THE COMMAND PERFORMANCE
(M/F, cons, toys, delayed orgasm)


	Susan came in from a hard day's work, tired and frustrated.
She wanted nothing more than to shed her clothes, dive straight into
bed, and sleep for a week.  But there was a note on the front door.
As she noticed the handwriting, she began to get excited, for it was
written in the style of her lover, James.  She began to think that
sleep might not be an option for her, at least any time soon.  She
took the note from the door and read it aloud.
	"My darling pet," she read, her voice slightly quavering, "go
inside, shut and lock the door.  Set your things down and remove every
stitch of clothing right there in the foyer--leave your clothes there.
Then go into the bathroom and draw yourself the hottest bubble bath
you can possibly stand.  Relax, and let all of the tension drain from
your body.  Stay in the bath until you hear your alarm clock go off--I
want you fresh and ready for tonight's activities.  But under no
circumstances will you stimulate yourself while in the tub.  When you
hear the alarm, get out of the tub and dry yourself off completely.
Leave the towels in the bathroom.  Walk to your bedroom naked.  On the
bed will be a box.  Open it.  I'll see you soon, my pet.  James."
	Susan held the note to her racing heart for a moment.  She had
no idea what was in store for her tonight.  Her first impulse was to
run straight to her bedroom and open the box to satisfy her curiosity,
but she knew better than that.  And so she resolved to follow James's
instructions to the letter.
	She let herself into the house, shutting and locking the door
behind her.  She set her things down on the foyer table and began to
quickly and efficiently strip.  Her business suit and undergarments
were peeled off layer by layer until she was completely naked.
Trembling slightly with anticipation, she walked back to the bathroom,
trying not to look in the direction of her bedroom.
	Susan started the water running in the tub and got her bubble
bath liquid to add to it.  She adjusted the temperature until it was
as hot as she could stand it, then waited impatiently for the tub to
fill.  Finally, she shut the water off and gingerly stepped into the
tub.  She hissed--the water was almost too hot for her--but she slowly
inched her body into the steaming, bubbly liquid.  When she was
finally in, she sighed contentedly, feeling the stress and strain of
the day leeching out of her body.  It felt gooood.....
	She began slowly bathing herself, careful to obey James's
instruction not to stimulate herself.  It took a great deal of will
power, but she managed it.  Susan rubbed shampoo into her hair,
working her fingers into her scalp, trying to take her mind off the
building desire between her legs.  When her hair was thoroughly clean,
she rinsed it out and then lay back, trying to relax.  She was to
remain there until she heard her alarm.  The anticipation was almost
unbearable.
	Her mind began to wander.  She began fantasizing what James
might have in store for her this evening.  Thinking such things made
it even more difficult to keep her hands from roaming where they had
been forbidden to roam.  Susan was being pulled into a terrible
mixture of deep relaxation and sexual tension.  She began to wonder if
she would be able to complete even the first of James's instructions.
Where was that damned alarm?  Maybe something was wrong with it.
Maybe the power had flickered off before she got home, and reset the
clock.  Maybe--
	Susan's reverie was broken by the very thing she'd been
worrying about.  It was her alarm clock, summoning her to her next
task.
	With a mixture of excitement and apprehension, Susan stood and
pulled the stopper, letting the water flow out of the tub.  She
stepped onto the bath mat and began vigorously drying herself off.
She was racing, but she remembered her instructions.  She had to get
completely dry.
	When Susan was as dry as she could manage, she dropped the
towels on the floor and opened the bathroom door.  She hesitated for a
moment, as her concern over what might be waiting for her in the
bedroom overwhelmed her desire.  But the moment passed, and she walked
quickly to meet her fate.
	She pushed open the door to the bedroom, and sure enough,
lying on the bed was a large package wrapped with a silver ribbon.
She did not see any paper, no notes or instructions.  Maybe they were
in the box.  Only one way to find out.
	Susan pulled the ribbon off the box and took the top off.
Sure enough, the first thing to catch her eye was a microcassette
recorder.  The second thing to catch her eye were the clothes beneath
the recorder.  She picked up the recorder and glanced at the clothing
for a moment--she could see a very short black skirt and a white
frilly blouse, but she could tell there were things underneath.  She
decided to listen to her instructions before she touched any of it.
