You’ve Got Mail

You Have Mail
By N.B.

Had the question ever come up in conversation — and it certainly wasn’t likely to at any PTA meeting or backyard cocktail party — Rachael would have said, “No, she didn’t have a submissive bone in her erotic body.”

Through the world of the internet, she certainly had been exposed to the concepts, in stories, pictures and videos, but there was nothing she found arousing about the whole master/slave routine, no hunger she longed to feed by kowtowing to a dominant man, nothing she found exciting about being expected to follow commands barked in her direction.

She adhered to a “live and let live” philosophy that kept her from passing judgment on those for whom such practices held appeal, but she wasn’t one of them.

So how to explain her response to the emails?

The first one came to her secret email box from an unknown address on a Monday morning. It was simple and to the point, telling her that on Wednesday she should go into town and run her normal errands sans bra or panties. There was no signature, and nothing to suggest from whom it came.

She had laughed and forgotten about it immediately, or so she thought, but time and again over the next 48 hours it came to mind. And come Wednesday, as she got ready for her trip to town, she laughed and decided to leave bra and panties behind, not because of the email of course, but just because it seemed like a fun thing to do.

A couple of days later, another email came from the same anonymous address, this one a little more titillating, but still relatively benign. It told her that on the following Monday, when she was home alone, that she was to do all of her household chores wearing nothing but a pair of black leggings. Again she planned to ignore the directive, but Monday found her doing the laundry, washing dishes and vacuuming the floors with her breasts bare and nothing below the waist but a thin pair of tight leggings.

Things escalated from there, and she really had no clue why. Had someone simply told her to do the things the emails directed, she would have laughed and ignored them. But it was something about the words, the way they were organized, their rhythm. They were authoritative, but not bossy.

Rachael knew, from two years of obsession with pornography in all its forms, that the written word could be compelling and arousing, but there was something about the way the author juggled the 26 letters of the alphabet in these unsolicited messages that made her want to do what the messages said.

Maybe it was knowing that whoever was sending them would never know if in fact she was doing as she was told; maybe it was the fact that the sender was increasingly creative in directing her actions. For whatever reason, she found herself getting excited as she checked her mail each morning, and if a day or two went by without receiving a special message she worried that they would no longer come.

This had been going on for three months, and she couldn’t believe how excited and aroused the last few emails had left her.

Just a couple of weeks ago, she had been told that, when she and her husband were alone for the night, she was to have him sit nude on the very edge of the sofa, legs spread and feet flat on the floor. She was to sit on the floor, her back to the sofa, between his legs, so that his cock and balls were hanging in her face. She was then to hold his balls in her mouth while her husband masturbated and shot his cum on her face and body, and then masturbate herself with one hand while scooping up his cum with the other and putting it in her mouth as he watched.

She had done exactly as directed and feeling those tender, bloated balls in her mouth as her husband’s cock jerked and spewed was one of the most intimate and exciting things she could ever remember doing.

Then a few days later, the mystery mail directed her to insert her butt plug, then pull on a tight pair of spandex biking shorts and a t-shirt, and do yard work for at least two hours, after which she was to come in the house, strip, leaving the plug in place, and lay flat on the floor of the tub while masturbating her clit and pussy with the handheld shower massager.

Rachael had done exactly as she was told, and had enjoyed an orgasm so intense that she had to remain lying in the tub for a few minutes before she could regain the strength in her legs to stand up and take a real shower.

Last week had been the wildest of all, at least until she had received the latest email.

Last week’s directive had been that she would dress in a T-shirt with the name of a band on it, denim shorts and sneakers, with her hair in a ponytail. She was to then take her favorite dildo to her car — parked in her driveway, not the garage — put the radio on a classic rock station, sit in the backseat, and fuck herself to orgasm with the dildo.

What made the scene so incredibly hot though, was that the email said that while she was using the dildo between her spread legs she should repeatedly say out loud: “Fuck me, Tony. Fuck ME!”, leaving her to wonder at the amazing coincidence of the author choosing the name of someone she had actually dated as a teenager — and sucked off in the back of a car.

Just thinking about what she had done that afternoon while neighbors were milling around in their yards, and remembering the boy attached to the name she had shouted, had left her aroused more than once since doing the deed last week.

But nothing she had received to this point was as detailed, nor as challenging, as the email she had read two days ago, one that only now was she preparing to act out:

First, you must shower and shave, paying special attention to removing the stubble from your labia and trimming the patch of hair that adorns the top of your vulva. Then you are to dress for the day. It will be warm, so you are to wear only a sundress, one with a halter top with no bra, a pair of black bikini panties, and white sandals.

