Sandra's Fantasy Ch. 05byTappy_McWidestance©
*** Sandra's POV ***
This week had been the longest of my life. Monday night and Tuesday morning I'd masturbated as Nicole had ordered me to do. It was frustrating to stop right before I climaxed, but I kept telling myself I wanted to please her and that made it a little easier. Tuesday at work was another story. As Nicole had instructed I needed to find a safe place to play with myself around lunchtime. The obvious place was the bathroom. I locked myself into one of the stalls and hiked up my skirt. Pulling the elastic from panties aside it was easy enough to get a couple of fingers into my pussy. I have to confess I'd been wet for the better part of an hour just thinking about playing with myself at work. I quickly realized the Machiavellian nature of Nicole's plan. At home I could moan all I wanted as I worked myself into a frenzy. In the office, I didn't have that option. She knew I was screamer, but the near constant flow of women into the bathroom at the noon hour meant I'd have to stifle any sounds coming from my stall. I think that was more frustrating than not allowing myself to cum.
I couldn't quite bring myself to the edge of ecstasy like I did at home. I was too worried about having the nastiness of being in public push me over the brink. But I got close and I knew that after a few more days of this I'd be willing to do anything. I even began to doubt the tasks I'd told Mistress D was off limits would remain that way. If Mistress Nicole order me to do them, I'm pretty sure I would.
I stood up and smoothed out my skirt as best I could. I took a deep breath, flushed the toilet so people would think I'd just peed and walked out to the sink. There were two other women standing at the sink. I knew they really couldn't know what I had been doing, but in my mind I pictured a look of disgust on their faces proving they recognized who I was and what I'd done. I quickly began to wash my hands to cleanse away any scent of my aroused pussy. Looking at my face in the mirror I saw the flush of sexual excitement. But again I wasn't sure if that was real or just my perception. Thankfully neither of the two women said anything before they walked out. I took another deep breath. I'd survived.
As I said Monday night and Tuesday morning were not too bad. Tuesday afternoon was tough. The excitement of masturbating in public fuelled Tuesday's dinner session with my fingers and each of my next two sessions in bed. It was getting harder and harder to not allow myself the luxury of cumming. Wednesday in the bathroom at work seemed twice as hard as Tuesday. My perception was there were more people waiting for the stalls, more people who could hear me struggling to be quiet and more people who knew exactly what I was doing. Of course that was probably all in my mind, but it was unbelievably exciting nonetheless. I tossed and turned Wednesday night trying to decide if I could cum without Mistress Nicole finding out. I wanted to believe I was a good enough liar to get away with it. On the other hand she was a very good mistress and probably could tell instantly. After my Thursday morning session I was a wreck. I considered calling in sick because all I could think about was my pussy and my growing need for satisfaction.
I decided I had to get out of the office for lunch Thursday. There is a mall near our building which had a food court. More importantly I knew the bathrooms were fairly isolated at the edges of the mall. I was less than confident in my ability to control my lust and I didn't want to cum in the office. In retrospect the mall was a poor choice. The bathrooms were perfectly isolated. In fact, I had the whole thing to myself. This meant I could moan (discreetly) and didn't have to worry about getting caught. But it also meant my mind could run wild with nasty thoughts of the vicious things Nicole might do to me tomorrow. My typical slow build to orgasm was nearly instant. After just a few strokes of my clit I felt a strong contraction through my body. I had to brace myself with both arms against the stall walls. I remember thinking I'd already pushed my body too far and that I would cum without touching myself again.
Then a miracle happened. I heard the bathroom door open and a couple of young girls, high school probably based on the giggle, walked in. This allowed my mind to focus on them instead of the pulsation between my legs. By the time they finished using the stalls on either side of me, I had calmed down just enough to pull up my panties and make myself presentable. I waited until they walked out of the bathroom to exit the stall. This time my reflection in the mirror clearly showed the flush of sexual excitement. My new look was not simply my perception anymore. I took a few deep breaths, washed my hands and splashed some water on my face. Only one more day of this too go I kept repeating to myself.
