Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2017 19:54:54 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Decision Tree Chapter 3

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 03
By
Tappy McWidestance

Each week Sir James took me further down the rabbit hole. I was now edging
myself every day at lunch in my office or as soon as was practical if I had
a lunch meeting. Some days this meant in the bathroom of a restaurant. I
felt like a wicked slut at the office. I would be dressed in my perfectly
professional attire but underneath I would have some sexy lingerie and my
panties were damp most of the day.

We graduated from chats to phone sex. His phone number traced back to
Denver but he told me he uses a Google Voice number so not to assume he was
actually in the mile high city. He also was obviously using some kind of
voice manipulation software on his computer because his voice sounded
computerized and the pitch and timbre were not natural. He didn't deny that
saying he just needed to remain anonymous. I took that to mean he was
married, but I didn't really care. While his voice didn't have the deep,
husky tones I might have preferred, having him in my ear giving me
masturbation instruction and instant feedback was amazing. Having him hear
my moans of passion as I edged and struggled not to cum never failed to
arouse me even further.

Soon came another standing order. I was never to cum without permission. I
had that one for a while. But now I wasn't allowed to cum when he couldn't
hear me. Mostly that meant being on the phone with him. But on occasion
when I begged during the week, if I had been good, he game me permission to
orgasm as long as I left him a voicemail during the moment I exploded. He
told me that the voicemail-to-email translations were hilarious. Apparently
the Google algorithms can't handle my passion.

It wasn't long before we supplemented our phone sex with cam sex. Any hope
that I could remain anonymous myself was long gone as I happily shared my
webcam with him. His video feed returned a cartoon picture of Mickey
Mouse. The bastard. I didn't care what he looked like I just wanted the
feedback. But if having him watch was the price I had to pay for my orgasm,
it was a small fee indeed. Needless to say, I was very comfortable with Sir
James as my Dom. But when a new toy popped up on my wish list, to say I was
apprehensive was an understatement.

Have you ever used Kegal balls, a.k.a. Ben Wa balls? You know, the little
chrome or stainless steel balls about an inch in diameter that a woman
slides into her pussy. I didn't know much about them until I was ordered to
buy a set. Then some quick research both excited and scared me. Excited
because anything designed to drive a woman crazy sexually was a good thing
in my book. Scared because they are designed to be worn discretely and I
assumed he didn't intend for me just to wear them around the house. A side
benefit was I was given the task to first wear them on a Tuesday night. The
bad news was John wasn't working that night.

I told him I had to go to the mall (true) to buy some shoes (also true) but
I didn't quite fill in the blanks that I was to dress in my usual business
skirt, stockings and heels while doing it. I also didn't tell him I was
instructed to wear the balls while I walk around the entire mall window
shopping until I was good and worked up and then let the clerk at the shoe
store look up my skirt. I was also to wear white cotton panties so the
clerk could see how wet I became. Unfortunately I had no doubt that James'
prediction about that would be correct.

I hoped John wouldn't want to go to the mall as that was probably one of
his least favorite activities, but he said we had not been spending enough
time together and added that maybe we could go to a movie when I was done
shopping. I guess the mind blowing sex I was giving him every Saturday
morning after James worked me up Friday night and the daily blowjobs were
not enough for him. But I digress. I couldn't think of a good reason why he
should not come with so off we went. I had the balls in my purse. I figured
I would duck into a bathroom when I got there, give myself a quick rub to
get wet and then put them in. As it turns out, I didn't need the rub. I was
plenty wet and they slide in easily. I snugged my panties up tight against
my pussy to make sure the balls didn't fall out. I wasn't sure how much
muscle effort it would take to hold them so I wanted to avoid as much
embarrassment as possible.

It turns out, I was able to hold them in pretty easily, but they also did
their job and drove me crazy. If John wasn't with me I would have
definitely called James and begged for permission to make myself cum. I
wouldn't have cared who saw me either. But I had to keep my secret from
John. Every step I took made the balls move ever so slightly and hit a
different nerve-ending deep inside of me. I couple of times I had to stifle
a moan. I started to wonder if I was going to be able to hold back an
orgasm without even touching myself. We had completed about half a lap
around the mall stopping to look in the windows. At least that is why John
thought we were stopping. Really it was to let me catch my breath. Part of
me wanted to hurry around the rest of the circuit and get to the shoe store
so this terrible game would end. But fortunately I still had a few rational
thoughts left because if I walked any faster, that would probably have been
the end of me. No, I needed to continue my slow, methodical pace with stops
every ten or twelve feet. My face felt flush. I considered taking another
selfie for James but couldn't figure out how to explain it to John.

Eventually we made it around the mall and back to the shoe store near where
we started our journey. Sir was right to put me in cotton
panties. Especially if his plan was to have me flash someone and show how I
had soaked them. The poor clerk probably wouldn't believe I had not pissed
myself as wet as I was between my thighs. As I browsed the store I tried to
decide whether I wanted an older guy or a younger kid to help me. I would
have picked a woman but James had made it clear I was to flash a man.

