Trials and Tribulations of A’s sub

Trials and Tribulations of A sub.

Lauren and I had been getting to know each other for a while. Various chance encounters had led to the two of us getting closer to each other. Whilst not shy in coming forward, she remained a bit of an enigma with her closely guarded emotions. Having looked on from afar, whilst she maintained her relationship with Mark and looked after her son Josh, I thought there was always the potential there for something more but to date nothing had been forthcoming. One night, after a random conversation this all changed……..

How to describe Lauren? At 26 she stands at a petite 5”4 with a sensuous hour glass shape. Brown hair with highlights dress forth from her Jamaican roots. Her devilish brown eyes always dance with a playful hint of mischief. Her lightly bronzed skin wraps itself around her tight frame. She is the sort of girl that can leave men foaming at the mouth, with her hour glass figure, Size F breasts and a flirty nature many men have tried. What Lauren keeps somewhat secret however, is her perverse kinky side.

When away from prying eyes and behind closed doors her demeanour changes from lady to a freak between the sheets.

“There’s easier ways to get a lady to strip” Lauren replied, her usual flirty tone, highlighted by the chirp of the text on the phone.

“Oh really, So If I had said so, you would have done it” I replied, in a slightly intrigued way. Was there enough in the text to indicate she was interested……

A short pause ensued before the phone lit up again.

“Hypothetically speaking, if no one gets hurt……..” She continued the conversation but the message was well and truly out of the box. As the conversation continued various strands of their friendship converged into one.

Already knowing Lauren’s kink of humiliation, ideas formed in my head. This could become quite exciting indeed.
“I’m going to give you some tasks to do. I expect them done.”

Would she take the bait…..

“What sort of tasks” came her reply.

“For large parts of your near future now, I am going to own your body. You will cum on request, perform for me how I see fit and we will stretch your limits with your submission”

“Simple one to start with, you have to come up with 5 punishments, for when you fail a task, for every poor punishment you suggest a video of yours will be posted online for the whole world to see how much of a slut you are. You shall also not wear any panties in work today!”

“Ok” she replied, a slight whirl of anticipation was in the air. Would she see the challenge through? Whilst she thought she was submissive, some of the tasks would really push her boundaries out, whilst she liked the idea of that, how would it play out?

Later on that day, the message came through, she had done as requested. Her paper thin pencil skirt covered her round shapely ass, leaving little to the imagination. As the day wore on she could feel eyes in the back of her head, people staring at her ass, trying to detect the outline of her thong. Would anyone notice? The thought turned her on and she started to get wet. Her mind raced at the things she wanted to do. Sat next to her boss and colleagues, the turn on of being so filthy just under their noses made her wet even more. She started thinking about her punishments. Whilst the idea of the videos also turned her on, she was somewhat reluctant to get caught. The punishments would have to be suitable! She liked a bit of pain but a enjoying a punishment wasnt an option. She knew I would decide if they were suitable and I wasnt to messed around.

Her phone lit up startling her out of her day dream.

“At 3.30pm Go to the toilet, drop your skirt and finger yourself hard for 5 mins, I want the juices to pour out of you.” Her breath became somewhat shallow for a while, the thought immensely turned her on. But how would she complete the task, at work? As the minutes ticked down, she made her excuses about making a call and scampered off to the bathroom. Inside the toilet, she waited for the final minute to tick off. She knew he wanted her to really finger herself hard. Beads of sweat appeared at the bottom of her neck as she knew if anyone else came in to an apparent empty toilet, the sounds of her fingering herself furiously would be apparent. She eased the pencil skirt down her legs and just let it hold around her knees. She reached down to her pussy and was slightly shocked at how wet she was, her fingers glistened as she started working them in and out of her pussy. She tried to stiffle a moan but was unsuccesful. She added another finger and started to pound her pussy , sloshing noises rebounded round the bathroom, as her fingers disappeared at pace inside her.