First thing I did after turning on my computer at work is log into our home security system and pull up the camera feeds. Whenever I have to go into the office to work I always put the display on my second monitor so I can click on whatever camera has the best view of you while I work.

I like to watch you. It makes the day go by easier.

You’d just finished your workout and were sitting in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water - the first of six I require you to drink a day. I focused on my work, glancing at you occasionally, watching you catch your breath, then eating breakfast and reading over your schedule for the day.

After you’d eaten and put your dishes in the dishwasher, I knew it was time for you to take a quick shower, but before that I had an extra little task for you. I picked up my phone and called you and saw your face light up when you saw my name on your phone screen.

“Are you on the way home?” Was your greeting.

“I wish,” I said. “I have a task for you before your shower.”

“I was wondering why my schedule was so light today,” you said dryly.

“I may have planned a few more tasks,” I agreed. “I want you to put on a show for me, there in the kitchen. Face the camera and play with your pussy for me.”

“Can I cum now?” You asked excitedly.

“What did I tell you this morning?”

“That I can’t cum until you’re inside me,” the disappointment in your voice was almost palpable.

“Then what do you think?”

Even if I couldn’t have seen the impetuous scrawl on your face, I would have heard it in your silence. After a minute you mumbled, “Yes sir”

“Good girl,” I said. “Get as close as you can to coming, then go about your schedule. I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

“Yes Sir,” you said again and we both clocked off the phone.

You turned your chair toward the camera and lazily slid your hand inside your leggings. At first your motions were perfunctory, following the letter of my law while showing your annoyance with them. But after a minute you closed your eyes and I saw you slowly sink into the sensation.

I watched you slide your free hand inside your sports bra, massaging your tits while you played with your pussy for me. I smiled, knowing you were imaging my hands on you. I watched as your tempo increased, your mouth open just a little as you moaned. I saw your breaths become heavier and your eyebrows furrow in concentration as you came closer and closer to the edge. And I watched as you suddenly stopped, grabbed hold of the kitchen table as if to distract yourself, and groaned.

You looked up at the camera, and I laughed out loud when you stuck your tongue out at me. I turned my focus back to my work, first clicking to change the camera angle so I’d see when you got into the shower.

The French Maid outfit is set out for you for after your shower was maybe a little trite and too on the nose for your morning house chores, but I felt like it would set the mood pretty well … and you wear the hell out of it.

We were both productive for the morning, me with work, you with your chores. I called you just before lunch and had you edge for me again. This time I had you on all fours with your vibrator on your clit. It’s one of my favorite angles of you.

Usually I try to come home for lunch, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t have to stay late for work. So, we FaceTimed over lunch, chatting, eating, and me still trying to get stuff done.

After lunch you had some down time. I’d laid out a pair of pajama pants and a tank top that didn’t quite reach your waist. That comfy-sexy look is one of my favorites on you. You read for a bit then took a short nap on the couch. Watching you sleep, even when I’m working, is somehow still really restful for me.

After your nap, and before you got dressed, I called and gave you your next task. I watched as you knelt on the couch, stuck a pillow between your knees, and started to grind yourself against it.

There was a time, back when you first became mine, that you would have felt extremely self conscious doing something like that, but now I marveled at the obvious delight you took in showing off for me.

I had you edge twice like that because I knew I wouldn’t see you for a while. To be honest, as I watched you work your hips I almost bailed on work and fly home to have my way with you. The frustrating reality of teasing you for an entire day like this is that I am invariably teasing myself with you. But I reinforced my resolve and kept myself planted in my office chair.

After your rest time you had some errands to run. I’d laid out some jeans and a cute t-shirt for you, with a pair of strappy sandals. I let you wear a bra as well, but no panties.

Those few hours, while you were out and I couldn’t watch you, were the longest part of my day. I can’t even tell you the relief I felt when I saw you come back through the front door carrying your shopping bags.

You waved at the camera. I waved back … and felt a little foolish for it.

By the time you unloaded the groceries it was 4:30 and time for you to start getting ready for the night. I called you again, letting you know I wanted you to edge for me one more time - this time in the shower using the shower head.

It was a long shower - one that I enjoyed very much.

You called me after your shower. I could see you pacing the bedroom, wearing just a towel, your hair still wet.

“Sir,” you said. “I think you forgot to lay out my last outfit for tonight.”

I smiled. “I didn’t forget. There a box on the shelf in the closet. You’ll find part of tonight’s outfit in there. The rest I’m bring with me when I come home in about an hour.”

I was looking forward to coming home to you in just the panties, stockings, and high heels. I only hoped I could retain my self control when I saw you. I didn’t want to mess up my own plans for the rest of the evening.