“Oh yeah, good idea,” I said. “Thanks.”
* * * *
When I returned to my office a large box sat atop my desk. The Dell logo gave its contents away. The fact that Luke negotiated getting me a computer just before leaving on a plane left me awed. He’d managed to have it delivered as well. It’s good to be the king, as they say. After I moved the box to the extra chair in my office, I set about finishing my paperwork. I found it hard to focus, wondering repeatedly how Luke had turned a suggestion into reality so quickly. His money and influence had proved formidable and I began to enjoy the possibilities.
* * * *
I placed an order for a chicken Caesar salad prior to leaving work and picked it up on the way home. I set up the salad ceremoniously alongside the box, unpacked my new computer, and frenetically dove into both. I was eager to send Luke an email to thank him for the laptop. Would I hear from him right away, or would he make me wait?
In the past loading up a new computer for the first time had proved an arduous process, but when I turned on my new laptop, it loaded immediately. On the screen an electronic Post-it waited. It read:
I thought I would take care of this for you.
I’m sure you’ll find the computer adequate.
—Luke
I looked at the business card Luke had given me previously. Luke Hall. I stared at his last name. Somehow it felt right.
I opened up the browser and Yahoo automatically loaded for me to sign in. I couldn’t come up with a subject line. I typed in “I’m sorry” and erased it. Then “My Reaction” and erased that. Then I wrote “FUCK it!” I finally settled on “This morning ….”
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: This morning ….
Luke,
Thank you very much for rescuing me from having to choose the right laptop. It was very thoughtful of you to do that.
I hope you’re having a safe flight. I don’t know what time you’ll be arriving but I wanted you to know that I’m truly sorry that I used your computer without checking with you first. I hope you take the time to read what I wrote anyway.
Please email me the story I wrote on your computer when you get a chance.
Hope you’re not still mad.
Love,
Jane
* * * *
Monday night and all day Tuesday he sent me nothing. I checked my email obsessively. I even checked it whenever I woke up to pee in the middle of the night. Wednesday I checked it at least twenty-five times, even at work. Those three days crept by very slowly. During that same time the apartment phone rang incessantly. I finally figured out how to turn the ringer off in the living room but I could still hear it through the second bedroom door.
Wednesday night the email finally arrived. I didn’t open it right away; I was too filled with apprehension. I just stared at it, as if it would open on its own. I took a deep breath and finally double clicked on the email.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: This morning ….
Apology accepted. I’m no longer mad and won’t be the least bit disappointed after I discipline you. I have been thinking there is something you could do while I’m gone to make it up to me. Let me think about it a little more.
Expect an email from me tomorrow.
—Luke
I once again felt dismissed—the way I had after he evicted me from his work room. I figured he didn’t expect me to email him back but I just couldn’t hold it back anymore.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: This morning ….
Luke,
I find your mood swings incredibly hard to handle and you pissed me off with your immature behavior. You could have made this time apart much easier to bear but instead you made it as hard as possible. And on top of it all, you made me wait two lousy days for that short meaningless email of yours. No ‘I love you’ in there ….
Of course I deleted that email and never sent it. It felt good to write it, though. I decided not to write him back and see what he sent tomorrow. Even though I knew he wouldn’t write again that day, I still couldn’t help checking my email another twenty times before I fell asleep.
* * * *
The moment I woke up Thursday morning I turned on the computer that I had left beside the bed. Sure enough, I found an email waiting for me.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Your task if you should so choose
Jane,
I thought I would have heard back from you again. Hope you’re busy seeing all of your friends and family while I’m gone. I’ll want you all to myself when I’m home again. I miss having your body to please and play with. I will DEVOUR you when I get back. Count on it.
So … some choices for you to make; you can wait until I get home at which time I will use the paddle you called the spatula on you to make my point, or you can give a hand job to the cretin who brought my flowers to your office. What did you tell me his name was …?
Pierce, I thought. He offered no real choice … worse and worst. He had drawn a line in the sand and if I crossed that line I truly would be handing my body over to him. Pierce was an idiot and the idea that I could touch him in any way seemed impossible. Nevertheless, I knew I couldn’t survive the paddle. He hadn’t even said how many strikes. Ten and then twenty …. Were we up to thirty?
A wave of anxiety washed over me as the realization that today was Thursday. I had very little time to decide. If I waited until Sunday, my decision would be made by default. I continued to read:
… Prince or something, as I recall. So, either have Prince’s cum in a condom for me on Sunday or have yourself ready for discipline.
