Under the Mask

[SexyVita]

Liz couldn't help a wicked smile on her face as Maura came in the elevator, only her white knuckle grip on the rail keeping her knees from buckling under her. She wiped the grin quickly off her face though. She was already playing this more dangerously than she'd intended to, and she wasn't ready to give up the game just yet. She did flick the vibrator off, however.

"Maura, are you sure you're alright?" Liz said, putting as much concern in her voice as she could. "You look flushed, like you might have a fever."

When Maura assured her that she was fine, Liz said, "Well, if you start feeling worse, you should probably go home." Liz knew it was unlikely that Maura would leave the office on a Monday, no matter how she was feeling. Mondays were crazy busy at the paper, and Maura, as a journalist, would have important meetings to attend off and on all day. "Well, try to have a good day!" Liz said cheerfully as she stepped from the elevator.

Liz had a bit of trouble concentrating on her work that day, but certainly not as much as Maura would. Liz kept her cell phone on the desk beside her and turned it on or off occasionally and fiddled with the intensity and vibration pattern, but never long enough for Maura to orgasm again. She also waited to turn on the internal vibrator, not using it until the afternoon. Liz wasn't entirely sure what Maura's schedule was, but she knew that there were usually important meetings in the afternoon.

 

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Maura had never been so embarrassed in her life as when she came right there in the elevator. Or…at least she thought she had never until she had to go through her day with an orgasm threatening to wash over her at the worst possible time.

As soon as she had reached the floor where her cubicle was located, Maura had dashed into the bathroom. Her panties were completely soaked through and there was no salvaging them. So, Maura had wrapped them in toilet paper and shoved them into her toiletry bag to wash when she got home. Now she had to go about her day, sans underwear, the vibrator going off and on at random intervals to the point where Maura considered going home early under the pretense of benign sick. At least her flushed skin and heavy breathing could be passed off as a fever if needed.

She tried to focus on writing up her story, but between the dirty memories and the vibrator, Maura could barely sit in her chair to concentrate. She had dashed off to the bathroom several times already, thinking she was about to come again. Only for the vibrations against her clit to end and give her some reprieve.

Now it was after lunch and Maura had managed to write at least half of her article. But now she had to go into the weekly meeting with the whole lifestyles section and the editor. She just prayed that nothing would happen during that meeting. The last thing she needed was to come right in the middle of all her coworkers and the top editor.

 

[SexyVita]

By mid afternoon, Liz was curious how long Maura could hold off her orgasm. She'd done quite well this morning, though that might have had more to do with orgasms during the night that Liz suspected but didn't know about for sure. After a day of edging, though, Maura might not last as long. She started as she had before, with just the clitoral vibrator, easing the intesity up a bit at a time from low to medium. This time she started with just a constant steady vibration instead of the pattern from earlier.

Liz let the vibrator buzz away on Maura's clit for several minutes before she engaged the internal vibrator for the first time that day. She started it out low, a rumble compared to the other vibrator's buzz and a intermittent pattern of long pulses. She knew these would throb against Maura g-spot and be extremely distracting. Again she left it there for several minutes. She wanted Maura to be really stewing before she came.

She pictured Maura, maybe at her desk, or better in a meeting, pressing her legs together like she had this morning in the lobby, her juices soaking her panties, maybe even her skirt, leaving a dark stain that everyone would be able to see. She imagined Maura too weak in the knees to stand up, completely at Liz's mercy, biting her lip trying to keep from making a sound. Liz smirked. Even if her imagination was way off base, it was a delightful fantasy and her own panties were getting moist as a result.

When she figured Maura was ready, she pushed up the intensity of the internal vibrator. It would still be rumbly, but the vibrations would be stronger and a bit faster. Again she held the vibrations there for a bit, picturing Maura squirming in her chair, valiantly trying, but failing, to control the moans escaping her mouth. And then finally, she switched both vibrators to the 3-short, 1-long pulse pattern, but out of sync with each other, so one was doing the 3-short while the other the 1-long. Even with both vibrators just on a medium setting, she couldn't imagine Maura holding out long. Liz wondered if she'd squirt and wished she could be there to see it.

