The Texts

Monday

  Hi Master. I know it’s only been a few days but…I miss you. I think I need to be fucked again.

Hi. Fucked, you say?

Well, you know how many orgasms I had (thank you!)..and my cunt is 
 feeling achey and I think it’s because it needs your cock slamming into it again. *giggle*

Well…tell me more about this…achey cunt.

Remember when you were standing behind me, and you pulled me over to the bed? 

When you shoved my face into the mattress, and slapped my ass? And I was moaning and you laughed at me for being such a painslut that I was 

cumming

cumming

just from the spankings?

Go on

well, I was laying in bed last night, rubbing my sore pussy, and my fingers got to caressing my clit -and you hadn’t said not to touch because you know

how horny I get after we play.

You do

Well..and I got all gushy thinking about you all of a sudden just ramming your cock into my pussy, then pulling back and slamming in again. I screamed becasue I came so hard, because it hurt 

So…you liked being hurt, and used so roughly?

I did. I did so very much. I wanna do it again. Soon. Seeing you once a month is so hard, Master. I become all floaty and happy and then so greedy for your touch. The bruises are amazing.

my tits are purple and blue and hurt when I put on my bra for work. Then I go to the ladies room and pinch my nipples when I pee and I came so close to exploding. My panties were soaked when I got home

I see.

To be honest, Master…

It’s good to be honest.

I’m touching myself now.

Send me a picture of your cunt.

Tuesday

Master? Where did you go last night? I was waiting for you to write back after I sent you the pic of my soaking wet pussy…

Master? It’s been several hours. I know you work hard but maybe a moment? Am  I being too needy for you?  Are you mad?

I’m here. I have been busy this morning. Your cunt was very messy. I think you should play with yourself some more. Maybe at work. Are you at work now?

HI!! OMG I’m SO glad you wrote back! Yes, I’m at work. 

Go into the bathroom and snap a pic of your tits for me. And then play with yourself until you cum, but take a pic of that, too.

Yes Sir!! I love doing tasks, You know how much I do.

Good.

WEDNESDAY

I had two orgasms last night, thinking about your task for me yesterday at work. Thank you for that!

You are a slut.

you know it! 

I love your fat tits. They’re really juicy.

*blushes* Thank you Master.  

Let’s meet for lunch. Noon. The little coffee shop on the corner of Main and Washington Street.

omg yes, yes Sir, yes Master. 

12:00

She walked into the coffee shop but didn’t see her Master. Well, he always ran late, she thought it was just part of the mind fuck. She sat in the corner where his last text had instructed her to sit, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse to show her cleavage.

She took no notice of the man getting up and moving towards her; the bathrooms were just down the hall from her seat. She looked up as he pulled out the chair.

“Oh, sorry, I’m waiting for someone-” she began.

“The someone you are waiting for is me.”

She blinked.

“What? Who are you?”

“Apparently, I’m your new Master.”

“Auhm…what?”

“I found the phone. It was in a store, fetched up under a rack of men’s dress slacks. I’d dropped my glove and found it under there, right next to the phone. I asked the guy at the register and he shrugged and said ‘congrats you found yourself a new phone.”

“B-but…”

“Then you texted. Those texts show up on the front screen, even when it’s locked. I cloned the phone. I work in tech, and had a coworker help me. I couldn’t unlock his phone but I connected our lines so that I could continue to receive your texts. I think if he can’t find his phone, he’s shit out of luck. And if he has misplaced his slut in the process….well, finders keepers, yes?”

Her mouth opened and closed several times. She had no idea what to say.

“I see you are at a loss for words. Come with me.”

“I..I don’t even know you….”

“You sluts are supposed to obey, right? So obey.”

He took her hand, tugging her to her feet. She didn’t protest, couldn’t think, but stumbled along behind him to the men’s room.

“Whoa…”

But he shoved her inside the bathroom. She was ready to put up a fight now. No way was she going to fall for this ‘finders keepers’ stuff.