*** Jeannie's POV ***
Nicole had copied me in on her instructions to Sandra and Rose had replied very quickly about her plan to spy on her mother. To me this was a sign that she was really interested in what her mom was doing. That was also a red flag to me to have my act in order. I talked to Nicole and we decided it would be fun to give Rose just a taste of what her mom was doing and then I should get her up to my room to spy on mom in her bedroom. Nicole, in her disguise as Mistress D, had told me how much Sandra had enjoyed watching me undress. This time she would make sure Sandra was the center of attention and that Rose and I could watch from my darkened room. Nicole told me she would be over between 10 and 10:30 but that Erin would probably get there by 9:15. She told me to have Rose arrive no later than 8:30 so she could have her excitement build even as her mother's did. I told her I would and created a fake email claiming the party would be starting at 8:45. Rose told me she could be there by 8:30 and would park around the corner so her mom would not see her car.
*** Sandra's POV ***
Friday was hell. I wasn't getting anything done at work. My mind was only focusing on sex. My panties had been soaked all day. I didn't even bother going to the bathroom to masturbate. I just reached under my skirt at my desk and tapped my clit three or four times. That was enough to make me squirm. I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming in orgasmic pleasure. Once again I was out of control on a Friday. I called my boss and told her I was sick and had to go home. How I managed to drive safely is a mystery. They say texting and driving isn't safe but neither is thinking about how your mistress might fuck you either. My car reeked of female arousal by the time I got home. I was scarcely through the door before I was pulling my clothes off.
Per Mistress Nicole's demands I'd been keeping my pussy shaved smooth, but I wanted to shave it again for tonight. The struggle not to play with myself while I tended to my hygiene needs was the hardest thing I'd ever done. As I pulled on my stockings and put on my red high heeled pumps I was overcome with a wave of lust and a pressing need for sexual satisfaction. I slipped on my silk robe and walked downstairs in an effort to take my mind off my boiling pussy. But it wasn't that easy. The living room had the computer and TV calling out to me. The kitchen reminded me of the first time Nicole had looked at me as a sexual object when she called the pizza shop. Even the dining room was now a parlor of desire as I setup my collection of dildos, vibrators and assorted other toys I'd collected since my divorce. I knew by Nicole's standard at the hotel my collection was pretty tame, but as I positioned them standing up in a line, they looked like a fun evening. As I had been taught, I left the blinds open so as not to hide my shame. I'd gotten better about showing who I was to anybody who wanted to know, but I still hated the idea of a neighbor being able to see my collection.
I sat down in the living room and tried to calm down. It was only 2pm in the afternoon. I knew Nicole wouldn't arrive for hours. I also knew if I so much as touched my pussy I would cum. I needed to figure of some way to prevent that, but to also keep my arousal high just in case she popped in early. In the end I decided to boot up my computer and setup a playlist with my favorite porn videos. I had downloaded a collection of clips of various activities that interested me. All told it was about three hours worth. After clicking play, I secured my wrists behind my back with one of my more recent acquisitions, a set of chrome handcuffs with a safety release. Sitting on the couch I could not touch myself nor could I stop the playback without a serious contortion. I was horrified by the requirement to leave my living room blinds open. At least Nicole had not ordered me to open the windows. My pussy bouquet would have floated outside like the aroma of buttered popcorn outside a movie theatre. As it was anybody walking down the street could see what I was watching if they bothered to look. I hoped the sun's glare off my windows would discourage that, but I had a sinking feeling that I was going to get busted by somebody.
*** Rose's POV ***
I'd come home early from work. I was too distracted thinking about Jeannie to be very effective anyway. I wanted to dress sexy for her but not be too overt in case I had misread her intentions. I felt like I was back in high school dressing up for a date. With my training as a "good girl" I had always dressed fairly conservatively but I would try to have something just a bit out of place that I would hope my date would find.
I decided to wear my typical club clothes for Jeannie. She wouldn't be surprised if I wore a modest skirt with a side slit. I usually wore that when we went dancing only tonight I was hoping her hand would be taking advantage of the easy access instead of my fending off some guy. I thought about what little treat I could wear for her and decided on sliding a lacy garter up onto my thigh. If her hands ended up where I hoped they would, I wanted to see the look on her face when she found my surprise.