The shoe store I picked was an upscale one. It had to be because the rest
of the stores were self-service. But I needed one where they actually still
helped the customer. I looked at a number of shoes with John, asking his
opinion and trying to make it look like I really wanted a pair of work
shoes. But my mind was on sex so I kept picking shoes more suitable to a
night on the town or a night of submissive sex. There were three clerks in
the store and two of them were women. One was quite attractive and I could
tell John was hoping I would let her help me. She was showing some cleavage
and I assumed he thought he could get some free peeks when she knelt down
to help me. I didn't mind him looking, but choosing her wasn't going to
help me achieve my task. I had to wait until the guy was available. I
wouldn't say he was bad looking, but all I could think about was Married
with Children and Al Bundy working in a woman's shoe store. I showed him a
few pairs that had caught my eye. He had me sit down so he could measure my
feet. From the moment he took my stocking covered foot in his hand, I
understood why he worked in this store.

His touch was quite gentle. He cradled my foot and I could feel him lightly
squeezing it as if he wanted to caress it, but knew that wasn't
appropriate. He was looking intently at my foot and not as anticipated, up
my skirt. He lightly put my foot into the Brannock device to measure it,
although I bet he knew exactly what my shoe size was just from holding
it. He never broke his intentional stare at my feet. I gave him a little
wiggle of my toes. If I couldn't tease him with my panties, at least I
could give him a little thrill with my toes.


I noticed him smiling as he got up to get the shoes I requested. I stood up
as well. I felt awkward standing without wearing my heels. John was
oblivious to the game being played in front of him. When the clerk returned
with three boxes of shoes I sat back down, but not before lifting my skirt
in the back so my butt was sitting directly on the chair. I did this for
two reasons. First, when I crossed my legs it exposed quite a bit of
thigh. The clerk may have been a foot-man, but perhaps if I subtly showed
him some skin, perhaps he would be interested. Second, and this was me just
having a bit of fun, I knew I would leave a wet spot on the leather. Even
if this guy didn't notice me flirting with him, somebody would eventually
find the evidence of my wet pussy.

The guy knelt down in front of me and pulled the first shoe out of the
box. He looked up at me. I think he was waiting for me to uncross my
legs. But I was waiting for him to take my foot in his hand again. I
wiggled my toes to give him a hint. He smiled again and softly took my foot
and helped me uncross my legs. I felt like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct
as there was no way he couldn't help but look up my skirt this
time. Whether he enjoyed it or not, I did. I felt my pussy gush a little
more into my panties.


He lowered my foot, spreading my legs more in the process, at slid it into
the shoe. I give him credit, he knew how to measure my feet because the
size was perfect. That almost never happened when I tried on shoes
myself. After he put on the other shoe I stood up and discretely smoothed
my skirt out. I walked across the aisle and did a pirouette in front of a
mirror the store had set up. The salesguy was still kneeling on the
floor. John was standing behind the chair where I was thankful he couldn't
see how much I had been exposing myself. I solicited John's opinion of the
shoes, but both men responded affirmatively. Of course they did. I knew my
legs were great, especially in stockings, and showing them off in fuck me
heels was never going to get a bad reaction. I pretended not to be sure so
I could try on the other two pairs.


The fitting process repeated itself two more times. I lifted my skirt again
to give a better view and the salesman took that as an invitation to rub my
calf as he was fitting the second shoe. I certainly didn't mind. He did it
a second time on the third shoe and I nodded at him. If John wasn't there I
would have let him slide his hand higher. Heck I would have let him finger
me. I was a hot mess by the time we left the store. I had to get
off. Walking toward the mall entrance I spotted a sign for the bathrooms. I
told John I needed to pee and pulled him down the hallway. I think he was
just happy to be headed home after that. I went into the lady's
room. Fortunately it was empty. I went into the handicapped stall and
removed my panties. I'd never worn anything so soaked before. I didn't
bother tucking them into my purse. I didn't want to get anything I was
carrying wet. Then I pulled the infuriating balls out. Those I licked clean
and then dropped them into my purse. I also pulled out my phone. I knew it
would only take a minute for two for me to get myself off. I intended on
leaving Sir James a message, but he surprised me and picked up. I was
startled, but happy. Unfortunately I assumed that meant I wasn't going to
get permission to cum right away. I pictured him teasing me and having to
fight the urge to cum. I was about half right. He did let me jill myself
and within about a minute and a half I was begging to be allowed to cum. I
was also right that he didn't give me permission right away. But when he
outright told me to stop, that caught me by surprise.


"Go back and grab your husband," he told me. "Bring him into the bathroom,
bend over the sink like an obedient sub and have him fuck you. Leave the
call connected so I can hear. You'll cum first, but keep rutting that whore
pussy of yours on his cock until he shoots. Don't clean up. Ride home with
his cum leaking out of you."


As usual there was no room for discussion about his command. Also as usual,
I was in no emotional state to resist. I simply said, "Yes sir," and stood
up smoothing my skirt in the process. I also pulled my headset out of my
purse and put it in my ear. I couldn't just hold my phone in front of my
face. Fortunately James had not commanded me to Skype with him. John was
waiting patiently outside the bathroom. I imagine I looked guilty as sin as
I approached him. I said a prayer of thanks when I noticed a family
bathroom between the men's and woman's room. I reached out and grabbed his
belt right above his cock and tugged him toward the family bathroom.


