0 comments/ 96602 views/ 13 favorites Angel's Punishment By: littlesweeteone Smiling as I walk down the hall to my locker, Jenny on one side and Macy on the other. Shared whispers and gossip drift over and around us as we make our way past the throngs of other rushing classmates. Jenny's elbow pokes my side and her eyes meet mine before leaving quickly and looking in the direction of Greg standing near my locker. "What do you think he wants?" Jenny whispers in one ear. "He's probably going to ask you out again," says Macy from my other side. "Think your Dad will let you go this time?" questions Jenny. Shrugging my shoulders and lifting my chin, my eyes meet Greg's. He really is one of the most handsome boys in school but I could never go out with him again. Sure I let him take me to prom and we had been to a few movies but there wasn't any question as to who consumed my heart. My sweet Daddy's face drifts into my mind, his strong smile always ready on the corner of his lips. Of course my friends did not know about my love for Daddy or his love for me. Understanding the reasons why I cannot tell anyone but hating it with each passing day. Wishing at times I could share with my friends my secret passions and desires. Wondering if they too felt the same strong obsession for their own fathers. Sighing, "I can't go out with Greg, I don't even like him anymore," I say quickly as justification. Jenny and Macy both looking at me as if I'd lost my mind. It seemed I was the only girl in school who had ever turned Greg down. Sure he was handsome and popular and captain of the football team. Yes, it was true that he always treated me well and was respectful of my boundaries. For the last few months my friends questioned me constantly as to why I would not go out with him again. So many rumors had spread around our small school as to the possibilities that maybe something had happened on our last date. I answered them all as honestly as I could and simply told everyone that my Daddy had forbidden me to date anyone. It seemed the simplest answer that I could give and yet it still held so much suspicion for everyone. "Hi," Greg says as he steps away from my locker. "Hi" "Can we talk?" He asks. "Um, sure. Here?" I ask as I look to Jenny and Macy for help. "We have to go, see you after class Angel," says Jenny as her and Macy giggle to themselves and drift off down the hall. Suddenly the bell rings alerting us to the beginning of the next class, which at this time of day is also the last class. Looking down the hallway both to my right and left I watch all of the late kids scurry to their classrooms. My heart beating slightly in my chest as I think of Mr. Raines and how angry he gets when people are late for class. "Greg, what do you want?" I ask impatiently. "Angel, I uh, God this is hard," he says as he shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "Greg, I'm late for class," I say as I begin to walk down the hall. Grabbing my wrist and stopping me he looks pleadingly into my eyes, "Angel please, can we go somewhere and talk?" "Where Greg? I have class and so do you," I remind him. "Angel please it's important." His eyes pleading with me, my heart flutters in pity for him and I cannot resist as I shake my head in assent. Taking my hand he leads me down the hall and through the cafeteria, over to the Shop Hall wing. My heart pounding more quickly in my chest as I realize that I am cutting class. Greg's fingers tighten on my own as he opens the door leading outside to the student parking lot. Squinting my eyes to shield them from the bright glare of the sun shining down on us I follow him quickly to his car. Unlocking the door and opening it for me I duck inside, hoping against all hope that no teacher looking out the window has spotted us. Leaning over and unlocking Greg's door as he comes around and climbs inside the car. The smell of freshly treated leather fills my senses as I sit back and he starts the car. "Where are we going?" I ask. "Why don't we go to the Park, its probably quiet there right now?" "The Park? Um, couldn't we go somewhere else?" I ask nervously. Thoughts of my last visit to the Park with Daddy filling my mind and I look around nervously. My mind floods with memories of our conversation about Greg just a few weeks ago. God what am I doing? Frantically my heart searches for an answer as I hear Daddy's strong voice telling me that I was his now. My heart filling with love as I drift back over my own words as I told Daddy that I wanted to be his and his only. Why then am I in this car now with Greg? As much as my mind and heart question I do not ask him to stop the car. As hard as my heart pounds in my chest and with a glance in every direction I wonder if Daddy is somehow watching me and yet I still do not tell Greg to stop the car. "Where would you like to go Angel?" Greg asks pulling me out of my dream like state. "I don't