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							WAITING 

     Lisa put her novel down and sighed. She ran a hand through her
long blonde hair and glanced yet again at the clock on her apartment
wall. Surely it must be later than 7PM? More than an hour until Jake
returned from his trip. Had it only been a week since he had left? It
seemed like an eternity, but Lisa supposed that was only due to the
incredibly stupid bet she had made with him.
     They were on the phone, the night after he had left. Jake's
parents lived in the rolling hills of far-off Virginia, so they had
waited until late when the phone rates were lower.  "I miss you
already," Lisa had said truthfully. "Usually about now  we're getting
into bed." Her thoughts drifted to the last time they had made love.
Jake gave a mischievous little laugh.   "Yes," he said. "I bet I know
what you are missing!" Lisa was a little incensed. "Is that all you
men think about?" "Oh, so you don't miss sex?" He chuckled again. Lisa
was getting annoyed.  "Sex is not that important," she said. "It's you
I miss. Sex I can do without." Jake immediately pounced. He was always
more daring and outspoken when it came to sexual matters, always eager
to try something new or different. "Oh, really? So I suppose you're
not going to be 'taking care' of yourself while I'm here?"  Lisa was
ready for this, however. "If you mean masturbation I'm sure you do it
much more than me!" In reality she didn't know how often and when he
might do it, but she suspected someone with his sexual appetite would
get himself off more than her own three or four times a week.  "Well,
I'm not the one who says they don't need it," he responded.  Lisa
frowned, glad Jake couldn't see her expression. He had her trapped.
"Now maybe you want to prove to me that you don't need to cum. If
you're right I will apologize humbly." Lisa thought about this. It
sounded like another of her boyfriend's erotic games. Well, two could
play at this. But first she had to know the rules. "What do you want
me to do?" "No, no," he replied. "Its what I *don't* want you to do. I
want you to go without a single orgasm until I get back in a week's
time." She thought she could almost see his mischievous smile. Well,
he was in for a little surprise.  "Hmm. If I agree to those terms, and
do it, I'm afraid a simple apology is not going to be enough." Now it
was Jake who sounded trapped. "What do you mean?" "If I do it, you
have to do something for me." "What's that?" He sounded a little
cautious. Good!   "Whatever I ask! You have to please me and go along
with *anything* I want. You're mine for one day. No work, no anything
except me." She giggled into the phone. Take that!  He seemed to think
in silence for a few moments. "Alright, I agree. Is it a deal?" Lisa
hesitated for a moment. "Let me get this straight. All I have to do is
go a week without an orgasm and you become my slave for a whole day?"
"Yes. And of course if you fail you become *my* slave." He sounded
confident again. Lisa loved Jake, but sometimes he could be too sure
of himself, almost arrogant. The thought of him being her slave was
delicious. She shrugged off all hesitation. "I agree. You'd better
practice crawling on your knees and calling me mistress." She laughed.
"I don't think I'll have to worry," he replied. "Oh, and I hope you're
above lying." "I won't lie!" Lisa was indignant. "It would be pathetic
to do that. Besides, why would I need to?" "I have your word?" "Sure."
The converation moved on to other things, but before they hung up Jake
reminded her one more time. Lisa grinned. Seeing him fulfill her every
wish for a day would be so sweet!
       The next morning she awoke to an empty bed. It was different,
she and Jake had not been apart much since they had met in University
seven years earlier. They both had good jobs, she as an executive
assistant at a consulting firm, he as an intern with Johnson & Powell,
downtown attorneys. They usually took their vacation time together,
but this year Jake's family had announced an impromptu reunion on
short notice. Jake's father was ailing, and he wanted to spend some
time with him and the relatives. Lisa couldn't arrange to go, so here
she was, alone with the sun streaming through the window on Sunday
morning.  Usually Sunday morning was a relaxing time, when they could
lie in bed, cuddle, make love, and doze until noon. Jake seemed to
like sex in the morning. Lisa found herself imagining his arms around
her and his mouth gently kissing her lips and then moving slowly down
her body...  Whoa! Lisa blinked and banished those thoughts as she
realized she was getting rather horny. Her nipples had perked up and
she had been unconsciously grazing them with the tips of her fingers.
"Remember the deal," She smiled to herself. "There will be plenty of
time next weekend for fantasies. Only I'll have the power to make them
all come true!" She slipped out of bed and went to shower and get
breakfast.

