Despite her busy work schedule denying her any chance to provide what her slutty slit craved, she was ready.
Properly teased and edged throughout the day.
From dirty whispers that flashed across her phone's screen.
To glances at lustful imagery.
A playful bit of teasing and being teased in passing chats.
Along with some erotica consumed.
All taken in to tease her lusts.
Stringing her along.
Bringing her to a boil.
Making herself ride the edge for hours on end.
Her desire for release.
To explode.
To get home.
All over-whelming.
Finally, the workday was at an end.
The drive home just another delay.
As expected for this evening, blessedly her family would be out of the house granting her the needed time for sensual seductions of self.
Yet a worry.
A nervous bite of her lower lip.
Would her owner be online?
She could try to find another playmate, but it was her owner’s attention that she truly craved.
A quick scan of her notifications.
Ah!
There it was.
Her Mistress’s message.
ADarkAngel: “Dress code four.”
ADarkAngel: “When you are in the proper attire further commands will follow.”
A quickening of breath.
Finally.
After so many sessions.
Dress code four.
Nude.
Ass plugged.
Nipples tied with strings.
Collar on.
As her owner had not specified the optional pig-tails, she would forgo such humiliation.
In excited trepidation, bit by bit clothing shed soon to be replaced with the proper vestment.
Cool lube contrasting with a momentary burn as the widest portion of the clear glass plug pressed past her tight anal ring.
The hard surface pressing against her thin internal membrane with every movement.
Deft fingers manipulating string into bows upon flesh.
Her nipples blazing instantly at the pressure the simple ties created, radiating outward and pooling a lake of lava in her loins.
Finally, a clasping bringing leather tight upon her throat.
Her breath becoming ragged as endorphins stirred her being.
K5: “Dressed as commanded, Miss.”
K5: “Fuck, I’m so turned on right now!”
Her Mistress’s words could not flash across the chat’s display soon enough.
The text dots indicating any moment the task she had to fulfill would appear.
Her mind screaming, “Please hurry!”
ADarkAngel: “Your task is simple.”
ADarkAngel: “You will crawl to the kitchen with your vibe in your mouth as if it was a bone.”
ADarkAngel: “Fill a bowl with water.”
ADarkAngel: “Insert your vibe into your pussy on the lowest intensity.”
ADarkAngel: “Lap up the water from the bowl as if you were worshiping the honey of my cunt.”
Fuck.
It was that.
A recreation of the scene her Mistress had shown her and she had come to.
Who needed a vibrator?
She was already buzzing.
Yet her Mistress’s words were not to be breached without the use of her safeword.
Vibrator found and gripped in her teeth, she eagerly padded along the floor on all fours despite angry pains to her knees upon hardwood and tiles.