And so she had, paying special attention to her shower routine, carefully shaving along the lips of her vagina, leaving a full but shaped patch of hair at the top, rubbing her skin down with sesame oil, then slipping into a bright sundress that cupped and held her breasts well, though it was a little shorter than she normally would wear. The black panties were a staple of her wardrobe, and the sandals flirty and cute, especially given her recent pedicure.

You will soon be leaving the house, but first you must do a few things. Place a blanket on the living room floor in front of the couch, along with a couple of pillows. Put your laptop on the floor next to it, along with a tape measure and a black marker. Raise the shades on each of the living room windows a couple of inches, just enough so that no one can see in from a distance, but that if someone were to walk up to the house they could.

As had become her custom, Rachael did exactly what the written directions had said to do, then went to her car and left her home.

You are to travel to the grocery store where you normally shop. When you arrive there, you will lower the window of the passenger side of the car. You will slide the panties down from your body, removing them, and spread them out on the passenger seat. Then you will go inside.

It wasn’t like Rachael had never been out in public without panties, but she never been in that situation in a dress as short as the one she wore today. She was more than a little excited walking into the store, having read the email and knowing what was in store for her. Her nipples were rock hard, and obvious in the thin dress. She couldn’t resist sliding her hands up the inside of her thighs and quickly touching her center before swinging her legs out and exiting the car, leaving behind one pair of black panties that were more than just a little damp from her arousal.

Inside the store you will only buy two things. Only two. First you will go to the produce section, where you will buy the longest, thickest, firmest zucchini that is available. Take your time choosing it. Check them out.

Rachael could not believe she was standing in the produce aisle handling phallic shaped vegetables while store employees and other shoppers were nearby. She wondered if any of them could imagine that she wore no panties under her dress, or could possibly know how increasingly wet she was becoming. Finally, having made her choice, she moved on to complete her quest.

You will carry the zucchini in your hand. Do not put it in a plastic produce bag. Walk through the store with it. Go the pharmacy area in the back, the family planning aisle, and find a bottle of KY lubricant, the “warming” kind for couples. Take the lubricant and the vegetable to the cashier and pay for them. Tell them you do not need a bag.

Rachael knew that every store employee around was watching her as she stood at the checkout counter, her two items on display for all to see, no doubt in anyone’s mind what she planned to do with them. She heard a couple of teenage stock boys snickering at the customer service counter, saw a blush come to the face of the matronly cashier, and realized that her hands shook slightly as she handed over cash to complete her purchase. As she walked out the door, items in hand, she was aware of every set of eyes watching her ass twitch under the thin sundress.

When she got to her car, she was only a little surprised to see that the panties were gone, someone having taken advantage of the lowered window to take a souvenir.

Before leaving the parking lot, you will raise the hem of your dress to your waist, so that if someone were looking into your window from above they will see your hairy mound, and perhaps more if your legs are slightly spread. You are to take the zucchini and place just the very tip of it inside your vagina, just enough to keep it there as you drive. On the way home, you will stop at a fast food drive through and order something to drink, so that anyone looking down on you from above can see what is between your legs. Do the same at the bank, and if any large truck happens to be in the lane next to you, be sure to give your horn a tap.

Rachael had done everything she was instructed to do, and by the time she reached home she was a nervous, aroused wreck. She didn’t think the boy at the fast food place had been able to see anything, but at the bank there was a mirror posted so the drive through teller could see into the cars they were serving, and she felt certain the older black man working there had gotten an eyeful, just as had the female UPS driver in the truck next to her at the red light when she blew her horn. It was all she could do to unlock her door and get inside the house.

When you arrive home, put your purchases on the blanket. Get a cup and put two small ice cubes in it, then strip and lay down on the blanket in front of your couch. Use the tape measure to determine how long and how big around the zucchini is, and with the marker draw a line 12 inches away from one end.

Again Rachael did as she was told, surprised to find that the fat, firm vegetable was a full 15 inches long, and 7 inches around at the thickest part. Having marked it, she followed the last instructions on the email.

When you are ready, click on this link and watch the video to which it takes you. You may put your natural dildo to use as you expected whenever you choose, but you MUST NOT orgasm until the 22:22 point of the movie. And at that point you must. At the 8 minute mark, you will take an ice cube in each hand and rub them across your neck, chest and breasts, especially your nipples, for one solid minute, then stop.

