Come Again

Astrid opened up her email; her heart skipped a beat when she saw one new notification from him. Master Markus only emailed her when he had implicit instructions for her to carry out. She simultaneously dreaded and anticipated these emails, anxiously wondering what new task he had devised for her, what new way he wanted her to please him. She stared nervously at the unopened email, her palms beginning to sweat. She took a steadying breath and double-clicked her mouse, opening the new message.

Astrid,

Today you will go to the mall. In your purse I want you to carry with you a bag of ice. Inside the bag of ice you will place your largest glass dildo. When you arrive at the mall, you will head to the bathroom; you will remove all of your clothes, place them in your purse and put your jacket back on. You will browse every store in the mall this way. Every store. After you have finished you will find a clothing store, you will pick out several items and ask to try them on. You will take all of your items to the fitting room and you will masturbate with your dildo until you come. You are not allowed to leave the fitting room until you have an orgasm. To prove to me that you have come, you will soak up all of your juices with one of the items of clothing you have picked out. You will then take it to the register and purchase it. You are then free to dress and leave.

If you fail to do this, you will be punished.

Master Markus

Astrid gasped. Her Master must have been feeling particularly inspired this morning. She imagined him typing out those words, his penis erect as he dreamed up each piece of this challenge for her. He knew how nervous public sex and nudity made her, he knew how hard this would be for her to complete. Maybe he had designed this with the intention of her failing, so he could impose some severe new penalty on her. Master Markus had a system—the harder the challenge he set forth, the larger the punishment for failure—but he was also very generous with his praise and rewards when she did follow his instructions to the letter.

Her hand wandered down to her swollen clit as she read and reread his message. She rubbed slowly, trying to work up the courage to carry out her Master’s orders. Her pussy began to ache as she brought herself closer to orgasm; she felt the delicious tension welling up inside her, just waiting for her to push herself over the edge. She pulled her hand away, letting all the wonderful feelings wash away. She was going to wait and come the way her Master wanted her to come.

She jumped out of her chair and began to gather the items requested of her. From her dresser drawer she pulled out a long crystal dildo. It was surprisingly weighty; she held it out in the palm of her hand, testing it. She ran her fingers over its ridges; the texture excited her and she was anxious to feel it inside of her, filling her up.

Next she ran to the kitchen, pulling a large plastic lunch bag from a box, filling it full of ice, sealing her dildo inside as instructed. She was trembling; the butterflies in her stomach had all migrated south and were now fluttering deep inside her pussy.

Dressed and packed, Astrid drove to the mall. This being a Saturday, the mall was packed; she had a hard time finding a place to park. As she circled the lot looking for a spot she had time to think—and thinking made her nervous. She couldn’t help but imagine all the people inside, shopping, loitering in the food court and using the dressing rooms. A lump formed in her throat; it wasn’t too late for her to just turn around and go home. Master’s punishment couldn’t be that bad, could it? She stifled a laugh; she knew how absurd that sounded. Besides, she had just found a parking spot, so chickening out wasn’t really an option anymore.

Once inside the mall, Astrid headed to the nearest bathroom, her knees weak. She found an empty stall, went inside and closed the door quietly, trying not to draw any attention to herself. She hung her jacket from the hook on the door and began to undress. She folded everything neatly, tucking each item carefully into her bag, making sure not to lose any of its other contents. She shivered, feeling exposed under the clinical fluorescent lighting of the public restroom. She was starting to feel as though her surroundings were beginning to judge her for what she was doing. Astrid quickly reached for her jacket, slipped it on and buttoned it shut. She looked down at her bare legs and silently cursed herself for not owning anything longer; her jacket barely came down to her knees. Even with the jacket on, she still felt totally naked.

Astrid walked sheepishly through the mall, popping into every store, spending a minute or two browsing before moving on to the next. Wet drops of excitement slid down her inner thigh, leaving a slick trail behind. There was nothing she could do about it; if she tried to reach down to wipe it away, she risked drawing attention to herself. When she finally reached the last shop she sighed in relief; she had survived the first challenge and no one was wise to her naughty little secret. She smiled triumphantly. Gripping her purse tight, she steeled herself for round two. She only had to walk a short distance before she spotted a women’s clothing store. From the mannequins in the window, it looked like they sold clothes to teen girls and older women who were desperately trying to cling to their twenties. Astrid wrinkled her nose; the stuff on display really wasn’t her style, but the clothes didn’t really matter—all she needed was the dressing room.

She stepped inside. Astrid looked around to see if anyone had watched her enter. She was starting to feel like a top secret agent on a covert mission for the president, only instead of saving the world, her job was to have a mind-blowing orgasm. Satisfied that no one could care less about her presence, she started browsing the racks, trying to look normal and praying that no shoppers or staff could tell what she was up to.

“Did you need help finding anything?” The saleswoman smiled pleasantly. Astrid was sure she could see the shame written all over her face and dropped her eyes to the floor.

Astrid nodded, pretending to absorb herself in the contents of the nearest rack. She breathed a sigh of relief when Natalie finally walked away, leaving her free to continue with her mission. Astrid began pulling out clothes, whatever she could reach. She grabbed a black top, a gray tank top, a blue party dress and a pair of shorts she knew was several sizes too small for her. Bounty in hand, Astrid approached the saleswoman. “I’d like to try these on,” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” The polite smile remained plastered on Natalie’s face.

Astrid held up her pile of clothes. “Could I try these on?” The words caught in her throat and her mouth went dry.

“Follow me.” Natalie seized the handful of items away from Astrid and sashayed to the back of the store and down a short hallway. Three dressing room stalls lined the far wall at the end of the hall. Astrid swallowed hard; she hadn’t realized it would be this small.

