(floating notion, modify as necessary)
I(?) wake up and find a note from you(?) on a blue 3x5" card:
"I've left a number of notecards around the apartment. You don't know where or how many. Before I get back this evening I expect you to have found them all and ejaculated on each. Jack your little thing and squirt your little load if you can. If you can't you'll be punished.
When I get back you're probably going into chastity. For each card you don't find and each you can't stain to my satisfaction you're going to stay in chastity for a week. Maybe you'll find them all, maybe you'll make enough of your nasty mess that you get to be free, like a real person tonight. I doubt it."
I have all day but i don't think i can do it. You know my limits and i bet you've hidden some cards very well. I wish my equipment was more productive. You're not here, i'm not going to see you but i'm going to be afraid of you all day.
I keep looking at where you wrote "I doubt it." Neat handwriting, no need for flourish. I can imagine you saying that, i can imagine a few different tones of voice. I'm going to be anxious all day and no matter what happens between now and when you get home you're going to come through the door and i know i'm going to just melt, fall apart.
I'm barely a person. I'm smart, capable and high functioning but fundamentally submissive.