That was the end of the mystery message. Rachael clicked the link and was taken to video that she saw was 25 minutes long. She had no idea what it was, and on watching the opening scenes though she had the wrong link. She had presumed the link was to some porn vid, but the quality of the production, the lighting and camera work, the sound, and the general “look” of the people in the first couple of minutes looked more like some sort of news documentary than anything else.

She was beginning to lose some of the excitement that had been present in her body since stepping into the shower as she lay there and watched the first two minutes, which opened with a car wreck, a vehicle on fire, a man ignoring the flames to help a family escape, and then the same man being treated at a hospital for burns on his hands and arms, having them wrapped in gauze.

Despite the boring nature of the film, Rachael had managed to prop herself up on a pillow, feet flat on the floor, knees bent, and was slowly rubbing the huge zucchini back and forth across her clit, pressing against her slit but not allowing it to slide inside.

On the video, the man, gray haired, in shape, distinguished looking, like a banker or a lawyer, was being rolled out of the hospital in a wheelchair. At the exit, a woman, identified as his daughter, helps him into her car. The woman is very ordinary looking, certainly no porn star, scared and frazzled, probably mid-30s, taking dad home to take care of him until the hands are better and the bandages removed.

On reaching home, the medications have him wiped out and she helps him into bed, then retires herself. Nothing unusual or untoward happens and the camera shows them both sleeping. Rachael continues to rub her slit, but sees nothing to generate a spark of arousal.

At the 2:20 mark of the video, things change. It is morning. The woman, identified as Ann, is sleeping when she hears her dad calling her name. She jumps up, never thinking that she only is wearing a thin short gown that shows off her athletic looking legs and through which her nipples are obvious if the material presses against them. She runs to Dad’s room, only to have the 60ish man tell her with great embarrassment that he really needs to take a leak, and with his bandaged hands can’t imagine how he will do that. Ann guides him to the bathroom, and embarrassed herself reaches into the fly of his boxers and removes his penis, holding it in her hand so her father can attend to his morning business.

Rachael realizes, without having been aware of it, that she now has several inches of her natural grown dildo inside her pussy, which is oozing wet and open to the assault of the zucchini as she slides it in and out, very aware of the swollen state of her clit. She glances to the timer, sees that it is at 7:48, and faithfully following directions removes her hands from between her legs and grabs an ice cube in each, then precisely at 8 minutes begins rubbing them underneath her breasts, then across the top, up on her neck and then down across the nipples, the frigid cold electrifying her skin, her pussy reacting by opening wider and pulling more of the zucchini inside without her hands touching it.

As her nipples rise into hard thick towers of frozen flesh, Rachael’s eyes return to the vid, where dad’s piss is flowing in a powerful stream from a very healthy looking, uncut cock. Having had little experience with penises complete with foreskin, Rachael is amazed at how it peels back to reveal a slick purple head, and how, when his daughter shakes his penis at the end of his peeing, it slides back down to cover the head again.

Her hands now empty of the ice, Rachael returns to pumping the hardness between her legs, faster and harder now, watching as Ann absent mindedly strokes her father’s cock as he stands at the toilet, and then, realizing it is growing harder, intentionally begins to pump the shaft, with never a word being said.

Rachael’s cunt is wide open now, furiously she fucks it as she watches, ever mindful of the directive that she is not to cum until 22:22, determined not to but wondering given the events of the day if she can possibly wait that long.

On the vid, the daughter has taken her father’s cock into her mouth. She sits on the toilet, pumping it with her hand while teasing the foreskin with her tongue then taking it into her mouth. Rachael again thinks how normal these people look, like they could be someone she knows rather than actors, wondering if perhaps they really are amateurs, maybe even truly father and daughter.

That thought makes Rachael’s back arch, the pussy-slick rod sliding further inside her as she pinches frozen nipples with her hand. The vid is at the 10 minute mark, and on it Dad is humping his hips into his daughter’s face, her hands squeezing his balls, his own hands useless in their gauze bandages. Then suddenly she pulls his cock from her mouth and he cums, shooting streams of white cream into her face, her hair, dripping onto her gown.

The cum excites Rachael even more. She is flailing around on the floor now, furiously pumping her own pussy, wishing she were tasting the cum from that fat uncut cock, determined to wait until the appointed time but teetering on the edge of orgasm already with 10 minutes to go.

