I have to say that me and my husband have a great sex life and in general get along great, but he always gets pissed off when I work Saturdays.
This Saturday was no different, he was a complete dick in the morning before I left and any texts I sent were either ignored or one word replies.
So I was surprised when I went into my office and I had a notification light on my phone, not the normal light, the green light. The one that means someone wants to talk to you.
I picked up my phone and it was a message from him. Three words…
Wank for me.
This was not a request.
Now?
Now.
I’m busy.
Do as you’re told.
Like I said, we have a good sex life and recently have been getting into more of a dom/sub relationship. I’m the sub.
I can’t, I’m at work.
I didn’t ask. Now, wank.
I’ll be honest, I got very excited about this and instantly wet. Wet because he had told me what to do even though he wasn’t there to do it in person, wet because my office is just off the shop floor, anyone could walk in and the thought of being caught was a thrill and wet because, well, who doesn’t enjoy wanking?
Another message.
Are you doing it?
By this time I was sat in my chair, hand up my skirt and had moved my pants to one side. I started rubbing my clit, steadily building up rhythm and pressure, becoming wetter.
Yes,I am.
I don’t believe you. Send me pictures.
I take his pictures, spreading myself so he can see all of me.
Put two fingers in your pussy
I obliged, fingering myself, feeling my wetness dripping, I was soaking by this point. Of course, more pictures were required.
Three.
Three fingers slipped in easily, I was incredibly turned on and just wanted to cum by now.
Video yourself, cum for me.
I set my phone up hastily, then went back to fingering my cunt and rubbing my clit, finding the rhythm and grinding on my own hand, imagining it was him doing it to me.
My breathing got faster and shallower, I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out as I rocked myself to orgasm.
I sent the video. Then tidied myself up and went back to work. No one had any clue what I’d been up to just metres away from them
Checked my phone later.
Good girl. I’ll reward you later.
Needless to say that afternoon dragged, but I got fucked senseless when I went home.
Moral of the story: always check your messages, you never know what you might find.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/97lf4m/her_masters_voice_mf