Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
BDSM: My Wife's Submission EP7

When I spoke to her again that evening, she once again admitted that it turned her on to be walking around her office with no panties on, knowing that when she spoke to people they had no idea her pussy was bare and soaking wet underneath her skirt. She admitted that she was now getting a few stares from some of the younger men who were now noticing her more prominent nipples poking through her blouse. While embarrassed by this, she was also getting turned on as well.

I informed her that evening, that starting the next day, her daily ritual would be to head into the bathroom at coffee break both in the morning and the afternoon, and to strip down and masturbate as she had done that first day with me on the phone. She would then call me once it was done to let me know. I wanted her to be having several orgasms a day to keep her sexually heightened and on edge. As well, I knew that it also provided her with an outlet for the stress she was feeling around the office.

The next day, just prior to lunch, I called my wife and asked, "hello slut. Did you bring a lunch to work today?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Put your headset on," I instructed. When it was I done I continued, "Take your purse with you to the bathroom."

When I once again heard the bathroom door close, she immediately took the center stall, and sat down, waiting for further instructions.

"Now slut, I want you to undress again for me." This time there was no argument from her as she quickly got naked. I'm sure she was probably thinking that I wanted her to masturbate again, even though she had just done that two hours ago. My next command surprised her though. "Now reach into your purse, slut, and take out your butt plug."

I could hear her gasp as it dawned on her what it was I wanted her to do. With a nervous, "yes Sir," I could hear her shuffling through her purse. When she finally indicated that she had it, I then told her to, "shove that in your ass, now slut." Though she had worn it off and on for small periods of time over the weekend, it had been four days since she tried to accommodate that thing in her ass.

At first Tina didn't know where to start. She wasn't sure what the best method would be for inserting the plug into her ass. She tried reaching between her legs as she sat on the toilet, but found with the odd angle that she wasn't able to get enough force to shove it in. Shifting positions, she then tried standing in the stall and bending forward with her head nearly touching the stall door, as she reached behind her with the plug. Tina found she was able to get the most force from this position, so began working the plug into her ass. I could hear her grunting with exertion as she worked the plug deeper into her ass. An almost audible sigh was heard when the fattest part finally slipped past her sphincter and slid the rest of the way home.

"It's done Sir."

"Very good. Now get dressed slut." After waiting for the word that she was done I continued with my instructions. "You will now make a point of visiting with each person in your office over the lunch period. When you speak with each of them, you will seat yourself in a chair or on the edge of a desk so that you are reminded, as you talk to them, that you have a cock in your ass. You will not take that plug out of your ass until after lunch at 1pm. You will head to your office and once inside, will take it out and place it back in your purse. Once done, you will call me to let me know how it went. Now get to it slut," I ordered before hanging up.

When she called me back after lunch, I could hear the excitement in her voice as she described the events of the past hour. She indicated that she had a difficult time at first walking about normally, and not like someone who has something shoved up her ass. She found it humiliating feeling her ass being invaded by the cock each time she sat down in front of her employees and found it difficult to hide her embarrassment. She did admit though that she was immensely turned on and couldn't wait until the afternoon coffee break came so that she could go and masturbate in the washroom.

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The next day I called my wife again just prior to lunch. "Hello slut, how are we doing today?"

"Well Sir," was the quiet reply.

"Put your headset on slut. We're going out for lunch today," I informed her.

When she had done as instructed, I had her make her way down to the food court in the mall across the street from her work. The food court is a busy place as it services both the employees from the neighboring office buildings but also the students from the high school 2 blocks over. After she had retrieved her meal, I instructed her to replace a seat on one of the high stools located along one wall of the seating area. These stools are aligned along a high counter for eating but they also swivel 360 degrees around.

"Swivel yourself around in your seat until your back is against the counter," I order. "Now discreetly work the hem of your skirt up until it is just covering the tops of your thighs." Once she had indicated that it was done, I continued. "Describe for me the occupants of the tables in front of you." Picturing the layout of the food court in my mind from my last visit there, I remembered that there is roughly 10 feet of space between the stools and the first row of tables. "To my left there are several groups of male office workers in their 30's and 40's eating lunch. Directly in front of me is an elderly couple and to my right is a group of 5 high school kids. 2 are girls and the other 3 are boys," she finished. "Good. Now take out your cell phone and pretend you are sending and receiving text messages. Now turn toward the group of teenagers." Once she was in position, I continued. "Slowly open your legs."

"What? Here? Please..." she squeaked, panic rising in her voice.

"Don't argue with me slut, or I'll make it worse for you," I replied menacingly.

With an audible sigh, she began to open her legs, which caused the hem of her skirt to ride up even higher. Once she had her legs spread wide enough that her bare pussy was on display for anyone who cared to look, I ordered her to hold that position.

"You will keep your legs spread for a full minute, slut, and will only close them when I tell you to. Now appear distracted by your phone as if it's an important message you are writing." After several seconds had passed I asked, "keep your head down, but I want you to discreetly look to see if the teenagers have noticed your bare pussy."