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Long Distance part 1
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Long Distance Part 1
Jamie squirmed and writhed and groaned and screamed and strained
at the bonds that held her tight and John stood over her and his hand
smacked her ass and his belt and the red flesh quivered and he fucked her
cunt and her ass and men encircled them stroking their dicks and she was
showered by semen and the crowd cheered and she was so close so close--
--And the doorbell rang. Damn! Jamie stubbornly ignored it,
trying desperately to recapture the vision. She saw John...he spanked
her...she whimpered...--
--She was interrupted again by the insistent buzz. Admitting
defeat, she opened her eyes. She cursed. Now that the mood had been
broken, she knew it would be hours before she could get it back. She
grabbed a robe and went to answer the door, the wetness between her legs
reminding her of what she'd almost had. This had better be important,
she thought bitterly.
She tied the robe around her waist and opened the front door. A
man stood there in a plain brown uniform, the letters "UPS" written on
the front. He held a cardboard box under his left arm.
"Package for you, ma'am."
Jamie silently took the proffered clipboard and signed her name
where indicated. What could it be? she wondered. She wasn't expecting
anything.
The man started to hand her the box, then paused. She followed
his glance downward and noticed that her robe was open wider than she had
thought, showing a good deal of cleavage. Blushing, she quickly grabbed
the package and shut the door. It always bothered her when men stared.
Despite the frequency of such an occurence, she had never gotten used to
it. Except from John...but that was different.
Jamie examined the package, looking for the return address. When
she saw it, her pulse quickened. It was from John! He'd only been gone
for two days--that meant he must have mailed it before he left. There
was a letter taped to the box, and Jamie eagerly tore it open:
Dear Jamie,
When you get this, I will have been gone probably two or three
days. Be assured I am missing you greatly, and wish I could return
early. But business beckons, so I will have to be alone for the next
three weeks. I have sent you this package to provide a little
entertainment for both of us. For you in carrying out my instructions,
and for me in imagining you doing so.
On the back of this paper are my instructions. I know that you
will obey completely, and I will have no reason to punish you upon my
return. Sometimes it may be hard, but think of how much I love you and
it will give you strength.
Love, John
Before reading the instructions on the back of the letter, Jamie
decided to open the package. The clear tape split neatly in half as she
ran her fingernail through the crack. She opened the box, and quickly
took inventory of what she found.
First, there was a skirt. It wasd made of black lycra. Jamie
held it up, and gasped. It was so short! Surely he couldn't expect her
to wear that in public! There was also a matching halter top of the same
material. Jamie was already becoming nervous thinking of what John would
ask of her.
Jamie also found two dildos in the box. One was slim and not too
long, tapering to a rounded point, while the other looked exactly like an
actual cock, being of about average proportions. She could guess--the
small one was for her ass, the large one for her cunt.
Her arousal beginning to return, Jamie returned her attention to
the letter and began reading the instructions:
1. You may not come except when I specifically instruct you to. This is
important--if I find out you cheated (and I have ways of finding out) you
will be severely punished.
Did he really have ways of finding out? Jamie wasn't sure if it
was an actual threat or not. This instruction worried her--how often
would he allow her to come? She hoped for a lot, yet knew she wouldn't
get it. John would torment her, and only when she could no longer stand
it would he grant her release. And he would know exactly when that was.
2. As soon as you finish reading this, head to the bathroom and shave
thouroghly--that includes your legs, armpits, and yes, your pubic hair as
well. I want you to be bald and smooth. Repeat this process daily for
the duration of my absence.
3. When you are done shaving, take a shower and douche. You will also
repeat this daily.
4. After the shower, put on the clothes I have sent you. Nothing
more--no panties, no bra. Get used to this--you will wear neither
panties nor a bra for the next three weeks. Wear a pair of black high-heels.
5. When you are dressed, drive to the mall. While you're driving, slide
the skirt up around your waist.
6. When you arrive at the mall, *first* step out of the car and *then*
pull your skirt back down. I know this is hard for you, but I want to
share your beauty with the world. If you don't spend a lot of time
thinking about it, it will be easier.
7. Spend some time walking around the mall. Look in the stores, but
don't try anything on. This is so men will stare at you. If any try to
speak to you, smile at them but say nothing and keep walking.
8. I know you will be wet--you always get so wonderfully wet--and your
juices will be running down your thighs. Do not wipe them--probably no
one will notice, but the possibility is exciting.
9. When you have wandered through the entire mall, go back to the car
and drive home. Before you get in the car, pull up your skirt. On the
way home, when it's safe to drive with one hand, finger-fuck yourself
gently--enough to keep yourself aroused, but not to make you come. When
you arrive home, step out of the car, pull down your skirt, and go inside.
10. Take off the clothes. Whenever you are at home, you must be naked,
unless you are dressing to go out as I specifically instruct you. This
is all for today. Because I know you will be suffering, at this point I
will allow you one--and only one--orgasm. You will receive further
instructions in a couple days.
Jamie was stunned. How could he ask all that of her? She
couldn't bear revealing herself in public like that! The thought was
arousing, but she could never imagine carrying it out.
Then she thought of John. He did love her, and she loved him.
She didn't want to let him down. If she failed him, he would be terribly
disappointed, not to mention angry. The punishment would be severe--no
doubt worse than what he was asking of her. So she would do it--for him.
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