What do you do when you've hit a wall in your relationship but you want things to work out very badly? Naked City's latest contributor "China Boy" decided a little honesty was all he and his lady friend needed in order to keep moving forward. Luckily for you, reader, this honesty lead to a hot BDSM scene which might titillate you very much to read about. He also wants me to be sure to tell you that he was still hard when he wrote this yesterday afternoon. China Boy's lady gets her groove back, after the jump.
After years of trying to make fidelity and traditional love work with the love of my life, I finally gave up. I left. I moved back home and started making plans to move to China to teach English. Somewhere along the way, however, I realized something. It wasn't the hang-ups that existed between us that had caused the problems, it was the hang-ups imposed by our mutual lying. We both pretended to be normal. We aren't.
Less than a week ago, in a talk about reconciling, she finally came clean about everything that had happened. It changed everything for me. I realized that I didn't care at all about the rules we had imposed, I cared that she was honest. That she was mine. After the honesty about our last five years came the honesty about sex, and while we both admit that it's the best sex we've ever had, there was an element of dishonesty in it. She admitted that she was a sub, much more so than she had ever told me. As she started talking about all the things she wanted me to do to her, I got so hard I couldn't stand it. I told her that night we were going to "talk" some more about all of this.
But my ex doesn't have a car and hates her roommates, so she ended up being out all weekend because she left and couldn't get a ride back. I told her she'd have to be punished. While she was at a friends house, I told her she'd have to go into the bathroom, right next to him and his parents talking in the kitchen, take off all of her clothes and masturbate until she came at least twice. All I wanted was a picture at the end to prove she had done it. This was about control, not porn.
She agreed that she needed to be punished and went to the bathroom and ...her phone died. I was furious. It couldn't be helped, but it bothered me nonetheless. So the stakes went up even more. The next day, today, she went to work and told her I'd made a video of myself exactly like she had asked for earlier in the week. But, I told her, she'd been very bad and couldn't have it until after her punishment.
"What can I do?" she asked.
"Well, the video is amazing. I don't know. It would have to be pretty good. I teased myself for three days so there would be cum everywhere. And there was. I don't know, I think you've been too bad. I'm going to delete it."
"Well, what were you supposed to do yesterday?" I asked.
"Sneak off into the bathroom and touch myself?"
"But where did you have to do it?"
"At [redacted's] house."
"Right. And you're not there anymore. That was a condition. Now there has to be a new one to replace it. First of all, go to the bathroom at work, take off all your clothes and take some pictures for now. We'll talk about what you have to do when you get home later. "
"What kind of picture?"
"It's a lot like picking out a switch to get spanked. I can't tell you, but if it's not good enough, I'll send you back."
I didn't hear anything for a few minutes. Then the first picture came in. She works at a doctor's office. It's a very professional environment. She went into the small bathroom in her department and took off all of her clothes. She looked so amazing with her pale skin and natural tits and had the most evil smile. The smile basically said, "I'm your slut, what do you want me to do?" but before I could even say anything, the other pictures started coming in. She was totally naked, at work, in a stall, masturbating. One after another they rolled in and I lost control.
"More," I said. "Show me your pussy."
And she did.
"Make a quick video. Now."
And she did.
At this point I'm rock hard and about to pass out but I know what's coming tonight. Distance doesn't have to be so bad if you work to make up for it. I knew I'd be making her a new video and I wanted to deny myself an orgasm. So I just watched the pictures roll in. I knew one thing, though, I wanted her to cum, violently, at work and spend the rest of the day thinking about my thick cock in between her legs. So, I sent her the video, which she didn't expect.
I sent her a few more messages but she didn't respond. I knew she'd been in that locked bathroom for a while, stark naked and pressed up against the wall with her fingers deep inside her. I assumed it had probably been too long. She must have gone back to work.
I was wrong.
"Sorry," the text read. "I wanted to cum to your video."
"OMG, very much so."
"You're filthy. You did that at work?"
"I had to clean up before I could even go back out there. And not only did I strip naked and fuck myself at work, I did it in the bathroom that shares a wall with my department."
"And what are you thinking about now?"
"You inside of me while I ride out my orgasm. But you can't move. I'm way too sensitive right now. I won't be able to take it."
"I want you to spend the rest of the day thinking about me inside of you."
"Way ahead of you."
"And when you get home, you have to reciprocate. Only I want to hear how filthy you are in the video. Tell me what you want me to do. I want to see everything, and I want to hear you cum."
"Well," she said. "I have some ideas for your next video, too..."
To be continued...