The Interview [submissive female(s) needed]

[Dr_O]

I was so sure of what I was going to choose, until he unfairly grazed my asshole.

But- I can always cum another time.....maybe not now.....maybe not tonight, I thought, carefully weighing my options.

"Tell me your name." I said, looking straight into those smoldering sapphires.

He smiled and stood up. "Stop playing with yourself, Jennifer," he commanded.

"My name is Chance," he said, still smiling. "But you may call me 'sir' until I tell you otherwise."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "Keep this with you at all times," he said, handing it to you. "You will hear from me if I choose you."

He smiled and took one more long look at your open cunt and asshole. Then he turned to walk away, but stopped and turned back toward you.

"By the way, do not masturbate until you get back home," he said.

Then he walked to the far door and left the room.

 

[zoelikesjam]

In fact, Amelia had intended on masturbating that very night, right then, right after she checked her email one last time. She rubbed her fingers between her legs, on the outside of her panties, and could feel her wetness. And tingles.

He'll never know I thought.
So I lay my head back and moved my panties to one side
The Tingles grew and grew as I slipped my fingers inside the lace and left them lying on my clit. Slowly I could feel the tingling turn into a deep burning sensation. My thoughts were racing. Initially I wondered how he could have such an effect on me? I've not even met him, nor has he shown any interest in me, so why on earth am I feeling like this? But as the burning sensation became more intense I suddenly realised this was not just thoughts and feelings. This was something else.
My clit, my pussy lips, everywhere seemed to be on fire. I pulled away
and flicked on my bedside lamp. Holding my hand under the light, I noticed something white and chalky clinging to my index finger. I frowned and looked closer, and an alien scent assaulted my nose. Mint. Mint? I thought. What the ...?
I was on fire now, but surprisingly turned on by the feeling. I made my way to the bathroom for some cold soothing water, and once I was in there I had a flash of realisation.
Toothpaste! It was bloody toothpaste left on my fingers. Thats what had caused the feeling. I idly wondered what it would feel like to have a man blow on my burning clit.
This is a punishment, I thought. For not following his directions and trying to pleasure myself. I groaned and threw myself back on my bed sulking. Discipline. I needed someone to discipline me. I needed someone to tell me what to do, and make sure I did it. The thoughts going through my head and feelings in between my legs made me a bad bad girl, I knew that already. My brain ached to be ruled over, and my pussy ached to be punished. But was that the only part of me that wanted punishing? Didn't more of my body want to be owned. The burning on my clit sent the message home how much I wanted this mysterious stranger.

 

[Dr_O]

More confusion.

Sometimes I am thankful for the respite; I am shocked by the depths of my wanton behavior. This recovery time is needed to analyze and digest the events of the other night. I had meant to ease in, one toe at a time, and had ended up diving head first into a whole mess of sexy badness.

And at other moments, I am crawling the walls, begging him silently to call me so that we can meet again. I would show him just how grateful I was for the acknowledgment. I've unleashed an entity within that now stands posed to devour the girl that I once was. He is all that I can think of. I've had to beg off meeting with my real lover for two days now, because the thought of faking it with another man repulses me.

I consider myself and wonder, who is this girl, waiting around obsessively for his call? She is hardly the me that I knew two days ago.

I find that I neither know nor care.

Two nights after the interview, you are home getting ready for bed. As you brush your teeth, you hear an unfamiliar buzz from the other room. Then, with a start, you realize that it must be your "other" cell phone. You rush to grab it from the bedside table. There is one new text message:

"You forgot your panties. Make boyfriend take you to dinner."

 

[Dr_O]

He'll never know I thought.
So I lay my head back and moved my panties to one side
The Tingles grew and grew as I slipped my fingers inside the lace and left them lying on my clit. Slowly I could feel the tingling turn into a deep burning sensation. My thoughts were racing. Initially I wondered how he could have such an effect on me? I've not even met him, nor has he shown any interest in me, so why on earth am I feeling like this? But as the burning sensation became more intense I suddenly realised this was not just thoughts and feelings. This was something else.
My clit, my pussy lips, everywhere seemed to be on fire. I pulled away
and flicked on my bedside lamp. Holding my hand under the light, I noticed something white and chalky clinging to my index finger. I frowned and looked closer, and an alien scent assaulted my nose. Mint. Mint? I thought. What the ...?
I was on fire now, but surprisingly turned on by the feeling. I made my way to the bathroom for some cold soothing water, and once I was in there I had a flash of realisation.
Toothpaste! It was bloody toothpaste left on my fingers. Thats what had caused the feeling. I idly wondered what it would feel like to have a man blow on my burning clit.
This is a punishment, I thought. For not following his directions and trying to pleasure myself. I groaned and threw myself back on my bed sulking. Discipline. I needed someone to discipline me. I needed someone to tell me what to do, and make sure I did it. The thoughts going through my head and feelings in between my legs made me a bad bad girl, I knew that already. My brain ached to be ruled over, and my pussy ached to be punished. But was that the only part of me that wanted punishing? Didn't more of my body want to be owned. The burning on my clit sent the message home how much I wanted this mysterious stranger.

