Michelle sat back after copy and pasting the last of their chat conversation to read over again, that last command hanging heavy in the air. She changed into her pjs as she thought about how she wanted to execute her orders, absently deciding on her silk bathrobe as sleepwear because she didn’t own a man’s button down like the one he pictured her in earlier. Silk against skin was a compromise she was willing to make instead of digging out a shirt with buttons- the most readily available being her uniform top. That was a fantasy for another time.

Yes, she would give him an account of just how wet he made her- it only seemed fair after the daylong foreplay with words they’d exchanged. She wondered, then, if he would share it with his wife, wondered just how telling an account of her masturbation would be to the both of them, and she wondered how she’d feel about all of this come morning.

Such thoughts didn’t stop her from getting comfortable in her desk chair once again, to take pleasure in his words from start to finish. As she read, absently her hand started etching out lazy circles along the side of her thigh where the robe didn’t quite reach. By the time Michelle had finished her reread, the warmth in her gut had already clenched, dampening the space hidden by black boy shorts. Sensitized by the words and by her own fingers’ gentle stroking, she was more than ready to find release. Checking the time made up Michelle’s mind for her; she would write just enough to have a good place to pick up from, then she would come back to her account after she finished.

Fun thought- that- but she did have the best of intentions. She was just too heated to wait. Focused on his last lines, she could hear his voice in her head, “Now, little girl, I am going to bed. You have your orders…cum soaked panties before bed.”

Michelle’s hands found their way into her hair, her nails brushing up her scalp into a stretch. When she brought her hands back down, she let them drag behind her neck and down, over her collar bone and down between her breasts to her belly, only touching skin where the silk had fallen open.