 

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Taking her seat at the far end of the long conference table, Maura breathed a sigh of relief that the vibrator was currently still, giving her a brief reprieve from the constant edging. Her thighs felt sticky with her arousal, a side effect of going commando after her orgasm that morning had made it impossible to wear her panties. She shifted in her seat, hoping that nobody could detect the scent of sex that lingered around her.

“Hey, Maura, I heard you were on assignment last night. How did it go?” Luke, one of her fellow low-men-on-the-totem-pole sat next to her, leaning in slightly to be heard over the buzz of conversation going on around them.

“It was…interesting.” Maura mused, thinking back to her encounter with Mistress Elle and praying to all that was holy that the devilish woman would not turn on the vibrator during her meeting. But something about the idea of holding off yet another orgasm while surrounded by her coworkers made Maura’s pussy clench tight around the vibe inside her, her stomach knotting in a delicious way.

Hmmm, best not to think about that too much, she thought.

“Your assignment was so secretive, you’ve gotta let me know what it was.” Luke sends her a smile that could drop panties all over Manhattan, Maura’s included if she was wearing any.

She gives him a teasing, secretive smile in return. “Sorry, Luke, my lips are sealed until the article comes out.” Maura mimed zipping her lips shut, a move that drew Luke’s gaze to her full mouth and, oh god was he checking her out? Maura clenched her thighs together, trying to ease the pressure that his gaze sent zinging straight to her core.

“Maybe I could try to get it out of you…say, at dinner tonight?”

Dear god the man was sin on legs and, if Maura didn’t have a boyfriend she would have jumped at the chance. As it was, her skin flushed at his attention and -

“Oh!” She gave a slight jump as the vibrator began to pulse against her clit. The vibration a steady rhythm against her already sensitive clit.

“Sorry, if that was too forward.” Luke quickly apologized, unaware that her surprise was at the sudden hit of vibration and not his invitation.

“No, it’s not that.” She adjusted in her seat, trying to give her clit some distance from the vibrator. The movement only served to move the vibration against the side of her clit, making her bite her lip to keep back a moan. “It’s just, I…I have a boyfriend.” She gave Luke a shy smile and shrug.

“Oh, yea, sure.” Luke nodded and quickly turned back to the front of the room as the editor walked in.

The older gentleman called them all to order as he took his seat and Maura closed her eyes, willing away the orgasm that threatened to breach her defenses as the intensity of the vibrator increased.

Several, agonizing minutes passed and Maura didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. She had been edging for so long and her body was desperate for release. Her clit ached from the constant attention to the point it was nearly painful, but Maura could not give in. Not now. Not at that moment. Not when she was surrounded by people.

And then Mistress Elle, that evil, wonderful, devious woman turned on the internal vibration and Maura had to grip her chair to keep from springing up out of it at the pleasure that coursed through her body. Her pussy began to clench tight as the two ends of the vibrator worked together to drive her to the very brink of sanity. She squirmed in her seat, trying to adjust herself, to find a position that didn’t have her struggling to control her breathing.

“You ok?” Luke leaned over and whispered as the team went through upcoming and ongoing assignments.

“Mmmhmm.” Was all she could manage in response, her lips pressed firmly together and her eyes focused straight ahead as she tried to keep from panting and moaning. The wetness between her thighs was unbearable and she was fairly sure that if she stood up or unclenched her legs, the vibrator would slide right out of her.

“And…finally, Maura. Your undercover assignment. I’ve read your first draft and it was quite…titillating.” Mr. Dean, the editor, turned his attention to Maura, along with the rest of the lifestyle staff. “I’d like to hold off on publishing until we can get a few more articles written. We’ll put them out as a series. You are good to continue the assignment I assume.”

Just then, the pulse of the two vibrating ends shifted, the vibrations at odds with each other. It was the final push Maura needed. She drew in a ragged breath.

“God yes!” She groaned out as her pussy clamped down, her orgasm shuddering through her. Toes curling inside her heels, fingers gripping the seat of her chair for dear life as she came hard.

“Okay…” Mr. Dean drew out the word, one eyebrow arched as he and everyone else in the room witnessed Maura’s orgasm. “I’m very glad to see you so…enthusiastic about this assignment.”

