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Title: Marnie Follows Instructions
Keywords: mf, voy, dom
Author: Caesar


The slave follows instructions but doesn't realise her master is

#include "std_disclaimer.h"

Though based upon real persons nothing written here should be taken as
Marnie Follows Instructions

by Caesar, copyright 1996-2002

$Revision: 1.2 $ $Date: 2002/07/08 16:12:05 $
"Would you meet me tonight...will you follow my every

I could see the surprise on my Slave Marnie's face when she found the
motel room empty. She came in closed the door and threw her handbag
onto a chair before she noticed the white paper on the bed. Lifting
the open envelope she looked around, with a frown coming to her face.

Of course the note within was for her. You see, this was an elaborate
set-up. A Master, that is me by the way, has to continue to be
creative I always believed. She did surprise me when she didn't
immediately open and take out her instructions. In fact my Slave sat
down on the edge of the double bed and crossed her legs while just
looking at the envelope and the rest of the room. Much to my own

Damn, was she dressed to kill! I mean she followed my phone
instructions down to every point. They were rather simple, that she
should dress like a lowest slut street-walker and that she should come
to this very room at exactly one in the morning to do whatever I
wished. She had got the key from the clerk, after I warned him I
would be having company, just as I had instructed.

"Its a cheap hotel, a place where a man takes a slut to fuck

My darling Slave was dressed to kill. Normally she wore very
attractive professional clothing, and was modest in what she revealed.
I guessed that with the darkness of the night she did not mind showing
a bit more of herself off. I was right. From the bottom, she wore
black flats that greatly highlighted her small feet and elegant
ankles. From there her legs were encased in black stockings with a
seam running up the back. And if you hadn't read any of my other
accounts, Marnie had great legs! Higher up, the dark bands of the
stockings were revealed before the hem of the very short tight black
leather skirt. Black seemed to be the theme tonight - and I knew that
also revealed just a bit about my Slave's mood. On top she wore a
translucent black blouse with short sleeves that was tucked into her
skirt. I could see the push up black bra and how her breasts looked
deliciously inviting.

"...and tonight, my dear, you are that slut."

The effect was exciting and I wanted to surprise and ravish her
clothed body - as she had made herself up for my pleasure. You see,
the reason she could not see me but I could watch her was that I got
this new toy the other day. One that I had not told her about,
obviously. On the tiny round table in the room sat my duffel bag and
next to that my laptop. There was nothing strange about that except
that the laptop was half open, leaving it turned on, and the tiny ball
camera sat in my open duffel bag facing the bed. I had planned this
very thoroughly and I had borrowed my friends laptop and then used a
bit of medium to connect the two. Thus, via the mini network, I got
to watch in real time my Slave!

So here I sat, as the pervert I truly am, in the next motel room.
Yes, it was worth the expense, if you were thinking along those lines.
Some experiences are worth nearly any cost. Besides the two rooms in
that cheap motel came to almost nothing.

My laptop's screen was filled by the jerky but flowing images of the
next room.

Finally she opened and read the envelope. I saw her face reveal her
surprise and I thought I caught a bit of disappointment. Did my
submissive wish to show off her outfit for me, to succumb to my any
wish and to pleasure me fully. That, of course, I had no doubt of.
What she did not know is that is exactly what would happen tonight!

"Hello my darling Slave..."

She dropped my instructions onto the floor and sighed hugely. Then
Marnie crawled backwards up onto the middle of the bed. She took one
last look around the room, desire for her missing Master very plan in
her gaze.

"...from this moment on you are not to leave the bed!"

I could not help but laugh as she frowned and lazily started to
unbutton her blouse. Without ceremony or preliminaries my submissive
began to disrobe. She sat up onto her knees and threw her blouse over
onto a chair. I was impressed that she had follow my wishes by
staying in the bed - I had wondered if she would have got up before
beginning to fulfil my instructions.

The bra quickly followed and she revealed her small round breasts with
the equally small pink nipples. The colour of my monitor didn't do
justice to the contrast between her pale skin and the light pink of
her nipples.

Then she pulled out her tiny gold clip-on earrings and they joined her
blouse and bra on the chair. My Slave then rolled onto her back and
then surprised me by just laying there looking up at the ceiling.
"Master where are you?" It was spoken with a very deep needy voice
and I felt just a little guilt at what I was doing. Though, if you
keep reading, that feeling didn't last long.

We both had speakers on our laptops, my current laptops microphone was
currently turned off. Though I heard her words, the quality was
rather crappy.

I watched and waited, seeing her chest rise and fall with each breath.
Did my Slave have second thoughts about fulfilling my instructions or
even about serving a Master that didn't even show up for such a well
prepared Slave? I hoped not.

It must have been ten minutes before she again moved, by kicking off
her shoes. They flew far out of sight of the camera. She then
reached to her side and unzipped the skimpy skirt and then
unceremoniously lifted her hips to wiggle out of her bottoms. Even
unzipped they were obviously very tight, and I made a mental note to
have her wear that skirt again for a more personal meeting.