     Her day was uneventful, boring. She did some things around the
apartment, went to her favorite cafe for lunch, jogged through the
park in the afternoon, and spent the evening at her friend Jennifer's
place. She called Jake at 10, after watching a few sitcoms and sorting
some papers for the office. They talked for awhile about his relatives
before he shifted the conversation.  "So how is it going?" he inquired
in a tone which left no question as to what he meant by '"it".  Lisa
laughed. "Soon you will be mine to do with as I please." "Don't count
on it," He replied. "Wait a few days."

    It was on Tuesday when she first began to have problems. She was
lying in bed and couldn't get to sleep. Jake had not called, she
supposed he was off getting drunk with his more rambunctious uncles
and cousins. Lisa had been tense all day, and couldn't seem to relax.
She had no doubt what was wrong: it had been three days now with not a
single orgasm. Usually she either made love to Jake or pleased herself
at least once in three days. Her body wasn't used to nothing at all.
Her breasts felt achy and even now she could feel her hard nipples
rubbing against her silk pajamas. She was lying on her back and was
wishing Jake was here next to her, or preferably on top of her!   She
moved her hands to her chest and impatienty flattened her nipples as
if to tell them to behave. She had always liked her breasts, which
were large, firm yet very soft, and sensitive. Jake seemed to like
them too - he would spend a great deal of time in bed giving them
attention, caressing, fondling and squeezing with his expert hands
before lowering his mouth to them to kiss, lick and sometimes even
bite gently. As these thoughts began to flow through her mind, her
fingertips began to gently imitate Jake's actions, pinching and
rubbing her large nipples. Lisa began to get very turned on. As she
teased herself her breath came faster and her legs began to drift
apart. Her clit began to tingle, demanding attention.  Abruptly, she
realized what was happening and pulled her hands away. What was she
doing? She scolded herself. How could she let herself slip this way,
after only three days?  She turned on her side and jammed her hand
under her pillow. Though she was excited and frustrated she tried to
put sexual thoughts out of her mind and go to sleep.  There was no way
Jake was going to win this thing.

    After a fitful night's sleep Wednesday dawned grey and raining.
Lisa slipped out of her PJs and went to the bathroom. She waited naked
while the water warmed for her shower. When it was steaming she
stepped in and sighed as the water cascaded over her body. This was
nice. She soaped her body with the luxurious bubbles, impatiently
stopping herself when she realized she was paying a bit more attention
than was wise to her breasts and pussy. When she was covered in suds
she glanced at the showerhead. It was a removable one with various
settings, from hard needle spray to gentle pulsation. She had used it
in the past to achieve wonderful orgasms, the warm jets of water
massaging her clit until she exploded with pleasure. She hesistated,
then reached up and removed it.  She turned the setting to pulse and
began to rinse the soap off her creamy skin. She paused when the
squirting jets reached her breasts, and concentrated the flow there
for a few moments. God that felt nice! Her big pink areolae began to
tighten and her nipples rose into hard little bumps. Lisa sighed and
her eyelids slowly closed. Her clit began to tingle again, and she
lowered the spray over her shapely stomach and down to her eager
pussy. As the steamy water began to massage her labia and clitoris
lust surged through her. She moaned in pleasure. She wanted to leave
the spray there, it wouldn't take long...  No! She couldn't do this!
Shaking, she replaced the showerhead and quickly washed her hair. She
grabbed a towel and stepped out to dry off, her knees still weakened
by desire. She was angry at herself for almost giving in to the
temptation. From now on the showerhead would stay in its holder. 
      Wednesday night Denise and Susan, two friends from work, came
over to Lisa's apartment and they spent the evening working on
paperwork and chatting. Lisa was grateful that she had something to
occupy herself with and take her mind off her body's desires. Another
benefit was that by the time the two of them left, she was so
exhausted that getting to sleep was no problem. She switched the phone
to voice-mail before going to bed, she didn't much feel like talking
to Jake anyway.  As soon as her head hit the pillow Lisa knew she
would sleep well this night. Tommorrow was Thursday, and that meant
only two days stood between her and Saturday night, when Jake would
return and become her slave. "This isn't so bad after all," she said
to herself.

