A Different Kind of Assignment!

A hot bath, and then off to bed I went; locking doors and turning off lights. Finally crawling under my fuzzy flannel sheet, I arranged my nest of pillows and turned off my bedside light. The pink neon glow from my night light the only break in the darkness. Closing my eyes, I laid my head back I contemplated just falling asleep and explaining that to you tomorrow. A knot of fear churned in my stomach. Was I really going to do what you told me to do? I hate the feelings inside, the part of me that is erotically excited and building off the fear. I hate how it controls me and compels me to do what you’ve said to do. Indecision plays in my mind, fall asleep and take the consequences, or the humiliating alternative of doing it. Something changed tonight, I saw it happening in the things you said, in the tone you seemed to take in what you said. I get so torn, do I do this to please you, or are you just messing around with my mind? But I can’t listen to that logical part of my mind right now, or I’ll never do this.

I roll over to the opposite edge of the bed, hanging over in the darkness to find the toys I’m looking for. Selecting a normal sized dildo, and pushing away the other toys. Choose one for in my mouth you said, but I can’t do that. Sighing I think about it, and just can’t bring myself to put one in my mouth. I ponder selecting a gag, but pass on that as well, I’ll just have to take my chances I guess, figuring it’s just one small part of your instructions. At least I try to convince myself of that. Another part of my mind says, just tell him you did it, he’ll never know. But I couldn’t do that either, so I just try not to think about it anymore. Taking the rubber toy I roll back over into my nest of pillows. I reach into my table side drawer where I always keep my vibrator. Why am I giggling foolishly I wonder as small giggles bubble out of my mouth, I’m pretty sure that if anyone saw me right now my cheeks would be bright red. Laying the toys beside me in the bed I pick up the little alarm clock, trying to remember the time amount. Wondering how foolish this will be, shaking my head I still can’t believe I’m going through with it. I suddenly can’t remember how much time to give it, 23 or 27 minutes, finally settling on 25 minutes. I have high doubts that this will work at all; I feel like I’m just doing the motions but nothing will come of it.

Laying back in on the bed my fingers slide over my sex, as always I tug a bit on my rings, almost to assure myself they are still there; no logical reason for it, just an unconscious habit. I find myself wet and open, a surge of shame washes over me that parts of me are already aroused. Using my left hand, rather clumsily, I press the cold rubber against my wetness, moving it around getting the top of it wet enough to push in.

I push it deep into myself, gasping a bit and closing my eyes as urgent sensations run over my body causing my nipples to harden. Hating trying to do this with my left hand I use the heel of my left foot to push the rubber toy deep into myself and hold it there as I lift my hips and move against it, letting it slide in and out as quickly or deeply as I want. My right hand turns on the vibrating toy, the buzz filing the room, and as always a brief moment of fear as I glance at the stair way door to be sure it’s not open.       

Pressing the vibrator into the wet flesh above the dildo, spinning it letting the hard plastic get wet before pressing it down onto my clit, squishing it back against my pelvic bone. My left hand taps the top of the alarm clock to check the time, I still have 20 minutes, and I worry that I’m never going to get to the point where I’ll have to hold off. Fear makes me worry that the alarm will go off without me. I try to picture images in my mind, the fear and excitement of being told to do this while you watch. My stomach churns into knots, embarrassment over even thinking about it. I busy my mind imagining a warm body beside me, leaning down whisper naughty things to me while moving the toys inside me as I beg and cry for him to stop. My body is responding, my urges are building and my left hand reaches out to tap the clock again – 5 minutes. Suddenly I’m not sure if I can wait, I slow my motions backing off from the ledge of my orgasm.  It starts to build again, but this time it’s painfully hard to stop and hold back. My left hand fumbling with the clock, seeing 2 minutes to go. Panting and moaning softly I imagine myself begging, but being told to wait – wait for permission, don’t cum into your allowed to. Frantically I tap the clock, 1 minute. I push the clock away, the minute seems to last an hour as I keep waiting and holding back, worry that I’m not going to keep from cuming. 

The alarm finally goes off. The imagined voice beside me leans close and whispers permission as my body finally is allowed to explode, hard and urgently, my insides clenching around the hard rubber toy as my hips arch and I squirm groaning. As the first cedes I find a second building and then I’m cuming again. Laying back panting softly and just stretching out my legs, my calf muscles tense from my toes curling so hard. Reaching down I push the dildo back inside myself, pressing it deep letting it hit deeply against my cervix, building my arousal again. Once again I begin building myself up, it doesn’t take long at this point. Cumming a third and fourth time before relaxing back, my arms feeling like jelly as I murr happily into my pillows. Thinking about you instructing me to cum six times I just laugh softly to myself. I just want to sleep at this point, and don’t think I can do it again. Slowly playing with myself as time slips by, I think about what I’ve been doing, and embarrassment flushes over me chased quickly away by a deep warm feeling of wanting to believe that I’m actually doing something that someone wants me to do.  Slowly I feel my desires building, and unexpectedly I cum for a fifth time, harder and longer then before.