Amelia turned out the light and tried to go to sleep, but it was difficult with the burning sensation still lingering between her legs. She shifted her thighs back and forth and tossed and turned. Finally, much later than she wanted to, she finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Amelia tried to concentrate on her job as she wondered what was in store for her that night.

 

[zoelikesjam]

OOC-Just a quick note before I forget, if anyone finds some of my writing unable to understand I apologise, I am from England so would normally use words such as Knickers instead of panties! If I confuse you just ask! I am trying though x

IC-

Amelia turned out the light and tried to go to sleep, but it was difficult with the burning sensation still lingering between her legs. She shifted her thighs back and forth and tossed and turned. Finally, much later than she wanted to, she finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Amelia tried to concentrate on her job as she wondered what was in store for her that night.

I hid myself away in the office most of the day, my colleague's leaving me alone for a change, and as my work day was close to ending I started to drift off. I could still feel the slight tingle from the Toothpaste. I'd have to remember that for future reference. My thighs clenched together at the thought of someone doing it to me, and my mind wandered as to how and what they would do.
With my mind drifting I tried to concentrate on this evenings Interview. I had managed to switch shifts with a friend, giving me ample time to shop for a new outfit and make myself presentable.
Adam had phoned me this morning and told me he wouldn't be home for several days as work had caught up with him, and therefore wouldn't be visiting me for a while. I was that occupied I couldn't have cared less if he didn't come back at all.

***

The shopping had done the complete opposite to what it normally did.
I generally felt calm and collected after a good few hours battering my credit card, but today I just felt nervous and sick.
This interview was so very important to me. It was my ticket away from the most boring relationship in history.
I stood at the address he had given me, staring at a monstrous building.
I was early, although how early I wasn't sure as I had left my watch at home. It didn't match my outfit.
It was a little bit windier than I'd have liked, and I could feel my red hair flapping about my face like angry fire. I smoothed my smart green shift dress and glanced down, wondering if my breast's should be quiet this exposed. It was far from a slutty outfit, more sexy and smart, but I wasn't sure what sort of form this interview would take.
I felt my pussy involuntarily contract at the thought anything could happen here. I shock my head and told myself not to be so stupid. It said in the Advert, not sexual. Why was I working myself up about this?

 

[Dr_O]

OOC-Just a quick note before I forget, if anyone finds some of my writing unable to understand I apologise, I am from England so would normally use words such as Knickers instead of panties! If I confuse you just ask! I am trying though x

OOC: Zoe, is your character British? If so, then by all means, use knickers and whatever else you fancy.

IC-


I hid myself away in the office most of the day, my colleague's leaving me alone for a change, and as my work day was close to ending I started to drift off. I could still feel the slight tingle from the Toothpaste. I'd have to remember that for future reference. My thighs clenched together at the thought of someone doing it to me, and my mind wandered as to how and what they would do.
With my mind drifting I tried to concentrate on this evenings Interview. I had managed to switch shifts with a friend, giving me ample time to shop for a new outfit and make myself presentable.
Adam had phoned me this morning and told me he wouldn't be home for several days as work had caught up with him, and therefore wouldn't be visiting me for a while. I was that occupied I couldn't have cared less if he didn't come back at all.

***

The shopping had done the complete opposite to what it normally did.
I generally felt calm and collected after a good few hours battering my credit card, but today I just felt nervous and sick.
This interview was so very important to me. It was my ticket away from the most boring relationship in history.
I stood at the address he had given me, staring at a monstrous building.
I was early, although how early I wasn't sure as I had left my watch at home. It didn't match my outfit.
It was a little bit windier than I'd have liked, and I could feel my red hair flapping about my face like angry fire. I smoothed my smart green shift dress and glanced down, wondering if my breast's should be quiet this exposed. It was far from a slutty outfit, more sexy and smart, but I wasn't sure what sort of form this interview would take.
I felt my pussy involuntarily contract at the thought anything could happen here. I shock my head and told myself not to be so stupid. It said in the Advert, not sexual. Why was I working myself up about this?

As soon as the cab turned the corner and drove out of sight, the double doors at the building's entrance swung open and a statuesque 6-foot blonde woman walked through them. She was wearing a flowing ivory dress that matched her pale skin -- in fact -- everything about her was beautifully pale except for her lips and her heels, both of which were an identical shade of fire-engine red.