On the vid Ann, leads her daddy to her bedroom, still not saying a word, but losing her gown along the way. The next shot has him flat on his back, bandaged hands spread to the side, as his daughter sits on his face. The camera work is superb. Ann has heavy, thick labia, huge compared to her rather petite frame, what the pornsters would call “mudflaps.” They are spread on her father’s lips, his tongue buried inside them, Ann caressing her own tits, not porn star tits but much more normal and natural, probably a 34-B Rachael thought, pinching her own nipples as she watched the woman on the video come to a screaming orgasm on her daddy’s mouth, her juices soaking him.

The vid was at the 17 minute point. Five minutes to go. Rachael raised up and looked down between her legs, realizing that the mark she has put on the zucchini to show 12 inches, a full foot, was somewhere inside her. She had a foot of hard fake cock inside her cunt and wanted more.

The scene on the vid had changed again. Ann was astride her daddy’s cock now, riding it as his hips arched to meet her, then she raised up and moved his slick shaft back, against her anus, holding it there a moment before sliding down to take it inside her ass. Rachael was trembling now, barely able to breathe. She turned to her side, squirted a little of the KY onto the fingers of her right hand and rubbed it across the wrinkled opening of her own rosebud before inserting a finger inside, finger fucking her ass with the warming liquid while she continued to fuck her pussy with her other hand.

The video timer read 21:12. Rachael had never been so aroused, so excited, so desperately in need of cumming. She furiously fucked her cunt and ass as she watched the daddy in the video pumping his seed into his daughter, her rubbing her clit and secreting viscous white cream from her cunt while milking his cock with the muscles of her anus.

21: 48. Faster and faster Rachael fucked herself, too breathless now to even mutter obscenities. Watching the vid; watching the timer.

At the 22 minute mark the video daughter stretched out on daddy’s chest, her legs spread wide around his hips, the pucker of her ass gaped open, convulsing as it opened and closed. And at 22:22, daddy’s cum came pouring out of his daughter’s stretched anus. Watching that, Rachael exploded into such an incredible orgasm that the spastic contractions of her muscles left her body sore for hours, and the rush of blood from her brain caused her to pass out.

A couple of minutes later she awoke, the video over, the zucchini still lodged inside her, the room reeking of cunt and ass and sex and woman cum. Realizing the time, she gathered her things, put the house to order, dressed and sank down onto the couch, glad she would have a couple of hours still before anyone else came home.

And then there was the tone telling her that she had a text message on her phone.

“Hi Rachael. Hope you had an exciting afternoon. Mom and I decided we would come over for dinner. We’ll bring some steaks, why don’t you make a big salad. Use the zucchini in it. Love, Dad.”

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Rachael’s Response

Well, there’s a fun twist! How did I not see that coming? Now it all makes sense, of course my dad would know exactly how to get me to do as I’m told. It’s amazing (and a little scary) how accurately my attitudes and quirks are portrayed in this piece. I guess someone’s paying attention to the silly stuff I write!

I could actually see myself doing most of the stuff in this story (don’t get any ideas, guys), up to a point. As much as I wish I could, I’d never have the balls to ride around in my car with my dress hiked up and let people see my bare puss. Well, I guess I shouldn’t say “never.” Let’s just say that I can’t imagine myself ever living out my exhibitionist fantasies like that. The only other aspect of this story that was difficult for me to believe was that I’d have so much time to play this naughty little game! Two hours of slutty yard work? Maybe ten or fifteen minutes! Ha!

And that was a rather detailed description for the video. If it’s real, then you have to give us the link, N.B. The injured hands trope is a bit of a cliché, but I love the idea of a daughter having to hold her father’s penis for him while he pees. I could see that easily leading to some very inappropriate nursing. I’m somewhat of a wuss when it comes to ice-play, but I’m always down for some hot veggie fucking. I’m so happy that it turned out to be my daddy instead of a creepy stalker!

Thanks once again, N.B., for a well-written and arousing adventure into Kinkland! I suddenly have the urge to give my dad a call just to say hi…

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3 thoughts on “You’ve Got Mail

  1. I have only just found your wonderful Site, but after reading only some of it I Find it all “New and Refreshing”. And will continue Enjoying your “Dirty Minded Mom” for a Long time for now.
    Thanks Rachael, I think you are a Wonderful Lady. Peter. XXX

  2. Lovely story N.B. I very much enjoyed this adventure for Rachael :-)
    I also loved the idea of this video, I think I need to call my dad too!

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