Everyone in the room chuckled, some giving Maura knowing looks. Out of the corner of her eye, Maura noticed Luke eyeing her skirt, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. Her skin burned hot as Mr. Dean adjourned the meeting.

“You coming, Maura?” Luke asked, placing special emphasis on the word “coming”, as he stood and gathered his things along with the rest of their coworkers.

“Um…yea, in a minute.” Maura breathed, unsure she would be able to stand just yet.

 

[SexyVita]

Liz gave Maura the rest of the afternoon off except to occasionally turn the vibrator on high for just a few seconds every once in a while, just to startle her. She had planned to wait until Maura was home to really play with her again, but there was always the possibility that Maura would take the vibrator out after she got home. Liz, as Mistress Elle, had told her to keep it in "all day," but Liz wasn't sure how Maura would interperate that, so she decided maybe it would be better to have some more fun before Maura reached home, "Just in case."

But Liz really wanted to watch this one. It was risky, because she didn't want Maura to make the connection between Liz and Mistress Elle quite yet, but she decided it was worth it. Liz left work just a bit early and she headed to the subway station that Maura used to get home. She'd taken advantage of the fact that the day was a bit cool to put on her wind jacket before leaving work and once at the station she pulled the hood up so that her face was slightly concealed. She found a spot where she could watch for Maura to arrive but that Maura wasn't likely to spot her. The platform was busy with commuters heading home and it was fairly easy to hide in the crowd.

When Liz spotted Maura coming down the stairs, she breathed a sigh of relief. Getting to the station before Maura had been a bit of a gamble, but if Maura had chosen to take a taxi home, it wasn't like Liz would have shared it with her anyway. And this way, Maura wouldn't have noticed Liz following her out of the building and down the street. Maura seemed distracted anyway, so Liz was able to get close behind her on the platform. When the train pulled in, Maura stepped aboard and went to the left, towards the front of the train and so Liz went right. She was lucky to find a seat facing forward and when she looked up, Maura was standing only a few feet in front of her, apparently for lack of anywhere to sit. Luckily, she was facing the other way and didn't notice Liz.

Liz dug out her phone and waited until doors had closed and the train started moving before activating the g-spot vib on a low rummble. With all the stops and the not quite a straight line route the subway took, Liz figured they had at least twenty minutes, maybe longer, before Maura's stop. So Liz figured there was no reason not to take her time. She played with Maura, sometimes using just one of the two vibrators and sometimes both, varying the speeds and vibration patterns frequently, but never quite letting Maura reach orgasm.

 

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Maura breathed a sigh as she made her way onto the crowded subway. The end of the day was near and soon she could take the vibrator out and have a reprieve from the relentless edging that she had had to endure all day.

After her intense orgasm in the middle of her meeting, Maura had spent the rest of the afternoon hiding in her cubicle. The vibrator had stayed fairly quiet, aside from a jolt every now and then. Maura felt relatively safe now, perhaps Mistress Elle had tired of the game. Either way, Maura was grateful to go home, clean up, and get some rest.

The train was crowded as Maura searched for an empty spot. The seats were all taken, so Maura gripped the handrail and dug her phone out of her purse. Scrolling through to her Kindle app, Maura pulled up her current ebook and settled in for a typical commute.

As the train started moving, Maura lost herself in the familiar rhythm, letting her book draw her in to the point where the world around her fell away.

“Oh!” A gasp escaped her lips, the phone nearly slipping from her hands as the g-spot vibe began a low, steady rumble. She bit her lip, adjusting her stance, trying to ease the vibration. But it was useless as the vibration began to increase, a steady pulse hitting up against her clit as the g-spot vibe increased its speed. Glancing around the train, Maura prayed that nobody realized why she was shifting in her spot, her thighs pressing together. Her heart began to pound rapidly as she could feel the pressure building between her legs.

Not now. Oh god, not now, she prayed silently. It was bad enough to come in the middle of a meeting, but to do so in the middle of a crowded subway car? Maura’s skin heated, the flush creeping up the back of her neck and up her face.

