Watch what you wish for
Story 86 in the Master Chris Collection
By: Master Chris
Stephanie was embarrassed. She could feel the hot flush of it on her cheeks
and down her neck and even down the front of her chest. It was a simmering
kind of embarrassment, the kind that might have you wake up in the middle of
the night, years later reliving the moment as though it was happening again.
It was entirely her own doing of course, but it didn't seem to lessen the
feeling.
It had all started out with Stephanie and her boyfriend Carl. Things were
fine between them; stable, happy, content... but there was something missing
for Stephanie, something of the fire and passion that she always thought
would come with the relationship with someone she loved. Carl and Stephanie
had been together for almost three years now, since Stephanie was 19 and
Carl was 22. They had been instantly attracted to each other and seemed to
fit together like a couple that had known each other for years. Stephanie
seemed to know instinctively that Carl was 'the one' almost as soon as they
met.
Now, they had been living together for almost a year. The two of them had
made it a happy apartment with all the trappings of a long-term home. They
had settled into a routine and therein lay the problem. Stephanie wasn't
ready to settle down. She still wanted the fire, the passion, the heat of
anticipation and it seemed to have been leeched out of her relationship week
by week.
She had tried a couple of things to get the juices flowing but Carl seemed
more interested in his computer and the Internet than in coming to bed early
to try something different. Lingerie had cost Stephanie almost a whole
paycheque. She had figured the hot garters and stockings with a transparent
bra and panties would have had Carl foaming at the mouth. It hadn't. Oh
sure, he had appreciated them but once she had finally begged him to come to
bed, the sex had been business as usual. Stephanie wasn't sure what it was
she wanted, maybe that he'd be so turned on that he'd have ripped the scanty
clothing right off her body and ravish her... Anyway, it hadn't happened.
Stephanie knew he had a fantasy life. She had browsed through all the files
on the Internet. Domination and Submission stories and pictures seemed his
favorite kink. Borrowing the handcuffs from her police friend Sharon had
been inspired. Surely this would let Carl know what she wanted... but no,
he didn't seem to catch the clue. They had discussed having a threesome
but none of the combinations they seemed to think up would work. Stephanie
didn't want to have sex with a woman and Carl couldn't stomach the idea of
her with another man.
Stephanie couldn't really complain. Sex with Carl was Ok. He seemed to
make an effort to please her but something was missing and week by week, it
gnawed at her.
It was finally her best friend Sharon who gave her the current plan. Sharon
asked how the handcuffs had worked when she returned them and Stephanie had
burst into tears. It took a while but finally Sharon coaxed the story out
of her.
What Carl needed, Sharon said was a stimulus so direct, so unavoidable, that
every erotic synapse in his brain would fire simultaneously. She had
coached Stephanie on just what to do and now, a week later, Stephanie was
doing it.
It was embarrassing.
Stephanie had been in the exposing position now for almost 10 minutes and,
instead of being more comfortable, she felt more open and more exposed every
second she was there. It had sounded all so simple when Sharon had
described it. Carl could be counted on to always come home between 6:00pm
and 6:15pm. Stephanie was to be waiting for him, suggested Sharon, in a
manner that Carl couldn't help but ignore. They had set it up that way.
Stephanie had come home early from work today just to be sure she'd be ready
in time. She had started about 4:00pm with a slow luxurious bath, soaking
all over. Her fingers stroked herself all over as she washed herself. She
had been wet and horny all day, just thinking about this evening but she
managed to resist teasing herself to completion in the bath. As Sharon had
suggested, Stephanie took this opportunity to use her razor to shave her
light brown puss completely. "No man can resist a clean-shaven woman," she
had giggled.
Stephanie was sure to wash 'all' over. Given the liberties that she hoped
Carl would take tonight with her body, she even reached back to slide a
soapy finger in and out of her bottom, making sure even it was squeaky
clean.
Finally out of the bath, Stephanie wrapped herself in a towel and got the
rest of her plans ready. The note had been carefully written in advance and
put in its sealed envelope. Stephanie set it aside for the last moment.
The other supplies she had purchased were all in her briefcase. She took a
thick bath towel and, having folded it carefully, placed it on the dining
room table. Next to it she put the blindfold, the Vaseline and the rectal
sex toy that she and Sharon had gone to buy together. Stephanie felt a
shiver go down her spine as she looked at the jar of petroleum jelly.
Playing with her bottom was not something that she had a lot of experience
with.