"Amelie?" she said as she approached. "You can go ahead and go in, the first floor is really just one big room. There are two chairs inside. Have a seat and he will be right with you."

She smiled.

 

[zoelikesjam]

OOC-Ooo thats a good question Doc, Okay she's British, living in the states, as I presume thats where this is set? hows that sound? Thanks for letting me join in, I'm having lots of fun!

As soon as the cab turned the corner and drove out of sight, the double doors at the building's entrance swung open and a statuesque 6-foot blonde woman walked through them. She was wearing a flowing ivory dress that matched her pale skin -- in fact -- everything about her was beautifully pale except for her lips and her heels, both of which were an identical shade of fire-engine red.

"Amelie?" she said as she approached. "You can go ahead and go in, the first floor is really just one big room. There are two chairs inside. Have a seat and he will be right with you."

She smiled.

I gulped as I stared at this women. As I went to speak I realised my mouth was open and I must have resembled a goldfish.

"I...It...Its...Its Amelia, Or Mia" She looked at me like I was crazy. "My name. My...My name..." I shook my head in an effort to clear it "My names Amelia, not Amelie"

The beauty smiled at me, showing off rows of perfect white teeth. I fidgeted self consciously.
"Well" She said "Amelia Or Mia, why don't you go in and take a seat?" I looked from her to the doors, and back again. I didn't want to leave but I could feel a pull towards that big dark building. I swallowed and gave her a weak smile that betrayed my almost calm stance and walked forwards toward the doors.

 

[Dr_O]

I gulped as I stared at this women. As I went to speak I realised my mouth was open and I must have resembled a goldfish.

"I...It...Its...Its Amelia, Or Mia" She looked at me like I was crazy. "My name. My...My name..." I shook my head in an effort to clear it "My names Amelia, not Amelie"

The beauty smiled at me, showing off rows of perfect white teeth. I fidgeted self consciously.
"Well" She said "Amelia Or Mia, why don't you go in and take a seat?" I looked from her to the doors, and back again. I didn't want to leave but I could feel a pull towards that big dark building. I swallowed and gave her a weak smile that betrayed my almost calm stance and walked forwards toward the doors.

There were two wing-backed chairs in the room, facing each other about 15 feet apart, and nothing else. Other than the double doors at the entrance, there was one other, a plain single-hinge door on the far side of the room. The chairs, floor, ceiling and walls were all a deep charcoal gray. The room was brilliantly lit, but the light was warm, not harsh.

After a few minutes, the far door opened and a man walked confidently into the room. He immediately looked directly into your eyes and smiled broadly. He was tall -- perhaps 6'2" -- and lean. It was hard to tell how old he might be -- 35? 45? He had short black hair, graying just a touch at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a crisp white oxford dress shirt and black slacks and shoes. There was a confident, easy grace in his walk. He looked... efficient, is the word that came to mind.

He strode across the room to you, still smiling, and sat down smoothly in the chair opposite you. He never broke eye contact, never lost that easy, confident smile as he settled into his chair.

"Good evening, Mia," he said, still looking directly at you. His voice was a rich, soothing baritone. "Thank you for coming tonight. I will assume from your email that you have never done anything like this before, so I will take it from the top.

"The first thing you need to know is that tonight, you are free to leave whenever you choose. The door behind you is unlocked, and I have a car waiting outside to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go.

"But if you choose to stay, I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. If you hear a question that you do not want to answer, all you have to do is stand up and walk out of this building, and you and I will never see each other again.

"But if you choose to stay, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview, so if at any point you cannot give me that, I want you to stand up and leave.

"Now, before you decide whether we should go any further, you should understand one thing very clearly. This interview is about sex. This is not a date, and you are not my potential girlfriend. If I choose you to be my new submissive, you may very well fall in love with me, and I may fall in love with you. But that would be incidental. The driving force of this interview -- and whatever may result from it -- is pure animal sexuality and lust, and there will be no way for either of us to pretend otherwise.

"If that is not what you thought this interview would be, then you are welcome to go now. But if you understand clearly why we are here and would still like to go forward, then we can begin the interview.

"What do you say?"

 

[zoelikesjam]

There were two wing-backed chairs in the room, facing each other about 15 feet apart, and nothing else. Other than the double doors at the entrance, there was one other, a plain single-hinge door on the far side of the room. The chairs, floor, ceiling and walls were all a deep charcoal gray. The room was brilliantly lit, but the light was warm, not harsh.