Just as the feeling built to the point she didn’t think she could handle it anymore, the vibrations eased and Maura drew in a shaky breath. Several minutes passed, perhaps she was in the clear? Glancing around the train car, Maura let herself relax slightly. Nobody was watching her. Thank god for the self-centered nature of New Yorkers. Everybody was absorbed in their own phones as the subway sped down the dark tunnel.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, swaying with the subway. Her phone buzzed in her hand as a text came through.

Dinner at 7:30. Meet you there.

The boyfriend. Probably the only person Maura knew who used proper spelling and punctuation in a text message.

The usual place? She texted back. God was their relationship boring. Maura couldn’t remember the last time they had done something sporadic or changed up their routine. Yesterday, the routine had been comforting to Maura. She liked safe and predictable. But last night, with Mistress Elle had changed something. Maura didn’t want the same thing again and again. She wanted something new, something different. She wanted something that challenged her and pushed her out of her comfort zone. She wanted -

“Fuck!” She squealed as the vibrator came on, sending rapid pulses against her clit with an intensity that had her nearly doubling over.

Several heads swung to look her way, the native New Yorkers not even bothering to glance up from their phones. The little old lady sitting in front of her sent Maura a withering glare. As quickly as they started the vibrations stopped.

Mistress Elle was teasing her and, despite her embarrassment, Maura couldn’t help but crave more. The teasing continued for the remainder of the ride, the vibrations coming and going. Sometimes rapid and so intense that Maura doubted she would last. Other times slow and teasing and bringing her just to the brink. The woman knew how to push Maura’s buttons in a way that made her desperate. If only Maura could see her, talk to her, beg her for release.

Finally, she was nearing her stop, the train slowing to ease into the station before coming to an abrupt stop. As she worked to right herself after stumbling into the man standing next to her with a mumbled “sorry,” the vibrator turned back on, both the g-spot and clit vibration, intense and demanding. Gasping, Maura pressed her thighs together. She could do this, she could wait this out until she got off the subway and could race to her apartment less than a block away.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a disabled train ahead. Crews are working to get it moved and, as soon as they do, we will be pulling into the stop.” The overhead speaker crackled, the words barely discernible.

No, no, no! Maura’s brain screamed as she white knuckled the pole. Her knees began to shake and, as if Mistress Elle wanted to prove what a twisted sadist she was, the vibrations cranked all the way to the top. She rested her head against the cool metal of the pole, trying to ease the inferno inside her.

“Fuck.” She whimpered as her clit throbbed, her pussy clenching tight to the vibrator. She didn’t have to look to know that people were staring at her, watching as she fell apart right there in the middle of the subway car. She could feel the man next to her pressing closer, there was a brush of fingertips against her thigh, just below the hemline of her skirt. The skin to skin contact was all she needed and, as the train josteled to a start and pulled into the station, Maura came with a cry of pleasure that had the old woman in front of her wide-eyed and judging.

 

[SexyVita]

Watching Maura squirm trying to keep herself from coming was delicious. It was like watching someone who desperately needed to pee and was no where near a bathroom. For the most part, the commuters around her ignored her in perfect New York City style, but for Liz, who knew the reason that Maura was wiggling and gripping the pole like it was the only thing holding her up, it was very arousing.

Liz rarely considered her own needs during a scene, but this was different. Nearly all her experience with being a Domme had been at the club, or at the occasional private party to which a club member had invited her. While she sometimes had sex as part of a scene, she often didn't and only took care of herself afterwards. But watching Maura, she started to squeeze her legs together in a way that stimulated her clit.

Eventually Maura's reactions started to draw attention, even from the city natives. Even in New York it wasn't every day that a woman started moaning in pleasure in the middle of a crowded subway car. She got one or two dissaproving looks, several sly smiles from people that had probably figured out what was happening, and a few people that just looked up from their phones to see what was going on. Liz didn't know Maura's stop, so the disabled train was just serendipitous. Maura was facing mostly forward, but she shifted a bit so Liz could see her in profile and she could see the panic in Maura's face as she realized there was no way she could hold her orgasm until she got off the train.

That was enough to set off Liz's own orgasm. It wasn't as intense as the orgasms the vibrator gave Maura, and Liz was better at hiding hers, so the only outward signs were a bit of a flush to her face and a quiet, contented sigh, that even the person sitting next to her didn't seem to notice.

