and very wrong.
“Have you done it?” he impatiently asked, while I was still thinking through the act.
I jumped, immediately opening my desk and taking out my best Cross pen and lifting my skirt. I realized I liked having the simple cotton panties to protect my new jewelry. I’d been faithful with all his instructions about cleaning and taking care of the pierces. I didn’t touch them otherwise. I certainly didn’t put pens through the rings and tug on them.
Pulling down my panties, I sat slouched in my desk chair and looked down as I gingerly lifted the ring with the pen and slid it through the opening. Even that caused a throbbing reminder that the pierce was not healed. With a gentle tug, a swoosh of energy poured through my groin.
“So?” Garrison prompted me.
“This isn’t fair.”
“What isn’t fair?”
“It’s turning me on, dammit! What do you think it’s doing to me? And I can do nothing.”
“That’s right,” he took pleasure in taunting me. “Now tug on the other one.”
I slouched even further in my chair so I could reach the ring embedded at the base of my vagina. That required my fingers to hold it up before I could slip the pen through the opening. I practically dropped the phone cradled between my ear and neck.
The tug was much too sharp, and was followed by a sharp intake of breath.
“Hold it!” Garrison ordered.
I held the pen.
“Pull out a little more.”
I did and my entire body was infused with a beautiful, delicious, erotic fire, so filled with want and desire that I became angry when he finally told me to stop.
“You can’t do this to me!”
“Horny, huh?”
“Yes, you know I am.”
“You’ve made me pretty damn hot. In fact, you can imagine me jerking off because that’s exactly what I’m doing.” I could feel his smirking smile all the way to my bones. “Remember, no playing.”
I wanted to slam the phone down but I judiciously refrained.
“You be sure to look in the mirror tonight when you get home. Make sure there’s no red hot swelling, any sign of infection. Soak in a salt bath and use the disinfectant.”
“Yes, of course, I’ll do that.”
“Good.” I could tell he was in a hurry. A hurry to cum I suppose. “I’ll call soon,” he said and he hung up before I could say goodbye.
Every Friday for six weeks the story was the same. A call from Garrison in the late afternoon set the tone for a weekend of nonsexual activity ruled by an increasingly angry and thwarted sex drive.
On the fourth week, there were five people in my office when I took his call. I’d totally forgotten about our ‘phone date’ until I picked up the receiver and answered.
“Well, hi there,” I said in a sunny voice, while trying to disguise my increased agitation.
“And hi to you, my slutty heiress.” He said it so derisively that I couldn’t help but squirm in my chair from the ensuing arousal. Of course, squirming drew attention to my sore genitals and I had to hold back my wince. Everyone was looking at me waiting for me to hang up the phone—this was a very important meeting.
“You know this is not a great time, Garrison. I’m in a meeting with the layout and production heads.” At least they knew it was Garrison on the line.
“Really? Hum. This could get really embarrassing for you, huh.”
Damn his demented mind! “But I’m sure it won’t,” I assured him.
“No? I think by now you would have figured out that I’ll be calling on Friday about this time.”
“You know I didn’t remember that.” I stared at my staff, giving them a look that showed my impatience.
“How about I let you off the hook?”
“That would be nice.”
“But there’s a price.”
“Oh?”
“After they leave, go to my office and get my camera out of the bottom drawer of my desk. It’s locked but you can find the key in a small compartment in the Oriental box that’s on the third shelf of the étagère. Get up on my desk, sitting, legs splayed and take a
“Have you done it?” he impatiently asked, while I was still thinking through the act.
I jumped, immediately opening my desk and taking out my best Cross pen and lifting my skirt. I realized I liked having the simple cotton panties to protect my new jewelry. I’d been faithful with all his instructions about cleaning and taking care of the pierces. I didn’t touch them otherwise. I certainly didn’t put pens through the rings and tug on them.
Pulling down my panties, I sat slouched in my desk chair and looked down as I gingerly lifted the ring with the pen and slid it through the opening. Even that caused a throbbing reminder that the pierce was not healed. With a gentle tug, a swoosh of energy poured through my groin.
“So?” Garrison prompted me.
“This isn’t fair.”
“What isn’t fair?”
“It’s turning me on, dammit! What do you think it’s doing to me? And I can do nothing.”
“That’s right,” he took pleasure in taunting me. “Now tug on the other one.”
I slouched even further in my chair so I could reach the ring embedded at the base of my vagina. That required my fingers to hold it up before I could slip the pen through the opening. I practically dropped the phone cradled between my ear and neck.
The tug was much too sharp, and was followed by a sharp intake of breath.
“Hold it!” Garrison ordered.
I held the pen.
“Pull out a little more.”
I did and my entire body was infused with a beautiful, delicious, erotic fire, so filled with want and desire that I became angry when he finally told me to stop.
“You can’t do this to me!”
“Horny, huh?”
“Yes, you know I am.”
“You’ve made me pretty damn hot. In fact, you can imagine me jerking off because that’s exactly what I’m doing.” I could feel his smirking smile all the way to my bones. “Remember, no playing.”
I wanted to slam the phone down but I judiciously refrained.
“You be sure to look in the mirror tonight when you get home. Make sure there’s no red hot swelling, any sign of infection. Soak in a salt bath and use the disinfectant.”
“Yes, of course, I’ll do that.”
“Good.” I could tell he was in a hurry. A hurry to cum I suppose. “I’ll call soon,” he said and he hung up before I could say goodbye.
Every Friday for six weeks the story was the same. A call from Garrison in the late afternoon set the tone for a weekend of nonsexual activity ruled by an increasingly angry and thwarted sex drive.
On the fourth week, there were five people in my office when I took his call. I’d totally forgotten about our ‘phone date’ until I picked up the receiver and answered.
“Well, hi there,” I said in a sunny voice, while trying to disguise my increased agitation.
“And hi to you, my slutty heiress.” He said it so derisively that I couldn’t help but squirm in my chair from the ensuing arousal. Of course, squirming drew attention to my sore genitals and I had to hold back my wince. Everyone was looking at me waiting for me to hang up the phone—this was a very important meeting.
“You know this is not a great time, Garrison. I’m in a meeting with the layout and production heads.” At least they knew it was Garrison on the line.
“Really? Hum. This could get really embarrassing for you, huh.”
Damn his demented mind! “But I’m sure it won’t,” I assured him.
“No? I think by now you would have figured out that I’ll be calling on Friday about this time.”
“You know I didn’t remember that.” I stared at my staff, giving them a look that showed my impatience.
“How about I let you off the hook?”
“That would be nice.”
“But there’s a price.”
“Oh?”
“After they leave, go to my office and get my camera out of the bottom drawer of my desk. It’s locked but you can find the key in a small compartment in the Oriental box that’s on the third shelf of the étagère. Get up on my desk, sitting, legs splayed and take a
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