know, anywhere, just not the Park," I answer quickly. "We can go to my house, my parents are at work," he suggests. "Fine," I reply much to quickly. Not thinking about the implications of going to Greg's house, only wanting to stay clear of the Park. Never wanting to damage the images in my mind of the night I spent there with Daddy. Turning the corner, the quiet in the car almost deafening as my mind spins with more thoughts of The Park. Remembering the cold steel digging into my fingers with each thrust of Daddy's cock. The slight sting of my muscles as my pussy stretched and opened around his ever-thickening manhood. Blushing as I squirm on the seat and feel my swollen pussy lips press against my wet panties. Glancing over at Greg, wondering if he can notice just from the look on my face that I am wet with desire at this very moment for my Daddy. Noticing me look at him he smiles before turning his eyes back to the road and taking another turn. "Greg I think we should go back to school," I say as unconvincingly. "Angel please, I just want to talk," he says with pleading in his eyes. My heart filling with pity for him once again I silently agree. Turning another corner his house comes into view and I smile slightly when I see that his parents cars are gone. Pulling into the driveway and opening my door as the engine shuts down and I get out of the car. The sun once again streaming down on my long brown hair and I walk quickly up the path to his front door. Unlocking and opening the door he holds it open for me and I step into the cool marble foyer. Having been so long since I've been here I take a moment and look around again, taking in the beauty of his home. My slight heels clicking softly on the hard gray and white marble as I walk under the chandelier and towards the foot of the stairs. "Would you like something to drink?" he asks. Shaking my head, not wanting any other distractions except to begin this talk he has requested so that I can leave as soon as possible. Lifting my wrist and looking down on my watch I count the time and see I have about an hour before school lets out and I need to head home. Being late for Daddy's call when I get home from school is unacceptable to him and thus far I have never missed the call. "Well come on then," Greg says as he takes my hand and leads me up the staircase and down the hall to his bedroom. Opening the door and stepping inside I blush again at all the posters of scantily clad women in bikinis and others wearing even less. Covering my mouth to stifle the giggle as I remember his mother telling me once that she just couldn't understand her son's obsession with naked women. Pulling the chair away from the desk and sitting down quietly I watch Greg as he takes a seat on his bed. His arms resting over his thighs as he looks up at me. "Angel why won't you go out with me anymore?" "Greg you brought me here to ask me that?" I ask surprised. "Well I couldn't get you to talk to me any other way," he responds quickly almost desperately. "I can't go out with you Greg, I can't go out with anyone." Looking into his eyes, my hands in my lap as I twist my fingers together and cross and uncross my ankles. My nervousness becoming more apparent to us both as he sits back further on his bed. Understanding spreads over me as I see what it was that Daddy was talking about when he said I shouldn't give boys hope by accepting their invitations to the movies and other activities. "Angel why? You went out with me before, did I do something wrong?" "No. No you didn't do anything wrong but my Daddy won't let me date anyone right now," I respond again trying to justify my answer. "But he liked me, I thought your Dad liked me." "He did and he still does Greg. I swear it is not you but my Daddy. I'm just not allowed to date anymore." Watching him as he stands up from the bed and begins to pace back and forth across his bedroom. My eyes watching his feet and seeing the invisible line of the path he is wearing into the carpet. "What if I go and talk to your Dad?" He questions. "No! You can't do that," I reply frantically. "Why? You said he liked me right?" "Greg you don't understand. Yes, he likes you but you see, I um, well, I got into trouble and so I'm not allowed to date anyone right now," I stutter through my reply looking for an answer he will accept. His pacing stops and he looks at me more intently. The questions light in his eyes and I wonder how I am going to get myself out of this mess now. "What did you do?" He questions. "Nothing," I say quickly not knowing how I will answer him. "Angel you just said you got into trouble, so what did you do?" "I don't know, I um, I broke curfew one night," saying the first thing that comes to mind. "Not when you were with me, I always had you home on time." "No I wasn't with you, I um, I was with some of my friends one night and I got home late so he told me I wasn't allowed to go out anymore