Today, I was thoroughly challenged.

Master stretched me to my limits – literally and figuratively.

Before I turned over last night, Master instructed me on what I was to do in the morning. As I processed my instructions, I thought to myself, “Now how in the hell am I gonna be able to do that? And for the whole day?! My gawd.”

None of that mattered. What I instead focused on…was how it was going to work. Point. Blank. Period.

And so, I went to sleep with the granddaddy of challenges titillating me…taunting me.

In

I woke up with a start. My heart thudded in a similar pace to all the thoughts that began to swarm my mind.

I had one job, and that was to keep my dildo lodged in my pussy all day while at work…while in class…while, well, the whole fucking day.

I spent a few minutes in bed, touching myself. I had to get super aroused because there was no way that I would’ve been able to fit the whole thing inside of me without being sexually stimulated.

On my back, I caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I rubbed my inner thighs. I fingered my pussy. I thought of Master. I thought of the times we’ve shared. I thought of his gaze upon me, nodding in approval.

After being aroused to my satisfaction, I grabbed my dildo. Slowly, I inserted it inside of me and I took in its length and girth inch by inch. I pulled it out a bit and worked it back in my pussy allowing it to stretch me at its own pace. After about 5 minutes of this, I gauged that my pussy was elongated. My pussy was finally ready for that dildo. (It was also ready for Master’s dick, but it had to do.)

With a final push, I successfully inserted that bastard dildo totally inside of me. Quickly, I pulled up my panties to keep it from coming out.

With my dirty “little” secret inside of me, I got ready for work.

Work

My steps were deliberate – calculated. One clumsy step, and that dildo could come pushing out of me with the fury of a thousand suns. The panties were there to keep it from pushing all the way out, but that couldn’t stop the dick-esque imprint from showing itself to the world, if it so felt like it.

Walking up the stairs sucked the most. Maybe I was tripping, but I could feel eyes on me. I felt like people knew something was “off” about me. (Wrong? shrugs Something was definitely “in” me, though.)

I slowly glided myself to my desk chair. I discreetly pushed the rest of it back in my as I sat down. Naughtily, I slowly bounced in my seat as I completed my work duties.

Turned On

This is what I learned today: It’s really fucking hard to maintain a high level of arousal for a full day’s worth of work.

I made it happen. I had to.

You see, if I didn’t stay aroused, my pussy would go into a state of retract mode. Without arousal, the pussy says, “Hmmm…there’s no here turning me on, and that means that no one is here to fuck me. Let me shrivel my ass back up to about 2 inches in length.”

I couldn’t let that happen, because I had way more than 2 inches inside of me today. A retracting vagina is nothing but trouble. Do you know how hard it would’ve been for me to sit down? To stand up? To do…anything?

I pulled out the nastiest, dirtiest, stinkiest porn from the back of my mind and made that pussy obey for an amount of time that caused me to almost lose my mind at my desk.

There were quite a few times today where I felt an incredible urge to cum. If I didn’t mind the bum life, I would’ve gladly pulled out my titties, played with them, and rocked myself to orgasm as my in-shock boss looked on. (Promotion, maybe?)

If Master didn’t have such a hold on me, I would’ve came. But I know that cumming is against the rules, unless he specifically gives me permission.

Also, my voice was more “breathy” today. My pitch was a little higher than usual. It had a bit of a pleading air to it, almost as if I wanted to beg for something. I felt like I was begging for normally unsexy things…such as invoices and copier paper.

Class

Class was more of the same. I struggled to concentrate. Master and I texted back and forth which only further sexually frustrated me.

He knows what’s up. Master’s commands made me feel like such a dirty fucking slut whore puppy.

I’m just lucky that the professor did not call my name today.

Work Out Class
Who in their right mind would go work out in a high-impact fitness class with a dildo lodged right up their pussy?

This slut. That’s who.

I wore extra tight workout pants today…AND a pair of shorts on top of that. I needed extra protection. I did not need the trauma of watching a slippery fake dick fly out of my pussy, like a rabid bat out of hell, and hitting the workout instructor right in her noggin-piece.

I got through it. Slippery dick did not make an appearance. Score 1 for me.

Home Again

So, exhausted by today, I made it home. I am proud. I feel like I’ve conquered a lot. I am happy that I have successfully completed this physically and mentally demanding task.

However, Master instructed me to keep it in until tonight.

And so, here we are…

                by MadamStacked

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