Free Voyeur by Sierra Cartwright

arse high, her anus filled with a plug, his hands on her hips as he held her steady for his penetration flashed through her mind. “Yes. He’s big. He’s thick.”
    Darius sighed. “In that case, keep whining. And when he gets sick of it, send him my direction. I’ll show him and anyone else my stuff all day long.”
    Shaking her head, she hung up.
    Was it really that simple? Should she just follow his instructions and get over herself as Darius said?
    She half expected to get another e-mail from him, but nothing came. She practiced her positions without much enthusiasm before going to bed. She slept in the nude for the first time ever.
    Her dreams were vivid and disturbing, and when morning grey glare seeped through the curtains, she was in a foul mood.
    She checked her phone for a message. There was none. And her e-mail box was empty except for an advertisement to help her erections stay stronger, longer.
    She turned up the thermostat a couple of degrees, noticing the way her nipples were hard and the goose bumps on her arms.
    As he’d instructed, she again practiced her positions. She definitely wanted them to be more fluid when she saw him again. But her muscles were a bit cramped after two days of unaccustomed use. She needed to be pampered and massaged.
    Instead, she got to give herself an enema. That didn’t help her mood one little bit.
    But the e-mail that arrived a few minutes later changed her attitude completely.
    sub,
    I didn’t sleep, thinking about my driver seeing your gorgeous cunt. I thought of you all night long.
    I woke up with a hard-on, thanks to thoughts of you. Although I masturbated this morning, you’d better not.
    —M. Zachary
    Even that small amount of attention from him was enough. She wanted her inhibitions shattered, even if it meant being beyond her comfort zone. She wanted to submit. She wanted to submit to Zachary.
    She showered and shaved her pubes again.
    She took her time preparing. Each time she thought of a strange man looking at her naked body, she deliberately shoved it aside and instead chose to remember that her obedience pleased her Master.
    The time ticked away, and she hurried to insert the plug.
    Her arse was a bit sore from last night’s play, and she didn’t relax enough. The plug slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. “Damn.” She washed it, relubed it and tried again.
    On her third attempt, she managed to place it.
    Aware of the clock ticking away the seconds to noon, she hurried to grab her nipple clamps.
    In front of the mirror, she teased her nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, pinching them.
    Then, when they were erect nubs, she placed the clamps. For a second, they took her breath away.
    The clovers were vicious little things. Over time, they became a bit tighter. As she moved, they swayed, exerting pressure, making her hotter and hotter.
    Master truly was a masochist.
    She double checked her makeup, added an extra coat of mascara. The clamps seemed to dominate her image in the mirror. For an instant, she saw herself as Master Zachary might. She saw her body as ripe for his pleasure, rather than something to be ashamed of.
    She cupped her breasts the way he had the night before, and she squeezed her nipples. The pressure from the clamps as well as her own touch combined to make her knees weaken.
    She ached to just touch her neglected clitoris.
    The orgasm, she knew, would be instant and shattering.
    To distract herself and keep herself calm, she paced the floor near the front door.
    Nerves swallowed her whole.
    She kept reminding herself that she was doing this to please her Master. Then she had a stark realisation. She was pleasing her Master because that was what she wanted.
    It was only a couple more minutes until Lionel arrived. Marnie tried to ignore the little thrill that unfurled in her stomach. No way could she be excited to have Lionel see her naked. No way could she be anticipating another man looking