Here’s a third option, because I’m feeling generous. Go to Pandora’s Box on Dania Beach Boulevard and US1 and buy an anal plug called the Tulip. Wear it to work on Friday under one of your new outfits—no underwear. Make sure you bring your laptop. You may close your office door but it must be unlocked. Use the webcam on your computer to record yourself masturbating. If someone comes into your office, do not stop. Your desk should provide ample coverage. I want to see you cum, babe, and make it good. If you choose this option, email me the video so I can watch it here.
Decisions, decisions …. What will you decide?
The trip is going really well and I have many new ideas I would like to try out with you. How would you feel about being my subject? I am hard just thinking about it.
I would love to hear about your week. Write to me.
Loving you,
—Luke
Door #1, the spatula, was out of the question. I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive the paddle with the holes in it. Not being an expert on all things painful, I could still tell that the much thicker wooden paddle would hurt more than the others and in my imagination the holes could only make it easier to swing harder and faster. Behind Door #2, Pierce. Oh god, no way was I going to subject myself to those images for the rest of my life.
Door #3 had to be the answer but what if someone walked into my office? Like my boss? I felt ambiguous, but only for a moment. I had one day to plan it all out. I had to figure out how to use the webcam; I’d never used one before. I decided to run at the beach after work and swing by Pandora’s Box on the way back to pick up the Tulip plug.
I had to admit, Door #3 had its appeal. As I dressed for work, my body grew so stimulated by the idea of what I had to do the next day that I fell back onto the bed, lifted my skirt, and took care of myself.
* * * *
It was great to be at the beach running. It made me feel like my old self again. I pushed myself to run a bit faster than usual and reveled in the power of my strong body. My running had countered Luke’s attempts to fatten me up. If I gave in, quit my job, and spent all my time with
Luke, I’d no doubt fatten up in no time. The man liked to eat.
Eating, I thought. As I continued down the boardwalk, I fantasized about Luke tying me up and going down on me again. Oblivious to my surroundings, I was shocked when a voice woke me from my dream world.
“Jane?” It was Scott. Running in the other direction, he’d stopped and called out to me.
“Hi,” I said. I walked over to him, not really wanting to talk but not wanting to be rude, either.
“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” he said. He had his hands on his hips and leaned forward to catch his breath.
“I’ve been busy,” I said. I bent over to stretch my hamstrings.
“Want to come by my place?” he asked. He gave me a onceover, scrunching his eyebrows, and said, “You look different.”
“I do?” I said, bringing my stationary jog to a halt.
“Yes, you do. Happy. That’s it, you look happy. I don’t think I ever seen you happy before.”
That made me laugh. “What are you talking about? I’m happy all the time.”
“Really, I never got that impression from you. Anyway, it’s good to see you.”
“Well, it was good to see you, Scott. I have some errands to run after I’m done here. See you around.” I didn’t wait for a response. I took off running in the opposite direction and headed back to my car to stretch.
That was awkward, I thought. I wondered if everyone could see my unhappiness. I thought I had hidden it so well. I wondered if Luke had cured my sadness. It did seem so.
* * * *
When I arrived at Pandora’s Box, I became incredibly self-conscious. I sat in the car for a few minutes, summoning the nerve to go into the store. I entered with as much nonchalance as I could muster, meandering about. Then I noticed an attractive, long-haired young guy sitting behind the counter.
“Oh,” I said, smiling at him.
He smiled back. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Yes, actually … I need to buy ….” I hesitated. Blushing, I stepped forward to whisper it to him.
“The store is empty other than us, so you don’t have to worry,” he said, coming around the counter to stand in front of me. “Besides, you won’t get any judgments from me. This is my store and I’m very fond of many of the toys myself.” He picked up a large black vibrator. “I’m assuming you want to buy a toy for yourself?”
“Uh … well … yes,” I said, giggling nervously.
He walked closer and I could see that his curly brown hair made it halfway down his back. His hazel eyes looked friendly and the scruffy growth on his chin reminded me of the skateboard guys in my high school, although I guessed him to be in his late twenties.
“Something in particular?” he asked, sweeping his hand around at all the objects on display.
“Do you have the Tulip Butt Plug?” I said, casting my eyes to the ground.
“Yes, and I highly recommend it,” he said, walking between the stack of shelves lining the large store.
I followed behind him. “I never realized ….” I said, taking in all the toys and vibrators that filled every available spot on the shelves.
I spotted a huge tan dildo that had to be fourteen inches long and wider than my forearm. I picked it up, turned toward the store owner, and said, “This is a joke, right? A gag gift?”
