The forty-year-old slave

Natasha was subtly squeezing and unclenching her legs under the table because she could no longer hold back. She was sitting at her computer in the office, reading an erotic story in a small window on a story website, barely noticeable among the other windows on her screen.

In the story, four young men were punishing their guilty colleague, a mature woman, by laying her out on a table. They pulled down her panties, hiked up her skirt, and spread her legs as wide as they could. Reading this, Natasha vividly imagined herself in that woman's place and felt the heat of humiliating arousal, distinctly sensing the men's gazes and the touch of their hands. Natasha imagined

herself being taken by them one after another, their hot members plunging into her openings against her will, and from all these thoughts, Natasha's legs were almost trembling.

Unable to bear it, Natasha minimized the window, jumped up, and went to the restroom. In the stall, she hurriedly pulled down her skirt and tights, lowered her panties, and with pleasure placed her palm on her wet crotch. Rubbing her clitoris with her fingers, Natasha relived the entire story in her imagination over and over until she came. Catching her breath, the woman tidied herself up and returned to her desk.

This was happening to her more and more often. Erotic stories were captivating Natasha more and more; she realized she got more pleasure from them than from videos and pictures. Moreover, they could be read discreetly at work and on the subway, so Natasha increasingly immersed herself in the world of fantasies during the day. She learned to distinguish a good story from a bad one literally from the first paragraph, gradually moved from light romantic tales to sophisticated, hardcore stories, and enjoyed this new world for herself.

On her favorite story website, there was also a readers' forum. Natasha sometimes looked there in search of discussions about good stories. Some topics amused her, some seemed strange. Reading the discussions, she realized that some couples really lived quite extravagantly: swapping wives and husbands, inviting a third person, being into BDSM or role-playing, and even organizing swinger parties.

Each time, Natasha wondered if she could be the third person in some couple or invite someone to join her and her husband? Probably not. She couldn't cheat on the side either, let alone attend a sex party. Natasha would close the forum and return to the stories until one day she stumbled upon a short ad:

— Looking for a virtual slave. You will complete tasks, provide photo and video reports of their completion, buy yourself lingerie and toys for the tasks. No meetings with me, complete anonymity.

— Hello!

My name is Alina, I want to be your virtual slave. What do I need to do?"

After sending it, Natasha immediately regretted it. What if she could somehow be identified? What if all these future tasks became known to her husband and friends? A feeling of future humiliation washed over her and brought unexpected arousal. Natasha imagined her friends savoring her naked photos, examining all the details of her body, discussing what she did for her master, condemning her for virtual infidelity to her husband. Maybe some of her male friends would secretly desire her after this?

The reply came a day later. The Master demanded a lot right away: full-length photos in clothes, in lingerie, and naked, close-up photos of all areas of her body, photos of her breasts, photos of her crotch stretched open, photos of all the bras and panties she owned, photos of her sex toys. Besides photos, she had to describe her home environment, her work environment, her commute to work, how many men she had been with, her sexual experience, and how much money she could spend per month without her family noticing. And throughout the letter, he called her a bitch.

For a few more days, Natasha thought about her reply. It was clear that all this was for future tasks, but still, was she capable of it? Making up her mind, Natasha sat down at the computer in the evening while her husband was at work and composed a detailed response. Then she dumped all her lingerie from the drawer, laid it out on the sofa, and photographed each pair.

Now she needed to photograph herself. Thinking, Natasha went to the closet, pulled out a carnival butterfly mask, and put it over her eyes. She went to the mirror on the wall, looked at herself, took a full-length shot. Turned her back and took another. The thought that these photos might one day leak onto the internet never left her, so she was already ashamed of them and yet, for some reason, really wanted it to happen.

Left in just her lingerie, Natasha looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, she had let her figure go a bit, but that didn't matter now. What mattered was pleasing that man on the other end of the network, completing his first task.

Natasha took several shots from the front and back, put the phone aside, and slowly unclasped her bra. Threw it on the sofa, grabbed her panties, and quickly pulled them down, leaving them on the floor. She couldn't remember the last time she had simply looked at herself naked in the mirror. The situation aroused her; Natasha felt her lower abdomen filling with pleasant warmth.

Natasha lifted her breasts with her palms, squeezed them together, massaged them automatically. Her sharp nipples stood out from the cold and arousal, her areolas were also slightly swollen, and she wanted to massage her breasts more and more. Natasha took out her phone, aimed it at herself, froze: it seemed as if a strange man was looking at her naked body through the phone's camera. Hesitating, Natasha pressed the button and took the first photo.

The subsequent photos came much easier. After the full-length shots, Natasha sat on the floor by the mirror, spread her legs apart, and took close-ups of her breasts, stomach, and crotch. Taking photos of her butt was awkward, but she managed that task too, and she even enjoyed photographing her legs—they looked great in the pictures.

Finishing with the photos, Natasha connected her phone to the computer and started looking at the pictures. From different angles, naked and wearing a mask, she looked like a stranger to herself. It felt as if she was looking at someone else's intimate photos, and this aroused her even more. Unable to resist, Natasha sat comfortably, threw her widely spread legs onto the desk, and began masturbating, caressing her clitoris with one hand and plunging fingers of the other into herself. The photos flashed before her eyes, thoughts of the strange male viewer also aroused her, and the desired orgasm washed over her fairly quickly.

Natasha wiped her palms with a tissue, picked up her panties from the floor, sat on them, and continued composing the letter to her Master. She carefully attached all the photos, reread the letter, and froze over the "Send" button. Exhaled, pressed it, the letter was sent.

