Link to Part 5

It was Saturday, and we'd been up late talking, so I allowed myself a lie in. When I woke up, Sir was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"I was just coming to wake you up" he said as I walked in. Then he walked over, kissed my lips and pulled my robe off. "I guess you haven't looked at your phone yet?" He asked. I shook my head. It was unlike me, normally it's the first thing I do when I wake up but... well Sir was in the kitchen and I wanted to see him and be near him. "The first part of your task today is easy. No clothes. I want to be able to see that beautiful body of yours. All the time"

I can't adequately describe how that made me feel. I wanted to drop to my knees and kiss his feet, I wanted to pose for him, I wanted to have wild, feral sex with him on the kitchen floor. I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to. But at that moment, what he wanted me to do was take my breakfast plate and eat.

Of course I've walked around the house naked before, but never because I'd been commanded to. I knew Sir's eyes were on me, so whenever I bent down I'd exaggerate the motion, pushing my ass into the air, whenever I stretched I made sure to emphasise my breasts. Even sitting down I would part my thighs to display my pussy. My incredibly wet pussy. Turns out, I really like showing off for Sir.

Day turned to evening and I went over to close the curtains. As I did so I suddenly had a thought. Could people see in from out there? Had anyone walked past and caught a glimpse of me naked? What if someone was looking right now? I squealed and quickly pulled the curtains shut. Sir was trying not to laugh. As for me, I didn't know whether to be angry, humiliated or... aroused? I'd never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I did start to wonder.

As I got back to Sir on the settee he said "and now for the second part of your task." Then he turned on the TV. I was confused for a couple of seconds then saw he was streaming to it from his phone. "We're going to watch some videos. We'll take it in turns to choose"

Sir already had his first choice lined up and it began playing immediately. It featured a cute blonde actress with her arms tied tightly behind her back. As the camera zoomed out, I saw her legs were bound too, each one bent with her ankles tied to her thighs. Not only that, I saw that she was hanging in mid-air, suspended by the ropes that held her.

A hooded man appeared and gently nudged her, making her spin first one way, then the other. As she spun, I saw ropes also around her breasts and a gag in her mouth. She was held there, unable to move, unable to even speak, completely at the mercy of the hooded man. I tried to imagine how it would feel to be in her place. I found I wasn't entirely against the idea.

She spun again and the camera zoomed in on her pussy, wet and fully exposed and I felt mine pulse in sympathy. I was just thinking I should have brought a towel to sit on when her partner reappeared, something metallic in his hand. As he slid one end into her ass, I realised what it was - an anal hook. He tied more rope to the end, then pulled her head back and attached it to her ponytail. Now she couldn't even move her head without pulling on the hook. I almost felt sorry for her.

The video continued with her being teased and forced to cum over and over, first by her partner's hands, then with a dildo attached to a stick, and finally with a wand. I looked over at Sir and saw he was completely focused on the screen, his cock visibly pressing against his trousers. "Would he like to do that with me?" I wondered. "Could that be why he chose this video?"

It was my turn to pick. I quickly scrolled through and chose a lesbian scene that I knew Sir would like - one of the actresses even had the same hair and body type as me. Sir doesn't talk much about his past, but he loves to hear about my exploits with other women before we met.

I didn't pay too much attention to the video. It was one I'd seen before, and besides I was too busy watching Sir. Every so often his hand would creep towards his cock, then drop back down again. It was clear he wanted to masturbate but was holding back - maybe because he knew I didn't dare to.

The next time his hand fell, I put my own hand in his lap, lightly stroking him through the fabric. The scene I was waiting for started. The Domme walked into shot wearing a strap on and made her partner suck it. I unzipped Sir's trousers and took him in my mouth, copying the video. I glanced up at Sir, and saw his eyes still locked on the screen. I went back to his cock, taking him as deep into my throat as I could.

The scene changed. Now the dominant was using the strap on to fuck her partner's ass. I pulled my head away and looked at Sir, hoping he would get my not-so-subtle hint. Just because my pussy couldn't be trusted to behave, it didn't mean he couldn't fuck me. He didn't take the bait, but having his cock filling my mouth wasn't a bad consolation by any means. I set to it with a will, running my lips up and down his shaft, pressing my tongue against him, sucking on a down stroke, releasing as I moved back up, using all the tricks I knew he liked. As he started to cum he put his hand on my head, pushing me down onto him as I swallowed over and over again.

Before starting the next video, Sir told me "We'll make this the last one tonight" then had me sit in his lap, legs outside his so mine were spread wide, my dripping pussy and swollen clit on full display. He put one arm around my waist holding me tight to him and pressed play.

The video was a compilation of women having orgasms. Every few seconds, another woman, another orgasm. Some were quiet, some practically screamed. Some squirted, some didn't, but they all came while I watched. It was torture. Sweet, delicious torture. My pussy clenched and wept with each orgasm and I felt a continuous wave of unfulfilled pleasure with each clip.

It was over far too quickly. I felt I could have watched and enjoyed for hours, but as I stood up my legs would barely take my weight. Sir steadied me and carried me to bed. "One more day" he said as he got in beside me and gently kissed me goodnight. I lay awake next to him, remembering all those orgasms. Each one different to the next, yet all oh so familiar and something I was forbidden. At least for another 24 hours.