0 comments/ 13648 views/ 5 favorites Totally Unexpected Ch. 01 By: ilovenewyork I was walking home, after a fun night out with my colleague. She'd stayed at the bar with the group of guys we'd met there, but I'd decided that I wanted an early night, so decided to leave. I'd given my number of one of the guys there who I'd got chatting to. He seemed to really like me, and there had been some heavy flirting happening. I turned the key in the lock, and let myself into my house. It's nothing special- just a two bedroom house, with two storeys. I'd really personalised it in the year that I'd lived here, as I'd redecorated the entire place, so it was light and airy. I'd also replaced the wall of the second bedroom, which I'd turned into my personal study, with a huge window. I've always been an outdoorsy kind of girl, so like to feel as close to nature as possible. My bedroom is quite big- big enough for the king sized bed I'd bought, anyway. It's a beauty- a four poster, with curtains, and the most gorgeous lace bedspread. I took off my mini dress, and got straight into bed. I always sleep naked. About half an hour later, I was just about to drift off to sleep, when my phone vibrated with a text. "Hey, I was sad to see you left early. Was having a great time with you. What are you doing now? Jason x" It was the guy from the bar. Impressed that he'd text so quickly, and was still sober enough to text coherently, I replied: "Hey was having a good night too. Just felt tired, so came home. Not doing much, just in bed. Zara x" I couldn't sleep now, I was too hyped up. So I got out of bed and went downstairs. I switched on the TV, and made myself some coffee. Just as the kettle boiled, my phone vibrated again... "Bless you babe. In bed, huh. Lonely? ;-) Jason x" He was such a flirt! He had been a bit adventurous with his hands earlier, so this didn't surprise me at all. I considered what to reply whilst choosing a movie to watch. I couldn't deny that thinking about his text had turned me on a bit, so I chose the most sexual film on the shelf. After putting the DVD in the player, I replied: "You wish! Still at the bar? Zara x" Thinking it over, I would quite like to get to know him better, and I started to consider asking him to come over. Jason's text jolted me from my thoughts. "Nope. You want some company? J x" Yes! Now I didn't have to ask him. I replied with a yes, and gave him my address, before running upstairs to put on a nightshirt. I considered putting on some panties, but decided against it. The shirt came to mid-thigh, so I thought it would be okay. I brushed my hair, and tidied up the make up I thanked God I hadn't taken off. Before long, there was a knock at the door, and I hurtled downstairs to answer it. I slowed down about two metres from the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. Stood before me was the gorgeous Jason. He was a good foot taller than me, with a muscly chest and arms. He was dressed head to toe in black, wearing black jeans, boots and a t shirt. With his hair spiked up, he looked incredibly sexy. "Hey" I said. "Hey gorgeous! I like the shirt" He winked. I rolled my eyes and let him in. I lead the way into the front room, where I'd forgotten to turn off the movie. On screen, the scene was now rather heated, and I could feel my cheeks flaming as I hurriedly turned it off. I could hear him laughing behind me, and I didn't dare turn round. Then I heard a movement behind me, and felt his arms move around my waist. He murmured in my ear "So that's what's on your mind, huh?" before kissing and nibbling it. I felt my knees go weak. In my mind, I knew that this was wrong- I'd only known this guy for like two seconds. But, he was gorgeous, and my body had needs that I was not strong enough to deny. I relaxed into him, and turned to face him. His lips met mine with such enthusiasm, I was unprepared. We kissed passionately, and he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his cock through his jeans, and it excited me to know that he was just as turned on as I was. He moved over to the sofa, where we both collapsed, still making out. His hands moved from my back to my bum, and in surprise, he broke off the kiss. "No panties?" I blushed. "No." He grinned. "My kind of girl" I laughed with him, and went to kiss him again, but he moved away. Hurt, I pulled my face away so I could look at him. He was looking at me intently. "You know, I really mean that. I like the kind of girl who isn't afraid to be humiliated in order to gain sexual pleasure. In fact, I like to take on a Dom role in bed, and have the girl totally under my command. I know this may seem like a bit much, especially seeing as we only met tonight, but I wouldn't enjoy anything unless I was in my role. I never intended for things to go far enough tonight, but I can't deny myself how beautiful you are, and how much I would like you for my sub. I can't lie to myself, or you." He broke off nervously, glancing at me. I was in shock. Total shock. This was perfect! I'd always dreamed about being a sub, but never had the guts to go out and try to find someone to control me. It was always a fantasy, something I never thought would become a reality. And here was this magical guy in my house- wanting to serve my fantasy. My agreement came out more enthusiastically than he was expecting. "YES!" He looked taken aback, and then smiled. "Like I said, my kind of girl. Now, there will have to be a few rules involved here, if you want to do this properly." I couldn't believe my luck. "I want to be your sub." My answer was definite. He grinned widely. "Okay. From here on