Stephanie looked at her watch; 5:45pm, only a few more minutes before it
would be too late to turn back. Grabbing some scotch tape, she went quickly
to the front door and taped the envelope with the large "Carl - Read me
before coming in!' on the front to middle of the door. He wouldn't be able
to miss it.
With only a couple of minutes now, Stephanie stood back to imagine the view
that Carl would have when he entered the apartment. The dining room table
was in plain view of the door. She'd be impossible to miss as he entered.
Of course for as long as the front door was open, that meant she'd also be
visible to anyone in the apartment building corridor. Stephanie shivered
again... too late to back out now.
Throwing her towel aside, Stephanie now walked, completely naked up to the
table and climbed up on her knees. Placing her knees as wide apart as the
towel she had folded there earlier, she placed herself facing directly away
from the front door to the apartment. Stephanie's ankles were just over the
edge of the table. She reached down to pick up the blindfold and placed it
over her eyes. The sudden loss of sight took her breath away. It seemed to
focus her attention even more on her naked body. Stephanie knew she was
alone in the apartment, but with the blindfold on, she felt like there was
someone looking at her all the time.
Leaning forward slowly to her hands and knees, Stephanie adopted the pose
that Sharon had suggested to her earlier. Lower and lower her head went
until it was cradled in her crossed arms. As her back arched down,
Stephanie's nipples touched the cool hard surface of the table. "Ooooh" she
gasped. The touch was electric. Her nipples, already hard from all the
excitement crinkled up until they ached.
Stephanie had nothing to do now but to wait... and think. Her arched back
presented her bottom and more in the most exposing position possible.
Stephanie had peeked in the mirror earlier and knew that even from the front
door, Carl was going to be able to clearly see everything she had to offer.
With her eyes covered, every other sense seemed to kick into overdrive to
compensate. It was as though every hair follicle on her skin was standing
up and quivering, waiting to be touched. Stephanie felt the gentlest waft
of air cross right between her legs and across her stretched and exposed
anus. It made her only too aware how spread open and exposed it was.
Her nipples hadn't softened at all. If anything, they were trying to poke
right through the table. They were almost always sensitive but now, they
seemed to tingle from inside her firm B-cup breasts.
Her freshly shaved mons was hot and engorged, Stephanie knew that she was
wet, soaking wet and that her inner lips were starting to puff out. How
long until she started dripping right onto the table? she wondered. The
slightest movement of air in the apartment made her wet lips even more
sensitive. Speaking of sensitive, Stephanie now could feel her clitoris
starting to poke out of its usual hiding place. She longed to reach down,
to stroke it, to slide a wet finger along it, just for a moment but she
resisted. She knew that in the state she was in, it would take only seconds
to come and then this would all be wasted.
Of all Stephanie's senses though, her sense of hearing seemed to have
increased tenfold. It was as though she had just adopted super-hearing.
Every creak, every sound in the street, a drip of water in the sink, but
particularly the sounds from outside the apartment door came to her as
though amplified.
It had only been ten minutes, but in each of those minutes, Stephanie had
been filled with questions, with wondering and, of course, with heat at the
anticipation of what would come any minute now. Each thought she came up
with seemed even hotter than the last, each scenario and fantasy that came
to mind seemed to increase her heartbeat. Through it all was an
undercurrent of embarrassment, of being more exposed than even her doctor
had seen her, of waiting in this most submissive display position.
The sound of the key in the door seemed as loud as a crash of dishes might
be in the kitchen. From full-blown fantasy to full stop in a millisecond,
Stephanie suddenly held her breath. It was Carl. Ohmigod, thought
Stephanie, he's reading the note now. It's too late. Oh, my.
The note had been very simple. Sharon had dictated it to Stephanie:
"Carl. When you come in, you'll find me waiting for you, naked and
blindfolded. I am yours to do with as you wish for as long as you leave the
blindfold on. Love, Steph"
The key turned in the lock and the door opened and Stephanie now knew that
she could be seen, all of her, completely and utterly exposed to anyone who
happened to be in the doorway. Suddenly a horrible thought came to her, "Oh
my God! What if he's not alone!!! What have I done!" A full blush came
down her face all the way to her breasts at the thought. The desire to
jump up and run was physical but Stephanie resisted. She had put herself on
display and now it was up to her lover to take her off he so chose. The
door was still open, Stephanie had not heard it close, it seemed to have
been open for 10 minutes although she knew it could not have been more than
a few seconds so far. She knew that anyone who wandered down the corridor
would see her and she prayed for the door to close but Carl held it open for
what seemed like ages before the click of the door closing let Stephanie
finally take a deep breath of relief.
