Another message appeared.
You’ve earned a reward. You may masturbate in bed tonight. Use the technique I taught you. Make yourself come as many times as you need to.
My breath caught. I could play with myself. I could finally get some relief from this arousal.
One condition, Mike sent.You’ll sleep in the nude.
CHAPTER 18
Laura
It shouldn’t make any difference at all, I kept telling myself. No, I’d never slept in the nude. Even after everything that had happened the previous night I had gotten up to put on my panties over the plug and pull my nightgown over my head—just out of habit, just because that’s the way I’d grown up. When I’d touched myself at night in my dorm bed, I’d done it with my hand inside my panties, as if that made masturbation more respectable.
I had been shaved down there. I had been caned. I had played with myself for the camera. I had been spanked over a man’s knee and made to come and then to suck his cock.
I had a butt plug in my bottom, for goodness’ sake.
Sleeping in the nude shouldn’t have posed a problem. Even the thought,That poses a problem, shouldn’t have occurred to me. Right?
But my face had gone hot at the mere thought of what it would feel like to slide between the sheets that way. I stared at Mike’s message for what felt like forever, my thumb hovering over the screen. The logical part of my brain kept insisting it was ridiculous to feel this way about something so simple. But the rest of me couldn’t shake the feeling that it represented something different from everything else that had happened.
Different because it felt like I would be choosing it myself. Mike hadn’tcommandedme to masturbate: he had said Icould,and given me a condition. If I decided Ineededto pleasure myself,neededto come… then I would have to strip completely and climb into bed naked, under the covers, hidden from the camera’s unblinking eye… but obedient to my sponsor’s humiliating rule.
He’ll still be watching, though. Through the sensor.
But it didn’t feel that way. The idea of being naked but also covered up, of playing with myself as if I thought no one could see, but still being bare, being naughty in the night… it made my tummy lurch and the warmth gather, further down. If Mike watched via the camera, what would he see? Would the covers move, or could I keep them from moving, to hide my mortifying need and my even more embarrassing satisfaction of it?
It didn’t make sense, but it seemed to have a lewd logic of its own. I would get into bed that way—thatway. Knowing the plug would shift inside me every time I moved. Knowing I would touch myself under the covers, exposed and vulnerable but free and nude in my bed, like a lascivious kitten.
My face burned hotter as I imagined it. The sheets against my bare skin. My hand between my legs. The plug in my bottom. All of it invisible to Mike, even if he chose to watch—and yet also completely known to him with a glance at his phone.
I set the phone down and walked to the bedroom on trembling legs. The plug made itself known with each step, sending thrills of awareness through my core that made it hard to think straight. I stood at the foot of the bed and stared at it like it was some kind of challenge.
This is stupid, I told myself firmly.You’ve done so much worse, and you need it so bad. If you come enough tonight, you’ll be satisfied… sore, even.
I swallowed hard at that thought, unable to keep from picturing myself, wanton and crying out over and over into the wee hours of the morning, working myself so hard behind the seal that I had trouble walking in the morning.
You won’t have to worry about getting whipped for masturbating without permission. Just take off your clothes and get in bed.
My hands moved to the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head slowly, feeling the cool air hit my skin. I unhooked my bra, the clasp seeming to take forever even though my fingers knew the motion by heart. I dropped it to the floor. I tugged down my yoga pants, sliding the stretch fabric down my hips until they landed at my feet.
I stood there in just my panties for a long moment, my arms wrapped around myself. The last barrier. The final piece of clothing between me and complete exposure.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down, stepping out of them quickly before I could change my mind.
The sense of vulnerability sent a shiver through me. I was more conscious of being completely naked, except for the plug in my bottom, than I had been even with Mike physically present. I stood in the middle of the bedroom where the cameras could see everything.
My hands flew up to cover myself instinctively—one arm across my breasts, the other between my legs over my pussy. The realization that there was so much less to see down there than there had been two days ago brought a helpless clench.
God, what was I doing? What had I become in just twenty-four hours?
But even as shame flooded through me, I felt that familiar throb of arousal. I realized with horror that being exposed like this was turning me on. The thought of Mike watching, seeing me naked and vulnerable and obedient—more, that he would know instantly that I had eagerly chosen to accept his condition so that I could have my lewd reward—was something I could hardly bear.
I rushed to the bed, each step making the plug shift in ways that had me biting my lip. I pulled back the covers and slid between the sheets.
The sensation was overwhelming. The soft cotton against my bare skin felt terribly intimate, sliding over my breasts and belly and thighs. I’d never felt so aware of my own body, so conscious of every inch of exposed flesh. The plug in my bottom seemed even more prominent in this position, pressing deeper as I lay on my back.
I turned on my side and without thinking about it I put my hand back there to find the base of the humiliating device. Something in me wanted to see what it felt like, I realized with a hot blush, and to my distress, before I could push the idea away, it felt perverselyright.