Up top I wore a simple light blue blouse. It was a little more shear than I normally wore to the club and I purposely left my bra in my dresser drawer. I'm not blessed with large enough breasts that I really need one anyway. I usually wear it just to hide my nipples. Tonight I didn't care about that. I wanted her to see me and how excited I anticipated I'd be.
For shoes I put on my tennis shoes. Although I was getting very excited my mind was still focused on my plan of spying on my mom. I wasn't about to creep around her house in heels. I grabbed my dancing shoes too, a modest heeled pump that I could still move pretty well in, and headed out. I intended to maintain the illusion that I planned to go dancing with her as long as I could.
I was almost out the door when I decided to add one more item. I had a thin man's tie that matched my skirt's color. It was long as if it was designed for somebody very tall and it was made of silk. I picked it up in a resale shop some time ago thinking I'd wear it as an accessory someday but had never worn it. I'd heard that a man's tie was really just a way to draw attention to his penis. Well I don't know about that, but after I put it on it did point to my pussy. I wondered if Jeannie would take the hint.
*** Sandra's POV ***
My self imposed three hours of watching lesbian domination videos had the desired effect of keeping my pussy warm, wet and inviting. But it did little to ease my growing sense of anxiety. It was now a little after 5 and I guessed I still had a few hours to go before Nicole would arrive. I decided I had to at least try to do some of my "normal" routine to both kill some time and to keep myself from going insane with lust. I started by dusting the furniture. I always kept the house neat and tidy but since I was having guests an extra quick polish of the tables and shelves was appropriate. Unfortunately that only took about 20 minutes. I guessed I should vacuum. I felt like I was in a bad housewives movie as I paraded throughout the house in my sexy robe with only stockings underneath while tending to the carpet. I felt like a kept woman doing the household chores with my breasts swinging free under the silk covering I was wearing and my pussy slick and constantly demanding attention. I have to admit I liked the feeling. I could see spending the day keeping the house clean for my mistress so she could come home after a hard day's work to a happy home and a grateful slave. My mind began to drift back into its fantasy world. Once again I was struggling to keep my fingers away from my sexual core. I was upstairs cleaning my bedroom and I thought I heard the doorbell over the din of the vacuum. I turned off the motor and listened. The doorbell rang again. Who could it be? Nicole had told me to leave the door unlocked for her and I had. She would have just walked in. I prayed it wasn't Rose again. The bell rang for a third time. I looked at the clock. It was 6:15.
I hurriedly left my bedroom and headed for the stairs. By the time I reached the first floor I was also trying to tie the sash on my robe so I would not be exposed to whoever was here. I also heard my cell phone which I had left on the dining room table beeping that I had a text message. I should have brought it upstairs with me, but I had forgotten it. Oh well, it could wait.
I slowly opened the door a crack and peeked out. There was a young man of 19 or 20 standing on my doorstep. He was wearing the uniform of the pizza shop Nicole worked at and was holding a pizza box. There was a second rectangular box on top which they used when they delivered sandwiches. He was smiling. I opened the door with one hand clutching my robe to protect it from any gusts of wind.
"Special delivery, ma'am," he said. "That's $16.90 total."
I froze momentarily. Obviously I had not ordered a pizza. Clearly Nicole had sent him. What did she want me to do? I invited him in and told him to set the pizza on the living room table. I was thankful I had turned off the TV when I started to clean. I heard my phone chirp again.
"Let me get you some money," I told him. "Wait here."
I could feel his eyes following me as I walked out of the room. My heart was racing. I had not had any real cock for quite some time. I wondered if that was why Nicole had sent him to me. I grabbed my purse off the dining room table and then grabbed my cell phone. I wasn't surprised to see the message was from Nicole.
"I'm sending you dinner. Josh is a good kid. Give him a nice tip. I couple of bucks and a good look at your tits and kitty kat will be sufficient."
I momentarily lost my balance as I read her message and ended up leaning against the wall. I had to steady my nerves before I could grab a $20 bill out of my wallet. Summoning up all my courage I untied the tight knot I had used on the sash for my robe. Instead I just looped the sash lightly over itself. It would look tied but could easily be pulled loose.