for a while." "For how long?" He asks. Shaking my head, "I don't know he didn't say." "Why didn't you tell me this? Why didn't you just say it was because of your Dad and breaking curfew? I thought you didn't like me anymore," he says as he kneels down by my chair and takes my hands into his own. Closing my eyes, not wanting to hurt Greg and yet knowing my love for Daddy will always keep me from loving him or anyone else. Slowly I withdraw my hands from Greg's and stand up. "Greg, I have to go home now, I can't be late." "Angel, you do still like me don't you?" he asks as he comes to his feet and looks down into my eyes. "Greg please, I can't do this right now." "It's a simple question Angel, do you like me?" He demands. "You're my friend and that's all I want right now," I respond. "That's it? Just friends?" "That's all I can do Greg, I'm sorry," I say as I turn my back and walk out of his bedroom door. Walking down the stairs with Greg following silently I hear the sound of a car door shutting in the driveway. My heart races as I look back over my shoulder at him, my eyes questioning. Shaking his head he runs down the stairs ahead of me and glances out the window in the foyer. "It's my mom," he says. "Don't worry I'll tell her you were sick and I'm taking you home." The front door opens and Greg's mom steps inside the foyer, her eyes looking first at Greg and then at me. Dread fills me as I wonder what she thinks we are doing here in the middle of the day. "Greg, what are you doing home from school?" she asks as she looks at us both again. "Sorry mom, Angel wasn't feeling well and I told her I'd take her home," he replies as he kisses her cheek lightly. "Well if you're taking her home what are you doing here?" She asks suspiciously. "I just had to stop and get something, we were just on our way out," he says as he looks at me and we both head out the front door. "Greg, I want you to come home right after you drop Angel off. Oh and Angel, I do hope you feel better dear," she calls through the door with icy drips in her tone. Sliding quickly into the passenger seat and shutting the car door behind me I drop my head. The engine starting and we drive through the circular drive directly in front of the house and I keep my eyes from the windows, not wanting to see if Greg's mom is watching us. "Now she thinks we were doing something in there," I say angrily. "You know she doesn't care, she just hates when I miss school," he replies with the sound of annoyance in his voice. "Greg, I care. What if she says something to the school? What if she calls them to see if I was really sick?" I ask as paranoia fills me. "Angel she isn't going to call anyone. Stop acting stupid." "I'm not acting stupid, I just can't get in anymore trouble," I say quickly. "Just take me home." "We still have time, we can still go to the Park and talk," he suggests. "No! No, please just take me home, I want to go home," I whine. "Fine, calm down, I'll take you home." My eyes closed and my chin drops tightly against my chest as I endure the silence and we drift quickly over the sunny residential streets to my home. Silently praying and begging to God to endure anything other than my Daddy finding out that I have skipped class. My house coming into view, my heart beats with relief as I see that Daddy's car is not there. Opening my car door and ignoring his words as he calls out to me, I run to the front door, reaching in my pocket book for my keys and opening the door quickly. Slipping around the door and slamming it behind me as I lean back against it and breathe deeply through my nose. My chest rising and falling quickly with each breath as I listen for Greg's car as he pulls out of my driveway and drives down the street. My hand still on the knob, my knuckles turning white as I hold it tightly and I lift my chin and call out into the house. "Daddy, are you home?" Silence. Sweet relief fills me and I release my tight fingers from the doorknob. Shaking my head as I smile to myself. Knowing how stupid it was for me to call out for Daddy since I did not see his car in the driveway. Taking one small step from the door and looking around the darkened entrance. Glancing at the flowers on the table next to the front door and then turning my head to allow my eyes to take in every part of our home. Nothing has changed since I left the house this morning. Walking quickly away from the door and running up the stairs and to my bedroom where I feel safety awaits me. Closing my bedroom door behind me and kicking off my shoes, the phone startles me. Glancing at the clock and back to the phone I reach it before the third ring. "Hello?" I say, my voice shaking slightly. "Angel, how was school?" Asks Daddy. I search his words, his tone, everything for some clue that he knows what I've done. "School? Um, it was fine Daddy," I say quickly. "Do you have much homework tonight?" "No, Daddy not too