It felt like forever standing there. Vulnerable. She hid the key to the room exactly where he told her. She heard steps all getting closer and fading away as quickly as in a hurry. What if someone else could find the key? Of course it could happen, and they would probably take it to the front desk and she’d be found there by the hotel employees. *So humiliating*. She knew he wouldn’t even be mad, but she was expecting him. At last. After so many weeks of this weird game. She kept remembering her journey here.
*He said we’re not done yet*. Not a single message for three days after the gas station game. It was a game, and she participated. Willingly. She could ask for help, she could asume the consequences but she didn’t. And she didn’t want to stop playing. The next message she received said “What sex toys do you have”. Just like that. “**Aren’t you at least going to ask me how I am?**”. She was testing how this went, she didn’t know yet. “I know you felt wet the last time you did as I told you, I don’t care to know more now. Answer”. She just bought one sex toy before. “**I have a small vibrator**”. Her face went bright red. She told him and didn’t put much of a fight. As soon as she pressed sent, she guessed what she’d have to do next. “Get some more. A dildo, another vibrator and a butt plug”. She waited very little before telling him “**I wouldn’t know what to choose nor where to go. I could check online but I can’t promise I’ll have enough money**”. The next respond was quick “I’ll give you the money the same way as I gave you the picture. But you’ll have to buy them in person and get exactly what I tell you”. *Am I going through with this?* She hesitated for just a coupole of minutes. “**Ok**”.
An envelope was waiting for her at home the very next day after work. It was more than enough. “**I got it. What do you want me to get?**”. She wasn’t resisting anymore. She could go to a store away from home, buy toys for her. No one would know and she could enjoy herself with them. She could risk pocketing the money, she could turn it down and tell him to leave her alone. *That video*. If it was with any other person, she wouldn’t doubt to reach for the authorities…but this would ruin her reputation and would affect future employment. She would lose her job. He told her to go to the nearest mall. “**But I go there with my friends sometimes!**” He didn’t let her go to other store, as much as she pleaded. “**People I know will see me!**” And he didn’t care, she shouldn’t care. *It shouldn’t be a big deal*.
He told her what to wear and when she should go shopping. *He will be near*. And she did, A skirt a little above her knee, black. Matching high heels. Light blue blouse. She would almost looked ok for working, but she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was windy and it caused the fabric to rub her skn and her nipples. They got hard at times and people stared. People stared as she entered the sex shop. One of her friends saw her do it but didn’t say anything to her face. She got one of those toys that can be controlled with a phone, a realistic looking dildo and a small buttplug. She blushed. The people at the store were very professional, but she felt judged. Growing up where she did caused that guilt when it came to sexuality. She grabbed lunch and let her bag on the table as he told her. An old man handed it to her and checked the contents and then noticed her nipples. Mumbled an apology and walked back to his wife.
A text came through. “Are you horny?” She was. “**A little**”. *I can admit that*. “Then go to a bathroom and rub your clit, but don’t orgasm until you are home”. *I can’t*. “**Please no**”. Just a minute passed. “I like it when you say please, but do it nevertheless”. She walked in there. Watched herself in the mirror. Her nipples exposed her excitement, her face flusehd. She entered the stall and unbuttoned her blouse a little and lightly touch her nipples. She gasped. She wanted it. She heard people outside and still kneaded her breasts as well as she could in that small space. She opened her skirt slowly revealing a lacy black thong. As he instructed. Slowly she slid her finger in her panties and started touching. A text. “You are my toy. I want you to focus on that. Say it to yourself. You are my toy and I want you to almost cum but to stop.” It was everything, the voices and steps at the other side, it was the excitement, it was that she was as hot as the sun…so she did it. She rubbed herself hard, almost as if she was really going to reach her climax. Her knees were weak. She almost moaned. But she stopped.
After a minute she walked outside. The mirror greeted her, her hair a little messier, just as her clothes. Her nipples like rocks. Her face like the sun when it’s almost dark. Another text. “I’ll message you later tonight.” She replied fast. “**I’ll be waiting**”. She would. Her friend called her and asked her to go for coffee. She sneaked to her car, put on a bra when she thought no one was looking and left her new toys there. She went back to her friend, soaking.
He told her to get a room in this hotel, the same hotel from the video. She touched herself, just a little. Only five minutes had passed since she was standing there as instructed. She kept waiting. Then she heard the door.
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