{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"f0e45418-cd2e-42e2-982f-ba79e6ad925f","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-02T16:12:00.056Z","title":"A Tale Of Denial","slug":"a-tale-of-denial","shortId":"aGScOQfA","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"My continued submission to Miss Cassie. \r\nA bit of a mix of real life and second life here. Miss Cassie instructs me on the correct use of a sluts panties, my online persona does some really slutrty things and I endure my first taste of orgasm denial - a taste for which I have been developing ever since!","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"83843d5a-37af-4b07-b261-111ab2e6fed2","title":null,"summary":"Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 21:33:05 +0000From: Miss CassieTo: Slut PraiusSubject: Your InstructionsYou w","wordCount":6440,"readTime":32,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 21:33:05 +0000
From: Miss Cassie
To: Slut Praius
Subject: Your Instructions
You wake to a shaking of your bed, and you see a shadowy figure standing next to you.
As your eyes adjust to the early morning light, you see your Miss standing there, her typical wicked
grin on her face. I wait patiently while you gather your whits and get out of bed to kneel at my feet.
\"Good Morning my kinky little pet, Miss has decided its time to play again .. \", I stand there, silent
for a moment, gently stroking your hair, \"You will go get dressed, you will probably want rather strong
good fitting panties, and you will wear a dress. You will grab your plug and your egg and something to carry
them in in your purse. Scoot . and come back here when you are ready.
I wait several minutes while I hear you rummaging around and getting dressed, and then you return , to kneel
once more. \"Show me\" I whisper , and you hold out the egg and the plug. I take the egg, and kneel down
in front of you , I lift up your dress and jerk down your panties, forcing the egg up into you pussy
rather roughly, before pulling your panties up again.
\"you will wear that until you get to work. Once you arrive, you will go to the ladies and remove it , lick it
clean and put it in your purse. you will bring yourself close and then stop. you will also edge once more between the time you arrive and your lunch break.

At your lunch break , you will insert your plug and edge once more. The plug will remain in until further notice.
Miss will send you additional instructions during the day.

I lean down to kiss you, and then quietly walk from the room, once again vanishing before you can recover.

~~Cassie~~

From: Praius Ultsch Slut Praius
To: Cassandra Smith Miss Cassie
Sent: Tuesday, November 18, 2014 6:08 AM
Subject: Re: Your Instructions

Oh my goodness me!

I actually read this last night Miss, which left me very horny when I went to bed. And I woke up wet. I don't remember my dreams specifically, but I suspect You featured in them...showering did not help, we have a very powerful shower, and aimed just so....well, its a very good shower.

I dressed, as instructed, putting on a pair of distinctly unsexy knickers in line with your requirements, my bra, and slipped a printed dress over my head.

Searching out my egg, and plug, finding a safe bag to put them in in the chaos of the morning did very little to compose me, so when I left for work, finally, I was stressed, highly strung, and hot as all hell.

And then I remembered. The egg! it was in my laptop bag. dammit. I pulled over the car and reached for my bag, looking around to see if anyone could see me, and waiting for a gap in the traffic just in case, my face already red with embarrassment at what I had to do.

As quickly as I could, my hands shaking a little, I pulled up my dress and slipped the egg into my knickers, then slid it inside me. It went in easily as I've been wet since I woke up. I noticed a dampness in my knickers at the same time. Really wet.

I pulled the dress back down, looking around guiltily, my heart hammering in my chest as I looked, but I think I got away with it.

Driving was hell, traffic was bad and I was distracted by the egg, even switched off I knew it was there, could feel it moving about, delicious torment.
When I got to work, I headed straight for the toilet, avoiding eye contact with anyone, just saying hi as I walked past quickly.

I locked myself in, the same cubicle as last time, and listened for signs of anyone else as I quietly pulled up my dress and slid my damp knickers around my ankles. I actually needed to pee, an nearly did that first, but I wasn't sure I could with the egg inside, so I pushed a little and removing the sticky egg. I held it between my fingertips, listening intently for anyone coming, but the only sound was my racing heart. I started to lick the egg clean, as instructed, tasting myself, my desire, my lust, as I licked it, until all traces were removed.
I slipped it in my handbag, a brief moment of panic as I noticed the plug wasn't there - the horror of someone finding it! - but remembered it was in my laptop bag. I tried to calm myself, peed, pulled my knickers up, dress down, and composed myself before I left the cubicle.

