Chapter 3

For a few days there were no letters. I did not think much about it. Didn't masturbate either, actually didn't think about sex at all. Instead I got a lot done at work and at home. Installed a glass door instead of my shower drape, things like that. When I watched a movie one night with some soft sex scenes (a girl blowing a guy in the backseat of a car without any explicit imagery) it struck me that I missed those letters. As if my thoughts were heard, there was a new letter in a red envelope the next day I came home from the gym. At the sight of it, my libido caught up on me and my cock instantly blew up to the heavy rock hard limb it sometimes was. I opened the letter with great expectation, feeling my juices building up inside me. It said:

"Good boy. Four days without masturbation. I heard you've been good at work too. To honor you, I've watched photographs of you I've taken when you worked on your home improvements, and rubbed my clitoris to them. I did it in my office, came in my panties and went the rest of the day without changing them. Some men at work stared at me in the elevator, feeling the smell of my cunt juices I suppose. That's how pleased I am with you. But I want to know more about your level of dedication for me. It's time for a little test. Tomorrow on the subway, I want you to pick a girl, any one of them, and touch her ass for me. I will be watching you, so don't try to escape your task. You will touch someone's ass, I don't care how you go about it, just touch it – it will make me horny. Obviously, you are not allowed to masturbate and come until you succeed with this task. Yours, M."

I had to put a cold beer can in my pants to hold myself from jerking off. I was not the kind of guy who would molest girls in the subway, so this seemed really hard. At the same time, I really wanted this game to go on. And I wanted to cum.

The next morning, I dressed up in a business suit, showered and perfumed. I was going to make this somehow.