As I sat at my cluttered desk, having just submitted the Donovan project, a subtle vibration from within the depths of my desk drawer pulled my attention. Intrigued, I reached down and retrieved my phone, its screen glowing softly in the dim light. A message from Aaron awaited me, demanding my immediate curiosity. Eagerly, I tapped the screen and let my eyes dart across the words.
“Hello, my little submissive,” it began, the text carrying a teasing undertone. “I’m going to tell you a little story and then give you your task.”
There’s a little housewife feeling neglected. She was feeling horny, but she wasn’t alone in the house and had no privacy in the bedroom to do anything; she couldn’t close the door without raising suspicion. So she thought she’d be okay in a bathroom or the walk-in closet with the door shut if she could keep quiet. She wandered off to the bathroom but decided she’d prefer the closet, so she took a towel with her and went to the master closet, turned the light on, and closed the door, though she couldn’t lock it. She took her clothes off, and standing naked on the towel, she spread her legs and massaged her pussy, opened her labia, and ran her fingers up and down her slit until she was wet. Then she slid a couple of fingers into her and finger-fucked herself; it felt so good she didn’t want to stop, but she did so that she could move on to the last arousal step, to caress her clit. Lubed by her wetness, she swirled around her nub with her fingers until she was turned on enough that she felt ready to cum.
She left her pussy and moved her hands to her breasts to try the theory that nipple play could make a woman cum. She would play with her nipples in various ways, and if it caused her to orgasm, she’d finish things at her pussy. With anticipation of a nice orgasm, she started by caressing her nipples until they were hard, then took them between her fingers and thumbs. She rolled them gently to soothe them, then squeezed them harder to make them hurt a little. She repeated this a few times, soothing, then pinching her nipples while sensing her arousal. It felt good, but she didn’t feel that urge to cum that she was hoping for. Next, she tried squeezing them harder and pulling on them, which pulled on her breasts as well and hurt more, again sensing her arousal. It was all she could do to stay quiet since it was more painful, but she still didn’t get that urge to cum. Last, she pulled on them while rolling her hands to the sides of her breasts to give her leverage on her nipples (as seen in the accompanying photo). She continued pulling until the pain was intense, and as the arousal overcame the pain, it almost made her cum, but despite causing her eyes to tear up as she barely managed to stay quiet, it didn’t make her orgasm.
Since she failed to cum from the self-inflicted nipple torture, she played with her pussy again, using her fingers to further arouse her swollen clit and take her over the edge to her climax. She gasped when her orgasm hit, feeling weak in her legs and moaning at the pleasure she inflicted on herself. She muffled her cries with her free hand and stayed pretty quiet as she came. When she finished, still quaking a little, she wiped off with the towel, got dressed, and left the closet.
Now, here’s your task, MY little submissive. Tonight, while you’re having your dinner party, you’re going to excuse yourself and reenact the story. Once again, you’re to set your phone up and record everything and send me the video.
Master”
My heart pounded like a kick drum as I finished reading Aaron’s text. Heat flooded my cheeks, and a pulsing ache throbbed between my legs. God, he always knew exactly how to ignite me, even from afar.
I glanced at the clock—3:27 PM. The dinner party was set for 7:00. I had invited my colleague Sarah and her husband, plus two other couples from my networking group. Nothing fancy, just a casual Friday evening get-together with good food and wine.
“Yes, Master. I understand,” I typed back, my fingers trembling with anticipation. “Will complete as instructed.”
I set my phone down, trying to focus on finishing my work, but Aaron’s story kept playing in my mind. The image of the desperate housewife in the closet, pleasuring herself while people moved about the house, made my underwear damp with anticipation.
By 5:30, I was home and rushing to prepare for the evening. I had picked up a charcuterie platter and was working on a simple pasta dish when my phone buzzed again.
“Looking forward to your performance tonight. Don’t disappoint me.”
My hands trembled as I chopped vegetables, the anticipation almost unbearable, knowing what I would be doing later while my guests chatted in the dining room.
At 6:55, the doorbell rang. Sarah and her husband David arrived first, followed quickly by the others. I greeted everyone with practiced smiles, taking coats and pouring wine while trying to ignore the heat building between my thighs.
