JANICE'S FANTASIES
Janice glanced at the clock; five minutes to four. She let out a deep breath,
cleared her computer screen and started to clear her desk of the paperwork that
had built up during the day. She'd had a hectic day. As the new Assistant Editor
for the hottest new woman's magazine in the country, she was under a lot of
stress. She embraced her job and the stress that came with it gladly though; it
was what she had worked for since she graduated from college, and she was good
at it.
She had just turned 25, and she was single. She couldn't foresee a man in her
life at this point of her career, though she thought about men a lot. Janice was
a stunning young woman; great figure, waist length black hair with flashing
brown eyes that carried the look of authority. She had stared down many a young
male executive that thought he could intimidate her across a conference room
table, but Janice always held her ground. And all of them admired the attractive
young woman as she clicked through the office in her high heels, flashing a
great set of legs below a fashionably short skirt. Almost all of the young
executives in the building, and it was a giant New York high-rise, with many
companies, had tried to put the make on the young woman, but they were wasting
their time. Janice only had time for work...and her fantasies.
Janice didn't own a car, but rather took a cab back and forth to work, as
thousands of people in Upper Manhattan did each day. Once she was ensconced in
the back seat of the taxi, she could relax and let her mind wander. She always
started by pretending that the taxi was taking her to a strict, demanding lover,
and she was under orders to be naked under her clothes, ready for him. Keeping
one eye on the rear-view mirror of the taxi, she would hike her skirt up and
slip her panties down her thighs, gathering them up and putting them in her
purse. Janice went to a private beauty salon religiously, and she was devoid of
pubic hair, and as the taxi made it's way through the mid-town traffic, she
would close her eyes and part her legs.
"You will not close your legs," her imaginary lover told her, "you will be
open for me...all of you."
When the taxi dropped her off in front of her building, she imagined that she
was going up to see this dark, mysterious man...this man that made her be naked
for him under her skirt. She always got aroused as the elevator took her closer
to her rendezvous.
Once in her apartment, she slipped into a short, silk robe, as she had been
instructed to do, and she made herself a drink. The curtains of her high-rise
apartment were wide open, and she gazed out on the city; the surrounding, tall
buildings casting long shadows across the concrete landscape.
"Play with yourself," he said, and her hand snaked into the robe, caressing a
firm breast, rubbing softly across her nipples as she felt them respond.
"Let me see you," his voice commanded, and her hand went to the sash of the
robe, untying it, exposing her body to his stare. She stood and sipped her
drink, the feelings of arousal heavy on her.
"Naked, Janice," her Master told her, and she let the silk robe fall to the
floor as she stood framed in the window.
Janice cooked herself something to eat, but she was always ready to obey her
Master if he chose to speak to her. In fact, everything that Janice did after
she got home was driven by the voice in her head. The voice commanded her every
move, and she guided herself through the motions of eating and cleaning. This
man was her Master, and she awaited his commands.
"Shower for me, Janice, " he said. "I want your body clean for me. I'm going
to use your body tonight, Janice." And she would go to the shower, cleaning
herself for the voice that commanded her. She dried for him, and she did her
hair for him, and she inspected her body for him. When she was sure that
everything met his expectations, she emerged from the bathroom, and displayed
her self on the day-bed in the living room; posing for him as he demanded more
obscene displays of her body. She was not allowed to touch herself until he said
to, and she would moan in frustration as she spread her thighs and thrust her
tits out to his gaze.
Her lover had given her explicit instructions on how he wanted to spank her,
and clamp her nipples, and make her cum, and Janice spent hours on the Internet,
browsing through the multitudes of S/M websites, purchasing the items that he
required. She had a leather paddle, and a butt plug, that he demanded be used
while she was spanked. Janice greased up the butt plug, and protested at the
hugeness as she inserted it into her lubricated ass. Then she sprawled on her
knees, slapping her own ass with the paddle, and pinching her nipples.
"Now the clamps, Janice, put them on for me.....now." And she whimpered as she
clamped her own nipples.