	Her slightly shaky hands managed to find the play button, and
the tiny tape began to move.  "My beloved Susan," James's voice spoke
from the speaker, "I trust you made it through my first set of
instructions without, shall we say, incident?"  Susan blushed at this.
James had known full well what a struggle it would be for her to
restrain herself, but she knew that he knew she was disciplined enough
to obey.
	"However, I also trust that you must be thoroughly aroused by
now, and very wet."  Susan smiled.  How very true.  "Remove the blouse
and skirt from the box and set them on the bed.  Turn the tape off now
and do this."  Susan switched the machine off and picked up the blouse
and skirt and placed them on the bed.  She peered into the box and
gasped at what she saw.
	Inside the box were a pair of black high heeled shoes and a
pair of stockings.  But that is not what rattled Susan.  Next to those
items was a rather large and wicked-looking vibrator attached to a
pair of panties...at least, it looked like a pair of panties.  But
when she touched it, she realized that it was made from molded
plastic.  It had a series of hefty-looking straps hanging from it,
and, most disturbingly, a lock.
	Susan recovered from her momentary shock and picked up the
recorder again.  She breathlessly hit the play button.
	"You will have noticed my little present.  I have a friend who
is brilliant with mechanical things, and he built this for me to my
specifications.  But before we get to it, I should warn you that if
you need to relieve yourself, you'd best do it now, because you won't
get the chance for a few hours.  If so, stop the tape now."  Susan
stopped the tape, took care of Mother Nature, and returned to the
room.  Again, she activated the recorder.
	"You can put this recorder on the bed now.  Leave it running."
There was a pause in James's speaking, and Susan took advantage of it
to do as he said.  "Now," said the voice from the bed, "pick up my
present."  There was another pause, and Susan lifted the
sinister-looking device with both hands.
	"This device, you will notice, is shaped rather like a bent
triangle.  With the vibrator in place, it is designed to fit you like
a glove.  More to the point, it is designed to prevent you from
touching yourself.  It is lined with rubber and soft cloth everywhere
it will touch you, but notice how it pushes outward in the middle,
forming a concave surface?  Once strapped in and locked, you can push
against this surface as much as you like, but you will not be able to
touch or transfer any sensation to your pussy.  Nor will you be able
to move the vibrator so much as a millimeter.  Once my present is
secured, the only sensations your pussy will feel will come from the
vibrator."  Susan was moaning already in anticipation.
	"Observe the vibrator.  You will notice that there is no
on/off switch, no speed control."  She looked carefully, and sure
enough, there was nothing.  "This vibrator is remote controlled.  It
is part of a wireless system.  Now let me explain what is going to
happen to you tonight, my pet."
	Susan, eyes wide, could only stare at this demon in her
hands...a demon she knew she would soon be fitting herself with.  Her
breath starting to come in little gasps.
	"Some friends of mine and I are jamming at a local club
tonight.  We're going to be playing some covers and some originals
we've written.  The important thing, as far as you're concerned, is
that you be standing at the front of the crowd, in front of the stage,
on the side of the stage that is to your left.  I want to be able to
see you while we play."
	Susan was trembling now.
	"We're opening up for a fairly popular local band, so I expect
there will be a large crowd.  You need to get there early to make sure
you'll be able to stand in front.  Be at the club at 9:30.  Now, back
to my present.  It is a wireless system, and the signal that activates
the vibrator will come from my bass guitar.  Whatever frequency of
note I play on my bass will be transferred to the vibrator...if I play
a low E, the vibrator will rumble slowly and deeply.  If I play a high
note, the vibrator will buzz quickly and sharply.  What's more, how
hard I pluck the strings will be reflected in the intensity of the
vibrations.  Quiet passages will make it buzz faintly.  More vigorous
playing will mean more vigorous vibrating.  Unfortunately for you, the
vibrations will never quite be hard enough for long enough to make you
come.  
