Jan Lynn has me so aroused all day long that by the time my husband gets home from work, he thinks he has hit the sex jackpot. He is accustomed to taking a shower after work, and I all but rip his clothing off. I don't even take off any of my clothing, I just pull him on top of me and beg him to make me orgasm. Usually after just a few thrusts of his wonderful cock, I am climaxing.

When we go to bed at night, I am always ready, willing, and very able to accommodate him; my game with Jan has me almost out of my mind all day and by the time my husband and I are in bed at night, I just want to be "fucked brainless", as my husband has come to call it. I want sex so much that I keep begging him to make me orgasm again and again until I am literally too tired and pass out. I wear my wonderful husband out, and he then uses his sport massager on me; bringing me to rapid intense orgasm after orgasm. Oh, it feels so wonderful!

My day has changed only slightly: I still get up and get my husband ready for work, then help my 4 wonderful children off to school. At that point I call Jan, and we Skype while she tell me what to do. She has me put the suction devices on my nipples as I shower, moisturize, and get makeuped. My nipples are becoming huge: each are almost an inch long and just over an half inch thick. They are so sensitive, I can barely stand being clothed. The sheer fabrics of my blouses caress them and adds to the intense arousal that Jan keeps me in all day.

The little butterfly vibe is my curse and delight, I have become so used to its feel, that I anticipate that little bit of emphasis each time Jan tells me to do something. She takes perverse pleasure in seeing me writhe and gasp, and teases me as I sit panting trying to fend off a climax from her torment and delight.

Her new game is to have me drink 2 glasses of water before I leave the house to watch her. I sit in front of the store where she works, watching, seeing her and imagining her and I doing those things I see in my daily lesbian porn search. The mall security have taken fondly to "patrolling" while I am at my voyeur station. I am almost always dressed in a very sheer or transparent blouse and rarely am allowed to wear a bra. My huge nipples stand erect under the thin fabric, easily viewed by any who care to look. I know I am "on display", but I have no choice if I wish to continue to have Jan Lynn in my game, I must play her's.

Many of the men that are regulars in the mall, try to get me interested. It is all I can do at times to not pull them off into one of the employee passages and take advantage of their willingness. The air around me is thick with my scent as Jan seems to instinctively know just how much of the little butterfly I can take before I have to break into heavy panting. This draws the men to me, and as I try to ignore their attention, Jan works the fob for the vibe if I do not flirt.

My morning drinks of water soon are vying for my attention, and I must ask permission of Jan before I can leave my bench in the mall. She will not give me permission until I am begging her, and at times, I have not made it all the stalls before I cannot hold it any longer. When I feel it start I step to the side, trying to be out of the way, and just stand there--my own urine streaming down my legs and my face glowing bright red. I text the mall for cleanup, then must return to my seat until Jan gives me permission to go.

Yesterday Jan had me wear my black slacks to the mall. I thought she was being uncharacteristically kind in allowing me to cover a bit, but my hopes were short lived. When I asked to be allow to head to the stalls, she gave me what I thought to be the normal wait, but as things became urgent, she texted: "Pee right there." I looked up at her, and she mouthed the words: "Pee for me slut." I crossed my legs and attempted to hold it. She used the vibe. I was panting when I felt the first bit, then it just let go: I sat there, my urine cascading from the bench beneath me.

I was much more than embarrassed: I was humiliated. The feeling was so intense, a feeling that I had never felt in such a way and with such perverse intimate pleasure. My body began to shake, I tried to pant and calm, but I could feel it building in me. My face was flushed fire red, my body was alive, my milk let down and I felt my blouse spreading the liquid as I began to lactate heavily, then it happened. I couldn't stop it. I orgasmed right there in the mall; seated outside the store, watching Jan as I did. It wasn't the deeply satisfying release I get with my husband; it wasn't any relief at all; I just kept feeling aroused and now extremely frustrated at being denied satisfaction. I began to sob, and then I got the text: "Now you are mine. My slut. My slave." I knew at that moment I could no longer deny Jan Lee anything she asked. I just looked at Jan and mouthed the words: "I know."

When Jan let me leave to go home, I stood and walked out of the mall like nothing had happened. My blouse was soaked with my milk, my slacks were drenched with my urine, but I felt aroused to a point I had never been before. I got home and headed for the shower. While I was washing I couldn't help it, but found myself running my hands down to my shaved mound. I'd begin rubbing, then realize what I was doing and quickly took my hands away. This happened several times. I was in real need of having sex. I was not only aroused, but I was craving sex. It was still early afternoon with several hours before my husband would be home. I decided to watch some TV, but found myself grinding against the chair, couch, or whatever piece of furniture I was seated upon. My whole body craved a sexual release.

Everything I did made me want sex. The mailman arrived and I met him to get the mail, I kept looking at his crotch wondering, wanting, just needing to use his cock. I went for a walk and the level of perversion my mind sought astounded me. I wanted sex with everyone I saw, I even saw a dog, and wondered if I would enjoy mating with it! It was all I could do not to strip my clothing off and masturbate myself or try the animal right there. I went home and my children were there from school, talking to them helped me somewhat put aside my thoughts of sex, but once my husband was home, I all but r**ed him, then last night I begged him to make me orgasm until I passed out.

My normal day has started; I am "dressed": very sheer red 5 button blouse, 3 buttons are undone, black leather mini, garters and black seamed stockings, and red 5" heels. I have looked up today's lesbian porn, I have applied my makeup and perfume, soon Jan Lynn will call, and I will take my seat watching her. What she has in store for me, I dare not venture a guess, because I already am aroused and my body already wants sex.