After a few minutes, the far door opened and a man walked confidently into the room. He immediately looked directly into your eyes and smiled broadly. He was tall -- perhaps 6'2" -- and lean. It was hard to tell how old he might be -- 35? 45? He had short black hair, graying just a touch at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a crisp white oxford dress shirt and black slacks and shoes. There was a confident, easy grace in his walk. He looked... efficient, is the word that came to mind.

He strode across the room to you, still smiling, and sat down smoothly in the chair opposite you. He never broke eye contact, never lost that easy, confident smile as he settled into his chair.

"Good evening, Mia," he said, still looking directly at you. His voice was a rich, soothing baritone. "Thank you for coming tonight. I will assume from your email that you have never done anything like this before, so I will take it from the top.

"The first thing you need to know is that tonight, you are free to leave whenever you choose. The door behind you is unlocked, and I have a car waiting outside to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go.

"But if you choose to stay, I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. If you hear a question that you do not want to answer, all you have to do is stand up and walk out of this building, and you and I will never see each other again.

"But if you choose to stay, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview, so if at any point you cannot give me that, I want you to stand up and leave.

"Now, before you decide whether we should go any further, you should understand one thing very clearly. This interview is about sex. This is not a date, and you are not my potential girlfriend. If I choose you to be my new submissive, you may very well fall in love with me, and I may fall in love with you. But that would be incidental. The driving force of this interview -- and whatever may result from it -- is pure animal sexuality and lust, and there will be no way for either of us to pretend otherwise.

"If that is not what you thought this interview would be, then you are welcome to go now. But if you understand clearly why we are here and would still like to go forward, then we can begin the interview.

"What do you say?"

As I looked around the room I must have resembled a scared animal trapped in the corner. He looked at me and his blue eyes pierced though me. I shook my head again trying to grasp any clear thoughts.
I opened my mouth to speak and promptly closed it again, blushing a deep red as wanton thoughts raced into my mind, and rushed out just as quickly.

"I say bring it on" I said as boldly as I could. "Your right, I've never done this before. But I've thought about things alot, and I will answer you with clarity and honestly' As much as I can, I thought.

 

[Dr_O]

As I looked around the room I must have resembled a scared animal trapped in the corner. He looked at me and his blue eyes pierced though me. I shook my head again trying to grasp any clear thoughts.
I opened my mouth to speak and promptly closed it again, blushing a deep red as wanton thoughts raced into my mind, and rushed out just as quickly.

"I say bring it on" I said as boldly as I could. "Your right, I've never done this before. But I've thought about things alot, and I will answer you with clarity and honestly' As much as I can, I thought.

His smile was one of pleasant surprise.

"My dear, are you British?" he said. "Mm... I like that. I have never had an English submissive before. I love hearing a woman talk dirty and it is even sexier when she says all those filthy words with a proper British accent.

"Tell me, Mia, what is the nastiest, filthiest expression that a British woman might use when she means to say, 'I love to perform fellatio?' Let me hear you say it."

He looked steadily into your eyes.

 

[zoelikesjam]

His smile was one of pleasant surprise.

"My dear, are you British?" he said. "Mm... I like that. I have never had an English submissive before. I love hearing a woman talk dirty and it is even sexier when she says all those filthy words with a proper British accent.

"Tell me, Mia, what is the nastiest, filthiest expression that a British woman might use when she means to say, 'I love to perform fellatio?' Let me hear you say it."

He looked steadily into your eyes.

I felt my skin burn as a deep red blush flashed across my skin. My mind run through several options, and I was unsure whether I'd heard them in the USA or back home. One thing I did know was how I was asked the first time I'd ever sucked someone's cock. I felt tingles flush across my skin as I opened my mouth to speak

'I know a few filthy ways to say it. I love to suck cock. I'd love to blow you off. I love to suck your balls'

The tingles flashed across my skin, and between my legs and I could feel myself blushing further as the words left my mouth

 

[Dr_O]

I felt my skin burn as a deep red blush flashed across my skin. My mind run through several options, and I was unsure whether I'd heard them in the USA or back home. One thing I did know was how I was asked the first time I'd ever sucked someone's cock. I felt tingles flush across my skin as I opened my mouth to speak

'I know a few filthy ways to say it. I love to suck cock. I'd love to blow you off. I love to suck your balls'

The tingles flashed across my skin, and between my legs and I could feel myself blushing further as the words left my mouth

He smiled even wider. "Very good. Very sexy indeed. I love that sexy accent and I love the fact that you said 'cock' and 'balls' right away. If I choose you, you will have to talk like a filthy slut quite a bit.

"Now, let's start the interview proper. My first question is simple: Did you masturbate after you received my email?"

 

[zoelikesjam]

OOC-Fighting to stay awake here but so desperate to see what happens in the interview...so you're stuck with me for now!