...and just as I was about to leave, I remembered Your instructions. I locked myself back in, again listening intently for anyone else, and started to masturbate, slowly at first, scared someone would come in, but went faster as I thought about the taste still on my lips, my taste, my arousal created from spending the night thinking about what You had instructed me to do...it took seconds before I was close to coming, I wanted to badly, but I knew I must not, so I stopped, reluctantly, licking my wet fingers before getting dressed again. The moment I stopped, I remembered where I was, and started to panic. I hadn't been listening, carried away, anyone could have heard me! I left the cubicle, face flushed, washed my hands, and went to my desk

I've been trying to write this mail ever since. Its almost time I peed again, so I will edge again, and look forward to lunch...

Kisses,
Your slut, Praius.

From: \"Cassandra Smith\" Miss Cassie
Sent: 18 November 2014 16:36
To: \"Praius Ultsch\" Slut Praius
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
Hmm .

Dont want to miss your final instructions , plaything . so I will send them along now ..

~evil grin

Now that you have been \"filled\" for a few hours, I think its time for you to cum.
You will NOT remove either th plug or the egg until you do . and you MUST be naked when you do.
If you decide to cum in the ladies at work . you may leave your shoes on so any one glancing down wont see bare feet (at least they could here in the states) but you will remove your bra and panties and dress.
If you decide to wait until you are home . you will be completely naked . and down on all fours .. well all three's, you may use one of your hands :)

So where and when is up to you . and I have given you instructions on the how ..
See I am not so evil .. ~grins and winks

Blows a kiss and walks quietly away ... whispering \"have fun plaything\"

Cassie

From: Praius Ultsch Slut Praius
To: Cassandra Smith Miss Cassie
Sent: Tuesday, November 18, 2014 12:21 PM
Subject: Re: Your Instructions

I'm so sorry for not replying miss, I'm doing my best to do as instructed but the day got very busy, and your horny slut can't multitask like this! I will continue to do my best, and will try to reply properly later. Sorry xx

Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 17:25:54 +0000
From: Miss Cassie
To: Slut Praius
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
Grins . no need to apologize . I know what can happen to a peaceful day once work decides to go crazy :)
Do your best my little plaything . thats all miss can ask for :)

HUGGZZ

Cassie

From: Praius Ultsch Slut Praius
To: Cassandra Smith Miss Cassie
Sent: Tuesday, November 18, 2014 6:11 PM
Subject: Re: Your Instructions

I did my best Miss...almost everything You asked, so frustrated as work as been so quiet, its like they knew. So I did almost all You asked, except the last part. I haven't come, and I'm so sleepy, and so horny, my god, but I don't want to spoil it. Tomorrow, more work madness, but I promise, I will restrain myself till the evening, carry out Your instructions, even if it is a day later.

I hope this is acceptable Miss, I am so sorry for letting You down.

Your horny, ashamed & grateful slut,
Praius xx

Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 13:50:09 +0000
From: Miss Cassie
To: Slut Praius
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
Smiles,

Again my little plaything . no need to apologize, if anyone knows, I know how rl can get in the way :)

And yes . your solution is very acceptable :)

Have a wonderful day !

Cassie

From: Praius Ultsch Slut Praius
To: Cassandra Smith Miss Cassie
Sent: Thursday, November 20, 2014 8:21 AM
Subject: Re: Your Instructions

I am so, so sorry. And so so dirty....

Wednesday was much like Tuesday with work. I knew it would be busy, and I had to concentrate, so I reluctantly went to the office without my toys, hoping that if I got the work done I would get some time to myself in the evening, or today.

So I went to work, dressed as I normally would, in business casual blouse, skirt, tights, flat soled boots. I attended meeting after meeting, progress of a sort, but through each I was distracted. An itch that started at the back of my mind and crept slowly, inexorably down my spine, passing through the pit of my stomach, before resting in that place between my legs, that aches at Your mercy, so often. Each meeting it got worse, my focus less on the meeting, more on the delights that waited when I had the time to myself, the delicious torture You would put me through, and the exquisite reward at the end. Every one of them was a blur, all I wanted was to scratch the itch.