“You’d be surprised,” he said, winking at me.
“No way,” I said, putting the huge phallus back on the shelf and wrinkling my nose.
“Small or large?” he said as he stopped in front of the display of anal plugs.
“Oh, he didn’t say.” I shrugged.
“Small then, I would think.”
“Right, okay.”
“Pink, purple or black,”
I laughed nervously. “Purple, I guess.”
“Do you know how to use it?” he asked. He pulled a box off the shelf in front of us and handed it to me.
“Is there a trick to it?” I said, chuckling, trying to hide my embarrassment.
“Lube makes a big difference.”
“Oh, lube? Should I get some of that?” I scanned the different shelves for the section that held the lube.
“What do you usually use?” he asked to my back.
“Lube? I don’t …. This is all new to me,” I said, turning back around to face him.
“Oh, I see. I think I’m getting the picture. I personally prefer a light virgin olive oil or almond oil to anything else, but we have many different kinds of lube, some with fragrance and some without.”
“Will it be hard to get in?” I asked, feeling very nervous and very much out of my league.
“It’s fairly small, so I wouldn’t think so. I do recommend you loosen the area first and lube it well. Also, make sure you clean the plug with soap and warm water before you use it and after. Will you be wearing it for a while?”
“Ah, I think so, yeah.”
“Then you should clean yourself out first. I recommend the Fleet disposable for that.”
“This has got to be the strangest conversation I’ve ever had.” I laughed and breathed a big sigh. “Thanks for your help. I imagine it could’ve been a lot worse.”
He laughed and extended his hand. “Christian, good to meet you.”
“Jane,” I said, shaking his hand.
“If you’d like I could help you try it out,” he said as he walked back around the counter, making penetrating eye contact.
“Um … Oh … So it’s like that here, is it?” I said. I laughed off his interest.
“Let’s just say I’m getting the feeling you’re my type of woman.” He chuckled.
“Well, let’s just say my boyfriend isn’t much into sharing.” I laughed at myself and the irony of what I’d just said. I did realize that putting the hand job of Pierce on the list of payback implied otherwise but I figured Luke knew it to be an option I’d never take.
“If you were mine I’d feel the same way. Forty-four ninety-nine plus tax.” I handed him my card and he bagged my purchase. “This lifestyle can be hard on relationships. If you ever need someone to talk to—”
“Thank you for the offer, Christian, and thank you for all your help.” I smiled as I took my card and bag from him.
“The pleasure was mine,” he said as I headed for the door.
* * * *
As soon as I walked into the apartment I put down my purse and bag and hung the hanger with my work suit on the door handle. I stripped naked and went straight to the shower. After drying off, I was anxious to email Luke.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: My New Toy
Dear Luke,
What are you turning this girl into? Yes, I chose Option #3 as I imagine you knew I would. As soon as I finish writing to you I’ll figure out how to use the webcam and open my new toy. I chose purple (as you didn’t specify a color) and I chose small (as you didn’t specify a size).
I miss you horribly and think about you all the time. I wish you hadn’t left on bad terms because that part leaves me sad and lonely. I need to see your face and your eyes to know we’re still very much connected.
I haven’t seen anyone as of yet. I did make plans for lunch with my mother on Saturday, which I know I’ll regret, but at least I’ll have gotten it out of the way for a while. I haven’t touched base with Sandy yet and plan to see if Parker wants to go to the movies tomorrow night.
I ran at the beach this evening and crossed paths with Scott. That felt awkward. He did say that he thought I looked happy. I am happy, you know. I don’t like you being away, though.
Have a couple of questions about the task at hand. Do I have to wear the plug all day at work? Or just wait until I finish masturbating? What if someone comes in and asks me to go with them? Can I stop then?
Please tell me about Japan and how the trip is going.
Did you read my story? Please send it so I have it on my computer.
; Well I guess it’s time for me to eat dinner and get ready for tomorrow.
I’m nervous and excited about tomorrow and hope to hear from you soon.
I love you,
—Jane
CHAPTER TEN
I awoke with a start Friday and immediately checked my email. Having received nothing new from Luke, I reread his previous email to make sure I hadn’t missed any of his instructions. I found it more difficult to consider going to work without underwear than wearing the butt plug. I managed to use the Fleet on myself—much more difficult than I expected. In order to squeeze the contents of the bottle into me, I had to contort my body, but it took just a few minutes to work. The Tulip provided a much bigger challenge.
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