Dinner progressed smoothly. We were halfway through the main course when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I discreetly checked it under the table.
“It’s time. Don’t keep me waiting.”
I swallowed hard, setting my napkin beside my plate. “Excuse me for a moment,” I said with a smile. “Sarah, could you make sure everyone gets more wine?”
“Of course,” Sarah replied, already reaching for the bottle.
I walked casually down the hallway, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal. I slipped into my bedroom, grabbed a hand towel from the en-suite bathroom, and quietly entered my walk-in closet. The space wasn’t large, but it would do. I positioned my phone carefully against a stack of shoe boxes, making sure the camera had a clear view.
I hit record and stepped back, my fingers trembling as I began unbuttoning my blouse. The distant sound of laughter and conversation from the dining room made my skin prickle with both fear and excitement. I stripped quickly, laid my clothes neatly aside, and spread the towel on the floor.
Standing naked in the dim closet light, I felt incredibly vulnerable yet aroused. My nipples were already hard, responding to the cool air and the thrill of what I was doing. I widened my stance on the towel, just as Aaron had described in his story, and let my fingers trail down my stomach.
I closed my eyes briefly, imagining Aaron watching this later. My fingertips reached my pussy, already slick with anticipation. I traced my labia gently, spreading the wetness up and down my slit just as instructed. The feeling was electric. My breath quickened as I slipped two fingers inside myself, pumping slowly at first, then faster as pleasure built. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning—the walls weren’t that thick, and my guests were only down the hall.
I could hear someone laughing loudly in the dining room—probably David telling one of his work stories. The thought of them sitting there, drinking wine and chatting while I stood naked in my closet following Aaron’s instructions sent a fresh wave of wetness between my legs.
Following the script precisely, I reluctantly withdrew my fingers from inside me and moved to my clit. It was swollen and sensitive, and the first touch nearly made me gasp. I circled it with deliberate motions, coating it with my arousal, feeling the tension building. Just as I approached the edge, I forced myself to stop.
Now for the nipple play. I moved my slick fingers to my breasts, cupping their weight and feeling the heaviness in my palms. I traced circles around each areola, watching my nipples harden further under my touch. The contrast between the gentleness of my caresses and what was to come sent a shiver down my spine.
I took each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently at first. The sensation sent jolts straight to my core, making my pussy clench with need. Following Aaron’s instructions perfectly, I began alternating between soothing rolls and harder pinches. Each pinch made me bite my lip harder, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that made my knees weak.
A knock on the bedroom door nearly stopped my heart.
“Nikki? Everything okay in there?” It was Sarah’s voice.
“Fine!” I called out, trying to sound normal. “Just needed to find something. Be right back!”
“Take your time,” Sarah called back. I heard her footsteps retreating.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest. The close call only heightened my arousal, adding a dangerous edge to my task. I continued where I’d left off, squeezing my nipples harder now, pulling them outward until my breasts stretched painfully. The sharp sensation made tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I kept going, knowing Aaron would expect me to follow his instructions exactly.
Just as in the story, I repositioned my hands, rolling them to the sides of my breasts for better leverage. I pulled harder, feeling the intense pain radiate through my chest. My breathing grew ragged as I struggled to stay silent. The mixture of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, bringing me tantalizingly close to orgasm but not quite enough to push me over the edge.
I could hear the clink of silverware and glasses from the dining room as I moved my hands back to my throbbing pussy. My legs were trembling now, both from arousal and the strain of standing quietly in one position. I slid my fingers through my folds, finding myself wetter than before—the nipple pain had clearly intensified my arousal, just as Aaron knew it would.
My clit was swollen and sensitive to the touch. I circled it with deliberate pressure, feeling the tension building rapidly. The forbidden nature of what I was doing—pleasuring myself in my closet while hosting a dinner party—pushed me toward the edge faster than I expected. I pressed my free hand firmly against my mouth as the first waves of orgasm crashed through me.
The intensity of my climax surprised even me. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body as I fought to keep my balance. My legs quivered uncontrollably, and I had to press my hand harder against my mouth to muffle the sounds threatening to escape. For several long moments, I remained frozen in place, riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm while straining to hear if anyone had noticed my absence.
