Golden Mask - Task #3

4 months early

A few days after the first gift from M., the courier delivered a new parcel to Suzanne. Opening the box, Suzanne found a set of expensive body care cosmetics and a package of female aphrodisiac, with instructions from M. to take two tablets in the morning and evening.
Suzanne immediately felt the effect of the gift. The cosmetics made her skin amazingly soft and velvety, giving it an exquisite shine. But it also gave a minty ticklish freshness and strangely increased the sensitivity of the skin.
Together with the aphrodisiac, it was an explosive mixture that constantly kept Suzanne in an irresistible sexual arousal

Slowly and methodically, M taught the woman to crave Him.
From that time on, Masturbation for Suzanne turned into something more than just satisfying desire - it became her obsession, which captured her entire being. Incredible, mind-blowing orgasms that she had never even dreamed of before were now rolling in waves, making her lose control of herself. The desire to satisfy herself became overwhelming and followed her literally everywhere. Suzanne could no longer control her impulses: she instinctively rubbed her throbbing clit at every opportunity.

Her days were filled with moments when she looked for any opportunity to touch her sensitive clitoris. It happened in the most inappropriate places - at work, in the office, at times when she should have been focused. It became a mandatory ritual for her. Her blouse was treacherously tight around her erect nipples, her excited body literally screamed about desire. Every movement betrayed her condition, and wet spots from her endless lubrication began to appear everywhere - on the chair, on the fabric of her skirt, on her skin.
To keep her clothes dry, before sitting down, Suzanne lifted her skirt, allowing her wet pussy to come into contact with the cold smoothness of the leather seat. This contact only increased her arousal. She was as if in a vicious circle: the more she tried to contain her unquenchable passion, the more it took hold of her. The musky, subtle scent of her desire hung in the air, making her blush at the thought that someone might sense it. But, surprisingly, the fear of being discovered only increased her arousal. It was a mixture of shame and pleasure that fueled her passion even more.
The frequency of her visits to the toilet at work increased. Each visit turned into a short respite during which she tried to calm her insatiable desire by secluding herself to caress her sensitive clitoris again and again. But even this did not provide complete satisfaction. Every evening, Suzanne lived in anticipation of communication with the mysterious M., which was invariably followed by sessions of masturbation. But as soon as the working day ended, her thoughts again began to circle around the coming evening.
Every evening, Suzanne lived in anticipation of communication with the mysterious M., which was invariably followed by sessions of masturbation. Her orgasms became more and more vivid and explosive, time after time eclipsing all her previous ones.