At lunch, I went to the ladies, locked the door, I needed to pee, but I needed something else too. Badly. Having started this the day before, and knowing I was sat in this same cubicle yesterday, licking my egg clean at Your instruction, tasting my own uncontrollable desire, the memory of my own taste triggered a fresh wave between my legs. I rolled my tights down, slid my knickers to my ankles, and allowed my hand to drift down, over my breast and belly, letting it settle between my legs. I was less worried about being interrupted today, more relaxed as there were no toys, no instructions to follow, no risk of getting caught doing something deviant in the toilet. I pondered this as I let a finger slide inside, a moan escaping my lips, a moan that jolted me back into the real world for a moment, the sudden noise would be heard! I listened intently, feeling my face flush immediately, arousal and shame all at the same time, I was here, in an office toilet, once again touching myself as the result of a command from You.

Heart beating fast, and listening for any intrusion, I let my fingers explore slowly. My heartrate, the need, tried to make me go quicker, but I tried to control myself, make it slow, languid, delicious. I raised a glistening finger to my lips, definitely delicious. I let my hand slip back between my legs, caressing some of my liquid desire onto my fingertips, working it into my clitoris slowly as I enjoyed the last of my own taste on my lips. Its a strange taste, not pleasant in the normal sense, not sweet or like anything else, but the desire that goes with it, the hormones, pheromones, whatever it contains, make me greedy for it. I lick my fingers once more, then start rubbing myself a little faster, trying to stop little sticky noises from happening, impossible. I need to come so badly. I can see the evidence of my discomfort in the meetings in my knickers when I look down at them, trails of damp desire all over them. My other hand, I realise, is circling a nipple, no memory of when it started.

I lose myself in it for a while, I need to come so badly, but I have no intention of coming. It is not permitted, I want it, but I want permission more. You control this Miss, even though this wasn't part of the plan. I speed up, bringing myself closer and closer, the center of my legs becomes the center of my universe, a delicious place that blocks out the rest of the world, except for the nagging worry of interruption. I get so close, breathing hard, trying to be quiet, trying not to let anyone hear what I am doing, a combination of disgust at myself, and pleasure at the same time, no longer that prim, smart, efficient worker; a slut masturbating in the toilet, unable to stop playing with my hot, desperate pussy, almost at the edge, but knowing there can be no release this time. This was unplanned, a spur of the moment weakness. I stop, consciously pulling my hands away from my body, fists clenched as if to stop my fingers from finding their targets. I try to breathe, compose myself, let the office worker back in. I try to pee. I can't. My body, not content with driving me to distraction all morning, won't let me pee now. You know this happens to me, I wonder if you planned this somehow.

I give up, pulling my knickers and tights back up, feeling the fabric instantly absorb some of my unrewarded lust. I listen for others, then flush, leave the cubicle, a final regretful lick, and then wash my dirty hands, finally straightening my hair. I don't tend to wear much makeup to work, so thankfully, other than my overall flushed face, I think I looked fairly normal.

I sat back at my desk, still horny, pressure in my bladder not doing anything to help my concentration. I try to work, wondering how long between visits is acceptable, wondering if the pressure will overcome my lust. I need to come still, badly, but the pressure on my bladder seems to increase every moment. Next time, slut, you need to pee, leave your pussy alone.

The whole morning was reduced to this 15 minute episode, I barely remember a thing of the rest of it.

I wonder what the rest of the day will bring Miss? I will do my best to comply with Your remaining instructions...

Praius xx

Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 14:57:57 +0000
From: Miss Cassie
To: Slut Praius
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
Hello plaything ..

So if I understand correctly, you are at work and awaiting instructions ... Yes, I think Miss can come up with something to make your day a bit more intense :)

First . playthings don't need both undies and tights . so the next trip to the ladies . you will remove the undies , edge as you did earlier , and then plug yourself with your undies before returning to your desk.
You will repeat as often as you can with being away from your desk so much that it draws attention. Also , if you pee . you will use your undies to wipe before replacing them back in that slutty little hole of yours.

And since you did miss the ending last time , Miss is withdrawing the option she gave you then. You will not be allowed to cum until you cum , naked in your ladies room. you may leave your shoes on, and have your tights pulled down , but nothing else. You will do this later in the day . before leaving . and then you may plug yourself with the udies and get dressed for the ride home.

If you find you are unable to do this today . you will repeat everything tomorrow .. if it carries over to the weekend ..Miss will have you cumming in public at a shopping mall or something so I would advise against it. You will NOT cum until you complete this assignment plaything , or Miss will be very disappointed.

Smiles and blows you a kiss
Have an \"interesting\" afternoon dear ..