When I could finally trust my legs again, I quickly wiped myself clean with the towel, my hands still trembling. I stopped the recording on my phone and hastily dressed, smoothing my hair and checking my appearance in the small mirror hanging on the closet door. My cheeks were flushed, and my eyes had a telltale glassy look that I hoped my guests would attribute to the wine.
Before leaving the closet, I sent the video to Aaron with a simple message: “Task completed, Master.”
I tucked my phone away, took a deep breath to compose myself, and stepped out of the closet. As I made my way back to the dining room, I could feel the wetness between my thighs and the lingering tenderness in my nipples—secret reminders of what I’d just done.
“There she is!” David called out as I reentered the room. “We were starting to wonder if you’d fallen in.”
“Sorry about that,” I said with a laugh that sounded almost natural. “Had a small wardrobe emergency.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”
“Perfect now,” I replied, sliding back into my seat. I reached for my wine glass, hoping no one would notice how my hand trembled slightly. “Who’s ready for dessert?”
As I served the tiramisu I’d prepared earlier, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I resisted the urge to check it immediately, focusing instead on serving my guests. The knowledge that Aaron had likely received my video sent another flush of heat through my body. I wondered what he thought of my performance, if I’d pleased him.
“This tiramisu is incredible, Nikki,” Sarah’s husband said, breaking into my thoughts.
“Thank you,” I replied, taking a small bite of my own dessert. The rich flavors barely registered as my mind remained fixated on what I’d just done and Aaron’s response waiting on my phone.
The conversation flowed around me, and I made the appropriate responses and laughed at the right moments, but I felt disconnected from it all as if watching myself perform from a distance. My body still hummed with residual pleasure, sensitive in all the places I’d touched at Aaron’s command.
When I finally had a moment alone in the kitchen, collecting empty dessert plates, I quickly checked my phone.
“Good girl. Your obedience pleases me. I could tell how close you were to being discovered. That fear in your eyes when you heard Sarah’s voice… exquisite. We’ll discuss your performance in detail when I see you tomorrow. For now, enjoy the rest of your evening, knowing that I’m watching your video again.”
A shiver ran through me as I tucked my phone away. The thought of Aaron studying my every reaction, every expression of pleasure and pain, made me want to excuse myself again. But I had duties as a hostess to attend to.
“Need any help?” Sarah appeared in the kitchen doorway, startling me.
“I’m fine, just loading the dishwasher,” I replied, hoping she couldn’t read the guilt on my face.
Sarah leaned against the counter and gave me a curious look. “You seem different tonight. Distracted.”
I focused on rinsing a plate, avoiding her eyes. “Just tired from work. The Donovan project was intense.”
“Mmm.” Her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely convinced. “You disappeared for quite a while during dinner.”
My hands stilled under the running water. “Did I? Didn’t seem that long to me.”
Sarah moved closer, lowering her voice. “Your cheeks are flushed, and you’ve been checking your phone all night. Is there something—or someone—you’re not telling me about?”
I forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow even to my ears. “You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?” She raised an eyebrow. “Because you have that same look you had at the conference last month after you got a text from your mysterious friend.” She made air quotes around the word “friend.”
I felt my face grow even warmer. “Sarah, please…”
She held up her hands. “Hey, I’m not judging. I’m just saying, whoever he is, he’s got you glowing.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “And your blouse is buttoned wrong.”
I glanced down in horror to see she was right—I’d misaligned the buttons in my haste to dress. “Oh god,” I muttered, quickly fixing it while turning away from the kitchen doorway.
Sarah laughed softly. “Your secret’s safe with me. Though I have to say, I’m impressed you can maintain any kind of social life with your workload.” She picked up a dish towel and began drying the wine glasses. “David and I barely have energy for each other these days.”
The irony wasn’t lost on me—Sarah thought I had slipped away for a quick call with a lover, not to perform an explicit act of self-pleasure at my Master’s command.
“It’s… complicated,” I admitted, focusing intently on loading the dishwasher.
“The best ones always are,” Sarah said with a knowing smile. “Anyway, David’s getting antsy. We should probably head out soon.”
I nodded, grateful for the change of subject. “Of course. Let me grab your coats.”