IC

He smiled even wider. "Very good. Very sexy indeed. I love that sexy accent and I love the fact that you said 'cock' and 'balls' right away. If I choose you, you will have to talk like a filthy slut quite a bit.

"Now, let's start the interview proper. My first question is simple: Did you masturbate after you received my email?"

Flames shot across my face.

"Did I masturbate last night? I, Umm, I. No, no I didn't. I wanted to, but I didn't"

This was mortifying! I could feel myself turning into a human tomato. I wasn't the best at keeping my blushes to myself in normal circumstances, but this was so difficult. Adam always loved it when I blushed, he said my cheeks flamed bright red which contrasted with my pale ivory skin, and looked stunning against a back drop of curly red hair.
I could feel myself getting slightly turned on at the thought of last night. And now he wanted me to tell him. He said the truth. Could I give him that?

"I...I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to desperately. I was going to, but when I tried..." I clammed up. I couldn't bring myself to say it. "When I tried I couldn't. I felt like you'd punish me if I did"

 

[Dr_O]

OOC-Fighting to stay awake here but so desperate to see what happens in the interview...so you're stuck with me for now!

IC


Flames shot across my face.

"Did I masturbate last night? I, Umm, I. No, no I didn't. I wanted to, but I didn't"

This was mortifying! I could feel myself turning into a human tomato. I wasn't the best at keeping my blushes to myself in normal circumstances, but this was so difficult. Adam always loved it when I blushed, he said my cheeks flamed bright red which contrasted with my pale ivory skin, and looked stunning against a back drop of curly red hair.
I could feel myself getting slightly turned on at the thought of last night. And now he wanted me to tell him. He said the truth. Could I give him that?

"I...I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to desperately. I was going to, but when I tried..." I clammed up. I couldn't bring myself to say it. "When I tried I couldn't. I felt like you'd punish me if I did"

He was still smiling, studying her.

"I like you," he said. "A blushing Brit who is frightfully embarrassed but obeys my commands anyway. That is an excellent attitude for a sub. You are doing well.

"But tell me, my dear, what do you mean, you 'tried' to masturbate, but you couldn't? What exactly did you do? And please, keep talking dirty for me. Use the nastiest words and expressions you can think of."

 

[zoelikesjam]

He was still smiling, studying her.

"I like you," he said. "A blushing Brit who is frightfully embarrassed but obeys my commands anyway. That is an excellent attitude for a sub. You are doing well.

"But tell me, my dear, what do you mean, you 'tried' to masturbate, but you couldn't? What exactly did you do? And please, keep talking dirty for me. Use the nastiest words and expressions you can think of."

His smile sent jolts through my pussy, it was a nice smile but naughty, he knew the game he was playing. And when he said 'My Dear' I felt tingles shoot through me.
And he liked me! I closed my eyes briefly and wondered what it would be ilke to be kissed by him. To be fucked by him. To be touched.
I grinned at him, trying to hide my sheer embarrassment

"I feel like I should obey you. I feel like I need to be told how to behave"
I sighed, my face colouring slightly again. Knowing I couldn't get out of the question without walking out, and walking away from this amazing man.

"I was going to masturbate. I thought you wouldn't know" I cringed as I admitted to these things, and even more so knowing what I was about to say. "I, I started to wank myself off, I touched myself and I started tingling. I thought it was thinking about you, thinking about tonight that was doing those things to my body. But I started burning, and realised something wasn't right. I'd just brushed my teeth and hadn't washed the paste off my hands properly. There was toothpaste over my fingers and when I touched myself the mint made my clit tingle and burn. I've never felt anything that turned me on like that before. It was amazing. My pussy was on fire and I had to go and sponge myself down before I could sleep. It felt good, but I had to stop. You told me to. I had a lapse and did start to finger myself but the pain was too shocking, sudden and intense. I wasn't expecting it and it frightened and turned me on so much."

I took a deep breath and looked down at the floor. I couldn't meet his eyes, but couldn't help glancing up from below my eyelashes. I could feel his eyes on me but I daren't look. I wanted to bite my tongue, take back what had just spilled out of my mouth.

 

[Dr_O]

His smile sent jolts through my pussy, it was a nice smile but naughty, he knew the game he was playing. And when he said 'My Dear' I felt tingles shoot through me.
And he liked me! I closed my eyes briefly and wondered what it would be ilke to be kissed by him. To be fucked by him. To be touched.
I grinned at him, trying to hide my sheer embarrassment

"I feel like I should obey you. I feel like I need to be told how to behave"
I sighed, my face colouring slightly again. Knowing I couldn't get out of the question without walking out, and walking away from this amazing man.

