When we got home Master put our purchases away while I prepared lunch. Over lunch, he made me run through the entire trip and share all my feelings with him. Master finally told me that he and Robert were standing, chatting behind a clothing rack in La Senza. Apparently there was a mirror on the wall that reflected the changing area. They were both able to observe me fully in the mirror, without even looking like they were doing anything at all. Sneaky! He shared with me what a turn on it was for him to watch me expose his cunt to the boys on the train. I told him how humiliated I felt in the bookstore, asking the clerk for a dirty book recommendation and how small I felt as I made my way through the mall with my nipples clearly visible through my shirt. Master teased me that he thought I liked behaving like a wanton slut but I said only for him. I did admit to having enjoyed myself though overall though, especially the uncertainty of knowing when he was going to call next and what he was going to say. We both agreed it was a good test of my willingness to obey. He admonished me a little bit for enjoying myself when it was supposed to be a punishment but he said that we can’t help what we feel.

It was 3:30PM on Saturday. Master had a new game he wanted to try out so I was granted some more free time. I spent an hour starting this story so that I could get most of it down while the feelings were still fresh and then I logged on the computer to play some more. We had a quick and easy supper as Master wanted to hook up with some of his pals in the live part of his game and so, I was left to entertain myself for the rest of the night.

Just before bedtime, Master led me down the stairs into the basement and sat me down in his computer chair. He had me spread my legs wide, draping them over the arms of the chair. With some old nylon rope, he made quick work of wrapping the tie around my knees so that my legs would be held open. He turned the chair so that I was facing the couch and then went and sat down. “You will play with yourself for 25 minutes, anonymous,” he told me. “You are not to stop and you are not to orgasm. If you feel yourself getting close to orgasm, I expect you to lay off enough until the urge subsides but do not stop rubbing or fingering yourself until I say so. Do you understand?” I replied that I did.

Masturbating for Master is actually something I really enjoy. I love the way he watches me, his eyes closely following my fingers and full of desire. I love to put on a show for him and talk to him about I am imagining his fingers touching me. Master sat down on the couch and simply said, “Begin.” As I slowly lifted the fingers of my right hand to my mouth to moisten them, I was horrified to see Master turn his attention to the TV as he turned it on and started watching a re-run of Friends. Tears welled up in my eyes at this blatant cold shoulder. I realized that this punishment would not be for Master’s watchful eyes at all and I felt humiliated to be sitting there, tied to the chair and fingering myself while being completely ignored. I thought about giving just a half-hearted attempt but I didn’t dare. I knew Master was enough aware of what I was doing that he would know in an instant. I reached down between my legs with my left hand and spread my lips with my index finder and thumb, holding them open to expose my clit. With my right hand, I slowly began to circle around it, occasionally roaming over it as I grew wetter and more turned on. Knowing that Master would not think I had done a proper job of it unless I fingered myself good, I slipped my index finger into my pussy and worked it slowly in and out a few times before adding a second finger. With my fingers probing my inside, I let the heel of my hand rub against my clit as pleasure jolted through me.

I had to slow down to almost a complete stop three times during my 25-minute session. Master didn’t say a word, nor did he turn to watch me even once, though I am sure he did keep a close eye on my out the corner of his eye. I was whimpering and my breath was coming heavily for most of the time I masturbated. I could feel my orgasm building and each time I slowed my ministrations, I wanted to cry out in frustration. I was so close to orgasm and so wet that I could hear my juices squishing against my fingers as the slid in and out of me.

When 25 minutes had expired, Master stood up and came over to stand beside me. He looked down at me and said, “Are you close, kitten?” I nodded quickly, “Yes, Master.” He gently untied my legs and took my hand to pull me forward in the chair. I leaned towards him, squeezing my legs together hoping for some release. “Kneel,” he said and as I slid out of the chair to kneel before him, he unzipped his jeans and took his cock out. It was already hard. I felt a small thrill in knowing that even if he hadn’t been watching me outright, that he will still affected by my masturbation. He stepped towards me, inching one foot in between my knees and then the other one so that I was forced to kneel with my legs spread wide. He thrust himself into me, and fucked my face hard and fast until he came. “It’s time for bed,” he announced and turned away from me as he did up his pants and headed up the stairs. I followed him miserably, and I knew then that he would not allow me to orgasm that night.