I come in from work and the whole house is in darkness. Every blind and curtain is closed. In the living room, a lamp glows, casting its weak light on a small cardboard box beside it. The box glitters in the soft light, maybe it has some gold or metallic pattern on it.
I walk slowly towards it and on the top is a single post-it note in your handwriting with the words, "Open Me," written on it.

I open the box on the inside is a blue eye mask and another note that just reads, "Wear me." I feel very excited, knowing this must be one of your little games and that I'm going to enjoy where you lead me. I drop my bag and my keys, put the eye mask on and the room goes completely dark.

In the dark, a strong commanding seductive voice purrs, "Good girl, now I am going to have you do some things for me and you are going to follow where I lead you. I promise you have never done anything like this before and you are going to have a wonderful time."

I love the way your voice makes me feel, my heart pounding in my ears, my nipples already longing to feel you touch them. My voice thick with lust and desire for you, I say, "Yes Mistress, I hear you and I will follow you anywhere."

A chuckle from somewhere nearby and I feel my pussy start to get wet at the way you control me. "Now I want you to kick those shoes of yours off and wait for me to give you some more instructions." Your voice relays your will.

I can't see what I'm doing so it takes me a few moments to unbuckle my shoes and kick them off. The thunk noise as they slide across the floor tells me I don't have to worry about standing on them. My stockinged feet tingle with relief as the shoes are removed and I wonder what else is to come for me.

"Good girl, now unhook that dress, half unzip it and turn around so I can see that ass of yours," your voice continues.

I carefully unhook the top of my dress, my fingers are shaking with excitement. I drop the hook once or twice before finally getting it clear, and fumbling with the zip. I slide the zip halfway down,slowly exposing my back, I feel my arousal growing as I show more skin. I turn around and slowly wiggle my ass from side to side, waiting for the crack of your hand on my ass.

"Good girl, now spank that ass for me, and thank me for the spank."

I blink for a moment and wonder why you aren't doing it yourself, but the lust clouds my mind. I reach behind me and spank my ass. I hear the sharp sound of my hand as it makes contact, feel the burning tingle as the blow strikes home, a wonderful warmth flowing through me. I feel myself start to drip with excitement.

"Yes Mistress, oh, thank you for that spank," my voice betraying my excitement to be given such an order.

I can hear you chuckle , my heart pounds in my chest, and I wonder what is going to happen next.

"Unzip that dress and step out of it, I want to see what you're wearing under that tight clingy fabric."

I shiver with lust and fumble with the zip, fighting the urge to just tear the dress from my body. I slip each arm out of the top of the dress and shimmy it down my body. I hear the dress rustle in the air and make  soft thump when it hits the ground. I step out of the dress and feel the cool night air caress my skin. I stand there in a pair of tight black seamless panties and a matching bra. I can feel my nipples fight to poke through the fabric of the bra, and I can tell by the way it feels against my thighs that my panties are getting soaked.

"Good girl, now play with your nipples through your bra, I want to hear how much you want me to let you touch them."

I gasp with pure lust as I feel your presence and act like a complete slut, "Yes, Mistress."

My numb hands climb up my body, cupping the bra, squeezing the soft flesh inside. I let my fingers tickle my nipples through the fabric. I moan with pure desire as I feel my nipples beg to be released from the bra, to be touched or feel your mouth on them. I rub my thighs together at the thought of you sucking my nipples, the thought driving me wild. I shiver with the thought of you claiming me, wondering why you haven't already.

"Good girl, now tell me what you want."

I chew my lip, moaning as wonderful thoughts dance in my head, your voice making me feel so utterly turned on.

"Oh Mistress, I really want to touch my nipples, to tug them with my fingers, to unhook my bra and set my breasts free. Please let me do that."

There is silence for a few seconds. I begin to wonder if you're approaching me but I can't hear anything in the dark.

"You can pull down the cup of your bra and tease your nipples, but you can't remove the bra until I say so. Is that clear, slut?"

A sigh escapes my lips as you grant me part of what I need but withhold the rest, knowing you're working me into a state of wild lust and hoping you're enjoying the effect you have on me. "Yes Mistress, ooh, thank you, Mistress. Slut hears and obeys Mistress."

I grab the cup of the bra and pull it down, feeling my needy nipples spring free. My breasts long to be touched, kissed, sucked, teased. I let my digits dance over my soft warm body, caressing  my breasts, enjoying the tempting sensation of my touch. I imagine it is your hands on my body, exploring me with your greedy hands.

I hiss with pleasure as the desire burns in me, feeling my body burn to be touched by you, owned by you, taken by you. I tug on my nipples feeling myself leak a little at the thought of being taken by you. I feel wonderfully dirty and completely under your power, making me sigh loudly as my nipples spark and harden, feeling so hot and wet.

