The next morning

Eliza awoke to the sun streaming through her bedroom window. She realized she no longer had her phone and there was no alarm in the room. When was she supposed to wake? She sat up in bed and saw a card had been placed under her door. She shivered as she walked. She was still turned on from last night. But she knew she wasn’t to touch herself. And something in her felt so right following orders like that. She opened the note card and read.

Eliza, I’d like to see you in something red today. Find me downstairs once you’re dressed. Don’t forget your new plug.

She glanced up at her closet. She had a good number of red options to choose from. That must be Sir’s favorite color. She washed up and reinserted her butt plug. She winced again as the bulb entered her, but found it slightly more comfortable than yesterday. She relished the feeling of it rubbing inside her. The extra sensation was driving her already stimulated body wild. She selected a bra and panties set: a mesh fabric with little flowers embroidered on it.

She made her way downstairs and saw Sir reading the newspaper in his living room. He didn’t seem to notice her, so she coughed slightly and he looked up.

“Ah, good morning, Eliza. Come over here.” He folded his newspaper and set it aside.

Eliza dutifully followed his command.

“Bend over, let me check you.”

She placed her hands on the coffee table and presented herself to her mentor. She was acutely aware of how well he could see her juices already soaking through the panties she’d chosen for the day. And the winking gem of her butt plug was on full display. His hand slid between her legs and parted them. She readjusted her stance and he ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh. She shivered. He traced her slit with one finger, gently finding her clit through the fabric.

“You’ve been a good girl. Well done.”

“Thank you sir.”

“I think I have a reward in mind.”