The Last Cigarette Ch. 03

Context: keeping my subbie's mind off being a fuckwit and from picking up a cigarette ever again, i gave her a series of tasks one a day (paraphrased here and made more narrative)

Again - its all true!

The Last Cigarette part 3

Occupying Her Mind.

There was always the danger, of course, that her new attitude to looking after her health would wane. She had been doing so well for the past month and had resisted buying any more cigarettes, having also thrown away any old packets. But her new regime was always going to be on a knife edge of emotions. The slightest problem in the day might push her over into stupidity and then she'd rejoin her own personal cycle of regret.

To that end, her Dom had revealed to her a plan. He had the thought that if she was too busy thinking about other things, then smoking would be forgotten about. Before she knew it, she would have abstained naturally for a couple of weeks and it would be more of an effort to start again and the benefits far outweighing the negatives.

He told her that he was going to text her a series of thoughts; tasks so to speak, one each day. Each time he was going to require a response from her that would be instantaneous and binding.

'I do as I'm told!'

Texting first thing in the morning before she had fully woken up was a strategy that meant her mind was fully occupied from the first moment of the day. Agreement from her would be almost automatic and from then on the task would become a constant thread of thought.

Working as an assistant in a school, she did not have the job with many opportunities or places during the day for erotic thoughts, but from clips and bites of previous conversation, she had made it clear that she had a lunchtime and the facility of a reasonably sized lockable toilet room. He had a devious mind, that much was certain, and many naughty thoughts for swift tasks that she could undertake with privacy and during her private time.

His tasks would start simple, he told her but as the work days moved on, they would get a little more inventive and naughtier each time.

After her initial trepidation, from then on, she eagerly reached for her phone each day to find the task assigned to her, a smile spreading on her face, and the customary twinge between her legs. Her nipples on end, each time she couldn't help but squeeze them while reading. But every day, she found herself typing the same five words into her WhatsApp.

*Monday morning*

Task: after each visit to the toilet today, after wiping, spread your legs and slowly stroke down the length of your slit for about a minute and think calming thoughts. Close your eyes and centre yourself with deep breaths going in through the nose and out through the mouth.

'I do as I'm told!'

She would be able to fulfill this one easily enough. Though it crossed her mind to not bother and just tell him she had, she was aware that she had broken her promise once before and the guilt had been too much to bear. It was best just to do as she had been told.

Toilet breaks were obviously limited to times out of class, but mid-morning as directed, after she had had a pee and wiped herself dry, she relaxed in the seat with her trousers already pushed to the floor and dropped her knees apart. She breathed deeply, feeling initially a little self conscious, but after a few moments, welcomed the momentary stress relief from the torments of the job.

She felt a little silly; she had work to get back to, jobs to do. Still, she had promised and he had only said to do it for about a minute. This was not exactly an afternoon of commitment.

Taking the moment as she was, she became acutely aware of her surroundings. The noise in the corridor. A shrieking laugh from outside. The remnant drip from the wash basin tap and... her image in the mirror.

The mirror on the far wall, though not large, gave a selective voyeur's viewpoint of her position. She could just about see her tummy with her top pushed up to her naval, and the tops of her thighs and...

She could see her hands covering her private area. Shifting them back and forth, she could see her lips swelling a little, her inner labia curling out through the slit. The pink of the inside seemingly lighter than usual for some reason. Her inner labia unfolding at her touch and pushing back now to her outer lips, revealing and easier to see the swelling swirl of skin that was her clit and her finger encouraging the separation.

Mildly intrigued and with a smile now playing on her lips, she ran her finger into the dark recess between.

After her initial reluctance to open herself up, she felt a surprising amount of moisture and the play of her finger made it a very pleasurable experience. She pushed her longest middle finger in and curled it up and back to herself, the nails of her others brushing her lips and clit. She felt an involuntary gasp escape her lips and muted herself quickly in case of being overheard.