      Thursday morning she awoke and took a very brief shower, then
walked naked to the full length mirror in the bedroom. She gazed at
herself and tried to tell if she was really gorgeous, as Jake often
said. She was five feet seven inches tall, with long blonde hair and
deep emerald eyes. Her tiny nose was set above a pair of very full,
pouty lips and small chin. She thought she was pretty, but wondered if
men really found her beautiful. She looked down a bit at her large
breasts with their pink nipples. Now there was something she was sure
men liked! She giggled and turned to the side. Her waist was slim and
her stomach toned from her many visits to the building health club at
work. She had long, shapely legs and rather small, arched feet.
Between her legs lay a small triangle of blonde hair, hiding her sex.
Lisa had no idea why she was paying this much attention to herself,
but she turned her back on the mirror to get a view of her ass, which
was small and tight. She went up on tiptoe and watched the muscles
contract.  Suddenly she glanced at the clock. 8:15! She was going to
have to hurry. She turned away from the mirror and went to do her
makeup, surprised to see her nipples were hard again. She sighed. Her
body was giving her hints. She still felt very tense and uneasy, even
worse than the day before. It had now been five days without an
orgasm, longer than any time since she was fifteen. Jake always joked
that blondes had a high sex drive, and Lisa now began to suspect that
he was right. She noticed her hands shaking slightly as she applied
powder and blush. How unusual. Her clit was buzzing annoyingly, it
almost felt like an itch. She ignored it and went to get dressed.  She
picked a very sexy lace bra and panties set, one that she usually wore
only on special occasions. She loved the feel of lace, so delicate and
sensual. She let her hand roam over her breast, feeling the cool
material rub against her still-hard nipple. Enough of that! She
decided to wear thigh-high stockings and a pretty white blouse. To
complete the ensemble she chose a black skirt. After slipping it on
she frowned - it was a bit too short for the office. She glanced at
the clock again and shrugged. No one would care, she supposed, and it
was late.  Lisa eyed a pair of fashionable sandals, but at the last
moment slipped her feet into a pair of black high-heeled pumps
instead. She walked back to the mirror and examined her appearance.
She hoped she looked ok...there really was no time to make changes.
Collecting her purse and business attache she glanced around and left
for work.
     That day at work was difficult. First of all she couldn't
concentrate as well as usual. She found herself asking her boss to
repeat things as her mind wandered into various fantasies. She
imagined humiliating Jake that weekend, how she would get back at him
for this torture. But gradually her thoughs shifted to making love to
him, and finally to just having an orgasm any way possible. She
thought of sneaking to the ladies' room and locking herself in one of
the stalls. Then slipping her hand inside her panties and rubbing and
touching the right spots until she finally got some relief. She could
put one leg up on the paper dispenser for better access to her pussy.
It would have to be done quietly, but Lisa had experience doing this
at her dorm during university. She could usually keep her orgasmic
noises to a low moan or two. She also imagined going to the health
club at lunchtime, working out and then slipping into the shower room
and pulling the curtain. Then she could m!  ake up for the very quick
dunk she had taken that morning with a long hot shower and some
much-needed self-pleasure.  In reality, she did neither. She avoided
the club at lunch, and when in the ladies room she was on guard
against any unnecessary caresses and touches. She managed to get most
of her work done despite her achy nipples and tense, unfulfilled body.
She also noticed she was flirting with the men in the office, and
caught herself walking with an exaggerated swaying of the hips several
times. The guys seemed to notice her outfit as well, she saw them
staring throughout the day. She was angry at her lapse of judgement
that morning. Was it a case of her body sending her more urgent
requests for sex?
     That night Jake called early. It was 7 O'clock and Lisa was still
finishing up loose ends from the day's business, glad for the
opportunity to take her mind off other things.  "How's everything?" he
asked immediately. "Do you have anything to tell me?" Lisa's anger
flared. "No! I'm doing fine." "Oh really?" He sounded as if he was
doubting her. "No problems at all with that hot, sexy body of yours?"
He laughed.  "No," she lied. "You shouldn't have made the bet. I'm
going to make you regret it!" "We'll see, honey. You still have until
Saturday night to slip up and cum." Lisa changed the subject by asking
about Jake's relatives and how he was enjoying the get-together. In
reality she had no real desire to talk to him. She was frustrated and
irritable, and angry with him for tricking her into agreeing to this
stupid bargain.  When she hung up the phone she decided she needed to
relax. She went to the bathroom and began to fill the tub. She
undressed and added some of the rich, aromatic bubblebath Jake had
given her for her last birthday. When the tub was filled she tested it
with her toes and then sunk into the hot steamy water. Yes! This is
what she needed. Lisa felt tension flow out of her muscles as the
warmth penetrated her. She gently soaped herself up and lay back.
After a few minutes she began to feel very sexy. Usually she would
have two or three orgasms in the tub, and it was only natural for her
body to expect it now, but she had to refuse it. She sighed softly in
frustration. She was a sexy blonde with a great body, in a tub full of
luxurious bubbles, yet she couldnt touch herself. Well, she corrected,
she could touch but she wasn't allowed to cum. Smiling naughtily, she
placed her hands on her large, slippery breasts and began to squeeze
and fondle them. Any man would kill for a chance to be able to do
this, she thought.  Her nipples were hard and soapy. She raised one
leg out of the water and admired it, pointing her toes. She placed her
heel on the rim of the bathtub. Her pussy was now demanding attention.
She hesitated, biting her lip in restraint. Slowly one hand slid off
her breast, fingertips coming to rest cautiously very near her
tingling clitoris.  This was dangerous, she knew, but she thought if
she just touched a bit and then stopped it would be okay. Her fingers
found her love-button and she stroked it gently for the first time in
five days. She was shocked at her response. She knew she was close to
orgasm already. Her back arched as she continued to rub in rhythmic
circles around her clit and inner lips. She felt weak and incredibly
aroused. Her eyes were drifting closed but she forced them open.
Slowly she stopped her hand. If she went much further she would be
past the point of no return. She needed to switch to something else to
avoid an orgasm. Reluctantly, she moved her fingers off her clit and
down to her vaginal opening. She slid one and then two fingers into
her wet, slippery hole. She moaned with pleasure. It felt just enough
like sex to be teasing without being satisfying. She opened her legs
farther by hanging her foot over the side of the tub. Water and suds
dripped onto the floor from her toes, bu!  t sh e didn't care.  With
one hand she pinched and pulled at her nipple while her other hand
worked into her pussy, in and out. Her sex-deprived body was
incredibly horny. Slowly, almost against her will her hand slid once
more to her clit, Lisa feeling helpless to stop it. "Oh my God, I need
it so much." she thought.   Just then the phone rang. The loud beeping
shocked her lust-clouded mind back into focus. Fuck, she had almost
blown it!! She used the phone's insistent ringing as a convenient
excuse to climb weakly out of the bath and out of danger. She grabbed
a towel and made it to the phone to find it was Denise, calling to
clarify a few things for her boss's presentation the next morning. By
the time they had finished their conversation Lisa was back in
control. She was angry with herself for allowing the bath to get out
of hand. She donned a satin teddy and decided to retire early.
Getting to sleep was a problem with her irritated clit, but she
managed to keep her hands away and eventually she drifted off. She
dreamed of making love to Jake and awoke just as horny the next
morning.

