Tilly's week of freedom

Tilly woke up to the sun streaming into her bedroom. She smiled and opened her eyes slowly. She'd slept in. Without Taskmaster there was no need to get up so early. She rolled over and checked her phone. 9:21. Wow. And no message from Taskmaster chewing her out. In fact...that gave her an idea.

She slipped her hands under the covers she shimmied out of her panties. Soon her fingers were exploring, sending shivers down her spine. She brought herself to orgasm the old fashioned way once, before getting another idea. Her foray into bondage hadn't been entirely voluntary, but it had opened her up to new things. She got off the bed and pulled out the chest of bondage equipment. She pulled out a spreader bar and a vibrator. She was about to get back up when she saw a roll of tape. She grabbed that too.

Back on the bed she locked her ankles to the bar, forcing them apart. Then she turned the vibrator on and used the tape to tie it to her leg, just pushing against her slit. She closed her eyes and pawed her breasts and the vibrator teased her over and over. She closed her eyes and suddenly pictured Anita standing over her, whip in hand. She immediately opened her eyes and looked around...why did she picture Anita? She was dating Sam...right....

She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She decided to stop...but she'd taped over the control for the vibrator. She sat up and tried to get her fingers under the edge of the tape, but doing so pushed the vibrator closer and she had to stop as the pleasure became too intense. She fell back to the bed as an orgasm ripped through her. She tried a few more times but she just couldn't get her fingers under the tape and her clit was getting so sensitive that she was struggling to focus.

Another orgasm. And another. And another. Eventually the battery died and she was left covered in sweat, her heart racing. Without the vibrator to distract her she was finally able to undo the tape and pull it away. Then she realized her other mistake. She'd left the key to the spreader bar in the chest on the floor. She had to flip onto her stomach and crawl to the edge of the bed. Then she was just able to reach into the box and eventually she found the key. Finally she freed herself.

She checked the time again. Shit. She was going to be late, she'd promised Emi she'd be there at noon. She just had time to grab a shower before throwing on some clothes and rushing out. She didn't have time for breakfast so she grabbed some fast food on the way. She was a little bit late, but Emi forgive her. Today Emi was training her on products and the cash so they'd be ready to re-open the store tomorrow.

After a day of learning with Emi she was tired. She had messages from both Anita and Sam, both of them wanting to hang out. She decided she didn't feel like it and made plans with both of them for later in the week instead. Emi suggested they order a pizza and go over their plans for tomorrow one more time, and she agreed. After eating relatively healthy for a while it tasted amazing. She ate more than half of that delicious greasy pizza herself before finally saying bye to Emi.

It was a long way home and she was tired. Plus she now had a job and steady income. She called a cab, rather than walk home. She decided not to stay up late, she had to work tomorrow after all, but she did relax by catching up on some trashy reality tv. All in all, it had been a really good day.

The rest of the week went pretty well. She didn't sleep in every day, but she didn't wake up earlier than she had to either. Emi didn't care how she dressed for the job, as long as she showed up. Tilly got into the habit of hitting the shower immediately after waking up, throwing on some clothes, and grabbing a bagel and coffee on the way to work. Taking a cab would be pretty costly, so she bought herself a bus pass and commuted that way instead.

Working in a sex shop was...interesting. Most people just treated it like any other shop. Tilly would direct customers to the stuff they were looking for, answer questions about the product, ring up sales at the cash. All pretty normal. Of course there were lots of people who were extremely awkward to. People who whispered or spelled out what they were looking for with bright pink faces. People who kept looking over their shoulders hoping nobody saw them. People who just seemed embarrassed to be there.

Those first groups were all great to deal with and represented the majority of her customers. The third group though...she mentally labeled them, the pervs, they were awful. There were a few cases of straight out sexual harassment, and thankfully Emi had her back and banned them from the store, but most were more subtle. It was the weird looks and crude comments that creeped her out. Worse she quickly discovered what magically enhanced sales looked like.

Lots of the pervs would ask for her help. She didn't mind showing them were to find 'the largest butt plug she had' or 'crotchless panties for my lady'. That was relatively normal, even if they asked in a gross way. What she minded was, 'Oh you're about my girlfriend's size. Would you try it on for me?'. The correct answer was No fucking way, but the magic had other ideas. As a magically good saleswoman she often found herself compelled to agree. At least every time she had to show off in skimpy lingerie or rigid handcuffs she did make the sale. Emi was actually impressed, Tilly was more than making up for her salary with those additional sales.

She did get together with Anita once. They went to a movie in theatres and had a great time. Tilly overindulged with popcorn and soda, but it was a special treat after all.

She did see Sam too. Sam took her out one night to a fancy French Restaurant. After dinner Sam brought Tilly back to her place for a bottle of wine and mind blowing sex. The hangover made work the next day a little more challenging, but it was totally worth it to Tilly. She still wasn't sure if her and Sam were long term or not, but right now she was enjoying her company. She was smart, funny, passionate. If she'd been a man Tilly knew she wouldn't have the same hesitation, but she couldn't help herself.

As her week of freedom neared it's end Tilly felt great. She thought her life was pretty great, she'd proven she didn't need the Taskmaster anymore. At least, that's what she thought. Taskmaster watched everything she did. Even though it didn't intervene, it saw. It was a creation of magic and didn't have true sentience. It was like a complicated artificial intelligence, powered by magic instead of code. It didn't experience emotion and couldn't be swayed by it. It didn't care if Tilly thought she was happy or not. It simply judged her actions by her own goals. It wasn't disappointed, because it couldn't be. In fact if it could experience emotions it would be happy right now. After all when Tilly no longer needed it, it would cease to exist. And right now it saw it would be around for a long, long time.