The next hour was a blur of goodbyes and promises to do this again soon. I smiled and hugged each guest, all while feeling the phantom touch of my own fingers on my sensitive skin. By the time I closed the door behind the last couple, I was exhausted but still humming with residual arousal.
I leaned against the door, finally alone. My phone vibrated again. Another message from Aaron.
“Call me now.”
My hands trembled as I tapped his number. He answered on the first ring.
“Did they all leave?” His voice was low, controlled.
“Yes, Master.” I moved to the sofa, sinking into the cushions.
“Tell me how it felt to excuse yourself from your guests to pleasure yourself at my command.”
I closed my eyes, remembering the rush of adrenaline. “Terrifying. Exhilarating. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest when Sarah knocked on the bedroom door.”
“And yet you continued.” There was approval in his tone that made my insides warm.
“Yes. I… I wanted to please you.”
“You did.” The simple praise made me glow. “Did you enjoy following the exact sequence I described? Being that desperate housewife?”
I shifted on the sofa, aware of how tender my nipples still felt beneath my blouse. “Yes, Master. Though I was afraid someone would notice I was gone too long.”
“Sarah noticed,” he said, his voice taking on an edge that made me shiver. “She suspects something.”
My breath caught. “She thinks I snuck away to talk to a boyfriend. She doesn’t know…”
“No, she doesn’t know that you were standing naked in your closet, pulling your nipples until you cried, all because I told you to.” His words sent fresh heat pooling between my legs. “Tell me about the pain.”
I swallowed hard. “It was… intense. When I pulled them the way you described, it hurt more than I expected. I almost couldn’t stay quiet.”
“But you did,” Aaron said, his voice deepening with satisfaction. “I could see your face in the video when you were fighting to stay silent. Your eyes were watering.”
“Yes, Master.” My free hand unconsciously moved to my breast, gently touching the still-sensitive nipple through my blouse. “The pain was… different than when you do it. When you hurt me, there’s the connection, your eyes watching me. Doing it to myself was strange.”
“And yet you followed my instructions perfectly.” There was a pause, and I could hear him shifting. “Are you alone now?”
“Yes, completely.”
“Good. Because I want you to do something else for me.”
My pulse quickened. “Anything, Master,” I whispered, already feeling my body respond to his voice.
“Go to your bedroom and strip,” he commanded. “I want you completely naked. Then lie on your bed with your legs spread and wait for further instructions.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied, rising from the sofa on slightly unsteady legs.
I walked through my apartment, turning off lights as I went, leaving only my bedside lamp on. The events of the evening had left me in a state of heightened sensitivity. Every brush of fabric against my skin as I undressed sent shivers through me. I carefully folded my clothes and placed them on the chair, then climbed onto my bed, positioning myself as instructed.
“I’m ready,” I said into the phone, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Put me on speaker,” Aaron directed. “I want your hands free.”
I complied, placing the phone beside me on the pillow.
“Now,” Aaron’s voice filled the room, “tell me how wet you are right now.”
My fingers drifted between my legs, finding the slick heat there. “Very wet, Master. The dinner party… what you made me do… I’ve been aroused all evening.”
“I thought so. I could see it in your eyes in the video—that mixture of fear and excitement. It’s intoxicating.” His voice dropped lower. “Place two fingers inside yourself, slowly.”
I did as he commanded, gasping softly as my fingers slid into my sensitive entrance.
“How does it feel, knowing your guests were just feet away while you performed for me?” Aaron asked, his voice thick with desire.
“Shameful,” I admitted, working my fingers deeper. “Thrilling.”
“That’s my good girl,” Aaron’s voice purred through the speaker. “Now curl your fingers upward. Find that spot inside you that makes you tremble.”
I adjusted my fingers, pressing against my inner wall until I found the ridged area that sent sparks shooting up my spine. A moan escaped my lips, louder now that I was alone.
“I hear you,” he said, approval evident in his tone. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“It’s… intense,” I gasped, my hips rising slightly off the bed as I continued to stroke that sensitive spot. “After everything tonight, I’m so responsive. Like my body’s been waiting for this release.”
“That’s because you’re mine,” Aaron said matter-of-factly. “Your body knows it belongs to me, even when you’re playing hostess and pretending to be in control.”
