Snakes and ladders: office edition (BDSM)(femsub solo)

It takes a bus ride and a walk to reach the location you specified. I dress as requested. A knee length dark brown raincoat, black stockings, black sneakers. That was all you listed and all I wear.

My bare skin is sweaty and nervous against the silky lining of the coat. As I walk the fabric slides against my nipples hardening them to aching peaks. I am very aware of the cool breeze caressing between my legs.

On the bus journey you had me sit over the wheel arch knowing what the juddering vibrations transmitted through the hard bench seat would do to me.

I recognize the location, I have walked past it many times without a thought. An office building in the commercial district. It has been empty for almost two years. Twelve floors of derelict unwanted office space left to rot.

The entrance and surroundings are walled off with high wooden hoardings to prevent trespass and vandalism. After two years plants have grown wild inside the walled off area and I can see the green tops waving above the hoardings.

The small door to the barrier is locked but you have sent me a key. I have no idea how you have this.

Inside the walled off area there is a narrow courtyard surrounding the base of the building. It is like a jungle of overgrown weeds. The ground is covered in trash people have tossed over the barriers. Mostly drinks cans but stranger items too like a smashed TV set, a large stuffed toy unicorn and a bike frame.

Your instructions are clear: as soon as I lock the hoardings closed behind me I am to remove my coat and leave it at the door.

I obey. My breasts quiver with nervous exhalations as I look around the rubbish strewn overgrown plot. Sweat cools on my body. The barriers hide me from the street but the street sounds are so close. People moving outside while I stand a few feet from them naked.

I expect to go inside the office but you have a task for me first. Instructions come via my cell.

I must collect the empty cans from the litter. For every five cans I am to receive one slap on each breast and buttock and one to my pubic mound.

Twenty seven cans. I apply the slaps myself. It is not painful although my breasts bounce and smart. I worry that people on the street will hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and know what I am doing. A ridiculous idea but one that makes my hand linger as I land the blows on my pubis.

Finally you permit me to enter the building. I walk in the foyer as thousands had before me.

It smells of damp and neglect. A few ceiling tiles are missing. There are safety notices curling off the walls and a patina of grime over the reception desk. An old and clearly broken phone handset lays on the floor the long twisted phone cord unplugged from the base unit.

I feel vulnerable being naked in a place like this. It is not a place to be exposed the way I am.

You have me hump the corners of the reception desk. One minute each corner, grinding myself like an animal in heat. In full view of the floor length windows. It doesn’t matter that there is no one too see, that the hoardings block the view to the street. You have me degrading myself in an office foyer and my body reacts as such.

Now you have me standing atop The reception desk dragging the spiralling phone cable back and forth between my labia the plastic pressing my clitoris with each pass. This time it is until you send the order to stop.

I almost come. My gaze on the unwashed glass windows. The phone cable is wet and rubbed clean when you finally let me stop.

Then you direct me to the rear stairwell. The building has two stairwells front and rear. Each has twenty four short flights of stairs with a small landing separating each flight.

Your instructions are clear and simple but the scale of it makes me shiver. I had not expected you would play with me so long.

At each landing I am to bring myself to the brink of orgasm, to tease until my vaginal muscles start to tighten in anticipation of an orgasm that I -you- will deny me.

When I am at my limit I must toss a coin.

Heads I walk through the office to the opposite stairwell and ascend to the next landing to torment myself again.

Tails I walk to the opposing stairwell but I descend to the lower level.

The game ends when I reach the top floor.

If I lose control and climax I must start the game again.

I realise I do not have a coin. All I have is my phone stockings and shoes. Nervous I search the detritus by the reception desk and although I do not find a coin I find an old visitor’s pass which will serve the purpose.

Heads and tails. Up and down like some bizarre game.

I begin to play. It is eerie in the dim deserted stairwells. I am not loud but my small groans and the wet busy sounds of my fingers seem noisy in the empty silence of the deserted office. The strained panting of my near climaxes echoes in the concrete stairwells.

The walks through the office floors are so strange. Around me is broken office supplies and a few items of furniture or boxes of supplies not worth removing. There is a pervading smell of damp and mildew. My own body smells hot and musky in comparison.

I want you to know I was merciless with myself on each landing leaving small wet marks on the non slip concrete floor. I impress and shock myself with how far I can go how close I can get.

At times it feels like even if I stop the tormenting movements of my hands my body is too far gone to hold back but I do. Somehow I deny myself.

I hope you appreciate what I endure for you.

By the time I am at floor seven I am making sounds I don’t recognise. Perhaps it starts as a plea:

‘Please let me.’

But what comes out is incoherent.

I learn something.

There are times when I masturbate just to relieve stress or to combat my insomnia. It is mechanical. Barely sexual. I simply apply stimulation and when I reach a certain threshold I orgasm like a pressure release valve.

But what I learn today is that if I actively try not to come I can withstand far more stimulation and go beyond that threshold.

It is not an easy lesson and I am pathetically grateful to reach the top floor. It has taken hours.

I know you have not simply tormented me this way for your pleasure. You want me desperate, willing to do anything for relief.

You want me in that receptive state when you inform me of the next office task……

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xairqd/snakes_and_ladders_office_edition_bdsmfemsub_solo