"Good slut, now run your fingers along your slit but you can't remove or part your panties. You have to do it through your panties... tell me how badly you want me to let you touch yourself."

I shudder slightly as you command me, lowering my hands down to my thighs, drawing my nails along the tender skin. I feel the nails mark my smooth flesh and moaning as the pleasure sparks through me. I press a hand to the front of my panties, letting it glide against the sopping fabric. I can feel the heat from inside me trying to burn through the fabric.

I run my insistent fingers along my slit, feeling the lips all swollen, dripping with the need to be yours. I put my hand against the front of my panties, rocking my hips back and forth. I can feel the wet fabric slide against my palm, urging me to pull the panties aside and take myself. I know this would displease you, so I fight down the urge, wailing with frustrated lust.

"Oh Mistress, I need to touch my pussy, I need to put my fingers inside me. To take myself, for you, to shake and buckle for you, to drip like the slut I am. Oh please, Mistress."

Silence, the seconds tick slowly by and I wonder if you're going to say anything.

"Put your hand inside your panties, you can only put two fingers inside yourself and you are not to cum without permission."

I slide a hand down the waistband of my panties, wanting to tear them off and take myself hard, so happy that I'm allowed to touch myself, hearing the command not to cum.

 "Yes, Mistress, slut will tease herself until you command her to cum."

I cup my pussy, feeling the heat coming from me. I'm so wet I can't believe how turned on you have made me. I slide two fingers inside me, gasping as I feel myself clench on them. I rock my hips, pressing myself against my palm, so wanting to let go and just take myself hard. Slowly moving rocking my palm I give myself, deep, hard, long strokes; feeling my body thrill to feel my  teasing touch inside me.

I moan and groan as the pleasure starts to take over, feeling my hot little body squeeze hungrily on my fingers, wanting me to move faster. I feel my clit beg to be stroked, teased, touched; my juices run down my hand and drip into my palm. I'm going to cum so hard when I'm allowed. Just when I can feel that wonderful tension building inside, the start of when I cum, I give a shuddering cry and that the voice comes again.

"Fingers out, Blondie. I know that noise. If I let you go on like that you are going to not be able to stop yourself. Fingers out. Suck on them slowly for me, tell me how you feel to taste yourself. Tell me what you so want me to let you do to yourself."

I remove them from myself when you command, giving a cry of frustration, so wanting to ignore the voice and just cum. I obey, taking them out of myself, bringing them to my lips. I try to tease you with the sight of your slut wife licking her dripping digits, pouting, and smearing my lips with my juices.

"Oh Mistress, I want to put them deep inside me, to take myself hard. To roll my clit under my thumb, to feel my body squeeze my fingers deep inside. To drip with sweat and lust for you. I want to cum, so hard, that my knees buckle and I fall to the ground. I need to squirt, shudder, and gush for you. Oh, all for you, my Mistress."

My voice is dripping with pure needy lust, begging for you to let me take myself. I can feel your eyes on me, drinking in the sight of me debasing myself and enjoying the sight of it.

"Now slut, I want you to unhook that bra of yours, drop it on the floor, and play with those wonderful breasts of yours. I want to see you twist those nipples, fondle them and make yourself burn with wanton lust. Yet you can't do anything until I command you to, isn't that right, slut?"

I gratefully unhook my bra, pulling the straps down my shoulders, peeling it off me in one motion, and tossing it towards where I think you are. I hear the fabric make a soft thump as it hits the ground, but no sound of you moving to catch it or pick it up.
I bite my lip hard, letting myself squeeze my breasts, enjoying the way they feel now they are released. 

I can run my nails along the curve of my breast as they are no longer kept from my touch. I savour the softness of needy flesh, the glistening feel of my body. Despite you telling me not to, I start to lustily suck my dripping finger, loving the taste of me, so wanting to give this tribute to you, my Mistress, my wife, my Pinkie.

I tease my breasts with my free hand, feeling the nipples dig against my palm. I'm so utterly turned on, the sensation of touching my nipples makes me squeal with desire. I can feel my thighs getting sticky as I drip some more. I'm just so helplessly in lust, burning to be used by you for anything you want.

"Please Mistress, let me cum. Just once, let me take myself while you watch and take it as a gift for you. I need to cum, I'm so turned on I don't know how to stop myself from doing it. I'm just a needy slut for you Mistress, please let me cum."

I pray you can hear the desperation in my voice, that I can't resist the urge to just explode. I'm so aroused, I could nearly cum if you blew in my ear. The thought of you blowing in my ear makes my pussy flip and I rub my thighs together a little more as I burn with pure rampant lust.

"No, Blondie, not yet. Spank that ass of yours for me and count each stroke. I want to hear five strokes on each cheek. Now do it."

I clench my teeth hard, willing myself not to defy you, feeling my body shiver at the thought of spanking myself, while you watch. I bend over, showing you my soft tender tush; reaching behind and smacking my palm into my left cheek.