much," I reply still searching for some sign from him. "Good to hear Love, finish it up before I get home and we'll spend some time together." "Yes Daddy," I say as I hear the phone click in my ear. Sighing softly I look around my room, my eyes drifting over my bed, my desk, the dresser, the closet, and back to my bed again. The feeling settles over me that I am missing something. Again I look around the room, searching, but for what? Replaying the telephone conversation with Daddy in my mind my eyes light up and I quickly look again. Homework. My books. Dread filling me again as I realize that I left my books in Greg's car. What am I going to do? How can I possibly finish my homework without my books? Oh why did I go to Greg's house? Why did I let him take me away from school when I knew that I shouldn't? Plopping down onto my bed my hands in my lap, all the possibilities flooding my mind. I could call Greg and have him bring my books by, but what if Daddy comes home early and sees Greg's car? Oh he would be so angry. I could call Macy or Jenny and have them pick up my books from Greg but what if they are here when Daddy gets home? He'll ask me questions, he'll want to know why they are here after school when he is not home. Huffing, I drop my head in worry. What am I going to do? Nothing I can do but keep quiet and hope that Daddy doesn't realize that I do not have my books with me and ask me any questions. Getting up from my bed as my heart slowly returns to normal. Removing my skirt and blouse, stockings, panties and bra, I decide to settle myself in a hot bath. Grabbing my robe from the back of my bedroom door and taking my headphones off my dresser as I head out and down the hall. Turning on the hot water and dripping vanilla bubble bath into the tub I take a deep breath and fill my senses with the mild vanilla scent. Slipping my robe from my shoulders and hanging it up on the back of the bathroom door, my headphones still in my hand I step into the hot running water. Slipping into the warmth and lowering myself until my bottom rests against the white porcelain, I lean back deeply. Calming myself with deep breaths that bring the hot water up over the tips of my nipples and into the valley at the base of my neck. Stretching my right calf and reaching the water knobs with my toes I turn the water off and settle back more comfortably. The bubbles soft and smooth on my skin I press play on the cassette player of my headphones and my favorite group sings in my ears. Closing my eyes and feeling my muscles relax more deeply. Forgetting my frantic thoughts of earlier and skipping school and Daddy finding out, I quietly accept my position. Sighing softly as I open my thighs and feel the still hot water against my pussy lips. Smiling I let my fingers drift down and spread my puffy lips open to feel the water against my tender insides. Squirming slightly the water laps at my pussy and I delight in the sensations that run through me. Contentment settles through me as I think of my Daddy. Not hearing the knock on the bathroom door, not seeing the bathroom door open and Daddy coming to stand next to the tub. His eyes looking down on me as he watches me push myself in the tub with my toes on the bottom to force the water to lap more quickly at my open pussy. His hand startles me as he reaches down and caresses my face softly with the backs of his knuckles. Letting out a slight gasp and sitting up quickly in the tub, pulling the headphones from my ears I look up at him. "Hi Daddy," I say startled. "Hello Angel, hhmmm what were you doing Love?" He asks as he takes a small step back. "Nothing Daddy," I reply looking up into his piercing dark eyes. "Did you finish your homework?" He asks as he reaches for the soft green towel. Holding it he motions with his eyes to get out of the tub. Dropping my headphones to the ground as I stand up and the bubbles slide slickly down my naked body. "Um, yes Daddy. There wasn't much to do," I answer. "Good Love." Wrapping the towel around me he eyes my face intently. Taking the towel from him with my own fingers and slowly drying myself. His hands coming up to cup my face and tilt my chin to look up at him. "Are you feeling alright Angel?" He asks with concern. "Yes, Daddy I feel fine," I reply quickly. "Are you sure Love?" He asks again. "Daddy I feel fine," I reply. "Good. Finish drying off and come to my room," he says as he walks out of the bathroom door. Excitement fills me quickly as I hurriedly finish drying myself and slip into my robe. Daddy's words from our telephone conversation fill me as I remember he said he wanted to spend time with me tonight. A little surprised that he didn't want dinner first but wanted me quickly in his bedroom. Smiling I hang the wet towel up and walk quickly down the hall to his bedroom, reaching up with my small hand and tapping lightly on the door. "Come in Angel," he calls out to me. Angel's