Unspoken Pleasure

I was still rubbing myself when Megan walked into her room. I was so immersed in her story that I hadn’t heard her come home. She said, “I see you’re enjoying your story.”

“Very much so,” I said.

“Guess what?” she asked as she pulled me up from the chair and into a hug looking into my eyes.

I looked back into her eyes and asked, “What, Mistress?”

“That story you read?” she began teasingly.

“Yes, Mistress Megan?” I queried.

She kissed me and then began, “I plan…”

Another kiss as she teased, “… to… “Her mouth moved to my right ear as she whispered, “… submit this story…” she continued as she moved to my other ear and finished the sentence, her hot breath on my ear, “… to Literotica!”

Her lips went to my neck as I gasped, “Oh my!”

“I think very soon…” she whispered, her hand sliding to my pussy, “… that the whole world will know your story.” I moaned as she rubbed my clit. “Pervs, dykes, and young eighteen-year-old girls like yourself.”

“Whatever you wish, Mistress Megan,” I breathed heavily.

“Good,” she said, “I plan to send it to my online friend Jasmine who will take the story and change our last names and make it all erotic and so forth. Have you read any of her stories on Literotica? She goes under the name silkstockingslover.”

I recognized the name as I continued to moan, “The name does sound familiar. Yes, I know! She’s the one with the nice legs.”

Megan then abruptly quit touching my pussy and moved to the bed. “Yes, she is. You can read some of her stories tonight when you get home. She’s one crazy bitch. She’s not very politically correct, but she really knows how to write a hot story!”

I stood there, unsure what to do. I finally asked, “Can I please cum, Mistress Megan?”

“No,” was all she said.

I waited for her to say more, but she just stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face. It then turned into a slight smirk. This frustrated me greatly until I finally asked, “Why not, Mistress Megan?”

“All good things come to those who wait,” she said philosophically. Seeing my confused, frustrated and annoyed expression she added, “I’m assigning you an exercise in self-control: you aren’t allowed to cum until Tuesday. If Karen tries to get you to have an orgasm, you must tell her it’s forbidden.” She paused for thought and then said, “Matter of fact, give me your phone again.”

I handed it to her.

She hit the speed-dial and after a few seconds said, “Hi Karen, it’s Mistress Megan again.” After a couple of seconds she continued, “I have plans for you so I’ve decided to rush this ahead. From this moment forward I am your Mistress and you are my slave. Is that something you want and do you agree to it?”

Mistress Karen was going to be Mistress Megan’s slave too? My mouth dropped open. It had been doing that a lot recently.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

After another pause Mistress Megan continued. “Excellent, that’s settled, then. Welcome aboard, Slut Karen.” Another pause, then, “You’re most welcome. Now here is my first requirement of you and the main reason I called: Neither you nor Jenny are permitted to have an orgasm until I see the two of you together Tuesday evening, is that understood?” A second later she said, “that would be okay if you think you can handle it, but if you yourself cum even a little, you will be punished. Goodbye slut,” and handed me back the phone. She then finished, “Don’t worry, my sweet, I won’t touch myself until then either. We can all be horny together on Tuesday.” She walked over to kiss me sweetly one last time and said, “You’d better get going home. You have school tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mistress Megan,” I said, and feeling disappointed and depressed because I was horny already, I left and returned home.

I didn’t look up the stories Mistress had mentioned for fear of them getting me even hornier. Instead I did my homework, struggling to start that stupid Pride and Prejudice essay for English class. Unlike the movie, the book didn’t have any zombies in it and I wondered why Ms. Austen had left them out. I didn’t get too far on the essay before deciding just to go to bed. It took forever to nod off as I often masturbate myself to sleep and I kept wondering what Karen had in store for me tomorrow. I considered so many possibilities and I fantasized about so many more. Yet what did happen the next few days was so much sexier, so much dirtier and so much crazier than I could’ve even begun to imagine.

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