"One, Mistress."

Smack, a thrilling surge as I strike myself.

"Two, Mistress."

Smack, feeling my cheek burn.

"Three, Mistress."

Smack, smack. My cheek is burning now. I imagine a big red hand mark on my cheek, a true sign that I didn't hold back, I properly spanked myself, for you.

"Four, Mistress. Five, Mistress."

Now to spank my right cheek. I feel the tingle run through my body because the pain is starting to make itself felt.

"One, Mistress."

Smack, I wail as I feel the pain dance through me, gritting my teeth, trying not to cum.

"Two. Mistress."

Smack, I feel my body respond to the blows and leak a little.

"Three Mistress."

Smack, I groan as I feel the energy flowing through me, I'm already overloaded. What if I cum from trying to please you, oh gawd what do I do.

"Four, Mistress."

Smack, the confusion takes my mind off the sensations long enough for me to get a grip on myself.

"Five, Mistress."

I hear the noise of a car driving up to the house. I hope we don't have guests, that it isn't someone with keys. I burn with shame. Here I am, mostly naked, spanking myself, dripping with lust. How will I ever explain this to someone if they catch me? I pull my nipples hard, sending a spark of pain and excitement through me, distracting me from what might be about to happen. I hear the engine stop, a door open. My heart pounds in my ears, the voice comes again.

"Take yourself, Blondie, but don't cum until I command. Three fingers in your needy pussy, two in your hot little ass. Take yourself hard but do not cum until I command."

I shake with excitement, feeling my lust rise into a huge wave inside me. I know it won't be long before I'm a dripping shuddering heap. "Yes, Mistress, I await your command"

I shove my hand back into my panties, slipping three fingers inside me. I love the feel of them inside me. I grip them inside my warmth, humping my hand slowly. I pull them out with a sigh and shove two more from my other hand inside me, getting them all slick and wet. I moan like the slut I know I am.

Slowly, I  press the two slippery digits against my star, letting them explore my tight little ass. I cry out as I feel them enter me. I return the other of my other hand back into my pussy, shuddering as I feel both my holes being filled. I move both hands back and forth, groaning as I feel the energy crackle through me, trying to hold on, needing to cum. I hump my hands hard, feeling like such a slut, but not caring. I am your slut and you commanded me to take myself like this.

I hear a noise of feet approaching the front door, hearing a key go in the lock. I try to block out the noise, waiting to hear your command. I take myself as I was ordered to. In and out, deep and slow and hard. I feel my body start to catch fire, my nipples nearly ping they've gone so hard. I try not to make any sound as I make my body build that fire. So close, so very very close. I can feel my tummy flutter and my ass grip on my fingers.

Suddenly the front door is open, it slams shut. I hear the sound of boots in the hallway. Shame and fear and lust burning through me. Not caring who sees, I hope you let me cum soon so I don't have to cum in front of a stranger. I feel the wave rise high inside me. I'm so close to just completely catching fire.

My breath is coming in ragged gasps, my body urging me to just let it go, to let myself cum. The door opens beside me, I can hear heavy breathing then your voice from beside me and in front of me.

"Cum, Blondie, Cum now!"

And I do, oh, I do. I let go and fuck my hands as hard as I can. I catch fire and for a few moments, I'm just a burning ball of pure lust and devotion. I moan your name before the fire sweeps through me, making me speechless. I cum so hard I squirt through my panties, I can feel it spray across my palm and I silently scream. Feeling the wave burst through me, making me gush. My knees buckle from the release and I fall, slowly to the ground.

I feel my knees bounce against the floor. My heart is roaring in my ears, my entire being just burning with love, desire, lust, and the need to please you. My tears drip down my face, pooling inside the mask and dripping slowly down my face.

I feel hands on my face, loving hands. Your hands? Yes, your hands and then the eye mask is ripped away.

There you are, looking adoringly at me, kissing me like you always do when you are happy to see me. I feel my heart flip just to see you and I cum a little from your sheer beauty. I can see your eyes, shining, tears dripping down your face too. Lights turned on, I blink and the room is all blurry.

I can see again, a camera pointed at me in the darkness. A speaker strapped to the top and your phone in your hand. Yes, you must have linked the two together, that's why you wouldn't let me cum. You wanted to be there to see me actually do it, to see me be your needy slut. You take my hands from my holes, you take the three dripping fingers I had inside me and taste me.

"Mistress, was I a good slut wife?" I beg, mind full of fog my body singing with joy and love.

"Yes Blondie, you were a good slut wife, Pinkie loves you."

I feel your arms around me and I fall into them half asleep for a few moments. Safe, and warm and loved; in your arms where I should always be. I purr in my sleep as I feel like a special treasure who has pleased her owner.