“Now you look here, you,” she said, but stopped with her mouth open when her Master stepped out of a stall. He had that smile on his face that filled her with equal parts dread and lust. The smile of the hunter who has sighted prey. The smile that presaged all sorts of wonderfully terrible things. Her nipples tightened, her cunt tingled.

“Hello, slut. It appears you’ve had an interesting few days.”

“Yes Sir. I’m so glad you’re here–”

His hand raised, cutting her to silence.

“Well slut, it’s about to get even more interesting.”

Txt Pest

She’d been driving him crazy for weeks.

txt: so…what do you see happening when we get together

txt: so, i was thinking about you and…

txt: i keep thinking about your hands on my tits…

and on it went. Never a day went by without his phone bleeping in a series of texts from her.  She wore him out some days! She was clever, and verbose. She was funny…and verbose. She was caring….and verbose.

Now they were to meet. Forever, it had seemed, that they had waited for this. Not planes or trains apart, but time and obligations combined to keep them separate. Until now.

Two of her last texts had been very insightful. Likely the most important, concerning this day. This eventful day.

txt: was thinking about hard limits.

txt: will this be a one time deal?

They had talked a time or two about  hard limits, about safe words. And discarded the notion of both. He would test her, explore her limits…but this would take time. Not one outing to be sure. And yet. They had yet to meet in the flesh. How would they share this dance, body to body?  Was she ready to be led where he planned to take her?  He was ready to  teach her, but she needed to be ready to learn. All these answers awaited them both. Third floor. Room nine.

*****                               ******                ****                   *****

She walked the last few paces to room nine. She was shaking. Was it fear or need that put that extra wobble in her knees? She wasn’t sure, only certain that she was walking towards a door that she’d always wanted to open. Now she had the opportunity. And the Man to pull her through.

She was a free spirit, and before she could stop herself, she knocked briskly at the door, and yelled out “Room Service”.

She heard shuffling on the other side of the door. A muffled voice came through the thickness separating them.

“Sorry you have the wrong room. Didn’t order anything from room service.”

She leaned towards the door. “I’m certain you did, Sir” she responded, her voice low and husky. “Something….” she paused for effect, “…Vanilla?”

A low chuckle sounded. He was a mere 2 inches away now, the door slab the only distance keeping them apart. Still the door remained shut. Her phone vibrated against her breast. Text. He wouldn’t …would he?

TXT; SORRY, BEING DELAYED BY SOMEONE AT THE DOOR. CAN YOU DELAY YOUR ARRIVAL BY 15 MINUTES?

She was flummoxed. He…he had to know it was her out here.  She tried to type out a response. She was all  thumbs and had to keep backspacing to correct her spelling. She was making no sense. She turned, leaned back against the wall beside the door.

txt: Sorry Sir, last txt did not come through. I’m on my way. Can i get you a coffee or anything?

Where the hell had that come from, she wondered, with a small giggle. She hoped it wasn’t audible inside.

TXT: NOT A PROBLEM. COFFEE SOUNDS GREAT. NEED TO HAVE A JOLT OF CAFFEINE TO KEEP MYSELF GOING. LONG DRIVE HERE. ARE YOU WEARING YOUR RED PANTIES LIKE I ASKED?

RED panties??? OMG! She scrolled through her old texts, but had deleted that one. She had been certain he had wanted her in the black panties and bra set. OMG! She straightened from the door. oh, what to do, what to do?

txt: uh, Sir, RED? uh, n-no Sir, i have only the black pair i thought you wanted and…oh shit…what do You want me to do?

She hit ‘send’ and leaned on the wall by the door. Prayed. The phone buzzed in her hand.

TXT: HOW ABOUT COMING INSIDE, LITTLE ONE. LET US END THIS GAME AND BEGIN NEW ONES, EH?

And with a laughing flourish, the door beside her opened, and he waved her in. He tugged her curls as she passed, and she heard him murmur quietly,

“welcome, little txt pest!”.