Punishment You are walking back from dropping your kids off at school its early Friday morning; you can feel the butt plug deep inside you. Your pussy is so wet that's its soaking your sexy black thong as you walk. You are keen to walk quickly as you are aware that you do not have much time before you will have to back home again in order to get ready for work. You have been told by your Master that your plug must remain in place until you have texted for his permission to remove it, but first you have a task to complete! You walk towards the bus stop and await arrival of the local bus. You're wearing jeans and a tight see through top and no bra as instructed, your nipples always erect due to your piercings forming noticeable lumps in the flimsy material of your top, your denim jacket is open as you have also been told you're not allowed to fasten it. You notice that a man in the bus queue is staring at your tits this makes you feel even more horny, you clench your arse cheeks together aware of the hardness of the plug deep inside you, you wish that you could cum but you know you are not allowed to unless you text for Masters permission! Your mind returns to the task ahead of you as you see the bus approaching. You climb on board pay the driver for a return fare into town. As you walk away from the driver deeper into the bus you glance back toward the bus stop and are quite relieved that the man who had been eyeing you up was still standing there obviously waiting for a different bus. Upon finding an empty seat you sit down for the short journey into town you rack your brain trying to think of the best shop to go to in order to complete your task, which is to find a very short black leather skirt. You decide to go to the sex shop that you have told your Master about many times called Pillow Talk as they are sure to have sexy skirts and a changing room that you will also need in order to complete your task. The bus arrives at the nearest stop and you get off, checking the time table to see which would be the last bus you could catch in order to get back in time for work, once noted you hurry off towards the shop. When you arrive you are pleased to find that the shop is empty, you walk over to the clothing section and start looking for the required leather skirt, it must be tight fitting but quite short!! You think to yourself as you browse the rail of clothes, you select a nice black one in size 10 and take it from the rail as you look around for a changing room to try it on. You hope that the changing rooms are also empty as you think of the task you still have left to perform! You find a cubicle and go inside shutting the door behind you. You recall the instructions given to you earlier, Master has told me to strip so strip I must do! You take off your denim jacket and hang it on the hook on the back of the door, slipping off your shoes at the same time then you unfasten your jeans easing them down over your firm arse taking care not to catch the waistband of your thong thus prolonging the time that you can wear it but knowing that it must also be removed very soon anyway! You sit upon the small stool in the corner of the changing room and pull each leg in turn out of your jeans before folding neatly and placing them into your bag, as you are well aware that master will not allow you to wear them for the return journey home! Under your jeans you are wearing lacey-topped black hold-ups as also instructed by your Master via your mobile phone this morning when he also told to insert your plug among other instructions. Next you stand up and unfasten the buttons down the front of your blouse before slowly removing it and also placing it upon the hook on the door. You notice your reflection in the full-length mirror, standing there naked apart from your thong and stockings you look great for a woman of 40 nice firm tits complete with their pierced nipples standing erect, flat tummy despite being the mother of three, with a nice firm cute arse but you are not here to admire yourself in the mirror as now it's also time to remove your panties!! Reluctantly you do so not wishing to disobey your Masters' instruction. You think to yourself about the next phase of the Task and decide its would be best to sit back upon the stool, but first you move it so that you have your back to the door and you are facing the full length mirror. You sit down spreading your legs wide apart. You look at your neatly shaved naked pussy in the reflection from the mirror, this makes you even hornier, you admire your tattoo one of your own design based upon the bondage logo but coloured in red blue and purple. You reach down to you bag to retrieve your mobile phone so to have it handy for use! Trying to forget your location you slowly run your hands over your tits catching your nipples, watching yourself in the mirror as you do so, squirming upon the stool as your plug gets