	"The music we will be playing tonight has been carefully
chosen so that I'll be able to vary my playing quite a lot over the
course of our two-hour show.  That's right, my pet.  Two hours.  We'll
take a fifteen-minute break between sets, but you won't be so
lucky...just before we walk offstage, I'll flip a switch that will
make the vibrator buzz at a constant medium speed during the entire
break.  Then it's back to the wild fluctuations for you.  By the end
of our show, you will have reached a level of arousal that you never
thought humanly possible.  You won't be in any condition to drive, so
I will drive you back here in your car.  The vibrator will be off by
that time, but that will be a mixed blessing at best.
	"It's time, my pet.  Turn off the tape now, and get dressed.
I'll see you soon."
	Susan turned the recorder off.  She sat down on the bed and
shivered.
	Susan looked at the clock.  She knew that she didn't have a
tremendous amount of time.  She would have to get dressed fairly
quickly.  But first, she had to put on this...thing.
	Hearing James tell her what her fate was for the evening had
made her wet enough to easily receive the vibrator.  She shuddered as
she began slowly sliding it in, trying hard not to overstimulate
herself.  Even though she knew that by the end of the evening she'd
regret not coming when she had the chance, she did not want to
disappoint James.  And so the vibrator went in without pushing her
over the edge, and she concentrated on figuring out the straps.  It
wasn't really hard to work out, but her fingers were shaking as she
tried to fasten and tighten the straps.  Finally, she locked the last
strap into place.  Susan tested her new prison, trying to see if it
could be budged, or if the straps could be removed.  They could not.
She pressed on the hard plastic that shielded her pussy, trying to see
if she could get any sensation through at all....but nothing.  She
tapped it, rapped on it, struck it.  Still nothing.
	Susan stood up rather shakily, a little dizzy from both desire
and fear and knowledge of what was to come.  Or rather, what was not
to come.  She put the rest of her clothes on hastily, then walked to
her full-length mirror to examine the result.  Aside from the fact
that her taut nipples were clearly visible, jutting out from beneath
the thin blouse, no one looking at her would ever be able to tell that
there was a diabolical demon lodged between her legs.  No one would
know how much distress she was in.  No one except for her...and James.
	Glancing at the clock, she realized she'd have to hurry to get
there on time.
	Driving to the club proved to be more difficult than she
imagined.  It was hard to concentrate on the road; her mind was racing
in a thousand different directions.  The desire between her legs was
already building from sheer anticipation and the solid mass of the
vibrator so deeply embedded in her.
	But at last, she made it.  She checked herself in the mirror,
and she had to admit she did look fabulous.  She got out of the car,
and noticed a couple of people looking at her.  She became convinced
that they knew...that somehow everyone knew what was going to happen
to her.  She could just imagine them talking behind their hands,
smirking and giggling about her fate.  But she knew it was just her
overactive imagination.  That was one of the most devious elements of
her dilemma--only James would know what was happening to her.
	She checked her watch, and yes, she was early, as instructed.
She easily maneuvered around the few people in the club (her name was
on the guest list, of course, so she got in for free) and made her way
to the stage.  She would have loved to sit at one of the tables, but
her instructions were clear.  And so she stood there waiting, trying
to ignore everyone around her, glancing at her watch every few
minutes.
	At long last, a door on the side of the stage opened, and
there was James, clad in black.  He carried his bass guitar in his
hand, and she shivered as she saw it, knowing it was to be the real
instrument of her torment this evening.  James was followed by three
other musicians, friends of his, who immediately began tuning up.  But
James set his bass down and approached Susan.
	"How are you tonight, my pet?" he asked, leaning down to kiss
her briefly.  He cupped her chin and stared into her wide eyes.  "I
can see you came dressed for the occasion.  Good."  Susan would have
given anything for him to have just ripped off her clothes right there
in front of everyone, unlocked and removed the damn prison that kept
her from touching herself, and taken her right then and there, but she
merely smiled, with a twinkle in her eyes, and pretended that she was
not in the least bit distressed about what was about to happen.  James
was very good at this game, but so was she.  "Play well, my Lord," she
said calmly, staring back into his eyes with an expression that
clearly said "hit me with your best shot.  I can take it."
	James saw this expression and knew it for what it was.  He
smiled broadly, accepting the challenge.  "I will, my pet," he purred.
"I will."