"I was going to masturbate. I thought you wouldn't know" I cringed as I admitted to these things, and even more so knowing what I was about to say. "I, I started to wank myself off, I touched myself and I started tingling. I thought it was thinking about you, thinking about tonight that was doing those things to my body. But I started burning, and realised something wasn't right. I'd just brushed my teeth and hadn't washed the paste off my hands properly. There was toothpaste over my fingers and when I touched myself the mint made my clit tingle and burn. I've never felt anything that turned me on like that before. It was amazing. My pussy was on fire and I had to go and sponge myself down before I could sleep. It felt good, but I had to stop. You told me to. I had a lapse and did start to finger myself but the pain was too shocking, sudden and intense. I wasn't expecting it and it frightened and turned me on so much."

I took a deep breath and looked down at the floor. I couldn't meet his eyes, but couldn't help glancing up from below my eyelashes. I could feel his eyes on me but I daren't look. I wanted to bite my tongue, take back what had just spilled out of my mouth.

The man sat back in his chair and laughed out loud. His laughter boomed against the walls.

"Toothpaste on your pussy!" he exclaimed, still laughing. "Hilarious. That's a new one, even for me. I guess it would burn quite a bit, wouldn't it?" He laughed again.

"It reminds me of that old legend about the wicked woman with teeth in her vagina who seduces innocent young men and then bites off their penises. You're not the wicked woman with teeth in her vagina, are you?" He grinned at you.

He paused, thinking a moment. "So... you read my instructions not to masturbate, but you started to play with yourself anyway... but then you stopped when the toothpaste burned your pussy. So you didn't actually make yourself cum, but it was the toothpaste that stopped you, not my command. Hmm."

He looked at her. "Because you didn't cum, I don't think you deserve the full punishment. But because you tried to masturbate, I think you deserve partial punishment.

"So I want you to spread your legs and put your knees over your chair's arm rests. Then pull your panties... I'm sorry, your knickers to one side so I can see your cunt." He smiled again. "Then spread your pussy lips apart so I can make sure you don't have any teeth."

He waited.

 

[zoelikesjam]

The man sat back in his chair and laughed out loud. His laughter boomed against the walls.

"Toothpaste on your pussy!" he exclaimed, still laughing. "Hilarious. That's a new one, even for me. I guess it would burn quite a bit, wouldn't it?" He laughed again.

"It reminds me of that old legend about the wicked woman with teeth in her vagina who seduces innocent young men and then bites off their penises. You're not the wicked woman with teeth in her vagina, are you?" He grinned at you.

He paused, thinking a moment. "So... you read my instructions not to masturbate, but you started to play with yourself anyway... but then you stopped when the toothpaste burned your pussy. So you didn't actually make yourself cum, but it was the toothpaste that stopped you, not my command. Hmm."

He looked at her. "Because you didn't cum, I don't think you deserve the full punishment. But because you tried to masturbate, I think you deserve partial punishment.

"So I want you to spread your legs and put your knees over your chair's arm rests. Then pull your panties... I'm sorry, your knickers to one side so I can see your cunt." He smiled again. "Then spread your pussy lips apart so I can make sure you don't have any teeth."

He waited.

My mouth popped open into a little 'O' shape. I flushed the most amazing red and could feel the colour rush across my chest and my nipples hardened. I glanced down and could have passed out, my nipples stuck out proudly through the sheer material of my green dress, and somehow that made things worse. That would show him I was enjoying his games.

"No! I, no I mean..." I shook my head "I didn't stop because it hurt, or because of the toothpaste! I felt guilty. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, and the tingling felt like a punishment from you for disobeying"

I had to make him understand. But how could I? He thought I had gone against his wishes, and even with my limited knowledge I knew that deserved a punishment. I fidgeted before I forced myself to spread my legs open slowly, noting just how difficult I was finding his instructions. Something pulled me though, like an invisible bond tied to him, making me susceptible to all his wants. I felt compelled. I lifted my left leg, swinging it over the arm of the chair, and with a small sigh of embarrassment did the same with my right leg.
I closed my eyes and moved my hand down, resting my fingers on the inside of my thigh. I peeked out from behind my lashes and noticed his eyes hadn't moved from mine. I could feel my breath speeding up again and fought to keep it under control, and to stop myself jumping up and running as fast as my legs would carry me. I took a deep breath and pulled the white lace of my knickers to one side. I was completely open, for his eyes only. As I pulled the lace across I heard a small gasp escape from his lips.

"Your shaved"

It was a statement, not a question. I nodded shyly

"I like the feel of my pussy without hair"

 

[Dr_O]

My mouth popped open into a little 'O' shape. I flushed the most amazing red and could feel the colour rush across my chest and my nipples hardened. I glanced down and could have passed out, my nipples stuck out proudly through the sheer material of my green dress, and somehow that made things worse. That would show him I was enjoying his games.

