Jenna Gets Ready for Work
"Is--is this enough, sir?" Jenna stood over her tablet and rubbed, acutely conscious of the drippy mess clinging to her fingers as they slid back and forth between her slick pink labia. She pulled her hand away when the arousal of displaying herself to her Master got to be a little too much for her, but even that felt like part of the show she was giving him--strands of musk clung to her fingertips, stretching between them and her pussy lips, and Jenna knew she was giving an accidentally perfect demonstration of just how wet it was making her to edge for her hypnotic owner. Her nipples ached with excitement, and her whole head rang like a gong with the intensity of her excitement.
But it wasn't enough. "You've still got five more minutes before you need to get dressed, pretty girl," murmured the silky voice from the other end of the chat. "Why don't we see just how much wetter and needier you can get in that time, mm?" Jenna let out an unintended whimper of desperation at the words; she hadn't expected to cum before she started getting ready for work, not with her next scheduled orgasm still six days away, but she'd at least hoped to be able to take a few minutes to clear her mind of the whirling lust it was swamped with so she didn't spend the whole bus ride to work staring at total strangers and wondering what their dicks tasted like. This was going to leave her a goddamned mess all day, mentally as well as physically.
Her Master knew just how much she loved exactly that, though, and his tones were filled with praise as he purred, "That's it, good girl, leak for Master, get it all nice and wet for me before you go." Jenna's panting gasps were like a train whistle in her ears as her fingers slid back and forth through the messy channel between her plump pussy lips, dredging gush after gush of thick clinging fluid from her soaking cunt and spreading it all over her bush and her inner thighs. She was undoing all the good from her shower and she knew she was going to spend the whole fucking day worrying about whether her co-workers noticed her smelling like sex, but Jenna also understood that would just keep her mind focused on her submission and make her even more constantly aware of the obedience she was being programmed into.
It felt like only seconds before he told her, "That's all the time you have, sweetie, go put some fresh panties on and start getting ready for work," and Jenna could tell she was halfway in trance by the way she mumbled her assent before she ended the chat and took a few moments to clean off the stray droplets of pussy juice that landed on her tablet. The floaty, drifting sensation took her through pulling on a pair of black cotton panties, the front of which soaked through in moments, and washing her hand as clean as it would get before finishing up the process of dressing herself and hurrying out the door to catch the bus. Her fingers would still smell a little bit like pussy for a while, though, even if only Jenna noticed it, and she was already pretty sure she'd be finding excuses to put them close to her face to remind her of her submission. And that would only make her more eager to get home and show her owner what another day of denial had done to her.
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