Mastering Emma – Part 3

I knew that one day, I would have to meet Emma and congratulate her on being a wonderful, yet virtual, submissive. I pondered that very thought. I smiled at myself by knowing that I had one, very major advantage. If we ever did meet, Emma would probably not recognise me unless I wore a silly red rose, or something equally banal. Still, the logistics of that meeting were far, far away, and probably firmly entrenched in the land of nod. It never stopped me from making up naughty and sexual tasks for Emma to complete though. It had taken me a few weeks after Emma’s experience with that guy from the BDSM website, to think up something equally deviant. It didn’t involve any extra people as such, but it would be opportunistic and risky to say the least. I related part of my plans to Emma and informed her, that on the Thursday of the following week, she would have to dress in a certain way for work. Emma agreed with the dress code that I had arranged for her. After all, why wouldn’t she? It was almost normal dress-code for the work she did anyway. In fact, Emma probably relished the idea of not wearing any knickers at all, and the short skirt that I told her to wear would have been just as enjoyable to her. The only thing she couldn’t have done was to take a seat in the upstairs section of the double-decker bus that she normally used to go to work. Not dressed like that anyway. Though, knowing Emma, she would have done just that, especially after establishing that some bloke was about to follow her up the stairs. I told Emma that all our communications would be by message and that she would have to be honest with me. Emma knew full well what I was like by now, and I knew that she would be nervous, yet excited at the prospect of what I had in store for her. The day finally arrived. The time approached twelve o’clock midday. I sent my first message to Emma. “Go to the café across the road from where you work, order a coffee and choose a table at the back of the café.” I had often spoken with Emma on her lunch breaks and I knew that her favourite place to sit was the comfy leather chairs at the front of the café, close to the window. I chose a place for her that was well away from the window and towards the back of the café. Anything too close to a lot of people would be far too risky almanbahis for what I had in mind. At the Café Emma looked at the message on her phone. Her heart rate suddenly jumped up. Inside, she was thrilled and overjoyed with what she was asked to do. She licked her lips and looked furtively around her at her colleagues. Her attitude suddenly bordered on shyness, and timidness, as she logged off the computer, gathered her bag, and announced to her workmates that she would be popping out for lunch. Emma stopped halfway to the stairs to look at her phone. “What top and skirt are you wearing? What colour is the skirt? Are your tits bulging from your top? Are you excited? Do you want to please me?” Emma read all the messages and promptly started to reply. “White top, v-neck, tits on display – lol. Yellow skirt – quite short. Excited – yes. Of course, Master.” I was pleased with her response and I too became excited at the prospect of what Emma would soon be doing. Emma left her workplace and entered the café. For a Thursday it wasn’t too busy. Emma got in the queue and waited her turn. The shop assistant was soon being attentive to her needs, “Yes miss. What would you like?” “Coffee please, Americano, semi-skimmed milk, no sugar, please,” replied Emma, “Oh, and a flap jack as well please.” The assistant dutifully prepared the coffee and food, and laid it out on the plastic tray for Emma. After paying, Emma walked towards the back of the café as instructed; navigating a few steps and a children’s high chair on the way. Emma noticed a table at the back close to the wall but not against it. She carefully placed the tray on the table and slid it to the side near the wall. Emma sat on the longer bench at the back and sidled along to where she had placed the tray. Emma immediately looked at her phone for further instructions. There weren’t any. Emma lifted the cup to her lips and surveyed the café. Opposite her was an elderly gentleman, balding and with a grayish beard. He looked more intent on reading his Kindle and drinking his very large cup of coffee. The next table down from him was empty and then there were the steps down to where Emma normally sat; closer to the window, so that she could watch the world pass her by. Emma’s phone buzzed, “Are you there?” Emma started almanbahis yeni giriş typing, “Yes, in café, back of room.” “Anyone