"No! I, no I mean..." I shook my head "I didn't stop because it hurt, or because of the toothpaste! I felt guilty. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, and the tingling felt like a punishment from you for disobeying"

I had to make him understand. But how could I? He thought I had gone against his wishes, and even with my limited knowledge I knew that deserved a punishment. I fidgeted before I forced myself to spread my legs open slowly, noting just how difficult I was finding his instructions. Something pulled me though, like an invisible bond tied to him, making me susceptible to all his wants. I felt compelled. I lifted my left leg, swinging it over the arm of the chair, and with a small sigh of embarrassment did the same with my right leg.
I closed my eyes and moved my hand down, resting my fingers on the inside of my thigh. I peeked out from behind my lashes and noticed his eyes hadn't moved from mine. I could feel my breath speeding up again and fought to keep it under control, and to stop myself jumping up and running as fast as my legs would carry me. I took a deep breath and pulled the white lace of my knickers to one side. I was completely open, for his eyes only. As I pulled the lace across I heard a small gasp escape from his lips.

"Your shaved"

It was a statement, not a question. I nodded shyly

"I like the feel of my pussy without hair"

He stared at your cunt, unblinking, unwavering. He took his time, letting his eyes linger on your pussy. Then he looked up at you.

"You're forgetting something. Following instructions is crucial. Now pull your lips apart. Spread your cunt open wide for me."

 

[zoelikesjam]

He stared at your cunt, unblinking, unwavering. He took his time, letting his eyes linger on your pussy. Then he looked up at you.

"You're forgetting something. Following instructions is crucial. Now pull your lips apart. Spread your cunt open wide for me."

I started shaking slightly, I could feel my body quivering.

"I'm sorry Sir. I'm really sorry I forgot. I'm so nervous" My words were tripping as they were spoke making my accent even thicker.
I could feel my hands shaking. Holding my knickers to one side, I slid the fingers of my other hand either side of my clit and a small groan escaped from my mouth. I clamped my mouth shut and scissoring my fingers to reveal my most inner parts to him. I closed my eyes again and waited for embarrassment to wash over me again...

 

[Dr_O]

I started shaking slightly, I could feel my body quivering.

"I'm sorry Sir. I'm really sorry I forgot. I'm so nervous" My words were tripping as they were spoke making my accent even thicker.
I could feel my hands shaking. Holding my knickers to one side, I slid the fingers of my other hand either side of my clit and a small groan escaped from my mouth. I clamped my mouth shut and scissoring my fingers to reveal my most inner parts to him. I closed my eyes again and waited for embarrassment to wash over me again...

"Open your eyes, my dear," he said. "You are welcome to leave, but while you are here, do not try to pretend you are somewhere else. You are really here and you really have your wet little cunt spread wide open for me. For a man you just met ten minutes ago.

"How does it feel, showing me your pretty little pussy? I can see every inch of your cunt right now. You don't even know my fucking name, but you already want to be my little fuck toy, don't you? You're wondering if I'm going to walk over there and shove my hard dick in that tight little cunt, aren't you?

"Tell me if I'm wrong."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Two nights after the interview, you are home getting ready for bed. As you brush your teeth, you hear an unfamiliar buzz from the other room. Then, with a start, you realize that it must be your "other" cell phone. You rush to grab it from the bedside table. There is one new text message:

"You forgot your panties. Make boyfriend take you to dinner."

Oh.

And I know instantly what I need to do. None of this is fair to Michael. It doesn't matter what ends up happening with my mysterious interviewer. I hope that he'll allow me to serve him, but whatever the outcome, I am still going to leave my boyfriend. 2 nights ago I had another man's fingers in my asshole. Michael doesn't deserve this, I refuse to cuckold him.

Maybe this is what The Interviewer wants, to know that he can finger me while my devoted sits at home? I don't know, but I won't sacrifice Michael's feelings just to fulfill my perversion.

I feel guilty, of course, but going through this process has proven to me that the two of us don't belong together. He's a wonderful person, and I wish him the best.

I use my speed dial and get Michael on the phone.

"We need to talk. Can you meet me for dinner?"

 

[zoelikesjam]

"Open your eyes, my dear," he said. "You are welcome to leave, but while you are here, do not try to pretend you are somewhere else. You are really here and you really have your wet little cunt spread wide open for me. For a man you just met ten minutes ago.

"How does it feel, showing me your pretty little pussy? I can see every inch of your cunt right now. You don't even know my fucking name, but you already want to be my little fuck toy, don't you? You're wondering if I'm going to walk over there and shove my hard dick in that tight little cunt, aren't you?

"Tell me if I'm wrong."

