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I half woke up before my alarm, and drifted in a semi-conscious state. I'd been dreaming about someone going down on me and it almost seemed like I could still feel them. Something about that felt wrong to me and I jolted fully awake. During the night my sheet had bunched up between my thighs and I'd been grinding myself against it. I pulled the sheet away and was surprised at how wet it was. Apparently I'd been rubbing myself against it for a while!

I decided that since I'd been mostly asleep at the time, that it shouldn't count towards Sir's task, but as I needed to edge before I got up, I might as well get it over with. I dove in with two fingers and started thrusting... And nothing. Well not nothing. It felt nice enough, but the spark, the tension was missing. I kept going for a while, and though I stayed wet it was just more of the same. More than anything it felt like I was at the gym exercising.

I texted Sir to tell him about my failure and his reply came back "It's OK, you can't force things and sometimes it just doesn't happen. The important thing is that you tried your best" That got me thinking. Had I tried my best? Physically maybe, but not mentally. If in my head I was treating it as a chore to be completed, how could I expect my body to be any different?

I opened the browser on my phone and typed 'P'. The phone knew the rest and quickly loaded the page for me. I scrolled through the first few videos and came to an abrupt halt. The actress in the thumbnail looked like someone I used to know. It wasn't her, but they looked so similar it almost could have been. Of course I hit the play button.

The video itself was pretty dull and unimaginative, just her on a bed touching herself, but the resemblance and the memories it brought back were far from boring. Within seconds I was riding my hand, my fingers deep inside me and my clit grinding against my palm. Her recorded moans accompanied mine as we drove higher, faster deeper. Her cries reached a crescendo as she reached orgasm, and I wouldn't be far behind...

I was saved by the loud advert playing at the end of the video. In the heat of the moment I'd forgotten what I was doing and why, and had nearly pushed myself too far. Again. I didn't feel ashamed this time though, after all it was exactly what Sir wanted of me. I sent him a text, thanking him for giving me the inspiration that I needed, then got out of bed, ready for a day at work.

I hadn't forgotten about what awaited me on my lunch break. In fact it played on my mind all morning. I'd narrowed it down to two options, a cubicle in the toilets or my car, which I'd deliberately parked in a secluded corner. I decided on the toilets - after all it's a lot easier to keep quiet than it is to turn invisible!

I had a small dildo with a suction cup base in my bag, so once I locked the cubicle I lowered the seat and stuck it down. My panties were soon off and my skirt lifted above my waist and I lowered myself down. The angle wasn't quite right, but with a little shuffle, I felt it slip into me. I immediately started wishing I'd brought a larger toy. This one just didn't fill me as well as some of my others, but still it was close enough.

I took a quick photo to send to Sir then started rocking back and forth. My concerns about my dildo were short lived. The sheer naughtiness of doing this at work, in a building full of hundreds of colleagues was such a thrill that the size was irrelevant.

I pressed my hands to the toilet seat below, and started to raise and lower myself on the dildo. I really liked the way that felt, my breath coming in short gasps interspersed with soft moans. It was time for the second part of my plan. I wadded my panties into a ball and stuffed them into my mouth as an impromptu gag. It worked better than I'd hoped, as I automatically closed my lips around them, breathing through my nose. There was just one unexpected drawback - the taste of my juices flooded my mouth, making me want to moan even more!

I felt myself starting to get close and dropped back down, spreading my thighs wide so I could stroke my clit. I wanted to push myself to the very limit for Sir. That's when the one thing I was dreading happened. Someone opened the rest room door. I froze, my eyes darting to the cubicle door to check I'd locked it. I had visions of it swinging open to reveal me sat there with my dildo in my pussy, fingers on my clit and my mouth filled with my panties.

I heard them enter the cubicle next to mine and hurriedly stood to sort myself out. My panties went into my bag and I straightened my skirt out. There was just the problem of unsticking the dildo from the lid of the toilet. In a moment of inspiration, I gripped it firmly in one hand and flushed with the other, using the sound to at least partially mask the noise it made as I pulled the suction cup free.

When I got home that evening I texted Sir telling him all about how close I'd got to being caught and how I'd spent the afternoon in my office without underwear. I told him how I was convinced everyone could smell the musk of my oils leaking from my pussy, how that made me feel like a shameless slut, and how that just made me even wetter. Admitting that made me want to start touching myself all over again, and I asked Sir for permission, but he told me I had to wait. I could picture him laughing as he typed that. Guess what effect that had on me...

I made it through to bedtime, and if that was a little earlier than normal, it wasn't that early. By that point I was in no mood to tease myself. I grabbed the first toy my hand touched - it was one of the bigger ones - and impaled myself on it. I didnt waste time looking for lube, not that I needed any. The relief I felt was instant. I didn't even need to move, in fact I didn't dare to move. Just being filled as I was was enough to take me to the edge.

I lay there unmoving, but instead of fading the feeling only intensified. I held back as long as I could, barely even breathing but eventually had to admit defeat. I screamed as I pulled the dildo free, the ridges around the shaft moving against me were a torture. I was sure I'd cum as my entrance stretched around the head, biting my lip as I fought to hold back.

Afterwards I lay in bed unable to sleep. I so badly wanted to cum that it actually hurt. My clit was swollen and aching, my entire pussy felt like it was bruised. Mentally I was a mess. I knew that Sir would let me safe word out of our game at any time, so although he was setting the tasks, the only person torturing me was myself. And yet... There was a part of me that was enjoying this. That wanted to demonstrate the lengths I would go to in my submission to him. The pain and desperation I felt were symbols of my devotion, a badge of honour.

I was still wrestling with myself when Sir's text arrived with my next challenge.

"For your 4th task, you will be allowed to play with yourself as much and for as long as you want." I nearly dropped the phone after those words, but I carried on reading "the only exception is your pussy. That is completely off limits" I cried in frustration. How could Sir be so cruel as to dangle the possibility of easing my torment , only to snatch it away from me again? I curled into a ball and wept into my pillow until I slept.