Her mind began to replay the reason she was doing this and the eroticism of doing this very personal act in a seemingly very public place at someone's direction, proved a little too much.

Shock.

Eroticism.

And the slightest bit of guilt that if she continued, then there was a chance that she would go too far to stop.

He had told her to breathe.

She closed her eyes and measured her breath as he had directed, her finger back out now, she did as she had been told and stroked up and down her slit. He had called it 'centre herself' which she hadn't entirely understood at the time, but as the seconds ticked by, she felt her shoulders sag from their involuntary hunch, her chest expand with each breath and her muscles definitively relax around her body.

The time must be up by now.

Reluctantly, and with an awareness that her pussy was now almost running with moisture, she forced her hand away for some more toilet paper, then reached for the phone to text him a confirmation of her compliance and a thank you.

The second time had been at lunch following the usual stressful period and after a sandwich. She had found herself looking forward to her moment on the toilet and this time she lingered a little longer and her mind drifted to her Dom and how he understood her. He had known how much she would enjoy this and the naughtiness of obeying him from this remote distance was not lost on her.

Her mind now on her Dom, she considered his messages and attitude. Neither engendered a reluctance to obey; it was almost a given that she would. A fear that if she didn't, he would put her over his knee, possibly publicly, and wouldn't care. Or more upsetting... he would stop because she hadn't obeyed, and she liked how she felt in communication with him. His nurturing and supportive tone. His brusque and no-nonsense approach. His size and compelling nature.

She felt the familiar feelings of build up occuring much sooner and it was only when her face started to feel heated and her second hand instinctively clutched at a breast, that she forced the other one away from her genitals.

She opened one eye for the mirror and compared her look to one of countless porn images that she had seen over the years. Soft milky white thighs; gaping lips surrounding pretty, swirling labia; her pubic area needing another shave but if her Dom could see her right now, she was sure that he would approve.

If he was there now, would he be on his hands and knees before her to kiss her pussy whilst she held it open for his tongue or would he have his cock out and in her face, with his hand on the back of her head and encouragement for her to take it as deeply as she could into her mouth?

She felt that that moment was a second or two away from an orgasm becoming irreversible, and extremely reluctantly pulled her hand away from her lips.

A shaking breath ironically calmed herself and she reached into the back pocket of her trousers for her phone.

The text message of confirmation and appreciation sent, it was time for the afternoon shift, though this time she knew she would be completing it with a smile on her face.

Standing, she reluctantly shuffled her knickers and trousers back up to her waist. Preening her long dark hair back over her ears she touched up her make-up and where she had unfortunately dribbled at the corner of her mouth and headed on back to work, a smirk playing now in her eyes...

After all, he hadn't told her to do it at home, but then again he hadn't told her that she couldn't either.

*Tuesday morning*

Task: after using the toilet at lunchtime, remove all your lower clothing and fold it neatly onto the toilet seat. Then, standing about a foot from the wall and your feet a good hip's width apart, lean forward to place your elbows against the wall, arching your back and lifting your ass as high as possible.

Remain like this for approximately a minute and think about staying like this throughout the day for your Dom who would come in to just use you.

The task was accompanied by an internet image of the slave pose, a fuzzy picture of a girl with the command 'Wall Wait' beneath it.

She took a deep steadying breath and typed back...

'I do as I'm told.'

She knew about slave poses of course and had practiced one of them before. It was a very submissive act of respect and regard for a Master or Dom. When initially shown this element of the non-vanilla world, she had been quite sceptical, but understood now it was more about heightened senses and acute feelings and not necessarily about pain. Those moments in pose allowed time to reflect and savour what was to come rather than rush headlong to destination. Those moments would allow her to enjoy the moment and appreciate herself for the sexy, curvy woman she was.

The element of clothing removal caused a few heart palpitations though. Yesterday, she had her trousers down anyway. Sitting on the toilet was normal. Should the door have been opened accidentally, apart from the obvious natural embarrassment, there was nothing untoward in her position.

Physically removing her clothes and posing like the slave in the picture was the next level of seriousness.