Deleting all the photos from her phone and computer, Natasha got dressed, gathered the lingerie from the sofa, and put everything back in its place. She was in a great mood all evening, and when her husband started pestering her in bed before sleep, she even gave him a blowjob on her own initiative.

***

The Master briefly praised her and announced a new task. She needed to arouse herself so that her white panties were soaked through. The Master allowed her to twist her nipples and rub herself through her panties, but she was not to put her hands inside them. As proof, she had to photograph her rubbed nipples and her thighs in the panties, showing a wet spot.

In the evening, Natasha honestly got to work. She found the panties chosen by the Master, put them on, lay on the bed, and began caressing and squeezing her breasts. It was easy and even amusing to torment herself with pleasure, but she didn't know how much moisture was needed to soak the fabric through. The result only appeared after about fifteen minutes, when her nipples were already itching from the touches and it was very wet between her legs. Natasha took the required photos and finally slipped her hand under her panties, aiming to come quickly.

The Master was satisfied and sent a new task: she needed to go to a sex shop and buy a dildo there. Then go to another one and buy an anal plug and anal lube, and then to a third store to buy a vibrator. Natasha was puzzled at first about why it was so complicated, but she understood when she was in the store. Bringing the vibrator to the checkout was excruciatingly embarrassing, not to mention the anal plug. Buying everything together might have been easier, but separately, each item seemed to humiliate her. Natasha had never been to a sex shop before, so she was even more embarrassed.

After reporting on the purchases, Natasha wanted to hide them all securely, but the vibrator caught her attention. She checked the manual, turned it on, and within five minutes was happily playing with it, either riding it or pressing it with pleasure against her clitoral hood. After coming, she thought it was a shame she hadn't bought a vibrator earlier.

After completing several pleasant tasks with the vibrator, Natasha received another one: she needed to take photos of herself sucking the imitation cock and then inserting it fully into her ass. Natasha had practically no experience with anal sex, and the Master knew this perfectly well. Well, Natasha obeyed: after sucking the silicone shaft, she carefully lubricated it and applied it to her anus. Took a photo, pushed, took another photo.

The thick shaft pushed into her ass, sliding tightly along the walls, but Natasha didn't suffer much from it. The lube worked well, and Natasha imagined a man taking her in the ass and diligently impaled herself on this cock. The photos turned out quite good and turned her on even more. After pushing the silicone cock halfway in, Natasha rested for a while, lightly teasing her clitoris. She even liked how her anus was stretched by the thick shaft of the imitation. Natasha took another photo, pushed, and gradually thrust the toy all the way in, so the silicone balls pressed against her perineum.

After coming, Natasha slowly pulled the silicone shaft out of her ass, taking photos every centimeter. When the head slipped out, her ass pleasantly shuddered and clenched. Natasha compiled a report for the Master, sent the photos, and ran to the shower.

***

The anal plug Natasha bought didn't lie idle for long. First, Natasha demonstrated to the Master a couple of times how she inserted it, and then she had to travel from home to work with the plug in her ass. At work, she was allowed to remove the plug, but she had to return home with it. Sitting or standing, Natasha quickly got used to the sensation and forgot about the plug, but when walking, she constantly and very clearly felt it.

The task was slightly complicated by the fact that in the evening, her husband sent a text asking Natasha to buy something at the store on her way home, so the exemplary slave had to walk around the store, distinctly feeling the little plug in her anus.

The next task already included wearing the plug at work and something else: Natasha had to come to work in a knee-length skirt and simple white panties, take them off in the restroom, insert the plug, and write the word "whore" on her pubic area with lipstick. Instead, she was to wear semi-transparent lace panties and spend the whole day like that. The task seemed like nonsense to Natasha when she read it, but when she left the office restroom in a skirt, under which were thin panties, a plug in her ass, and the brand "whore" on her pubic area, it turned her on. A couple of times that day, she ran to the restroom and came there from the unusual excitement.

***

Natasha really wanted to see her Master. Once she asked him to send a photo, but he reprimanded her for not asking politely enough. As punishment, she had to attach clothespins to her nipples and clitoral hood and do thirty squats with them.

After that, she was allowed to record an audio request: in the recording, she had to beg the Master to show her his photo and wish to kiss his feet, and if the gracious Master allowed, to touch her lips to his scrotum or lick his beautiful ass.

Natasha re-recorded her request about fifteen times. When she was finally satisfied with the result, she accompanied the recording with a pleading photo on her knees and waited. The Master praised her and sent a photo in clothes but with his face covered—Natasha thought he was around 25-30. It made her hotter that her Master was younger than her.

Natasha recorded several recordings for the Master: she humbly begged to see him without pants, and if possible, naked. In return, she promised to caress his cock, obediently lick whatever he wanted, and let him do anything he wished with her.

The Master didn't particularly accommodate her, but he sent a photo in tight briefs, under which a long, tense shaft bulged. This photo occupied Natasha's imagination for several days, and she vividly imagined uncovering it, taking her Master's sweet cock into her mouth, feeling its strength and heat with her lips.

***

After, as one task, the Master ordered her to sit naked in a public video chat and make at least ten men come, she sometimes came to the chat on her own initiative and came on camera simultaneously with some attractive young guy. They begged for her contacts or to see her face, and this flattered her, but she never gave in and never removed her mask.

Maybe one day she would finally dare and go to a swinger party.