       It was Friday, and the horrible ordeal was almost over. Only a
day and a half left. Lisa was on a sort of cruise control as she
dressed and drove to work. She went through the motions all day,
unable to really focus her mind on any of the multitude of tasks she
was assigned. Mr. Renford, her boss, even asked her if she was feeling
ok because she looked "peaked". She laughed and assured him nothing
was wrong.  Nothing that a good four or five orgasms couldn't fix,
anyway! She had never imagined that going a week without one would be
this difficult. Her sexy body was practically begging her to break her
promise to Jake and give it what it wanted.  After work Lisa went
home. She changed from her work clothes to a sweater and jeans and
sunk into the sofa. She checked her voice mail and found Jake had left
a message: he wasn't going to be able to call that night, but he would
be arriving back in the city at seven PM Saturday. There was no need
for her to meet him, he already had arranged a ride to their apartment
from the airport. He loved her and looked forward to learning the
outcome of their little game. He wished her luck.  That jerk! He had
no idea what it was like for her! She fidgeted with the remote and
attempted to lose herself in the TV screen. Her clit was tingling
again and she could feel the wetness of her panties. Her thoughts were
full of naughty images and ideas. She tried to push them out, telling
herself she was being silly. She was a grown woman, not a
hormone-filled teenage girl. She should be able to deny herself
without this much trouble. What was wrong with her? People didn't need
sex like they did food and water. She wasn't going to die if she
didn't cum in a week. Hell, two weeks should be no problem.   Lisa
laughed. Yeah, right. The idea of waiting another week was totally
ridiculous. There was no way she could hold out one day past Saturday.
But she didn't have to, did she? As soon as Jake got home he would
screw her brains out. He'd better, anyway, if he knew what was good
for him! Plus, she would get the added pleasure of making him her
slave on Sunday, and she already had plans for that day.  She spread
her legs apart and undid her jeans. She slipped a hand into her
panties and felt the moisture gathering there. She should change them,
but a fresh pair would get just as wet in moments. As she examined
herself her fingertips brushed her clit and she caught her breath. It
was so sensitive! Little electric tingles seemed to radiate outward
from it. Her fingers rested against it and pressed gently. Slowly she
began to rub. It felt fantastic, and she moaned. Quickly she pulled
her hand out of there and buttoned her pants. She knew she couldn't
jeopardize her plans by giving in, but she had never denied herself
for anywhere near this long. She crossed her legs to decrease
temptation and tried to lose herself in a movie. The love scenes made
her breasts ache to be touched. Maybe, as Jake sometimes said,
blondes really did need it more?  It was Friday and only 9 o'clock,
but Lisa decided to go to sleep. She knew Susan or Denise might want
to go dancing or to a comedy club, but she just didn't feel up to it
and didn't call them.                                 The only thing
she wanted was for Saturday night to arrive, as quickly as possible.