out, you are not allowed to masturbate unless I say so, which obviously means no orgasms. You are not allowed to look at other men. You are to do what I say, whenever and where you need to do so." His fingers had found my clit, and started playing. "Some of my orders may come through texts. Sometimes I'll want pictures. Expect the unexpected. But the bottom line is, you are mine. Therefore, what I say, goes. No more panties, bras, or anything that comes below your knee. You are my slut, and you will dress accordingly. Nothing I ask you to do will be disobeyed, or there will be a punishment. Okay?" I nodded, unable to talk. My body was quivering. I was so close to an orgasm, I could feel it coming. Then, his fingers were gone, and I was panting desperately. "Good. I'll be in touch tomorrow. Don't finish yourself off. I'll know. For now, go back to bed like the good little girl you should be. Okay?" "Okay Jason. I'll-" "No" He interrupted. "You'll call me Sir." "Sorry. Sir." Turned on was just not the word. I needed release, and seriously considered finishing myself off as he walked out the door and closed it behind him. I slumped further into the sofa, and sighed. Then, my phone vibrated with a text. "Don't disobey, pet. And u will b rewarded. Sir x" I sighed. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep. * When I awoke, I could tell I had not slept silently. I sat up on the sofa and stretched, popping my joints. I stood up, and checked my appearance in the mirror above the mantelpiece, and confirmed my suspicions. My hair was everywhere- I'd clearly been tossing and turning in my sleep. I checked my phone to see a text from Jason. "Good morning slut. I will be over at 11, make sure the house is tidy and you're clean + shaved. Sir. " I checked the time. It was 10.30! I ran around the house, tidying things as I went, shoving things into cupboards and quickly putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, before showering and shaving my pubic area, which did not take long, as I like to stay clean shaven. When I got out of the shower, I towel dried my hair the best I could, quickly lashed on mascara and red lipstick and considered what to wear. I knew underwear was out of the question, so threw on a black miniskirt and a white shirt. With my dark hair cascading round my shoulders, I looked slutty. I hoped that would please him. I checked the time, and I had five minutes left. I took a few deep breaths, to calm myself down, and went downstairs and stood in the hallway, waiting for him to arrive. Dead on 11 o clock, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and waited for him to talk. He looked me up and down, smiling. I sighed in relief. He approved. He walked into the house, and shut the door behind him. Then, he turned to face me. "Skirt off." I quickly wriggled out of the tight skirt, and stood there in my shirt, with my pussy dripping. He stepped over to me. "Lay on the floor, slut." His calling me slut made my pussy even wetter, as I quickly dropped on to the floor, and spread my legs for him. He knelt down, and inspected my pussy, being careful to use the lightest of touches, touching everywhere but my aching clit. He stood. "Good." He said. "Now, go up to the room with the large window. Stand in front of it, facing outwards and wait for me." I considered this as I stood up. Nothing could happen in front of that window. It faced onto the fields behind my house and garden, where my friends often hung out, and the neighbourhood spent hot days, like today. There was also a children's playground. Was he crazy? And how did he know about the window? I walked up the stairs, and into my study. I stood in front of the window, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, and waited. And waited. Seemingly hours later, I heard him come up the stairs. He called "Don't turn around." I heard him enter the room, and heard him moving things around. After what seemed like an eternity, he said "Turn." I pivoted, and saw what he'd done. My desk had been emptied, and a pair of handcuffs had been attached to each leg. There was a tool box underneath, and from my limited view, I could see at least three different vibrators and dildos. He smiled at me as I finished my assessment, patted the table, and said "Up, pet. Come on!" I climbed up onto the table and laid down, very much aware of the view my neighbors would see if they looked at my house. Why did I put that stupid window there anyway?! He closed the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, and tied my thighs to something he'd installed under the table. Now my legs were permanently spread, and there was nothing I could do about it. "Sir, as much as I'm enjoying this, there is a window there. I don't want my neighbours to see." "I know." He said. "Now, I'm going to gag you. You do not question what I do, okay?" "Okay. Sorry sir." I bit back my humiliation, and accepted the gag. I lifted my head up to help him as he tied it up at the back. He then took out a pair of scissors from the toolbox, and cut off my shirt. I whimpered through my gag. "Baby. You know you want this. So be a good girl for your master." I nodded, and closed my eyes. I then heard him go back into the toolbox, then felt him lacing something around my thighs. I opened my eyes, and looked down. He'd strapped a vibrator onto me. He then inserted a dildo into my aching pussy, which was attached to a pole I hadn't seen before. It looked like a machine. He then blindfolded me. He then explained that both were remote controlled, and he was now going to play with me how he wanted to. He sat down on my