When she left his house after their first time together she was in a daze. Exhausted, confused, conflicted. Why had she gone to his house? Why had she so easily given herself to him? How could she face her husband? When would she kneel if front of him again? When not if, she knew she would. Before she left he had programmed his number into her phone. He told her his name would show up as Mikala. If her husband asked who Mikala was she was a new girl at work who looked up to Megan as a mentor and would text about work, office politics, or new gossip. She was to read the text, reply if needed, and then delete it. She wondered if he thought of this on the spot or if he had planned this ahead of time. But how could he, he didn’t know she would come to his house.
The first text came Monday morning while she was at work. It was an address to a website, a user name, and a password. As she typed the address she felt as if anyone looking at her would know she was doing something bad. Very bad. It was a social media site for people who wanted to communicate in private. The login name was easy to remember: ibelongtomike. Once logged in she read the following post:
Hello young pet. I am extremely pleased with you after our first day. However, I told you when you are with me you belong to me, all of you. This includes your climaxes. The last one I gave to you but the other three you took without asking for permission. You will give them back to me. Plus two for punishment. Starting today you will masturbate until you give me your orgasm. You will do this once each day for the next five days. You will not do it in your house, your yard, your garage, your driveway. Since I am a reasonable Master you may do it at work three of those times. Make me proud young pet.
Oh, you will also send me a photo each time.
She realized someone was at her door and she scrambled to clear the screen, feeling her face flush, looking like someone who had been caught looking at porn. Which is how she felt. Reading porn that was causing a warm sensation to build between her legs. What amazed her was that she was thinking where and when, not why. She knew why. Because he told her to and that was enough. She could not believe it had happened in one day. In a couple of hours. Of course they had flirted, exchange smiles and looks. She had let herself think about what sex with him would be like but she had never imagined anything close to becoming his slave. Or anyone’s slave. She barely knew what being dominant and submissive was. Now she was about to masturbate at work because someone has ordered her to. And she was going to take a picture. Of what? He didn’t say exactly what the photo was to be of? Her surroundings to prove where she was? Her fingers in her…in her to prove she was doing it? If she did it wrong it would give him a reason to punish her. She thought of the harsh spanking he had given her. She felt her tender nipples press against her bra and her fingertips brush against wet cotton.
Mike was eating lunch when he heard the mewing of a cat and he smiled. She was sending him a text. It was the perfect ringtone for his young pet, his little kitten. She had held the camera out to her side to take the picture. He could see part of a desk and the office chair she was sitting on. Her dress was pulled up and her panties were no where in sight. Her hand was between her legs. He knew he would jerk off as soon as he got home. Not because the picture was arousing, which it was, but because of what it meant. He had been worried once she left his house she would come to her senses. Change her mind when she got back to her world. But this photo meant she was still his. It meant he would have her again and he had wanted her for a long time. She was the ‘girl next door’ everyone always fantasized about. Beautiful. Friendly. Smart. Self-confident. And now he had her willing to kneel at his feet, worship his cock, and give him anything he wanted.
She had waited until lunch when everyone would leave. She locked her door and pulled her wet panties off before sitting in her chair. From now on she would be sure to have a spare pair handy. She got up and checked to make sure the door was locked. Sat back down with her dress pulled up and started exploring herself with her fingers. For the first time. She realized how naïve she was when it came to sex. She had never masturbated. Never had sex in anything other than the missionary position, until Him. Had only had sex with one man, until Him. Had never had more than one orgasm, until Him. Had never been spanked, as a child or adult, until Him. As she thought about how rough he had been with her she realized she could hear the wet sound of her fingers as she feverishly pumped them in and out. She didn’t know what she was doing but it felt good. She thought of his fingers in her. His cock in her. She had to choke off the moan as she came. She grabbed her panties and rushed to the bathroom to clean up. As she looked at herself in the mirror she said “Megan, I don’t know who you are anymore. You’ve changed.” Then she pinched her nipples through the soft material of her dress. Until they hurt. And she smiled.
Mike was posting the photos onto website as he received them along with a few words of praise and encouragement. Tuesday’s photo was similar to the first one except she was in a car. Wednesday’s was in her office again but things had changed a little. The camera had been held above her. She had her feet propped on her desk, legs spread wide, and her two middle fingers deep in her pussy. Thursday’s was taken in a dressing room somewhere. She was facing a full length mirror, one foot propped on a chair. She was completely naked. And she had attached a note:
Tomorrow I will eat lunch at the sandwich shop across from your store. Enjoy the view.
He did.
(to know what he saw read "Part Time Pet, a Task"