I've been somewhat remiss in posting this..

..it's languished in my draft folder for over a week, so let's just pretend that it was posted on the 12th, shall we?

FYI, there are few things more awkward than texting a coworker and trying to explain that you've been ordered to ask if they would be willing to spank you. 

Parse *that* sentence out.  :)

Sadly, I was rebuffed.  And I say sadly not only because I could really, really, REALLY use a good spanking, but also because my coworker is absolutely built for such things.  Such lovely hands.. it doesn't take much effort at all on my part to imagine just how they'd feel on my skin.. not just spanking, but lots and lots of other naughty things as well. I don't get much work done when he's around, in case you couldn't tell.

So, for now, it's a no to the spanking.  However, as awkward as the initial question was, it did lead to a nice little text exchange between he and I.  Starting with some very complimentary words about my blog (don't look at me like that- it made explaining the whole Master thing a LOT easier), and progressing to.. well.  Let's just say that I was grateful for two things during our conversation- one, that I had a nice thick blanket to hide what I was doing, and two, that I can text one-handed.  Because when the questions started on how I'd like to be fucked in a threesome, I couldn't help asking him if he minded me playing with myself while we talked.

He was, as you can imagine, okay with that.

I took a risk toward the end of the conversation.. well, to be fair, the entire exchange had been one risk after another on my part, because he *could* have reacted poorly to my initial request, but this was a biggie.. and begged him to tell me to come for him.

Clearly the gods were feeling benevolent that day.

The Master tells me to come, and I do; partly out of extreme arousal (it's the accent, I'm almost convinced of it), and partly because he's gotten quite good at recognizing the shifts in my breathing that signal the point of no return.  My coworker obviously had/has no such tricks up his sleeve, but let me be completely honest here, dear readers- I received that simple, three-word text, and it knocked me into an orgasm strong enough to rival any I've had in recent memory.  Pity he wasn't able to hear it first-hand.

Damn his moral compass.  :)

I'm almost tempted to pass along my coworker's contact information to the Master, just to see if he can be more convincing (and indeed, who knows better than I how convincing the Master can be?).  Perhaps 'I want you to spank my pet for me' will prove to be less awkward than 'My Master ordered me to ask you if you'd be willing to spank me on his behalf.'  What do you think, darlings?