	  She awoke with a start from a fantastic erotic dream. Jake
had been there with her, under the covers and slowly eating her pussy.
She had writhed in pleasure, moaning and twisting as his expert tongue
licked and teased. Just as she was sure she would climax her eyes shot
open and she was alone in the dark, sweaty and hot and frustrated. The
red digits on her alarm radio informed her it was 3:37 AM.   Her
nipples were rock-hard, so she rubbed them a bit and sighed. The night
wasn't over yet. Still four hours until dawn, and she didn't much feel
like sleeping. Lisa knew it was dangerous to tease herself in the
condition she was in, but she couldn't resist. She gently cupped her
breasts and rubbed her palms against her nipples. The lace camisole
she wore brushed her areolae, causing them to tighten even further.
Under the sheets, her legs moved apart. A wet spot was growing on her
sexy white panties.  Lisa paused. She didn't want to accidentally
climax, so she decided she would only play with her breasts, and keep
her hands away from anywhere else. She pinched her nipples, twisting
gently and then flicking them with her fingertips. She moaned softly.
This was too much...she was so hot, damn it her body needed to cum!
Her hand slowly crept downward. She stopped at her stomach for a
moment, but her nipples were sending electric pulses of desire to her
clit. Her hand continued its journey. Her legs were now far apart and
her toes touched the bed as her hand arrived at her soaked pussy. She
bit her lip in resistance, mustering her self-control. Her fingertips
ran through her blonde pubic hair and reacher her swollen clit. She
had to stop this.  She pulled her hand away and moved the left one off
her breast. She clenched her fists and tried to think of something,
anything but her desire. It was no use, within moments her fingers
were resting against her soft breasts again, kneading and squeezing
the sensitve orbs of soft female flesh. She knew if she stayed in the
bed she would cum. Desperately, she swung her legs off and put her
feet on the floor. She rose unsteadily and went to the kitchen. She
was so tense, so aroused. She started coffee and sat at the table.
This was absolutely the hardest thing she had ever done.   Lisa was
angry, full of tension, and completely horny. But now that she was out
of bed she found she could control herself at least a little while
longer. She tossed her blonde hair and spat a curse at Jake. Wait
until I get him!!