"What are you doing?" he asked.


"Shut up," I told him. "Having the clerk's hands on my feet and calf got me
all horny," I sort of truthfully told him. "We're going to fuck."


I'm sure he was confused and probably didn't like me telling him that
another man got me horny enough to fuck at the mall, but he's a guy and
he'll get over it. Especially since as soon as we were inside I locked the
door and dropped to my knees.

I know I have told you how much I have been sucking his cock lately. What I
didn't tell you is that I have gotten very good at it. Not that I was ever
bad, but John has been opening up more lately about what he likes and I
have been sure to give it to him. Our location appeared to inspire him as
well because he was rock hard in record time and as much as I enjoy having
him in my mouth, that isn't where I wanted him at that moment. I popped his
cock out of my mouth, spun around, lifted my skirt and bent over the
sink. It was exactly the position Sir wanted me to take. I made sure he
knew it too exclaiming to John, but really to my far away Dom, "I'm bent
over the sink for you. Fuck me!" John didn't need to be told twice. I'm
sure James was still listening, although he didn't say anything. He
probably didn't realize I had switched to my headset and didn't want to be
heard talking to me. That was a shame as it would have been a huge turn on
to have him talk me through getting drilled like he did when I played with
my vibrator for him. I tried to think of something to say that would let
James know it was OK for him to speak but that wouldn't tip off John.


"Oh your cock feels so good," I told both my men. "I needed your cock so
bad, baby," again really talking to both of them. I loved taking John's
cock but I dreamed of someday fucking James in real life. Then it struck
me. "Talk to me baby. Tell me what you want."


James probably had already done this with one of his previous cyber subs
because he picked up on it right away.


"I will ask you yes/no questions, slut," he told me. "Say yes if you agree
or just moan if you don't. Understand?"


I mostly moaned but it was a moaning yes. John was obviously pleased with
himself because he gave me an extra firm thrust. My second throaty moan was
a result of that not in response to James. But I think he understood. He
began to talk dirty to me just like when we had phone sex.


"Reach between your legs and rub your clit you dirty whore," he cooed into
my ear. I breathlessly replied, "Yes."


"Don't you dare cum yet by pet," he continued. I just moaned. I didn't
think I could hold back.


"You'll be punished if you cum," he warned me. I moaned again.


"Oh yes you will you dirty nasty cunt."


It was the first time he had ever used the c-word with me. In my
professional life I would have never stood for such behavior. But bent over
the sink in a mall bathroom, I moaned, "Yesss."


"Today was just the beginning for your adventures outside the house. Your
training will intensify as of now."


I didn't respond. I heard him but I was concentrating more on the cock
slamming in and out of my pussy.


"This will not be the last time you are fucked somewhere other than your
apartment. And it won't be your husband next time."


I moaned. John thirsted extra firmly again. I panted, "Yes." I wasn't sure
if I was answering James or just nearing my peak and losing control.


"You are a nasty, dirty fuck toy put on Earth for my amusement."


Sir's words rang true through my brain. He continued his verbal assault on
my mind while John continued his assault on my body and I rubbed my clit
harder and harder. James knew I couldn't hold back much longer. He
obviously wanted me to fail so he could punish me. Punish meÉ just the
thought of what that meant was arousing. So far my punishments had just
been edge play. While frustrating, it wasn't painful. I knew that wasn't
what he was talking about now. My body began quaking. Soon I would earn his
punishment. Then I felt John's cock swell.


As frequently happened, when I felt his first hot spurt of cum he blasted
deep inside of me, my own orgasm triggered. I howled in pleasure and my
pussy clamped down on his cock. I shuddered as volley after volley of hot
cum splashed inside of me. I vaguely remember hearing "Good girl," in my
right ear, but I was mostly focused on the fireworks shooting off in my
body. I had the kind of orgasm I had experienced the first time I
masturbated in the window. It was also the best one I had ever had with
John. The obvious change was James in my ear and his task of wearing the
balls while shopping.


I composed myself as best I could, but I still looked like I was rode hard
and put away wet when we left the bathroom. I think John was surprised that
I didn't use some toilet paper to at least blot up some of his cum leaking
from my pussy. He didn't know that James had already told me not to
bother. ÊAlthough he had told me earlier not to clean up, he added
thatÊsuch a disgusting tramp as myself should enjoy walking through the
mall with cum dripping down her legs. I couldn't correct him that we were
near the mall entrance where we parked and I wasn't about to make another
lap around the mall. It wasn't that I didn't think walking around the mall
again wouldn't be fun. I mean, I would have hated it, but I bet in the end
I would get turned on by it. But I couldn't think of a reason to give
John. Plus he was quickly fading into his post orgasm coma.


The tops of my thighs were slick with juices comingling from both of us as
we strode back up the hall and then over to the exit. I felt foul, but
alive. I desperately wanted to put my hand under my skirt and scoop up a
flavor treat. But that wasn't practical. James had hung up and I was on my
own to wonder what kind of punishment he planned. Fortunately Friday was
not long to wait.