“That’s a different sort of name, isn’t it?” Natalie commented as she neatly wrote Astrid’s name on a heart-shaped whiteboard that dangled from the door. “Here you go, you’re all set.” Natalie set the clothes inside the middle dressing room and waved Astrid on in. “I will check on you in a bit.”

“No hurry.” Astrid tried to smile nonchalantly as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

She leaned against the back of the door for a moment, trying to catch her breath. This was crazy and exhilarating all at the same time, and she didn’t know how to process all the things she was feeling. She set her bag down on the bench and unbuttoned her jacket slowly, savoring the way she looked in the full-length mirror. Her face was flushed red, her lips were full and her eyes sparkled with something mischievous. She reached the last button and shrugged out of her jacket, letting it slip to the floor, pooling around her feet. Except for a pair of red heels, her Master’s favorite, she was completely naked.

She grinned at her reflection, feeling liberated. She let a hand caress her body, moving along her goose-pimpled flesh. Even her skin was excited. Relaxing, she felt her fears begin to melt and give way to lust. She wanted herself.

Astrid reached down for her bag and opened it. She fished out the bag of ice. It had nearly all melted, her glass dildo floating in the bag of water like an absurd fish won at a carnival. Carefully, she opened the bag and pulled her dildo out. It was cold; the ice had turned the glass toy into an icicle. She dropped her bag to the floor, lowered herself onto the bench and spread her legs wide. She examined her pussy in the mirror. She was pink and swollen; the hood of her clit was pulled back, exposing her hard bud. As Astrid held the dildo a fraction of an inch from her body, the chill sent shivers up her spine. She was sure she could see it fogging up, like breath against a cold windowpane.

She started to work the dildo against her clit, pressing it down into the nub, angling the pressure this way and that, experimenting with what felt good. Astrid sighed, sinking deeper into pleasure. She pulled the dildo down from her clit, resting it against the mouth of her pussy, rolling it around, letting her own juices lubricate the chilled toy. She looked down at the dildo, liking the way the crystal-clear glass gave off a pink glow while pressed against her pussy lips.

“Everything all right in there?” she heard Natalie’s voice call from the other side of the door.

Astrid scrambled to reply. “Yes, everything is great, thank you,” she barked out hoarsely. She cleared her throat. “It’s just really hard to decide which one I like. I might have to try them all on again.”

“Oh, I will,” Astrid called back, sending the frigid dildo plunging into the depths of her pussy. She let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. The dildo sent cooling waves throughout her body. She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. She pulled the toy out, letting it slide its full length out of her before sending it sailing back in. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost to pure bliss. She rotated the dildo, sending the hard ridges bumping and grinding against the tender walls of her vagina. She dropped her head and arched her back, imagining her Master between her thighs, his tongue licking every inch of her pussy.

From her bag, her phone chimed. Astrid wanted to ignore it, but what if it was something important? She leaned over and fished the phone from its pocket. It was a text message from her Master.

A moment later the phone chimed again. Good girl. There has been a change of plans. I have been thinking about you all morning, I want to hear you come.

Yes, Sir, she sent back. He wanted her to make noise? He wanted her to make those kinds of noises in here? The dressing room was so small; she could hear someone trying on clothes just to her left. She began to panic. This was too much; she couldn’t, she just couldn’t do it. She set her phone down, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, the long glass dildo still stuffed inside her glistening pussy, her full lips wrapped around the shaft, swallowing it.

As she stared at herself, Astrid felt the familiar ache of desire flow through her. Maybe she could do this. She wanted to please her Master, and more importantly, she wanted to please herself. She took hold of the chilled dildo and began pumping it inside her. With each stroke, the bulbous head pressed against the fleshy ridge of her G-spot. Her phone chimed once more.

Astride reached down and dialed his number. The call was answered. On the other end all she could hear was Master’s familiar voice saying, “Continue.” Then the line went silent.

Astrid put a finger on her clit, while her other hand continued to work the dildo in her pussy. She moaned, though the noise was barely audible; she was still nervous that someone would hear. She pushed the dildo in deeper, letting the length of it disappear inside her while she gasped and moaned again. Feeling braver, she began to pick up speed, one hand plunging the glass toy in and out while her other hand left her clit and found its way to her erect nipple. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it around, pulling it. Another long guttural moan escaped her lips. As she crept closer to orgasm Astrid didn’t care who could hear her. This was between her and her Master; the world no longer concerned her.

The toy was now slick as it worked its way around her vagina. The chill had worn off, leading to a whole new sensation. The hotter she got, the warmer the toy got. She angled the round head up, pushing up into her G-spot. She was ready to let go.

She remembered her Master’s last order, the proof he wanted from her. She grabbed the black top and wadded it up under her dripping pussy. It didn’t take long before she was able to tip herself past the breaking point. She groaned, biting back a fullblown scream. Her thighs began to quake, her pelvic muscles contracted and beautiful warm liquid squirted out of her pussy. She watched this grand show in the mirror, the waterfall of sex cascading from her quivering hole, flowing down onto the black fabric beneath her, pooling in a milky-white puddle. She leaned back against the wall, slumped in exhaustion, trying to catch her breath.

She remembered the phone beside her. “Hello?” she said, picking up the phone.

“Oh yes, I have it for you, Sir. I think you will be pleased.” Astrid giggled, looking down at the wet shirt.

Master Markus hung up the phone. Astrid threw her toy back into her purse along with her phone. Slipping back into her jacket, she gathered up her clothes and strode confidently to the register.

“I sure did.” Astrid handed over the black top. “I’ll take this one.” She presented her bank card, smiling. She couldn’t wait to take it home and model it for her Master. Maybe he would plan another shopping trip soon.