Cassie

From: Praius Ultsch Slut Praius
To: Cassandra Smith Miss Cassie
Sent: Thursday, November 20, 2014 10:27 AM
Subject: Re: Your Instructions

Speechless Miss...I will do as You order. Is the option of coming when I get home instead still open? Please! I don't think I will be able to get away with that at work, i;m on course for a massive orgasm Miss.

Pleadingly,

slut praius xx

Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 15:51:34 +0000
From: Miss Cassie
To: Slut Praius
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
Hmm, my intent was no, home is not an option . but if you really think its to 'dangerous\" to pull off at work , I will relent and come up with an alternative ..

Cassie

From: Praius Ultsch Slut Praius
To: Cassandra Smith Miss Cassie
Sent: Thursday, November 20, 2014 11:06 AM
Subject: Re: Your Instructions

Thank You Miss. Its just so busy here today. I could wait till everyone went home, which I think I did before, but I have things I need to get done.

I can't write much now, but i have followed Your instructions. I edged again, so close it nearly killed me, and my knickers are where You told me to put them, soaking in my arousal, my shame.

and I need to pee now...

Your grateful slut,
praius xx

Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 16:17:05 +0000
From: Miss Cassie
To: Slut Praius
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
ok . no need to write until you are able . and instead of naked at work these are you new instructions .

You will continue as you are while at work, and once home, you are to keep you panites where they are until it is safe to replace them with your egg. Once the egg is in place and it is safe to do so . you will set it to its highest setting, and then you may cum. However . there is a twist , to see how creative my plaything can get. You will NOT use your hands, either directly , or to hold an object in place against you. You may rub yourself against the floor , or the edge of the tub, whatever you can think of , as long as your hands are not involved in placing it there .

Have fun plaything .. and miss expects to hear all about it at some point ..

Winks and blows a kiss

Cassie

From: Slut Praius
To: Miss Cassie
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 16:37:06 +0000
Thank You Miss...slowly going out of my mind here, I need this so badly!

From: Praius Ultsch Slut Praius
To: Cassandra Smith Miss Cassie
Sent: Friday, November 21, 2014 6:01 PM
Subject: Re: Your Instructions

Dear Miss Cassie, I am so sorry it has taken me so long to reply to You, the week got away from me. It has been most frustrating, in every way, as i will explain.

I continued through my work day, relatively normally aside from the fact that my knickers were stuffed in my desperately aching pussy as You instructed. The lack of edging allowed me to get some work done, though I still had terrible difficulty concentrating, that desirous itch reaching upwards, backwards, into the pit of my stomach, a tightness there that I could not scratch.

My mind wandered, wondering what I could do to follow Your instructions, what I could do to myself to achieve that release I had been craving for days. The obvious answer was my shower. Its wall mounted, and seriously powerful. I thought perhaps thins was too easy, especially if I used my hands to turn it on, I thought that was possibly against the rules. Perhaps if I used my mouth? I tried to think about the size of the dials, the pressure required to turn them. I'm no angel but I'm not used to manipulating things that large and stiff with my mouth. Please forgive the cliché, I couldn't resist.

And so I spent the rest of my day, constant dampness between my legs, courtesy of the knickers working their way out of my pussy every time I moved, trying to work, trying to work out if I could use my mouth to turn on the shower to use the shower to give me the orgasm i needed so badly. But what if it didn't work? I would not be alone at home, I would only get one convincing chance at this. What if I went to the shower, stripped, stepped in, knickers peeking, and spent the time trying, and failing, to initiate my reward with my mouth. Desperate worry. I needed a plan b.

The floor, the tub as You suggested? Or something else? I'm not sure rubbing against the floor would work, much as I imagine the sight of your slut trying to grind her cunt pathetically on the floor would have amused You, I don't think I could make contact with the floor for long enough. The edge of the bath? How would that work? One leg in, one on the floor, kneeling uncomfortably, straddling and grinding the edge whorishly, leaning forwards trying to get the contact just right...that would work. Work. work! concentrate slut!

I tried, making progress but soon my mind was drifting again...what else might I be able to do? the floor or the bath didn't really appeal, given I had a choice. What else...?

I left for home, driving with my mind firmly focussed on the need between my legs. Around half way home I realised I was rubbing myself with my free hand, my fingers sticky through the damp tights. I needed to get home soon.