chair, facing me. I waited for it to begin. Totally Unexpected Ch. 02 For those who haven't, to follow the story you will need to read chapter 1 first. Enjoy! :-) * He looked at me intently, for what seemed like an eternity. I fretted about the window- who was looking in right now? I didn't dare look. Instead, I looked up at my ceiling, tracing the patterns with my eyes. Suddenly, the vibrator started, and I jumped. It was focused directly on my clit, aching from last night's teasing- I never usually go without orgasm. It didn't take long before I was panting, I could feel climax approaching. But then he stopped. I looked at him, clearly distressed, and he chuckled, before flicking the switch on his remote again. This time, the dildo started slowly moving in and out of my pussy, and I moaned in delight. He started the vibrator up again, but on a low setting. The two together, as they were both on low settings was enough to drive me crazy but not enough to make me orgasm. After half an hour of this, I was bathed in a coat of my own sweat, and panting crazily. I needed release, if he just turned it up one little bit... But then everything shut down. I cried out in frustration. What the hell was he doing? He walked over to me, and said 'Look at you, you whore. You're practically begging for release from a machine.' He laughed, and I felt shame wash over me. He walked over to me and dismantled the dildo machine, and unstrapped the vibrator. He unhooked me from the table and smiled. "Sit up, whore." I sat up, and looked at him, rubbing my sore wrists. I'd been thrashing about a little bit, so they were feeling quite tender. "I'm going to leave now" he said. "And I can't always see you everyday. So, here are your rules. I assume you remember the rules I set yesterday?" "Yes. No masturbating without permission, no wearing anything below my knee. No underwear. No looking at other men, and always follow your orders." He grinned. "Good girl! But there are a few more. I would like you to insert a pair of panties into your pussy on a daily basis, and keep them there for the rest of the day. I would also like you to masturbate three times daily, but do not allow yourself to orgasm. Also, I have taken pictures of all of your clothes, so I will be choosing what you are to wear everyday. If you disobey me, there will be hell to pay, and believe me, I'll know." He stopped, and looked up at me. "I knew you were special, when I first saw you. I knew you were secretly into this kind of thing. " He said those words with such tender emotion, I leant forward to kiss him, but he stepped away and laughed. "Whore. I'll text you. For now, get dressed again, and tidy up your office." He turned round and left. I remained on my desk until I heard my front door slam. Then I sat up slowly, and looked at the window. Nobody was staring up at my house, thank God. I got up, cleaned my juices off the desk, and set about putting the room back to normal. After I was done, I realised I still had no clothes on. I really was a whore! I rushed downstairs and found my discarded skirt and shirt, and put them back on. By then, it was 6pm and I realised I was ravenous, so went to cook myself some pasta. Halfway through cooking, my phone beeped with a text. "What r u doing, slut?" Charming. I told him I was cooking dinner, and resumed stirring my pasta sauce. "Call me when ur done eating." A little while later, my dinner was ready, and I sat down to eat. I ate quickly, half because I was starving, and half because I was desperate to talk to him. I put the dishes in the washer, and dialled his number. "Hi, slut." He answered on the first ring. "Hello Sir" "Go get a pair of panties." "Okay." I crossed the room to my dryer, where a load of laundry had been put the previous day. I pulled out a pair of panties- red and lacy. Freshly dried, they were a little stiff. "Got them" I confirmed. "Put them inside your pussy. I'll call you in five minutes, and it better be done." He hung up. I sat down at my kitchen table, and tried pushing the panties into my pussy, and as it was lubed up from my excitement earlier, they slid in easily. With a bit of encouragement, they were finally all the way in. I wriggled in my seat. I felt so full. Exactly five minutes later, my phone rang. "Hello?" "Are they in?" "Yes." "Okay. Keep them in for the rest of the day and night. You will always have a pair of panties in your pussy, but you may take them out for showering. Tonight I would like you to masturbate with the panties inside of you, but do not orgasm. Goodnight my slut. I will text you in the morning." And he hung up again. I stood up, and walked to my living room. It felt like I had a cock inside of me constantly. I slumped on the sofa, and flicked through the channels for something to watch on TV. I settled for a movie, which I watched until it was time to go to bed. I stripped down naked, and rubbed my sensitive clit vigourously until I felt an orgasm approaching. It felt so good with the panties inside of me. Regretfully, I stopped. Exhausted from the day's events, I fell straight to sleep. * I was awoken the next morning by my alarm at 6am. I rose out of my bed, stretched, and opened my curtains, blinking in the sudden light. I grabbed my shower towel, and walked into my bathroom. I put my leg up on the toilet seat, and slowly pulled the panties out of my pussy. Oh my GOD, it felt so good. When they were finally out, I was a quivering mess, so shaky with need. The panties were wet with my arousal. I tossed them in the laundry basket, and stepped into the shower. The warm water caressed by body, and I washed my