pushed deeper inside you. Leaving your left hand upon your tit you squeeze your nipple hard as you let your right hand travel down your near naked body over your shaved tattoo to find the top of your very wet pussy, you allow your finger to rub your clit hood which is still tender from the new piercing you have just had done, so instead you play with the rings in your labia pulling them gently you watch your reflection in the mirror, you allow your fingers to slip inside your inner labia into the wet opening of your pussy. You push two fingers deep inside yourself and then remove them before licking them clean as you know your Master likes you to do. You return your hand but this time your fingers find your clit lightly brushing it at first and then applying more pressure as you drift off into your own little world, fingers now working feverishly as you bring yourself towards a climax, you are near but remember permission has not been granted. You reach for your mobile; you open the text screen and key in the words Please Master may I have your Permission 2 cum!! You press the send button and key in Masters mobile number and press send again. You continue with your fingers willing your mobile to bleep to show that a new text has arrived as you are now so close to an orgasm, but it remains silent you are almost at the point of no return what should you do? Disobey your Master and take his punishment later or stop now and be left wanting, just as you cant take any more and are on the brink of disobeying, your phone bleeps you grab it and frantically try to open your inbox the message simply reads NO You reply to the text and again type Please I'm begging U Master may I have your Permission 2 cum!! You again await the reply, which arrives, quickly as your phone bleeps again this time it reads U may cum sub but only if U wipe yourself clean with your panties & post 2 me on the way home!! You are too close to climax to argue and as permission has been granted so you allow your self to cum, the feeling washes over you as you push your fingers deep inside your pussy. Picking up the thong from the floor you find the gusset and press it to your soaking pussy then using your fingers you push the material deep inside yourself, as you pull it out you realise that your panties are now soaked and you have not got any others to wear, and Master said you must buy the skirt and wear it home. You curse yourself as you realise that you had chosen the shortest one on the rack and now you cant leave the changing room to change it. You think to yourself Master is so clever as he has now had me soak my only pair of panties as well. The thought of having to go home on the bus in a short skirt and no panties still wearing your plug panics you but it is also a huge turn on, you again feel the need to climax again. You can’t resist the temptation to do it again, but again first text for permission. Master I'm begging U again 2 let me cum once more You press the send key as again you let your fingers slip into your moist little slit and remain there until you get the text reply. Master’s reply comes back Fine my sub but no panties R allowed under your skirt & U must text me when U R on the bus! You sit quivering upon the stool as another big climax washes over you; you again wipe your juices from your soaking pussy with your panties. You then come back down to earth with a bump as you notice the time, shit you have got to catch the bus or you will be late for work, you dress quickly and realise just how short the skirt really is as you bend over and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You bend over further and can clearly see your naked pussy and the plug; I can't wear this home you think to yourself, You text again Please Master may I change back into my jeans But the reply comes back Permission denied! & Now U may also not wear your jacket!! You look at your reflection again and realise just how see through your top is, but you have no time to argue, so you grab your jacket from the hook pick up your bag and leave the cubicle. As you walk toward the desk to pay for the skirt you realise that you must have been in there ages, the female assistant looks you up and down and smirks! You say to her, "I will take this skirt but I want to wear it home". She replies, "That's ok Lesley its already been taken care of by Visa over the phone and I hope you have obeyed your Master and have no panties On!!!" You feel your face go bright red and you rush out of the shop back towards the bus stop, you can see the bus as you approach the stop and have to run to catch it. The driver takes a good look at you as you climb the steps into his bus your nipples clearly visible through your top, you try to cover your chest as best you can with your jacket that's folded over your arm flashing your ticket you turn away from the driver and into the aisle. The bus is quite empty and