” and she did as she was told.

“Now Emma, you must answer me truthfully and without hesitation. Have you touched yourself at all since you left me last night?”

Emma blushed profusely as she felt like he had been watching her last night, and the sternness in his voice and his face as he had asked. It took her a second to reply, bowing her head some in shame, “Yes sir, I did touch myself last night some.”

“And anymore since then?”

How did he know? “Yes sir, a little just now as I waited for you to reply.”

Donald was elated with the look on her face in response to his question, and how she bowed her head some when replying, just as it should be. Her voice soft and quivering when she replied, showing she knew she had misbehaved, made him harden some.

“Emma, this is not acceptable, you are not to touch yourself that way EVER unless I tell you to. If you want us to continue, you must acknowledge your body is mine, to do with as I see fit, but you are not to try to satisfy yourself alone or without permission. Do you understand?”

With tears in the corner of her eyes she nodded her head, then looked straight at Donald and said clearly, “Yes Sir, I will not do anything like that again, I am sorry, I should have known better than to do that without you, sir.”

“That is better, but you do need to be punished for your misbehavior. I was going to tell you now to come to my house, why I wanted to see the happiness on your face when you were told, but because you chose to take things into your own hands you will not be allowed to visit today. Nor tomorrow. I will have to decide how long you will have to wait.”

Tears now start to fall down Emma’s cheeks, ooh because of her indiscretion she will not be allowed to see him for at least two days. She just nodded her head in understanding of her punishment.

“When you get home, email me a message saying you are home so you learn how to send emails from your phone. Then get some dinner, have you eaten today at all?”

Emma just hung her head and shook it no.

“I will email, message or call you, perhaps tomorrow.” And Donald again just ended the call.

Emma started her car and drove home.  She cried in disappointment the whole way.

Donald was not much better off. He had so wanted to see her again today and to touch and stroke her body. Emma had made a significant impact on him. But Donald knew, that even though he too would be suffering, it was for her to be disappointed for a day or two.  Then Emma will be so much readier for the next step when it came.

To compensate himself for now, with his stiff penis removed from his pants, he watched the tape of Emma in the room from yesterday and jerked himself to satisfaction.

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Copyright © 2018, Cammi Cutter.

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