I wondered if Josh was going to pounce on me. Nicole had not said one way or the other what I should do if he did. I wasn't prepared to fend him off if he made an advance on me. Who was I kidding? I wanted to pounce on him and I certainly wouldn't struggle if he jumped on me. I walked back into the living room. OK, I sashayed back into the living room. If he was going to watch me walk at least I could give him something nice to see.
My strut and the loosely tied robe gave him a look high up between my thighs. I felt deliciously naughty teasing him that way. I could feel my boobs bouncing around under my robe but I don't think they were popping into view. I felt like dropping to my knees and pleasing him right then and there. What viral young man could resist that? I decided to find out. I raised my hand with the $20 bill as I walked toward him.
"Here you go. Keep the change," I told him. As his hand was about to take the money I "accidentally" dropped the bill to the floor. "Oops, how clumsy of me," I said. "Let me get that for you."
Before he could react I began to drop to my knees in front of him. Did I inattentively let my hand pull the sash of my robe open? Of course I did. I pretended like I didn't notice that my breasts were now completely exposed to his gaze from above me. I fumbled briefly for the bill giving him a better look. I then paused giving him the chance to unzip his fly if he chose. But he didn't. I guess he had orders from Nicole too. I stood up pretending not to notice my charms were now on full display.
"Sorry about that," I said handing him the $20. His eyes were riveted to my chest. He then looked down. I was not as embarrassed as you might think to be exposing myself to him. Nicole's training was obviously working. Still I wasn't just going to stand there and let him think I was flashing him on purpose. I looked down to see what he was looking at and pretended to be shocked that my robe had fallen open. I quickly grabbed the edges and pulled it tightly closed across my body ending his free show.
"You could have said something!" I scolded him, although my tone had a playful edge. For all I knew Nicole had told him to expect a show so I didn't want to be too harsh with him.
"The next time you need a delivery, ask for Josh," he told me before walking out with a shit eating grin on his face. I shut the door and quickly retreated to the couch. I lay back emotionally exhausted but oozing a fresh batch of happy juice.
I slid the sandwich box over and opened the pizza box. A couple of slices would taste very good right now. It was just a small plain cheese pizza. I pulled a slice out and took a big bite. It tasted very salty, not at all like their pizza normally tasted. I got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Upon my return I took another bite. It tasted worse. Something was definitely not right. I decided to try the sandwich. I opened that box and got a shock. Instead of a sandwich or garlic bread the box contained a large black dildo. It had a suction cup for a base and two big balls at the bottom. There was also a silk blindfold and a note. I didn't have to guess who it was from.
"Hello slave. I know Josh likes to put his distinctive protein sauce on the pizzas for my special friends. You can probably guess what it is. I want you to eat the whole pizza. I also figured you needed this for your collection. You might want to be sitting on it in the living room when I arrive."
Suddenly I realized the source of the salty taste. I winced. The small pizza suddenly looked extra large. I then looked at the dildo. How was I ever going to fuck myself with it and not cum? I was going to have to be extra vigilant to sit on it but not give in to my temptation to bounce. Tonight was already off to a wild start. I took a big swig of water and began to eat my dinner. I also licked the base of the dildo and slammed the suction cup down on the edge of my table.
*** Rose's POV ***
I drove around my old neighborhood for about half an hour. I didn't want to be early. Part of me wasn't sure I wanted to be there at all. Finally I summoned up my courage and parked around the block from my mom's house. As I sat in the car I decided to commit to my plan 100% and slid my thong off from under my skirt. If Jeannie did make a move on me I wanted her to be sure I was on board. I also didn't want to give myself the option of backing out. It was also already soaked so it would do much good anyway.
Walking to her house sans underwear was a very new experience for me. I'd never felt the breeze blowing over my pussy lips that way. It was kind of thrilling in its own right. Of course knowing why I was dressed that way was even more exhilarating. The closer I got to Jeannie's house the more I was convinced I was doing the right thing. I picked up my pace. I was glad I was wearing my tennis shoes. I crossed the street so I could try to look in my mom's front window without her being able to tell it was me. I could see her in the living room. She was just sitting there. The TV was on. I didn't recognize the show. It looked like some kind of reality TV garbage.