around you?” “Bloke opposite, reading and drinking, no-one else,” came Emma’s reply. Emma waited for a response from the other side of the internet, “Make sure he can see your legs and skirt. You’re gonna be a naughty little girl.” Emma inhaled sharply at her Masters words. She dutifully edged herself towards the end of the table and propped herself up between the table and the end of the café. One of her legs swung out from behind the table exposing her legs in the direction of the gent opposite. Emma looked at the next message, “Do you know what’s coming?” Emma swallowed hard, “Not sure, I think so.” Emma’s chest was heaving with the anticipation and uncertainty. Having tentatively replied, she quickly picked up her coffee and took a large sip. She eagerly bit into the flap jack; savouring the sweet, yet sticky taste on her tongue. She felt a pleasant ache emanate from her groin as she waited. The response came, “Is the guy looking at you?” Emma glanced in his direction, “No, reading a Kindle.” “Get his attention somehow, but don’t look at him directly.” Emma looked at the words, she was a little puzzled. Emma coughed loudly. The elderly gent never even raised his head from his device. Emma took a piece of flap jack and started to splutter. Everyone knows how flap jacks can easily cause bits to go down the wrong way, she thought to herself, so she pretended that had happened. Emma typed back the words, “I think he noticed me,” she said, grinning to herself. “Who wouldn’t! With tits like yours,” came her Master’s reply. Emma giggled to herself as she took another sip, “Thank you Master.” “Emma, I want you to slip a finger down onto your short skirt and I want you to finger your pussy.” Emma’s sharp intake of breath was noticeable. Even the gent opposite her looked in her direction. “There’s no need for you to respond anymore, just follow my instructions like a good little girl.” Emma digested the words and placed the phone on the table. Her posture straightened as she looked in the direction of the guy. Emma was sure that he was going to notice her as she performed the actions of her Master. She wondered whether she could touch almanbahis giriş herself without him noticing but her legs were a little too exposed. Emma let her right hand slip down over her skirt and onto her thigh; watching the guy closely as she did so. Her hand finally reached the hem of her skirt and made its way up her thigh. Emma felt a throbbing sensation in her pussy. She knew what was coming and she stared across the room at the gent opposite. Emma’s mouth dropped open at the thought of him catching her. Her hand slipped up her skirt at the edge until her finger rested against the outer folds of her pussy. Emma glanced quickly at her phone, buzzing away on the table, “How’s it going?” Emma looked at the guy opposite to see if he had raised his head. She picked up the phone with her left hand and did her best to reply, “Finger on pussy, smiling, but nervous.” “Is the guy watching you?” “No, I don’t think so,” came Emma’s reply. The messages then came thick and fast. It was all Emma could do to keep up with them. “I want you to finger yourself.” “When you feel that you are moist enough, I want you to slide your finger inside.” “I want you to pleasure yourself.” “If he looks at you, I want you to look away, look somewhere else.” “Do not make eye contact with him. Do not acknowledge him.” “Have you got all of that?” Emma replied once more, “Yes, Master, what if he reports me? What if he calls the police?” There was a long pause before Emma saw a somewhat less than confident reply appear on her phone, “He’s probably a pervert, he’ll enjoy watching you. Don’t worry!” As an afterthought Emma read the last message she would receive for the moment, “Emma, make sure he knows that you’re doing it, don’t forget to moan loud enough.” Emma let out a long sigh before placing her phone on the table once more. Emma slipped her finger along her thigh and onto her pussy, each movement leaving a tingling and fiery sensation in its wake. She remembered her Master’s words; slip your finger inside when it’s wet enough. Emma was already soaking wet with anticipation. While Emma looked as nonchalantly as she could toward the opposite end of the café, she couldn’t help glancing across at the table opposite her every now and then; every look confirmed that the guy seemed to have his head buried in his electronic book; occasionally taking a sip of coffee from his large cup, and sucking the remnant fluids off his trimmed beard and into his mouth, before replacing it on the saucer. Emma slipped her middle finger into her pussy.