By the time I got home, I was unable to think of much else but relieving my itch, but I had a whole tedious, torturous evening to endure before I would have a chance. I was still unable to come up with another way. I thought of using a thigh-high leather boot, in a boot stretcher, on its edge, toe pointing upwards, that may work, and I not inexperienced with boot worship of this kind, at least in SL. But I would have to hold it to start with. Against the rules. Dammit.

The tedium and chores in the evening did what work could not, and made the itch recede a little. An hour or so before I knew I would have some real time, I went to the toilet to pee, taking my handbag with me. I sat, and slowly pulled the soaking, sticky knickers from my needy hole, the sensation making me gasp. I wondered what to do with the knickers, about to drop them on the floor before I peed, but thought You would prefer it if I was more respectful. I slowly pushed them into my mouth, tasting myself, my hours old desire mixed with the fresh, pungent but not unpleasant. I gagged a little from the volume of material, feeling the tingling increase between my legs at the same time. I tried to relax, breathe a little, praying my body would allow me to pee, not like the day before. Thankfully it did, one form of pressure receded.

When I was done, I slipped in the egg, switched off. I could not bear it on for an hour, and I was not alone, it would be heard. But off, I thought, I could manage, and it would be my secret. I put my dirty knickers in my bag and went back downstairs, trying to think 'normal'.

For an hour, every movement, walking around the house, or sat, every shift in position, recrossing of my legs - which was frequent - caused a change in the sensation between my legs, delicious torture. I was getting closer and closer, even without touching myself.

Finally, after an hour and half of pure torture, I had some time to myself. My plan was to log in to SL, catch up with a couple of people. hopefully including Mistress Clara, then make my excuses and retire to the shower, hoping all the while I could turn it on with my mouth, knowing I would be fucking the edge of a bathtub if I failed.

I am not ordered to by Mistress Clara, but generally when I am on SL I will be playing with myself, to a greater or lesser intensity most of the time, and this was no different. Given my state, it was not long till I was close, and had to stop. I needed to get to that shower.

And then it happened. My Mistress had given me to another, temporarily, to use as She saw fit, for a month. I can't name Her now, but She was not a stranger, and I had a good relationship with Her, so was surprised, but not upset, apprehensive, and aroused. Well, You knew I was aroused already.

First She had me dance in the club, which I enjoyed, then She made me kneel, cutting my clothes off. Then She said

'Your orgasms are Mine'.

And that was it, I had to obey Her, I was forbidden from coming without Her permission. I had been edging since Tuesday, looking forward to my imminent release, yet I was denied! I obey Mistress Clara's orgasm instructions, which meant I had to obey Hers.

Yet You, Miss Cassie, had told me to come. I had followed Your instructions, as far as I was able, for the best part of three days, I was almost delirious. What was I do do? the conflict was terrible, I had permission, yet I was denied. I decided to carry on, to come, to allow myself that orgasm I desperately deserved, desperately needed.

I headed to the bathroom, stripped, and turned the egg on, delicious sensation flooding through me. I leant towards the shower controls, surprised by how wide they were, wondering if I would manage it. And then I stopped. The egg was sending tremors through me, almost everything I wanted. Just that one final step, and release.

But I was denied.

Forbidden.

I could not come without permission, Your instruction Miss, I know was to come, but She expressly forbade it. I think I must have reasoned that You would agree with Her, that a denial overrules permission. I could not do it. This was a whole new torment. I showered, egg still on full, scared to touch myself, to remove it, in case it set me off, I was so close. So damn close!

I write this on Friday evening. I have tried to leave myself alone, leave the internet alone today, to control this burning in me, It is so strong, I don't think its ever been like this. I want to come, for You Miss Cassie. But I have to come for Her first, I have to. And I have to do whatever it takes to obtain Her permission.

I am online with Her now. Awaiting my fate.

Your desperate, needy, delirious, shower tap, bath-edge, boot-fucking slut,
praius xx

Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 23:49:41 +0000
From: Miss Cassie
To: Slut Praius
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
Hello plaything

you are of course correct, your \"fulltime\" Miss ALWAYS takes precedence, it might be amusing if you explained your instructions on how you were to relieve yourself, and perhaps she might think its a good idea and when she decides its time . to let you come up with some way to work it .. please mention it to her if its not to late :)

Anyways . it was fun . and I do INSIST you let me know the how and the when of it when you are finally allowed,

~grins . my poor little cum toy .. I will be thinking about you

Cassie

From: Praius Ultsch Slut Praius
To: Cassandra Smith Miss Cassie
Sent: Saturday, November 22, 2014 5:59 PM
Subject: Re: Your Instructions

My god...I will tell You Miss, no time to myself right now. But i was finally allowed, i was so desperate, four days of this...i would have done almost anything! I am a little more comfortable now, but this experience almost drove me to a new place, a delightful and scary one.