Again, it crossed her mind to pretend she had, but once again the same surge of guilt assailed her as before. No, she would be doing that on her lunchtime toilet break. She had made her promise. How could she ask a child to make and keep a promise if she herself couldn't?

This time, the task played more heavily on her mind throughout the morning. This time, there was slightly more commitment expected. This time, she was prostrating herself for her Dom on his orders away from what was the safety of the toilet bowl and thinking about doing it for his service.

It was with shaking hands she finished her customary sandwich at lunch and tidied her tupperware away. Trying to stay nonchalant for her work colleagues, passing a jokey comment with them as she did so, she slipped from the staff room and made her way once more to the toilet.

Despite a nervousness about what was about to come, she finished her ablutions and tried to attack the pose leaving her trousers around her ankles. It didn't work. Damn. Her feet wouldn't part far enough.

Nothing else for it.

Sitting back on the plastic seat, she pulled off each shoe in turn and disentangled her trousers and knickers from her ankles.

Conscious now of being completely bare-assed, she slipped the trainers back on, rose to her feet and retook her position facing the wall.

Her mind was a whirl.

There was no way anyone would be coming in, but the fantasy she was running through in her head was... what if she was waiting for her Dom. He would be able to enter, unzip himself and push straight in to her open and willing pussy, her body just a functional tool for his use. Devoid of feelings and emotions. A cum dump of sorts with no care from him whether she came herself, or not.

Why did this turn her on so much? Maybe it was a dawning appreciation that her body was so sexy that she could give any man an instant erection. On reflection she understood why he had set this task... Instead of poisoning her body throughout the day, she should be revelling in its beauty.

Standing in shoes and naked from the waist down was a very liberating experience. A quick look down confirmed that her lips had already started weeping.

She started the count, trying to control her thoughts and emotions, subconsciously raising onto her tiptoes and lifting her ass as high as possible. Arching her back and pushing her elbows against the plaster, her fingers spread wide.

Groaning softly at the thought of being fucked like this in such a private yet public room, the noises outside on either side of the room served to make it an even more decadent act.

Positive her time was up, it was with relief she whipped her hand down to her lips to feel the moistness. Yes, there it was once again. She had time. She could take herself further.

Another stroke and an inserted finger. A rub of her clit and a gentle trace down between her labia.

Should she?

Practicalities took over and with a heavy heart, she redressed instead, reaching for her phone to text her Dom her thanks.

If she had a spare five minutes later, she thought, she would replay that one tonight in her bedroom and see how it looked in the long mirror.

Dressed and demure once more, she flushed the toilet in case there was anybody right outside for the sound effect and unbolted the door.

*Wednesday morning*

The WhatsApp pinged as normal, but each day she found herself more and more desperate to find out what message her Dom had sent next. Instantly awake and strangely aware of everything, including the high alert in her body, she reached for and snatched up the phone from her bedside table.

Task:

Take your suction dildo to work and at some point during the day, stick it to the toilet seat. Take your trousers and knickers down or totally off. Your choice.

Sit on the dildo until you feel comfortable and your ass cheeks are flush to the seat, then raise and lower yourself for up to a minute.

Clench your kegel muscles and imagine it was a lover, boss or client in their chair whom you had been instructed to service.

Wow. This was most definitely a 'next step' task. He had said it was going to ramp up each day.

Her shaking fingers typed each letter of her reply hastily, having to delete back a couple of errors but eventually managing the words.

'I do as I'm told.'

This task had a whole new level of challenge, and her pulse rate raced slightly as she sprang from the bed and quickly searched through her underwear drawer for the suction dildo that she had mentioned ages ago to him. He had a good memory. She had almost forgotten about it since she had bought it a few years ago and remembered being a little unimpressed by it at the time. It had only come up in conversation as an anecdote.

Holding it today however, and knowing what her instructions were, she couldn't help but look at it with new eyes and a new viewpoint. She clasped it's girth in her hand and felt it squeeze.