you opt to sit right at the back, You text Master I am now on the bus home Your phone bleeps as a new message arrives. Make yourself cum again now It simply says! You lay your jacket over your lap and your hand again finds your soaking pussy you look around to see if anybody is watching you, nobody seems to be, good you think as you rub your clit with your fingers you cum almost immediately. You text Your wish has been carried out Master! Your phone bleeps again as another new text arrives I have a new wish! As U leave the bus U must drop your bag & then bend over 2 pick it up make sure the driver sees that UR not wearing any panties!!! You read the message with alarm, as you realise you have already arrived back at your stop, no time to beg that Master changes his mind. You walk toward the front of the bus as it comes to a halt at your stop and as you wait for the doors to open you accidentally drop your bag in front of you. The doors open and you bend over to pick up your bag, wiggling your bum to attract the drivers attention before you hurry down the steps not glancing back toward the driver, wondering if he did actually see your pussy or your plugged arse? As you step off the bus the driver beeps his horn twice!! He did see you! You feel your face reddening again for the second time today as you turn back to look in his direction he has a big grin on his face and gives you the thumbs up, you must have just made his day! You look away at your watch in embarrassment, no time to hurry home you must go directly to work. You text for permission to change back into your jeans and to put your jacket on, also asking if it is ok to remove your plug as you have to go directly to work, Master texts back Ok, but no panties!! You rush into the ladies as soon as you arrive at work you bend over and remove the plug slowly then wash it under the tap, wrap it in tissue and hide it at the bottom of your bag. You take out your jeans and drop your new skirt around your ankles stepping out of it, again you are standing there almost naked in just your shirt and stockings you sit down on the toilet and roll each hold-up down your leg before pulling it from your foot, you feel randy again and your fingers find their way to your pussy but you cant text Master from the toilet for permission as you have no signal! You think to yourself I will take his punishment when I own up! You quickly bring yourself to another climax feeling guilty that you have done so without permission, before changing back into your jeans, you put on your jacket to try and hide the fact you are not wearing a bra and exit the toilets. Work passes quickly and before you leave you complete your remaining Task by finding an envelope a plastic bag and a stamp from the office. You place your wet thong into the plastic bag you address the envelope to your Master and stick on the stamp; you then put the plastic bag and its contents into the envelope and seal it. As you walk home you pass a post box and send your letter on its way. You text Your final task has been completed Master, but I have a confession 2 make! The reply comes back I look 4ward 2 my post! & You must confess online as soon as U get home! You start to wonder what punishment Master will dream up for you as you hurry home with your new skirt in your bag! Upon arriving at your house you go directly to your Mac and switch it on waiting patiently as it starts to boot up as soon as the desktop appears you connect to the internet and start up msn messenger you can see immediately that your Master is already on-line waiting for you. Before you have a chance to type anything a text box appears Emu_p: What have you to confess then? Angel: Master I made myself cum again in the toilets at work without your permission please forgive me, but you had got me so horny! Emu_p: I will think up an appropriate punishment! Are you going to keep fit tonight? Angel: Yes, you know I go every Friday. Emu_p: You are to wear your duo balls for the class and you must have made yourself cum again before you leave the building. Angel: I can’t complete a class wearing them Master as they will fall out but I promise to put them in as soon as I get back into the changing room. Emu_p: OK but you also choose a sexy thong to change into as well then. And with that Master was gone logged off, you just stare at your screen checking the online users list but Emu_p remained offline. The remainder of the day passed slowly but finally Wendy arrives to give you a lift to your keep fit class. The class passes quickly and you really workout hard so as you finish you decide to take a quick shower You remove your Lycra top and leggings and enclose your naked body in a large towel before picking up a bottle of shower gel. You walk over to the shower remove your towel and hang it on a hook as you enter the shower cubical. You press the button on the wall and as the warm water flows over