She could hear every one of his steps as he crossed the distance between
them. Stephanie could feel herself tense up, waiting for his touch. Even
though she couldn't see him at all, she could feel his eyes roving over her.
She could feel the heat on her face and neck as she blushed some more with
the thought of how exposed she was to him.
His touch, when it finally came was featherlite. Just the tips of his
fingers trailing up the inside of her left thigh from just above her knee,
slowly, higher and higher. "Mmmmm" moaned Stephanie. Her breath was coming
in short gasps now. Oh, if only she knew how close she was to coming.
Carl chuckled. "You seem very hot." He whispered.
"Oh yes," she said.
Carl chuckled again. Stephanie heard his steps as he walked toward the
bedroom. Exposed as she was, she was sure that he'd not be able to resist
jumping on her right away. Should she get up, would he come back?
Stephanie heard him walking around the apartment. Now in the bedroom, now
in the bathroom. Finally, the sound of his steps let her follow him back to
where she waited, open, and displayed for him.
His fingertips touched her again, this time high on her back. Both his
hands, trailed down either side of her spine until they were sliding down
her smooth buttocks. Stephanie could feel them as they rested gently on
her bottom, one hand on either side, cupping her gently. With a firm,
motion, Carl's hands spread Stephanie's buttocks, wide, wide apart, using
his thumbs along the crack of her bottom to display Stephanie's anus
completely to his gaze. Stephanie gulped air and held her breath. If she
had been exposed before, she was spread wide open now. Stephanie's body
seemed to have a mind of its own. She felt a gush of heat and wetness deep
in her belly. Her anus 'winked' open and closed as she felt Carl's eyes
boring into it from only a few inches away. It prompted him to chuckle
again.
Carl's hands let Stephanie's bottom go and then slid lower to discover what
he no doubt could have seen from the moment he entered the door. Stephanie
felt his thumbs slide gently along the newly shaven lips of her drenched
pussy, studiously avoiding her engorged clit. He could hardly miss it.
Carl had never seen it sticking so far out of its tiny cover.
Stephanie's breathing was a series of gasps now as Carl's fingers peeled her
inner lips wide open. She was, soaked, dripping even. Carl chuckled at her
frustration. It would take about 10 seconds to bring her off if he just
touched her clit, he guessed.
Carl removed his hands, leaving Stephanie in what was still a tremendously
exposed position. Stephanie's ears picked up again, trying to guess what
he'd do next.
The cold touch of something right at the center of her tight anus made her
jerk her hips forward involuntarily. It was, of course, the Vaseline. Carl
had taken a large dollop of it on his forefinger and touched just the tip of
the petroleum jelly to the center of her light brown anal ring. Stephanie
moaned and started to move her hips slightly as Carl made tiny little
circles around the bundle of nerves. Stephanie couldn't help her anus
winking in and out, drawing some of the Vaseline into her bottom with each
motion. Finally, after what seemed to Stephanie like an hour of torment but
was only a minute or so, Carl slipped the tip of his finger into the tight
ring of muscle.
Stephanie held her breath again as he teased in and out in tiny millimeter
movements. Despite the tiny movements, Stephanie found her hips starting to
slowly rock backwards and forwards, trying to get more of him into her
behind. Carl took his time, choosing his moment to slowly, but firmly slide
his finger its full length deep into Stephanie's rectal canal. He held it
there a moment, the moved the tip of his finger in a large circle deep in
her body. The reaction was electric. Stephanie arched her back and pushed
hard against Carl as she moaned loudly. Carl slowly pulled his finger all
the way out. A moment later, newly covered with more of the cool slippery
jelly, he slid his finger again as far as it would reach into the pretty
girl's bottom.
When he pulled his finger out for the fourth time, Carl had thoroughly
lubricated his young girlfriend's bottom its full measure. Any more and
Stephanie probably would have had an orgasm just from the anal play.
Stephanie waited for a fifth insertion. She was so ready. If he'd just
play with her like that for another couple of minutes, she'd be able to
climax just like that!
The next touch at her anus though felt different. It wasn't Carl's finger
this time. "Oh my, it's the plug," she realized. Carl teased just the tip
of the black rectal plug into her. He moved it in and out, letting her anus
get ready to stretch wider. Then with one had palping her bottom a little
more open, Carl slowly slid the plug in to its widest point and held it
there.
Stephanie had never felt so spread, so exposed, so, so opened as she was by
the wide part of the plug. Carl held it for a moment, then twisted it
slowly, activating every nerve ending in Stephanie's bottom at once. As
Stephanie gasped for air, Carl slid the plug home, letting her sphincter
pull it the last centimeter or so as it closed tight on the narrow neck of
the toy. The wide base meant it wasn't going any further in or out until
Carl moved it himself.