The setting sun was full on the high-rise apartment building across the
street, and just as she was about to insert a vibrator between her spread legs,
a bright glint of light flashed from a window across from hers, and she paused.
"You don't suppose..." she thought. She removed her nipples clamps and padded
naked to the window. Window watching in New York high-rises was a popular sport,
and telescopes were framed in hundreds of windows, and Janice had one herself.
Very few people ever closed their curtains, and it was almost an unwritten rule
that you played the game of voyeur/exhibitionist when you lived in these
buildings. She focused her telescope across the street, and sure enough, a man
was standing in his window, his telescope pointed directly at her. She closed
her curtains, but her mood was ruined.
"Hope you got a good show, asshole, " she thought. And she knew that the man
did a get a good show, and when she thought of what he had seen, she felt her
face flush. She stood naked in the living room, the butt plug still in her ass,
her ass cheeks glowing from her self-inflicted paddling. The voice in her head
spoke to her.
"Let him watch, Janice, " he told her. "Show him what a slut you are, Janice.
Your body belongs to me, and I want you to show it to him." Her breathing got
heavier at the thought of what he wanted her to do.
"Noooo, Master, please," she whispered out loud.
"Now, Janice," he insisted, "do it now." Her hands trembled as her fingers
found the curtain strings, and she pulled them slowly open again. She stood
naked in the window, her body awash in the fading, late afternoon light.
"The clamps, Janice, put them on, now," he told her. The day bed was right
behind her, and she picked the clamps up, and facing the window again, she
re-clamped her nipples with a sharp cry.
"Good girl, Janice," he told her. "Now, back up on the bed. Very good...hands
and knees now, Janice....show him the plug in your ass, Janice."
"Ohhh, god, Master," she whispered, but she got to her hands and knees, her
ass facing the window. Her hands went back to her ass, caressing the cheeks, and
she slowly spread her knees apart, the base of the plug framed between her
reddened ass cheeks, and she felt her face flush again as she pulled her cheeks
apart, exposing her plugged ass crack and hairless slit to the man.
"Make yourself cum, Janice," he said, "while he watches. Show him how you cum
for me, Janice."
"Please, Master, please don't make me do this," she moaned.
"Now, Janice, do it now, slut," he demanded. She picked the vibrator up and
turned it on, and snaked her hand between her wide-spread knees. She gasped as
the vibrating tip made contact with her cunt, and she slid the tip up and down
the length of her wetness. She slid it's entire length up in her, and she slowly
rocked her hips, fucking herself with it. She could feel the juices running from
her cunt as she slid the vibrator out and applied the tip directly to her clit.
She moved her hips in a frenzy now, her clit sliding along the hot plastic cock,
and she gave out a wailing moan as she came. She rolled onto her back, drawing
her knees up and out, her cunt wet and splayed open for the watching man, and
she vibrated her clit to another groaning climax.
" Very nice, Janice," her Master said. "I am proud of you, my pet, and you
are responding well to your slut training ."
"Oh, thank you Master...thank you," she said. She gasped as she removed the
nipple clamps, and then she slowly withdrew the plug from her ass, still in
front of the window on the day-bed. She put her eye to the telescope; the man in
the window was naked, and as she watched he stroked his long cock, and he shot a
stream of cum onto his window.
She backed away from her window, into the darker recesses of the apartment.
It was almost dark outside now, and she knew she couldn't be seen if she left
the lights off. She stood naked at the bar and made another drink. Her hands
were shaking. She was sated, but rather shocked, too. He had never made her go
this far before. She walked to the curtains to close them, but he spoke.
"No, Janice. The curtains will remain open at all times...the bedroom
curtains, too....and you will remain naked," he said. She managed to get through
the rest of the evening without turning the lights on, and she lit a few candles
to see. She was afraid that he would order her to light up the apartment, but he
never did. She took another shower by candle light, and slid her naked body
between the sheets of her bed.