I will tell You exaclty what happened Miss Casse, just as soon as I have time. Once I am done with that, I would like to put this story on fetlife, as I did before. Would you once again be willing to let this hungry slut share our conversation?

Thank You again Miss, you devoted and eternally aroused slut,
Praius xx
From: \"Cassandra Smith\" Miss Cassie
Sent: 25 November 2014 14:04
To: \"Praius Ultsch\" Slut Praius
Subject: Re: Your Instructions
dying to hear the details . and of course you can write about it on fetlife .

:)

Cassie

Hello again Miss Cassie,

I am so sorry it has taken me so long to write back to You properly, my life and work took a turn for the hectic exactly around the time You sent me Your instructions.

After my last proper mail to You, I spent a good part of the evening online with Miss Zana. She is a friend, but for the time being i am her slave, my SL Mistress Clara having given me to Her to do as She wished. I am not sure what I did to deserve this fate, but I must serve Her as I would serve Mistress Clara, do as She instructs, I have no choice. 'Your orgasms are Mine'. Almost her first words to me. I did not know Her all that well, those words terrified me. Those words electrified me.

I had been edging for four days, edging, and ready to come after following Your instructions as best as I could. Four days. Expecting freedom, release by my own hand, anticipating it, my body wreaked with desire, aching for that release.

Your Orgasms Are Mine.
Denied.

Up to that point, I knew what was expected of me, what I was allowed to do, what I must do. I had been working myself up to that point, I knew when I could come, what I must do first. I knew when I could come. And then Miss Zana denied me. The frustration I felt was incredible, my body was aching, my hands had developed a tremor, I could barely think straight. That source of all this desire between my legs was wet, it had been for days, i was dripping wet, I couldn't control it. I was worried about leaving damp patches when I stood. I didn't even have any knickers on as You had denied me those previously Miss. Only a pair of sticky tights between me and the world...

That day I had been to work, though I hadn't received instructions, without any knickers on. I assumed You would have ordered this if You had expected I would have gone another day in this torment. After a busy day, I was still wearing those same clothes when I finally got some time to myself. Every time I peed that day, I had watched the marks in my tights develop, wet, sticky evidence of my arousal. As I drove home, fully anticipating coming not long after I got back, I had been touching myself, through the tights, skirt pulled up, as I drove, making them even messier. I needed to come, soon I could, I thought.

So I sat, finally alone, desperate for my orgasm, and logged in, praying Miss Zana would be online, praying She would allow me to come for Her. I knew I would do just about anything to earn it at that point. I didn't care what She made me do, I just needed to come. And I needed Her permission, so I would do whatever it took.

Miss Zana was online, triggering a rush of relief, and a release between my legs, my pussy reacting to her presence all by itself. I ripped a hole in my tights, my fingers instantly sinking into my soaking desire, unable to stop myself. I greeted Her, and knelt, awaiting Her instructions.

She was at a club, Her club more or less, as were several others, some I knew, some I did not. As it was Friday they had a DJ playing, and most were dancing. After Miss Zana making it clear I was the club slut, to be used by anyone here. my first instruction was to dance with a mutual friend as Miss had to go for a while, who tormented me with messages, imagery of what she would do with me, which only got worse when I told her of my predicament, my desperate need to come, my need to obtain permission from Miss Zana. As we danced and chatted, I got wetter and wetter, bringing myself very close once, entirely by accident, having to use all my self control to ward off the orgasm I so desperately wanted. My cunt was betraying me, a force almost stronger than my will, but an orgasm now, delicious though it would have been, would have been empty. I must not steal, only be given. My orgasms belong to Miss Zana, in Second Life and in real life, right now.

