thi ca chi emailed me late last week that she was online again and willing to submit to another round of games. As you might expect, I was eager to pick up where we left off.
I wrote her the following scenario and instructions:
thi ca chi: picture yourself in this scenario
thi.ca.chi returned to work after lunch and went about her normal business. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, something in the building or at her desk.
She laughed, that didn't make any sense at all. Everything was right where she left it.
Except... maybe...
There were three rubber bands sitting at the far end of the desk. Did I leave those there? she wondered. They were the medium-sized kind, about 1/2 inch wide and 4 inches around. Plain tan, nothing special about them.
So why did her eyes keep going back to them? Wondering why they were there. As the afternoon wore on, she was more and more distracted. she was POSITIVE she hadn't put them there.
But then, who did?
She looked around. The place was pretty quiet, no more, no less than usual. She let herself indulge a fantasy. David had slipped in at lunch time while she was driving home. Lying to her about the fact that he couldn't chat online because of "RL issues". In fact, he'd been there all along. Watching her all morning, from some unknown vantage point.
She looked around. There were three possible spots, enough to let her keep on with the fantasy.
She thought to herself "what would David like his slave to do in this situation?"
She knew immediately. She opened her knees wide underneath the desk and crossed her ankles, forcing her crotch just that much more open. she looked around again. Nobody was nearby. She pinched her nipples through her shirt, feeling the fabric biting into them. She ground them between thumb and finger, imaginging David's hands on her.
"What would he want? What would he want?" she thought. Her eyes kept going back to the rubber bands.
"ding" - incoming PM.
"Lean your head back a little the next time you twist your nipples" : DAVID
She turned anxiously. Where the fuck was he!?
"Hello?" : DAVID
She looked at the screen. Fuck!
"Go into the bathroom and wrap one of the rubber bands around the base of each of your titties. Wear them for 20 minutes. less if you feel your body might be having trouble. Not just because you don't like it, cunt.
"The third rubber band goes around your left wrist.
"Every 8 minutes, snap it. Hard. EVERY 8 minutes. If you're in a meeting or some such, you can explain you're quitting smoking...
"After 20 minutes, take off the tittie bands. Put them on again once every hour until you leave for the day. Wear them home.
"When you get home, immediately strip naked and kneel in front of your computer. Stuff the middle finger of your left hand up your asshole and with your right hand, type me up a little love letter about how your afternoon went..."
David signed off.
She looked around, wondered where he was. Or if he was even there. Hell! could just be toying with her. But how would he know there were 3 rubber bands on the desk?
She took a deep breath and, fingers trembling, picked up the rubber bands and went into the ladie's room.
-- did you picture it? were you able to picture yourself there?
Now, do it. Act it out. A dripping, hungry cunt bitch like you would want to be used like that, wouldn't she?
Write me a report when you're finished.
-- I'll post her report next.
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