Punishment 1 – Three Touches with no Release

Since trying my last task at the stripper club, things had gotten pretty hectic at work. People like me, and by like me I mean part time, weren’t getting any hours, so I had to finally bite the bullet and go full time, while taking care of my father and still doing school work. On the bright side, the place I work now picks up the tab for my education, at a slower rate than I would like, but at least it’s going somewhere. Anyways, my punishment for failing my last task. I had to masturbate at least three times in a single day for 5-10 minutes without having an orgasm.

I ended up getting lucky for the day I chose, going full time meant I was considered almost a new employee again and was made to take a full tour of the property and I may have let it slip to my tour guide that it was that time of month, so sneaking off for the time I needed wasn’t seen that strange. Having to dress up, I dawned a blue blouse, white bra, grey knee length skirt and no panties at all. I didn’t want anything to get in the way or be seen if I suddenly had to pull them up if I was to get caught.

The day started out rather early, it sucks that I’m not really a morning person anymore and waking up for my “orientation tour” didn’t do anything to fuel my aroused state of mind. I figured the times would be once in the morning, once around noon and finally in the afternoon to just stay consistent and I didn’t even get out of my car to start the first.

“Hey Siri, set timer for 5 minutes.”

“5 minutes and counting.”

Being in the parking lot was actually a little exciting, even though I parked towards the back. I figured the further back the less likely someone would catch me, but at the same time, I was the only car back there and worried I was more exposed. Either way I knew I had a time limit and pulled my skirt up to my waist; I didn’t want a big wet mark under my butt in case things got out of hand or wetter than I thought they would be. There was a small issue though and it was hard to get it up to my waist sitting like I was.

I got out of the car and headed towards the front of it, using my car as cover and far from the people walking into work and successfully hiked up the skirt. Sitting like I was kept it taught against my ass but standing let it loosely move up, making me completely bottomless in the parking lot. I bent over feeling the warmth of the engine through the hood against my breasts. I sucked on two fingers and let them slip downwards between my legs to start my punishment.

“Hey Siri, reset timer.”

“Timer reset.”

I didn’t realize how aroused I’d get doing it outside of the car. The wind and sun on my ass, the feeling of exposure, the fear of getting caught. I could hear cars driving by in the distance with car doors slamming, people so close by, but oblivious to what I was doing. I could feel my orgasm starting to build but the alarm on my phone went off and I slumped forward onto the hood like I was in bed wishing the alarm had gone off a few minutes later. I stood up and fixed my skirt and headed to meet up with my tour guide not wanting to be late.

The tour started with boring orientation classes on the computer, which as my brain zoned out, could only think of what I had just done, without the reward of release. I could feel the tingling between my legs, the heat and for a moment, a wetness beginning to form. I was really getting turned on and I had a feeling it was going to be a really long day. Once we were all finally done with our computer lessons, the walk began around the hotel and my mind couldn’t stop thinking dirty thoughts.

I wondered if people noticed the drips down my leg, the smell of my sex, the flush in my cheeks and then it went from wonder if they noticed, to wishing they would. I imagined every man walking close to me being able to smell my hot, wet pussy and getting hard without knowing why. Like it was a familiar smell and that it was arousing, but didn’t really know what it was or where it was coming from. Same with women walking pass, obviously knowing the smell of pussy in the air, but like a stray fart was far more embarrassing and less able to explain then just a nervous stomach.

After so much walking and a lot of bad thoughts, we finally took a break for lunch and I excused myself to the restroom. For such a fancy place, the stalls looked like they were put together by an intern who had no idea what they were doing. There were gaps large enough in the doors that you could easily peek through and some of the locks looked like they would give way with just a gentle breeze. I hiked up my skirt again and sat on the toilet, I’ve never been a fan of public toilets and felt really dirty regardless of what I was about to do.

I set the 5-minute timer and immediate started teasing my sensitive clit. It was sensitive enough as it is when I first started, but the rest of the day till now just made it even worse. I bit on my hand to stifle the moans that I couldn’t control as I traced circles around my clit. It didn’t take long before I felt like I was on the edge or orgasm and looking at my phone, I still had at least two minutes left before I was allowed to stop. The amount of time no longer felt too long out of fear of being caught but too long now out of fear of cumming and failing a punishment. I slumped back and tried to clear my mind, but couldn’t help but worry that anyone passing by outside would get a glimpse and obviously know I was masturbating.

When the alarm went off, I jumped at the sound and immediately covered up as it was drawing attention to my stall and thankfully in time as I was having a hard time holding off the orgasm building inside of me. I had gotten so close that I could still feel my lips twitching and my pussy clenching at the need to cum, but all it did was tease me and keep me on edge longer. My thoughts were getting more and more sexual by the second, even our tour guide was looking good enough to pull into a storage closet and have my way with, even though she wasn’t really my type and was married.