	Saturday morning! Lisa felt tired after the few short hours of
sleep she had managed during the night, but that was ok. If she was
tired maybe she wouldn't be so tempted to reach down there between her
legs, slide her hand under the lacy band of her panties, part her
pink, wet lips and...  "Stop it!" she snapped at herself. Why did
every thought seem to turn to her sex-starved body?   Methodically,
she showered and dressed. She wore a black mini, black silk bra and
panties, and her sexiest heels. She wanted to look really good when
Jake came home.  The day passed uneventfully. Lisa managed to keep her
hands off herself and her mind off sex. She ordered Chinese food,
watched television, and called a few friends. By late afternoon she
was so tense, however, that she paced the floor of the apartment,
waiting for her soon-to-be-enslaved boyfriend to walk through the
door.

       And now it was 7PM, her wait almost over. She had been trying
to read a junky sci-fi novel, but she gave up and tossed it on the
coffee table. Why wasn't he here yet? She was going crazy. A week
without an orgasm! Her body had not been designed for that. She was
incredibly horny.  Lisa squirmed in the soft chair, trying in vain to
get comfortable. Her panties were drenched and her face was flushed.
Her breasts felt heavy and sore, and her pussy was hotter than she
could ever remember it being. Her hands wanted to drift down there,
but she held back. Soon this would be over!

      She had one leg over the arm of her chair, shoe dangling from
her toes. Her skirt was pulled up and her hand was slowly pressing on
her pussy. She needed to wait, but she felt like she would explode if
she didn't orgasm soon. Seven o'clock seemed like an eternity ago,
where was Jake? Her fingers slipped into her panties and to her hot
cleft. It had been so long, so very long. She rubbed against her clit
and slid one finger down and inside her wet vagina. Her body tensed as
she entered, and she let out a long sigh which turned into a moan. She
had had enough, there was no way her sexy blonde pussy could wait any
longer. Her hand was soaked from the juices flowing down there after
the weeklong cum-fast. To Hell with Jake and his stupid bet. She began
to stroke herself, felt the first of no doubt many incredibly intense
orgasms begin to build.   A car pulled up at the house.  Lisa pulled
her dress down quickly. He was here, thank fuck! She had to hurry.
Rising on unteady legs Lisa walked to the bedroom. She had purchased a
little surprise Friday, one which she now retrieved. She was very weak
in the knees, but managed to get back to the living room just as keys
jangled in the door lock. She hoped she looked okay, with her
rock-hard nipples poking through her blouse, flushed face and hair
that had been completely messed in the throes of passion.   The door
opened and Jake walked in, a look of smug satisfaction on his handsome
face. Although Lisa's body wanted to be flat on its back, she forced
herself to remain standing and smile. She held up her little surprise.
Jake's expression changed from self-assured grin to bewilderment and
finally shock as he recognized both Lisa's unfulfilled state and the
object she held in her hand.  "Welcome back, honey," Lisa said
happily, still holding the studded collar and leash.  "I've been
waiting for you!"

     
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