But I couldn't stop masturbating, so as I danced, and talked, and spun, in Second Life, I was touching myself, all the while, through the hole in my dirty tights, my other hand cupping my breast, rolling my hardening nipple between my fingers when I wasn't typing. Occasionally my wet fingers would drift towards my mouth, idly tasting myself, the product of my five day long arousal, which only served to make things worse, pussy leaking uncontrollably with each lick,

Miss Zana returned, announcing that some of the girls in the room were not wearing panties, and that my task was to find out who. I dropped to my knees, crawling around the room, looking up skirts like a teenage boy might, using a computer to zoom in on the crotches of these girls, trying to find out who was not wearing knickers, find their bare pussies as I touched my own; this was a humiliating task, a suggestion of just how low I would stoop to get my orgasm. I hoped by doing this would be allowed to come, to stop this torture.

All the while as I did this, touching myself, keeping myself close to the edge, Miss Zana was messaging me, tormenting me, telling me what She would do to me, what I would do for Her. I have not once kissed a girl in real life, but if She had turned up at my front door right them, I would have been Hers for the taking, Her slut, whore, slave, lover, toy; whatever She wanted. On my knees, in my house, just a desperate cunt that needed Her. I begged, pleaded, every teasing message She sent had me fingering myself faster, two fingers inside, thumb on my clit, begging Her to be allowed to come. Five days of this, of edging, of denying myself, of waiting for permission, I was sore, desperate. I begged and begged.

She relented! Finally! She said I could come, once, next time I went to the toilet, but I must be on my knees. I nearly came there and then, just the joy of having permission almost tipping me over the edge, but I contained it, I would not fail now.

She teased me more, I carried on masturbating, waiting as my bladder filled, always close, having to concentrate on not coming, fingering myself as She teased me, relentlessly. I finally needed to pee, pulling my skirt back down, licking my wet fingers clean, and got up to go to the toilet, nervous about the impending orgasm, family asleep upstairs, knowing I would have to be quiet, but in moments my ordeal would be over. But wait. I sat down again, cross with myself for forgetting, for almost ruining it.

Miss Zana, may I go to the toilet please?

'No'.

No! please! Denied, but this time with permission to come. How is that even possible!? Had I been standing I would have stamped my foot in temper, a petulant child not getting her way, desperation setting in.

I begged her again, and again. I told her how desperate I was, how badly I needed this, how my body was hurting from this torment, that I'd do anything for Her, just please, please let me go to the bathroom, let me orgasm.

Finally, She relented. 'Go, slut'. Two words, enough to almost send me over the edge again.

I crawled. No command to do this, but desperate sluts don't get to walk, they crawl, on their hands and knees, to the toilet, so they can come. I crawled, my face already flushed from the ordeal, feeling it redden more as I briefly felt a flush of fear at someone coming down the stairs, seeing me like this, somehow knowing why I was like this, what I was on my way to do, what I could become, descend to, if the conditions were right.

The hallway felt a mile long as I crawled down it, my bladder full and my pussy eager beyond belief. I got to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and kneeling, began to use my fingers, my hand visibly shaking from the ordeal, adrenaline, or hormones, pumping through me. I tried to edge, to torment myself one more time before coming, all the while on my knees, bladder full, uncomfortable, knowing I would not be able to pee after. I considered peeing before, just to give myself some relief, but I figured neither Miss Zana, or You Miss Cassie, would approve, so I held it, and started fucking myself with my fingers, hard this time, not slow, tenderly like I had been for days, ramming my fingers in, pinching my swollen clit, almost hurting myself, as I sought to come as hard as I could, knowing it would be the only orgasm that night.

It did not take long to edge, only seconds, my finger fucking working well, other hand pinching a nipple hard, I could not hold back, there was no edge, just a wall, and I fell. I came, finally, hard, my entire body wracked by waves of pleasure, I was almost in tears, my fingers cruel on my body, pushing it hard, finally, release, my orgasm. I realised I was moaning like a whore, on my knees in my bathroom, coming for Miss Zana, coming for You Miss Cassie, uncaring, just coming, just coming.

The waves subsided, my fingers slowed, my body relaxed a little, I knew there was more, orgasm after orgasm still held in my body. But I had been permitted only one. I carried on touching myself, gently, letting another one build slowly, but distracted by my full bladder. I wanted to edge, but I needed to pee, had to. I sat on the toilet, and tried, touching myself idly all the while, willing it to start. Eventually it did, just a trickle, absorbing in my tights, not enough to fall, but enough to make me consider what I had done, why I couldn't pee, that my tights were now covered in my desire, and my pee, a delirious slut, slave to my own desires. I was feeling used, humiliated.

I wanted more.

Your cumslut.

praius xx

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