Still watching Maura, Liz also noticed the man right beside her move closer and touch her bare leg with his hand. He had been one of the sly smilers and to Liz it was obvious the touch was not accidental, though it might have seemed that way to Maura. Still that seemed to be last straw for Maura and she came, her knees buckling so she slid partway down the pole as she cried out in pleasure just as the train pulled into the station and the doors opened. Maura nearly missed making it to the door before it closed and Liz didn't try to follow her.

Liz headed another two stops to a station that let her transfer to a train headed towards her own apartment. She figured that her day of fun was over, but that depended on Maura. If she went home and took the vibrator out, the sensors in it would tell her that, in which case Liz would just have to wait until tomorrow evening to see if "Candy" would come back to the club. If she left it in until bedtime however, Liz might play with her one more time. Either way, it would be a win for Liz. If Maura took it out, Mistress Elle could punish Maura tomorrow night for not keeping it in "all day", and if she did leave it in, Liz could still have some more fun with her.

 

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Closing the door of her tiny studio behind her, Maura leaned back against the thin wood and breathed a sigh of relief. Home. She was home and safe and away from prying, lecherous eyes. Her thighs felt sticky and her skin heated. Her clit was overstimulated and far too sensitive.

With too much effort, Maura pushed herself off the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. As she moved towards the bathroom she began unbuttoning her blouse. Pulling it free of her skirt, she let it fall to the floor as she quickly unhooked her bra and dropped it. Cool air hit against her breasts, pebbling her nipples as Maura felt that she could fully breath for the first time that day. Her skirt soon followed the rest of her clothes and Maura stepped into her bathroom, completely nude. She turned the shower on, letting the water heat as she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

Nothing had changed. She still looked like the same curvy brunette she’d always been. The same light constellation of freckles spanning the tops of her breasts. The same heart shaped birthmark on her left hip. The same old Maura, but, somehow, everything was different.

The day of being teased and tortured by Mistress Elle had shifted something inside of Maura and, despite the multiple orgasms she’d had that day, she wanted more.

The mirror began to fog up and Maura reached between her legs. Mistress Elle had never told her exactly what the “end of the day” meant when giving her instructions. But whether she meant the end of the business day or something else, Maura needed a reprieve from the constant sensations against her clit and g-spot. Spreading her legs, she eased the vibrator from her core with a moan. The small toy felt sticky against her fingers, coated in cum that now began to trickle down her thighs.

She washed the toy quickly, setting it on the sink to dry as she stepped into the shower. Maura took her time, cleaning herself thoroughly, letting the embarrassment and arousal of the day wash off her in the scalding hot water.

Maura stayed in the shower until the water began to run cold. Shutting off the water, she reached for her bathrobe and wrapped it tight around herself. Stepping out of the shower, she wiped the condensation from the mirror and picked up her phone from where it sat on the edge of the sink next to the vibrator. All it took was a look at that little toy to have her body all keyed up and ready to go once more.

Biting her lip, she looked down at her phone and the text from her boyfriend saying he would see her soon. Maura tapped out a quick reply, telling him she got stuck with last minute edits and wouldn’t be able to meet him. Then, she grabbed the vibrator and moved towards her bed. Throwing her phone down so she couldn’t see the whining response that came in from her boyfriend, Maura grabbed her laptop and settled back onto her bed.

If she was going to try one new thing today, maybe she should try something else too. Maura pulled up Google and searched for female-made porn. Several sites came back and she clicked through until she found one that had rave reviews from the women who watched it. Opening the site, Maura searched for light BDSM videos. She wasn’t ready to fully commit to the BDSM style, but perhaps a tease of the lifestyle would work. Putting in her earbuds - no way was she going to let her neighbors hear her watching porn through the paper thin walls - she pressed play on a video. Feeling the embarrassment of the situation heat her skin, Maura shook her head, pushing the shame and her mother’s voice to the back of her head as the two women in the video made out.

Already Maura could feel the dampness between her legs and she untied her bathrobe, letting it fall open as she spread her legs. She eased the vibrator inside her, moaning softly as the two women began to strip each other of their clothing. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, wondering if Mistress Elle would continue to play with her.