We eventually were introduced to our managers and one made a point of shaking all of our hands. It wasn’t till he was about to touch mine that I realized I hadn’t washed my hand at all since the bathroom and was about to shake my boss’ hand with some possible pussy juice left on it. I wasn’t sure if I was more aroused at the thought that he was indirectly touching my pussy or terrified that he would figure it out somehow and I was about to get fired. His hand was so much larger than my own, stronger and rougher, I could only imagine what his fingers would have felt like inside of me and if anything, else matched the characteristics of his hands.

“Don’t worry he’s a nice guy and more of a leader than a manager, you’ll be fine,” my tour guide put her hand on my shoulder trying to calm what she thought was my nervousness when in fact it was the arousal she didn’t know about and a part of me also liked her touch.

With our continued tour, something shocking happened, “sorry guys, that seems to be all for today, you can stick around or you can leave early since there’s nothing more to show,” our tour guide apologized to us.

I decided to stay in the hotel and went to one of the shops, grabbing a random bikini and walking into a dressing room, looking like I was off to try it on. With the door locked, I felt like I needed to be further punished for not finishing while at work and stripped completely naked, folding all of my clothes and putting them onto the bench. Even worse I made the timer 10 minutes instead of 5, I didn’t know if I was going to make it the full 10, but had to try because of my added failure.

The store was packed and I could hear all sort of people talking in the shop.

“Hey do you have this in a small?”

“I saw this on tiktok and have been checking all the stores.”

“Do you have any discounts for that?”

All the while I went way past just rubbing my clit and was now fingering my poor pussy and teasing my sensitive nipples and after a few minutes looked down to realize I hadn’t started the timer at all. I had no idea how long I had going at it and just decided to not adjust the 10 minutes, watching the timer go down while playing with myself was liking waiting for a tea kettle to boil, except the kettle was my vagina and the steam was my orgasm.

With each passing second, I worried that my orgasm would come with or without my consent, that an employee would forget I was in there and open the door without me realizing it, naked and masturbating for all to see. My fingers were getting confused and thinking I had to orgasm before the timer was off rather than just tease myself.

Knock! Knock! “Everything ok miss, is the suit fitting ok or do you need another size?”

“Shit,” I said under my breathe, “everything is fine, just having, mmmph, a hard time with this tie for some reason, I’ll be right out.”

“Ok just let me know if you need anything or any help.”

“Thank you!” I was still teasing my clit and wished the extra help was her taking me and making me orgasm in God knows how many ways.

With 4 minutes left I was worried she was going to come back again or think I had left by then and opened the door. Each second felt like an eternity and another second that I could lose my job and possibly get arrested. My hands wanted more to give me sweet release while my mind knew that this was supposed to be a punishment and I wasn’t allowed to and there was no one to beg to, to ask otherwise.

“They won’t know if you did, in fact it would be even more of a punishment if you did right now,” I was telling myself, but I knew that wasn’t true.

A jiggle at the handle made me jump again and I grabbed my phone so see I still had over two-minute left; I kept it pressed to my chest.

Ring! Vibrate! Ring! Vibrate!

Of course, my mother had to call me and the most inopportune time, I think sometimes she knows when I’m doing something dirty like this and just has to ruin it somehow.

I picked up, “sorry mom, can’t talk, mmmph, still at work, need to get off of the phone, bye,” and immediately hung up the phone.

I didn’t realize, being so nervous I was fingering my pussy furiously, the slouching sound of its wetness filing the dressing room and I was on the verge of a major orgasm that I didn’t know I could pull back from. Then the alarm went off, the actual alarm and not someone trying to call me and with all my will I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and sat on the bench trying to catch my breathe. It took me a moment to realize where I was and quickly got dressed, fumbling with the clasp of the bra I choose and forgetting for a second that I had forgotten underwear and left the changing room, bikini still in there.

On the way back to my car, walking was excruciating, my thighs rubbing together was a burning hot tease between my legs and from the hotel to the employee lot was a long walk and it just got worse. I really hoped I could just walk to my car and go home, no more interaction but one of the girls stopped me on the way.

She was super bubbly, “Hey! Maggie, right? Fun day walking all around huh?”

My whole body was tingling all over, I still felt like I was on the edge or orgasm, she was pretty, but annoying, but a part of me just wanted her to take me right here, shove a hand under my skirt and finger my pussy, forcing me to cum at her will. I’m not even sure what she said, I just keep nodding and agreeing and saying how great that is and what really caught me off guard was when she gave me a big, firm hug and said goodbye.

I think her words were, “sorry, I’m a hugger,” as she reached in and gave me a big, strong hug, surprising for a girl her size.

Her large breasts pressed up against me, her slender hip more apparent as I put my arms around her, it felt for even a second she nuzzled me, but I was too turned on to really think straight. When I got to my car, I felt like a hot mess, I would have done anything to orgasm at that moment. Driven home naked just to cum, told that girl the truth and let her do whatever she wanted to me, hell I would have broken the punishment I accepted and just fingered myself to multiple orgasms in the driver’s seat. My car smelled like pussy, I was so wet I swore I was making a stain on the back of my skirt and every part of me wanted to scratch an itch I wasn’t allowed to.

Instead I pouted and made my way home…