Then she lay in only her black stockings and black French cut panty.
"Damn!" I should have had her keep the stockings on. Perhaps next
time, with that sexy skirt!

"You are to wear nothing but your panties..."

Lifting one leg at a time, bringing her knee almost to her bosom, my
Slave rolled up the sheer hose right off her feet. Eventually the
stocking balls joined the other clothing on the chair. That left her
laying upon the middle of the bed with her hands by her side.

Seconds passed before a squeal of frustration came through my speaker.
Though following my wishes, I could see that my Slave most certainly
missed my presence. For that I'm very pleased. She would be amply
rewarded soon enough.

"...don't expect to get much sleep tonight my Slave!"

I didn't mean for this encounter to be a test, as I felt that would be
unfair to our relationship. Yet that is exactly what it had turned
out to be. I was nervous at first to see if she did as I requested
when she did not have me watching. Never had Marnie given me any
reason to doubt her submissive nature towards me, this episode just
reinforced that belief.

Marnie sat up and crossed her legs. Then she felt up to the head of
the bed and under the pillows. Her hand returned with a small cloth

"...under the pillow are the toys..."

She pulled the cord to loosen the top and then dumped the contents out
upon the bed before her. The clothe bag joined her clothing.

I heard her laugh and her voice playfully spoke through my speaker,
"Oh Master, you naughty boy!" boy indeed! I will remember that the
next I have her over my knee - that alone will get her five more!

She pulled the next note from amongst the pile and read it. Her face
and eyes revealed her surprise and I laughed when she even began to
blush. Marnie was no longer laughing but I saw that look she gets
when her proper side became embarrassed at her own desires. Its a
classical inner dilemma - though her Master always ended up getting
his own way.

" the note my sexy Slave, and follow all that I

The time she took looking at that small piece of paper she must have
read it half a dozen times. No matter how she read it, my submissive
will have to do as her dominant friend and master requested.

She moved much of the adult toys over to the edge of the bed and took
the tiny clear bottle. The note rejoined the articles as she
unstopped the bottle. She read the label and spoke again with
delightful surprise, "Raspberry!" Marnie lay back upon the bed, her
head comfortably rested upon a pillow before she squirted a generous
portion of the thick liquid into her palm.

"Pamper your skin darling..."

I then watched as she started the tips of her toes and very slowly
covered every inch of her body, other than what was beneath her panty.
She used much of the small bottle as it quickly disappeared upon her
body, leaving her skin almost shiny. Marnie did not even miss the
space between her toes, the back of her knees or even the underside of
her arms. She spent long moments massaging the oil into her body, her
eyes for the most part closed.

"That is my slave's body - remember to touch it with

When finally she was finished she turned her head and looked longingly
at the door to her room. "Master mine." If she only knew!

Taking another deep breath she again closed her eyes and her hands
began to freely roam her slim pale body. At first one hand daintily
touched the skin on her neck while the other drew circles about her
navel. I watched pleased to be a voyeur to this wonderful image - my
Slave slowly pleasuring her body. Sure I had seen it before, but this
time it was different. She didn't know she had an audience.

"...slowly! Enjoy that which I have so often enjoyed..."

Eventually one finger began to slid up and down between her legs,
outside the black panty. I wondered if she was wet yet, the
resolution and the light didn't allow me to distinguish any darker
spots on her black undergarment.

I then realised the low buzz on the speaker every few seconds was the
deep ragged breathing of my darling Slave. Was it exciting to fulfil
her masters request? Or did the simple self enjoyment excite her? I
suspected it was both. Would her own disappointment at being left
alone inhibit her? Only time will tell.

Time moved slowly, and I wondered if she lagged simply to await my
eventual arrival. I can not describe how exciting it is to watch a
woman, whom thought she was alone, pleasure herself. At that moment
it caused my heart to beat faster and my palms to moisten. It was to
be a long evening and I wasn't about to join her as of yet. No matter
how excited she made me.

Then, finally, the hand moved away from the place between her legs and
back to the collection of toys that had come from the bag.

"I want you wet m'dear. I want that love nest between your
legs to be a river of your desire!"

I never gave explicit instructions on which of the items to use. In
fact, I was rather interested in seeing just what she choose and how
she applied it to her instructions for self enjoyment.

To my surprise she retrieved the seven inch vibrator. A long smooth
cream coloured toy that I had bought for my submissive several months
ago. Lazily, Marnie turned the instrument on, to a low buzzing
setting, then she pressed it against her neck.

"When I arrive, I will take you like an animal my Slave. Be
ready for me."

It must have been at that moment that I realised Marnie did indeed
plan on enjoying herself. Perhaps to the point of, "Master be
damned". Meaning if I could not be there to enjoy her charms, then
that was my problem. It was an interesting realisation. And that
discussion, I will leave for another time.

My lass had a large smile as she moved the toy to different parts of
her sensitive skin. She wore a pleasant face and wiggled delightfully
about upon the bed. When finally she reached the place between her
legs. Marnie pressed the instrument length-wise against the outside
of her panties and clasped her thighs together - locking her hand and
the toy against her skin.