Stephanie was even more turned on than ever. Now, what would Carl do?
The sound of a jar top being popped off startled Stephanie. Carl had
already opened the Vaseline and that had been the only jar Stephanie had
left for him to find. What was this?
The smell of the Vics Vap-O-Rub was unmistakable. Stephanie raised her
eyebrows under the blindfold. What next? She wondered.
She didn't have long to wait. Stephanie's over-stimulated nipples had been
barely grazing the tabletop since she had assumed this terribly exposing
position. Now, she felt Carl's fingers sliding along the table to trap her
left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Stephanie had been blessed
(she sometimes said Cursed) with nipples that were larger than average.
They were a light brown and easily aroused. When erect, the nipples became
very thick and stuck out to embarrassing proportions especially when she
didn't wear a bra.
Now Carl was teasing one of them and it had never been so hard in
Stephanie's life. He rolled it gently with slippery fingers. Stephanie
knew he was covering it with the Vics. He moved slowly now to her other
side and applied the same teasing, gentle touch to the neglected nipple. As
he was doing so, Stephanie could feel the heat begin in the first. She
moaned again as that part of her body, already highly aroused, was
stimulated yet further.
Stephanie's body was in constant motion now. The plug in her rear felt kept
her rectum deeply filled and her anus held open. From her blindfolded
vantage point, Stephanie felt as thought it was open for display; for all to
see; as though a throng of spectators could see through the plug into the
deepest recesses of her body.
Her face was still a beet red but whether it was still from embarrassment
was academic. The sexual excitement running through every nerve ending in
her body had her in a full-body flush.
The heating stimulation of her nipples only added to the turmoil. It was as
though she couldn't concentrate; couldn't figure out what part of her body
she should focus on. All the while, all kinds of parts of her body were
crying out for immediately and urgent attention.
The sound of a 'click' and a flash that Stephanie could see even under her
blindfold made her jump. He was taking pictures of her! She felt an urgent
need to jump up and run and hide but knew that she wouldn't. The whole
scene had excited her to the point that Carl could have invited in the whole
neighborhood and Stephanie didn't think she'd move an inch.
Additional pictures followed. Each click came from a different direction.
When he was directly behind her there were quite a number of them.
Stephanie knew that her exposure was now immortalized in those pictures.
A new touch stroked up Stephanie's left thigh. It was scratchy. It made
tiny stroking motions further and further up then stroked her smooth
buttocks gently.
Finally, Carl spoke to her. "So, you've been looking for a little more
excitement?" he whispered. "Well, a submissive girl like you should know
what's coming next then. When you're naughty, you know you need to be
punished by your Master and I've brought just the tool from your night table
to do it with."
Stephanie couldn't believe her ears. Was this more than she'd bargained
for? She knew now what she was feeling along her bottom. It was the
bristles of her hairbrush.
As she was thinking about it, the hairbrush left her bottom and the next
sound she heard was a sharp smack. The instant burning heat from the spank
to her left buttock seemed to follow the sound a full second or two later.
By then there were two more spanks to contend with. Carl spanked firmly and
evenly across both sides of her bottom until it turned from lily white to a
sharp pink. By then, Stephanie was gasping at every spank. It had only
been going on for a few short minutes when it stopped.
Stephanie's bottom was rocking back and forth now in a clearly sexual
movement. Oh, when, would he let her cum.
Finally, she could feel a touch at her soaked pussy.
"I know you play with this," said Carl. "I know what you think of when you
do it and I know how you play with it."
Stephanie couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could Carl possibly
know how she played with herself?
Carl was touching her pussy now with something... What was it? Oh God! It
was the handle of her hairbrush! How on Earth had he known? The tip of the
brush teased in and out then Carl slid the whole handle deep into her. How
had he ever known that it had been in there before?
Carl twisted the brush slowly while sliding it in and out. Stephanie knew
it wouldn't take long. She was so close.
Carl slid his free hand down near the brush handle. The very tip of his
finger found her exposed clit just waiting for something, anything to touch
it.
He made tiny circular strokes around the hard nubbin as he leaned down near
Stephanie's ear. "You know what they say, Be careful what you wish for, you
might get it. I can tell you it's going to be very, very different around
here from now on."
It was the final straw. Stephanie felt her body convulse from her toes to
her fingertips to the very center of her belly. It seemed to go on and on
and on. Her legs flopped out wide, then together and she came and came and
came.
