B-mail

She sits at her desk
Working away
An e-mail arrives
She opens it
Gasps
Quickly checking if anyone noticed
No one seems to have
She looks again at the e-mail
An image file
The picture shows a room
Round mirror
Lamp shades on either side
Coiled atop each
Rope
The caption was brief
"Face the mirror"

A few minutes later
Another e-mail
This time
The ropes have moved
One tied to a tall-boy
The other to the bedroom door
Atop one lamp
A crop
Atop the other
Her vibrator
The caption reads
"For you"

A sigh escapes her
As she looks around furtively
Another message arrives
She's about to open it
When her phone rings
She answers
It's him
"Shut up"
"Not a sound"
"Don't open that mail until I say"

He tells her how he will bind her
With each knot described
He tells her to open a message
For each message opened
Seems to trigger a new arrival
Close ups of the knots
Her breathing deepens
Face becomes flushed
Aroused
She struggles to appear busy

He describes to her what he will do
First with the crop
Then the vibrator
And how finally
He will be used
Torture with a tongue
Teeth
Hands
Member
His vivid descriptions ignite her

Surprised by his brazen gesture
She trembles
That simple reaction
Taking her over the edge
A subtle
Yet powerful death she suffers

Before hanging up
He says
"Open the last message"
With that
He is gone

Still trembling
She does as told
The final image appears
Him
Rampant at the mirror
And dripping down the mirror
Pearls of wisdom state
"I love you"
With that
She cums again

© 2005, Mosquitobyte (2008 Edition)