"I want you panting with desire..."

She rolled about upon her back and I could see that she seemed to be
enjoying herself and the toy. Finally she opened her knees, widely
spread, and one hand firmly pressed the imitation cock into her
crotch. Even with the low resolution of the monitor, I could see her
panties press into her own sexy crevice.

"...I will suck the nectar out of your panties."

A rhythm was started with her panties and her hips - they both moved
perfectly in unison and met at some invisible point just inches the
bed. I could actually see the space under her bottom as she lifted
her ass from the mattress with each beat of her sexual heart.

"...that sweet juice that can be found only between your

The light laugh came through my speaker actually surprised me. Marnie
stopped her pleasure, just when I was thinking of joining her, and
dropped the vibrator off the edge of the bed. I guess it was the end
to that toy. Was she starting to enjoy this? That her Master wanted
her to play, to excite herself just so when he did finally arrive - he
would use her like the slut he asked her to be this evening.

Marnie rolled over upon her stomach and clenched her thighs tight.
What a sight, her pale skin always excited me and when it moved from
her tension of sexual excitement it rarely failed to excite me. I
realised the tensing of her bottom caused her crotch to press into the
mattress. I had known she often enjoyed herself this way, though I
had yet to see it.

"I want no tension, other than sexual, left in your body."

She ground her pelvis into the bed, her face hidden in a pillow and I
could not hear any sounds from the computers speaker. It was exciting
me and I wanted to rush next door to finally join her. To plunge my
cock within her delightful body was the urge I fought. My penis
pressed almost painfully against my jeans but I stubbornly tried to
ignore its throbbing call.

"Tonight is for that slut inside slut!"

Then, that wonderful woman whom desired to be my submissive slut
crawled up upon her knees, that sexy round ass facing the camera. A
hand appeared between her white thighs and pressed the black panty into the crevice of her sex. Her ass began to dance around, waving

The toys had been available for her pleasure, but evidently my Slave
did not need them at that moment. In fact, what I imagined, she
needed was my hard cock. "Not yet my dear. Not yet." Now I was
talking to the screen. A pervert, geek and a loony!

Another hand appeared, coming around the side of her body and moving
to the centre of her raised bottom. I watched, her sexual dance
almost hypnotising my gaze, as her fingers pressed into the crack of
her ass and I imagined they fondled her own anus.

"...the panty is the barrier to prevent you from what is

Damn what a hot sight!

The black sexy panty must be getting rather wet with her juices, and I
wished I had better resolution so I would be able to see any
discoloration in the fabric. Behind, her panty must be pressed half
inside her anus and in front, prevented her from directly touching her
own clitoris.


I'll have to remember to ask her thoughts at this moment in time - it
would make the memory much sweeter. To think her thoughts were on me
in this magical moment was rather flattering. I wanted to give her
the pleasure she has given me, just by submitting herself.

"What would you do if I was there to watch you?"

Her body was moving rather aggressively and I as surprised when she
again reached for another of the toys. A four inch plastic imitation
cock. Now what was she going to do with that?

I didn't have long to wait, there was no pretence or seductive
movements this was for her pleasure.

" will please that body..."

In the position she was in, her knees under her hips causing her ass
to raise while her head and shoulders pressed into the pillows, I only
saw half her face when it turned towards the camera. That tiny fake
cock moved quickly and my sexy friend opened her mouth and took it
nearly completely. The hand again returned between her legs.

"Use your pleasure to excite me..."

I could not hold out any longer and to stop myself from going
immediately next door I grasped the bulge in my pants almost roughly.

The microphone barely picked up some of her raspy deep breaths and a
couple of high pitched moans, but otherwise it was silent. It was the
camera that was filled with the erotic sight of my Slave. Both hands
were moving firmly at two sensitive places of her body while her mouth
suckled that tiny cock.

"Imagine I am watching you."

It happened rather quickly, when my submissive clenched up and I heard
the groan come to me from next door. Marnie must be having an orgasm,
her body finally releasing the tension that she had built so expertly
up. She clenched and jerked only slightly before she allowed her body
to roll onto its side - away from the camera.

I could not wait any longer - and felt the fool. There lay a woman, a
damn exciting and sexy woman who desired to pleasure and excite me,
while I sat peeping at her from a few feet away. I closed the cover
of my laptop and quickly exited the room. I wondered if I will ever
tell her about this voyeur project of mine? And knew I would, yet as
she reads this - will she be angry or excited? And why?

"I will arrive when it is time my dear."

Of course I had a key and opened the room containing my lovely slave.
Marnie knelt upon the bed facing me - she wore a large happy smile and
only her panty. One thing the camera could not pickup - the sheen of
sweat covering her body, making the pale skin shine very seductively.
The other, the scent of her sexuality and perfume - both of which I
always took for granted and enjoyed.


"Marnie. I see you followed my instructions?" My Slave blushed and
held out her arms for me.




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