your naked breasts you pay close attention to your nipples making sure they are well soaped you allow your fingers to roam over them which stirs a feeling down below you allow one hand to slide down your wet body to the shaven area between your legs your fingers find your clit as you start to play but remembering the rest of Masters task you avoid bringing yourself to a climax just yet. Instead you wrap your towel back around your naked body & head for a cubicle to dry yourself, as you search through your bag for a thong (a sexy white lace one chosen by you as instructed earlier) you also see your duo balls! Remembering your promise you insert the first one into your pussy, as you do so you catch your clit with your finger and you start to rub yourself again. Your pussy starts to get wet making the insertion of the second ball even easier as your fingers remain rubbing your clit. Wendy calls out, "Lesley if you don't come now you will miss your lift home!" You are to engrossed with rubbing your clit to notice her! But you do Cum now! And you think of your Master as you do so. Shit look at the time! You will miss your lift home dressing quickly into a bra, crop top & jogging bottoms with the thong underneath you leave the changing rooms in search for your friend Wendy but she is no where to be seen, so you head for the exit. Yon scan the car-park, its going dark but you think you can see her car at the back near the trees you hurry over not wanting to miss your lift forgetting that this was not where her car had been parked when you arrived! As you get closer you hear footsteps behind you "Oh Wendy l thought you had gone without me," You say as you turn, but it’s not your friend you see as you turn! It all goes black as a hood is placed over your head. You are spun round again, dropping your bag as your hands are pulled behind your back and secured in place with a large plastic cable tie. It's then you realise that you had not noticed anyone else in the car-park so to scream would be pointless you are marched a short distance toward a waiting dark blue BMW in the shadow of the trees, (Not that you can see it with your hood on) As you are bundled into the back seat you can feel your duos move deep inside your wet pussy. You think to yourself either I am going to get raped and my wildest fantasy is about to come true or this is Masters punishment for not asking for his permission earlier and with that thought you feel the urge to climax again but dare not without permission. As the car drives off you try to free your wrists but its no use you can't the car is heading away from the YMCA building but you are not sure in which direction, you try to think what is around here, where will he take me? Then you remember the common! Again your mind turns to the question are you in your Master’s car or is this the car of a complete stranger have l been kidnapped by a rapist or is this Master punishing me? Should I be scarred or excited? Your soaking pussy answers the question for you! Whatever the outcome you are extremely turned on. The car journey is short your guess must have been correct this must be Wimbledon Common. All is quite as you are pulled from the car and forced to your feet. You feel leather cuffs being placed around your wrists and then your ankles. You are lead round to the back of the car and can hear the boot open, and then close again. You feel a pushing upon your back as you are walked away from the car towards the common, but not far, you hear a rustle of a tree as something is thrown up in the air, a knife is used to cut the cable tie and then you realise that a rope has been thrown over a branch of the tree as now it is being attached to your cuffs, then your arms are pulled high above your head. Next a spreader bar is attached to the cuff upon your left ankle and your legs are pulled apart so that the other ankle cuff can be attached to the opposite end of the bar. Now something cold touches your ankle as you realise that a knife is being used to cut away at the ankle cuff of your jogging bottoms, the knife carries on up cutting the inside leg seam toward your crotch when it reaches the top it does not stop but continues back down to the other ankle. Next your attackers attention is drawn to the back of your waist band which is cut down the crack of your arse before the tattered trousers are pulled away to reveal your naked legs clad only at the top by your skimpy white lacey thong which seams to glow in the moonlight against the tanned skin of your firm bottom. The crutch of your thong is pulled to one side and the string to your duo balls falls out, you now guess that this must be your Master as who else would know that you are wearing them or did your attacker just find them by chance? Whoever this attacker is, pulls them out from inside you but then to your surprise they are forced into your mouth to act as a very efficient gag!