habit of not sleeping in until after noon on a
regular basis. I liked to start my morning off quietly, left well enough alone
before I had to finally deal with all the chaos of my fellow students moving
like some massive school of fish, changing and pushing in every direction
without a moment's notice. In fact it was so early that I almost jumped in
surprise as I felt my phone vibrating in my jacket pocket.
“Where are you?” read a
text from Richard. Usually he made it a point to sleep in, especially after
practices.
“Outside the café, Sir,” I
texted back, confused as to why he’d be interested in talking so early. Our
time together usually took place after dark, though I’d still often get texted
orders throughout the day, things that would force me to push through my own
inhibitions and build confidence in my own sexuality. But lately his texts had
come less and less, and I’d begun to wonder whether he’d started to get tired
of me.
“Get up and stand behind
the café where no one can see you.”
I swallowed hard, my heart
starting to race as I wondered what Richard had in store for me. As ordered I
stood and gathered my things before I made my way around to the back of the café,
where a little corridor sat between it and an unfilled retail space. Just
inside the corridor I found a perfect place to wait, a small alcove carved out
of the wall where one might have kept a set of garbage cans, though thankfully
was devoid of any such thing, making my wait all that much more bearable.
“I’m here.” I said once I
was in position, clutching onto my purse nervously.
I stood for what felt like
an hour, waiting for what I had no idea as I checked my phone every minute.
What was I doing here? And why had Richard been so specific about anyone seeing
me? Usually when he had me follow a command he wanted me to be seen as part of
my “exploration” of myself. I’d begun to suspect that my stepbrother had gone
back to his old tricks and I was beginning to feel like leaving would be my
best option, despite the promise of “punishment.”
But just as I was about to
turn and leave, I felt my phone once again start to buzz.
“Stay,” was all it said,
and suddenly I was more than acutely aware that my stepbrother was watching me,
though from where, I couldn’t tell.
“Yes, Sir,” I sent back,
swallowing nervously. I was both nervous and excited at the thought of him
watching, somewhere out of sight. My heart raced like a hummingbird’s at the
idea of what he might be doing.
“Take it off,” came another
text.
“Take what off, Sir?”
“Everything.”
I stared at the text for a
long moment, my breath stolen from my lungs at the prospect of stripping
totally naked in public. Despite my initial fear, I began to undo the buttons
on my blouse, constantly glancing toward the entrance to the alleyway as I cast
my clothes onto the pavers at my feet until all I was standing in was my bra
and panties. I felt so vulnerable, my heart pounding at the idea of someone
discovering me here. But between my legs I felt the warmth of my arousal
blossoming like a flower.
“I said everything,” came
another text, and before I even realized it I felt my panties soaking. Slowly I
started to unhook my bra, letting it fall at my feet before slipping my panties
down until they crumpled around my ankles in a heap. I was so wet, the idea of
him watching as I did something so depraved, maybe even touching himself as he
did so was more than enough to get my imagination racing.
“Good,” his next message
read. “Now play with yourself.”
“But what if I’m caught?” I
asked, biting hard on my lip again.
“I gave you an order,” he
said, and I could practically hear the commanding tone of his voice. I couldn’t
stop myself from shivering in pleasure. I couldn’t dare disobey… and I didn’t
want to.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied
before pressing my back against the wall of the alcove, letting it support my
weight as I
regular basis. I liked to start my morning off quietly, left well enough alone
before I had to finally deal with all the chaos of my fellow students moving
like some massive school of fish, changing and pushing in every direction
without a moment's notice. In fact it was so early that I almost jumped in
surprise as I felt my phone vibrating in my jacket pocket.
“Where are you?” read a
text from Richard. Usually he made it a point to sleep in, especially after
practices.
“Outside the café, Sir,” I
texted back, confused as to why he’d be interested in talking so early. Our
time together usually took place after dark, though I’d still often get texted
orders throughout the day, things that would force me to push through my own
inhibitions and build confidence in my own sexuality. But lately his texts had
come less and less, and I’d begun to wonder whether he’d started to get tired
of me.
“Get up and stand behind
the café where no one can see you.”
I swallowed hard, my heart
starting to race as I wondered what Richard had in store for me. As ordered I
stood and gathered my things before I made my way around to the back of the café,
where a little corridor sat between it and an unfilled retail space. Just
inside the corridor I found a perfect place to wait, a small alcove carved out
of the wall where one might have kept a set of garbage cans, though thankfully
was devoid of any such thing, making my wait all that much more bearable.
“I’m here.” I said once I
was in position, clutching onto my purse nervously.
I stood for what felt like
an hour, waiting for what I had no idea as I checked my phone every minute.
What was I doing here? And why had Richard been so specific about anyone seeing
me? Usually when he had me follow a command he wanted me to be seen as part of
my “exploration” of myself. I’d begun to suspect that my stepbrother had gone
back to his old tricks and I was beginning to feel like leaving would be my
best option, despite the promise of “punishment.”
But just as I was about to
turn and leave, I felt my phone once again start to buzz.
“Stay,” was all it said,
and suddenly I was more than acutely aware that my stepbrother was watching me,
though from where, I couldn’t tell.
“Yes, Sir,” I sent back,
swallowing nervously. I was both nervous and excited at the thought of him
watching, somewhere out of sight. My heart raced like a hummingbird’s at the
idea of what he might be doing.
“Take it off,” came another
text.
“Take what off, Sir?”
“Everything.”
I stared at the text for a
long moment, my breath stolen from my lungs at the prospect of stripping
totally naked in public. Despite my initial fear, I began to undo the buttons
on my blouse, constantly glancing toward the entrance to the alleyway as I cast
my clothes onto the pavers at my feet until all I was standing in was my bra
and panties. I felt so vulnerable, my heart pounding at the idea of someone
discovering me here. But between my legs I felt the warmth of my arousal
blossoming like a flower.
“I said everything,” came
another text, and before I even realized it I felt my panties soaking. Slowly I
started to unhook my bra, letting it fall at my feet before slipping my panties
down until they crumpled around my ankles in a heap. I was so wet, the idea of
him watching as I did something so depraved, maybe even touching himself as he
did so was more than enough to get my imagination racing.
“Good,” his next message
read. “Now play with yourself.”
“But what if I’m caught?” I
asked, biting hard on my lip again.
“I gave you an order,” he
said, and I could practically hear the commanding tone of his voice. I couldn’t
stop myself from shivering in pleasure. I couldn’t dare disobey… and I didn’t
want to.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied
before pressing my back against the wall of the alcove, letting it support my
weight as I
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