hair and lathered myself with soap. When I was clean, I got out of the shower and towelled myself dry. I walked back into my room and pulled a pair of black panties out of my drawer. I pushed them up into my pussy, today it took a bit of encouragement, as I was not as wet as yesterday. To help, I rubbed my clit gently, and started shaking with pleasure. The panties slid in, and I carried on masturbating. I was barrelling towards orgasm, but stopped myself before it was too late. I sat up, shakily. Then my phone rang, and I answered it, knowing it would be Jason. "Good morning whore. Today for work I would like you to wear your short black skirt, and your light pink shirt, with a pair of heels." That shirt was near enough see through, and low cut. With no underwear, it would be a nightmare to wear it around the guys at work. They're horny enough as it is. My job isn't anything exciting- just your average desk job. Although I work with my two best friends, and we spend most of our time emailing eachother jokes about that bitch Zoey. She's an absolute cow- she's our manager, and never lets us forget it. She's the ultimate bitch boss from hell, and nobody likes her. In fairness, we are quite jealous of her. She started working at the firm after us, and she just rocketed through to being promoted. She's also gorgeous, with a skinny frame, long blonde hair and huge breasts. We're all envious. Especially me. I'm nothing in comparison- I'm quite short, fairly slim, but with reasonably small breasts. My best asset is my hair- long, thick and dark brown. Anyway. "I don't think that's possible- that shirt is see through, and I'm not allowed to wear underwear." "Don't you dare hesitate when following through on an order, you slut!" He yelled. "You will wear that fucking shirt. Now, you've earned yourself a punishment, which will come later in the day. How many times have you masturbated so far?" "One." "And are the panties in your pussy?" I blushed. "Yes." "Good. Have a good day at work, slut." I put my phone down and sighed. I got the outfit out of my closet, and put it on. I brushed my hair and did my make up. I spritzed on some perfume, brushed my teeth, and put on my shoes. Then the doorbell rang- Michelle, my friend. She always took me to work, as I couldn't drive. I rushed downstairs, and opened the door. She smiled, and then blinked at me in surprise. Oh god- what did I look like?! "Hey babe" I said. "Give me a sec." I went into the hall closet, where I stored my shoes, and it had a mirror on the back of its door. I chose my black wedge heels, and then surveyed my appearance in the mirror. Oh God, I looked like a slut. My lack of underwear was pretty obvious. No wonder Michelle looked surprised. I sighed, and then went out to meet her, locking the door behind me. As we walked down the path to her car, I noticed Jason standing on the opposite side of the road, with a busty redhead. They both smiled at me, and seemed deep in conversation. As I slid into Michelle's car, I saw Jason pull out his phone. We drove to work, and halfway there, I got Jason's text. "U are a good girl. I am very pleased with u. But it is now time for ur punishment. Spread ur legs, and put ur hand on ur pussy. Then, if ur friend asks, say u're horny, and put ur hand on her leg. Do it, or there will be hell to pay." Oh God. I knew I had to do this, or he would make my life even more difficult. And Michelle's a bit of a tart anyway, so if it was anyone I had to do this in front of, it's best that it was her. I spread my legs slowly, and felt Michelle looking at me. I then put my hand on my pussy, which was warm, and wet. "What the fuck, Zara?" I blushed. "Sorry babe, I'm just so horny." I rushed the words, feeling my face getting hotter and hotter. I then placed my hand on her leg, and she giggled. "You slut!" She laughed. Phew. We then arrived at work, and I got another text. "Good girl." It said- how did he know!? Another text came through- "I will know everything. Trust me. Go to ur desk like normal but leave your legs open." This was getting too much- my pussy was getting wet with the thought, and surely people would be able to smell my arousal. As I walked through the office door, it felt like all eyes were on me. I could feel myself getting excited by that thought- that and the panties stuffed in my pussy. I got into the elevator by myself- Michelle worked on the ground floor. People were filing in, and I got yet another text. "Lean across someone to press the elevator button. Brush past a crotch or two. I will know if you don't do this." Oh my god. I was going to get such a bad reputation. I leaned across Jack, who works on my floor to press our button. On my way back to my place, I brushed my hand on his cock. He jumped, and stared at me. I didn't dare meet his eyes. Finally, we got to the third floor, and Jack and I stepped out, and walked to our desks, which were pretty near eachother. We made small talk along the way, as if nothing had happened in the lift. When I reached my desk, I sat down, booted up my computer and opened my legs. My phone remained silent for the rest of the day, and I went about business as usual. But then I got an email from Zoey. This was odd- it was only addressed to me. She usually only sent group emails. What had I done? I clicked on it to open it, and could not believe my eyes when I was reading it. "Zara, I bet you didn't know that I'm a close friend of Jason's, did you? He's told me all about your little situation, and relinquished power over you to me for the hours that you are at work. So get to my office, bitch. Quickly. Zoey." Oh my God...