The Window
Okay, so this story is what happened to me late last night on November 10th. I was chatting with everyone, as I normally would, when I got a message from someone new. As usual, I've made my greeting, told my fantasies like I do sometimes and describe my submissive nature upfront with no idea on how things would turn out the way it did. Then all of a sudden, I'm being demanded of referring to the acting dom as my master and elaborate on my fantasies, specifically the humiliation. Curiously, I think to myself, "well okay, this might be a first, but sure, I'll play along." And so I did. Later on, it felt like I was being sexually psychoanalyzed by Sigmund Freud. We talked about my anal parents and my secrecy of letting loose some sexual frustration. I was at home finishing my ice cream and I'm on my phone with a stranger that's really into their role as dom. The last bit of what I would call "my escape route" would be when I read: "if you want to be dominated right now, say yes." I've made a verbal contract of being a sex slave. Every now and then, I would forget to refer to them as master, but it was fine. I learn as I go on. My first task was to immediately remove my clothing bit by bit. Conveniently, I wasn't wearing much, so it was quick. Once that was done, I stood there awkwardly and completely naked. No one was in my home, so there was no one to impress or seduce. It was a cold night, so I immediately rushed to my bed and blanket. Soon after, I was demanded to masturbate while describing my sensation. I'm not one to be dexterous, so I did the next best thing: undulate on my pillow with both hands on the phone. A bit of back and forth until once again, my task is to shout, "I am master's slave, I obey." Now understand, it's 1:20 in the AM and my neighbors live really close to me. I wasn't allowed to negotiate. I worked up the courage after a few minutes and at approximately 60 percent of my volume, I somewhat shouted the line, gradually louder for several more times. It's really embarrassing, but I love it. I'm a good slave. I thought as I continue to rub my pussy on my pillow. I received compliments on my obedience and that made me feel light and happy. Is this how submissive people feel during BDSM? As I was thinking this, my master commanded me to stop masturbating and be on all fours and bark really loud. I've made excuses, but was shut down. I have to do it. But what will the neighbors think? And yet it doesn't matter. I have to do it. I looked over towards my window and to my surprise, the light was still on at my neighbor's. My heart is pumping even faster now. I guess they came home a bit late. I have cats, not dogs. My neighbor knew that. I placed both hands on my bed, lifted up my ass and barked. My master would put ideas in my head. Like how I want to be a slave. That is my wish. I'm told to bark again and again I barked, but not as loudly as before. A silhouette came into my vision. My neighbor! He took a peek through his window! Fuck! I ducked and hid near the side of my bed, away from the window. I proceed to bark again. I questioned on whether I should be near the open window again. I felt my pussy and never have I been this wet before. I'm told to stand, so I cautiously stand. No one's near the window. I sauntered towards my window. Again the neighbor appears and again I ducked. My legs are shaking. The heart pumps with a sound that echos through my entire body. My hands are jittery and I can barely text. I could easily dress myself again, but some incredible force prevented me. It denied me of the safety of clothes. It was lust. It was my desire to seek embarrassment. My fetish. My next line is, I am a slave. I am pathetic. I am a slave. I belong to my master. I doubt myself and my ability to utter those lines. I want to masturbate, but was denied. Instead, I was told to get ice cream on my nipples. I ran to the kitchen and reopen my sweets. I dab a bit on each and the cold was magnificent! [strawberry vanilla if you even care]. I returned to my bedroom and my body shivers, not from the cold, but from what lies ahead. Now I'm at the window. I'm so naked. I feel so naughty and horny. And my neighbor look towards me with shock and intrigue. Our eyes met and I can see the lustful thoughts on his mind. He sees the ice cream on my breasts. He knows how odd I am and what I do when I'm alone. I felt like I wanted to cry. I'm told to say that I'm a horny slave who wants to be embarrassed and humiliated. ….nothing. Nothing can be uttered from my mouth. He's scanning my body. I feel lightheaded. I want to . After what finally felt like an eternity, I shouted the words. He's heard everything! He's laughing. Laughing at my embarrassing state. I feel so vulnerable and I'm crushed by the booming sounds. And with that laughter, I came. I didn't even touch myself. It felt amazing! My neighbor notices my nether regions, then dropped his boxers and fondles himself. I dropped the phone and watched on my own. He leaves for a bit then returns with a phone. He gestures for a picture and I motioned no. I backed up towards my bed, facing him. He threw his phone to his right and continues to stroke his cock. I spread my legs and rubbed my clit and fingered myself. We watch each other cum and smiled. I've known him for years and I masturbate near my window for years, trying to subtly catch his gaze. And now I have in the most obvious and revealing way. As I'm typing this, I can see him across the window, anticipating for another round of fun tonight. Request denied! Why? Because I'm a tease. Haha To the person who made me do all of this, I thank you a million times. And I thank everyone who took the time to read this long ass, crappy writing. Now i'm gonna go masturbate, on my own this time.