I open my eyes wide and he's inches from my face. I can feel his breath, and have no doubt that he can hear and feel mine coming out in short sharp gasp's.

"I wasn't pretending, I was just..." I shrugged slightly "I'm just nervous..."

"How does it feel" You demand in a whisper

I stare into his piercing eyes "It feels amazing. I'm tingling all over, my pussy feels like its going to explode" I close my eyes momentarily "Your not wrong" I whisper "Every word you uttered is true. I want you to want me, I want you to use me"

 

[Dr_O]

Oh.

And I know instantly what I need to do. None of this is fair to Michael. It doesn't matter what ends up happening with my mysterious interviewer. I hope that he'll allow me to serve him, but whatever the outcome, I am still going to leave my boyfriend. 2 nights ago I had another man's fingers in my asshole. Michael doesn't deserve this, I refuse to cuckold him.

Maybe this is what The Interviewer wants, to know that he can finger me while my devoted sits at home? I don't know, but I won't sacrifice Michael's feelings just to fulfill my perversion.

I feel guilty, of course, but going through this process has proven to me that the two of us don't belong together. He's a wonderful person, and I wish him the best.

I use my speed dial and get Michael on the phone.

"We need to talk. Can you meet me for dinner?"

After Michael agrees on the time and place, you type a reply text message to the interviewer:

"Dinner with BF tonight @ 7pm"

You hit SEND, but to your surprise, the phone buzzes instantly in your hand. You have a new text message:

"MESSAGE FAILURE -- Phone Number Not In Service."

 

[Dr_O]

I open my eyes wide and he's inches from my face. I can feel his breath, and have no doubt that he can hear and feel mine coming out in short sharp gasp's.

"I wasn't pretending, I was just..." I shrugged slightly "I'm just nervous..."

"How does it feel" You demand in a whisper

I stare into his piercing eyes "It feels amazing. I'm tingling all over, my pussy feels like its going to explode" I close my eyes momentarily "Your not wrong" I whisper "Every word you uttered is true. I want you to want me, I want you to use me"

You look down and he is staring intently at your open cunt. "I believe you, my dear. You really are excited, aren't you? I can see your pussy clenching and releasing right now. Hm."

He stands up and walks back over to sit in his chair. "All right, your partial punishment is over, which means that you can cover up your cunt and close your legs if you want to. Of course, you can also stay like that, spread open for me for the rest of the interview, if you like. But if you want to do that, go ahead and take those knickers off so you don't have to keep holding them to the side. But that is optional.

"But now we come to my next interview question, which is not optional. What I want to know now is, when you do play with yourself, how do you do it? I want to know the physical details of how you masturbate. And I want to know what you think about when you do it. What images and fantasies flash through your mind as you wank yourself, as you call it? What excites you the most and sends you over the edge? What are you thinking about when you start to cum?

"Tell me everything and remember that complete honesty is crucial."

 

[zoelikesjam]

You look down and he is staring intently at your open cunt. "I believe you, my dear. You really are excited, aren't you? I can see your pussy clenching and releasing right now. Hm."

He stands up and walks back over to sit in his chair. "All right, your partial punishment is over, which means that you can cover up your cunt and close your legs if you want to. Of course, you can also stay like that, spread open for me for the rest of the interview, if you like. But if you want to do that, go ahead and take those knickers off so you don't have to keep holding them to the side. But that is optional.

"But now we come to my next interview question, which is not optional. What I want to know now is, when you do play with yourself, how do you do it? I want to know the physical details of how you masturbate. And I want to know what you think about when you do it. What images and fantasies flash through your mind as you wank yourself, as you call it? What excites you the most and sends you over the edge? What are you thinking about when you start to cum?

"Tell me everything and remember that complete honesty is crucial."

He's got me and he knows he has. How does he know what makes me blush the most?
If I'm going to tell him everything then it seems pointless to cover myself up. I could show him instead of tell him with regards to his question, but just the thought leaves me red. I stand slowly and pull the lace down my legs, kicking them off my feet and over my shoes. I pick up my lingerie and stuff it into my bag. Compromise I think, when I see his eyebrows are raised.
I lift my legs up and tuck them underneath me, giving him a perfect eyeful but making me feel less imposed.

"I push my fingers either side of my clit and pinch gently Sir, and start by making small circles. Sometime I use a vibrating bullet instead of my fingers. I roll it around and all over my Clit. When I'm fingering myself I think of anything that turns me on. Being tied up, being forced, being dominated, hacing my pussy fucked so hard I scream, and having my arse fucked even harder so I scream louder. Just as I'm about to cum I normally imagine myself tied up, with some stranger licking my Clit and other places. I think about someone fucking me in the ass and that usually sends me over the edge"