Covered in lint, it needed a wash. Scrubbing it in the sink, she couldn't help but smile. The suction pad looked undamaged and it attached easily to the basin, sticking up and wobbling around in quite a comical fashion when released. No doubt when it was time to be mounting it, it wouldn't be such a humorous moment.

Later, throughout the morning, she slid her phone surreptitiously out of her pocket and scrolled through his messages. Reading and re-reading his instructions kept her feeling deliciously on edge, and by the time the moment came to leave the staff room for a customary toilet visit before returning to work duties, she was feeling extremely keyed up.

Taking her handbag with her, she could almost feel the other members of staff staring at it. Did they know what she was carrying? Did they know what she was about to do? She was positive she saw her friend's eyes tracking her bag as she rose with it from her seat.

Was that guilt maybe?

It was all in her mind.

Anyway, there was no way that anyone could know she had it with her. Deep breaths, girl.

She entered the toilet and slid the lock into place. Safe. Private. Secluded.

Ironically, she couldn't pee with the excitement of what she was about to do. After a brief second with nothing happening, she felt she couldn't put it off any longer, and reached the dildo from her bag.

Putting the seat cover down, she removed, wetted, and stuck the suction dildo to roughly the middle. Humour was not an emotion right now. Though it flexed and wobbled for a moment, her eyes viewed it with hunger rather than amusement.

Standing up to adjust her clothing around her feet, she couldn't take her eyes off it. Proud and erect, it still shook slightly every time she knocked the seat. Curved slightly and with false veins running its length, it looked very real apart from its colour and the fact it was most obviously rubber. Excitement was the emotion.

Her hand between her legs.

Soaking.

Like a fucking river down there.

No problems with getting it in then. Turning around, she squatted cautiously, a guiding hand between her legs. Angling it slightly, she felt herself open up obligingly for the stiff piece of shaped rubber, feeling it enter surprisingly easily. Her natural weight, the position she was in and the strain on her leg muscles meant that she couldn't spend too long rocking on its tip, and she felt the familiar feelings of being full as she sank down.

Her ass cheeks met the cold plastic of the toilet seat, but the temperature barely registered as she moaned her enjoyment at being filled so completely.

She took a moment with her hands on her clit, feeling the stiff rubber behind her own squishy, squelching flesh.

Her arms now placed either side of her, she supported her weight as best as she could on the seat, and raised herself up.

The rub on her clit and between her labia caused an immediate involuntary moan.

Suddenly aware of how her body was going to respond to this, she clenched her teeth to resist more sound. Her hands and weight holding the seat in position, the last thing she needed was that banging up and down on the toilet bowl.

Up and down.

Her pussy was gripping the shaft tightly. One hand on the seat, the other on her clit.

Oh my God.

That felt good.

Her closed eyes and head filled her with the fantasy of being a corporate gift fuck. Told to fuck the boss. Shit. What would he see from behind her? Told her to fuck a client? An open ass on each raise up. Fucking Sir. Lift your chest girl, he would want your breasts pert.

Up and down. Slow and methodical. The work was down to her. He would sit and enjoy. Would it be better with heels on? It would tilt her hips and give a better view from behind. Fuck! What about stockings? Traditionally erotic.

Again, the eroticism of the lewd act which she would not have normally done anyway in such a public location, played with her head and took over her normal staid practical thoughts. She felt young again; half her age. In fact, she would not have even thought about doing something like this as a much younger woman, let alone now as a woman with her own children. It felt very naughty, and even more so on someone else's direction; under someone else's control.

Up and down.

She could feel the fake veins in the rubber. The fantasy was not about her own pleasure, but the act most definitely was.

Playing with any dildo was usually a quiet Sunday morning activity before the usual grind cut in for the day, not something done in the staff toilets at work during the lunchtime.

Up and down.

It was filling her nicely. Completely.

A rub on her clit, and a slight bang as the seat parted momentarily from the bowl.

Fuck. What was she doing?