	James stepped back from her, picked up his bass, and casually
fastened it to the strap that hung around his neck.  Once everything
was plugged in, Susan saw his hand move to a small box.  A tremor shot
through her body as she saw his finger poised over a switch.  James
smiled at her and flipped the switch.  She tensed her body, ready for
it, but nothing happened.  Then she remembered, it would only activate
when he played.  As if to demonstrate this fact, James moved his right
thumb to the top of the lowest string.  He muted the string with his
left hand and quickly struck the string with his right thumb.  What
everyone heard was a loud popping sound that did not have a specific
pitch.  But Susan felt the vibrator stir instantly to life.  It
couldn't have been on for even half a second, but it felt like it had
jumped to its highest setting in that time span.  It almost felt like
an electric shock, and she gasped.
	James smiled at her, then turned to the other musicians.  "We
in tune, guys?  Give me an E."  The two guitarists obliged him, and
James listened for a bit before playing his low E.  Susan felt it
immediately.  It was a low, deep rumble between her legs, far deeper
than she would ever have imagined a vibrator would be capable of.  It
wasn't nearly as powerful as her first little taste, but it lasted
much, much longer.  She gasped a little as James fiddled with the
tuning knob.  She could actually feel the changes in the frequency of
vibrations between her legs.  When James finished tuning, he smiled
again at Susan, then nodded to the drummer.  The drummer gave a count
of four clicks with his drumsticks, and the band launched into their
first song.
	Susan had to put her hands on the monitor in front of her in
order to steady herself.  She simply could not believe the sensations
she was feeling as she watched James's hands move up and down the
bass.  Trust him to use the first song as a demonstration of what she
was in for.  He was going all over the fretboard, and Susan was amazed
as she felt the precise changes in the vibrator's speed.  By the end
of the first song, she knew what every single note on that bass felt
like.
	And then she was allowed a few seconds respite while the
singer thanked the audience and introduced the next song.  But the
music cranked up again, and so did the vibrator.  Susan could only
hold on and ride along.
	She lost track after the fifth song...it all became kind of
hazy.  Susan was being pushed into another state of mind.  It became
harder and harder to think rationally.  All she could think of was the
desperation between her legs.  And it just got worse.  And worse.  And
worse.  Until she felt that she would go mad.
	But then, through the haze, she heard a voice saying something
about taking a break, and realized that she'd made it all the way
through the first set!  She was so delighted until she saw James
smiling at her, and then she remembered his promise.  Sure enough, he
reached back and touched the box.  She pleaded with him with her eyes,
but he only smiled harder and flipped a second switch.  The buzzing
began anew, only this time, it was constant and unchanging.  It was
also fairly mild compared to what she'd been through.  But aroused as
she was, it was enough to keep her in that state indefinitely without
pushing her over.  She closed her eyes, and when she opened them
again, James was standing right in front of her.
	"Come with me, my pet," he said, holding out his hand.  She
took it, and he helped her up onto the stage.  He guided her, as she
was walking rather shakily, to the side of the stage, to the door he
had entered from.  Pushing it open, he guided her into the room before
closing the door and turning on the lights.  He locked the door.
Susan looked around, blinking.  It was the club's dressing room.
	James sat in a chair, took her by the hand, and sat her in his
lap.  He held her so that she was sitting sideways, and she leaned her
head up against his shoulder.  She wrapped her arms around him, and he
wrapped his arms around her.
	"Well, my pet, how do you like the show so far?"  James asked,
kissing her forehead, which was damp with sweat.  Susan moaned and
mewled and clutched him tightly.  "Please, my Lord," she whispered,
"please."
	James helped reposition her so that she straddled him, facing
her.  He pressed her body up against his, kissing her passionately.
She responded with a passion that she had never known before.  James
slipped one hand beneath her blouse and began rubbing her hardened
nipples.  Susan was shaking like a leaf now.  She felt that at any
second she would explode.  And yet she did not.  The vibrator kept
singing the same damn tune, without the slightest variation, and James
kept kissing her and caressing her breasts, until she felt she would
die.  And yet she did not.
	And then, without warning, the vibrations stopped.  This was
almost as shocking as when they first started, and James could feel
Susan twitch.  "Time's up, I see," he said.  "Time for our second
set."
	James helped Susan stand, and once again guided her to the
stage.  Her mind was a foggy blur, she couldn't even think of the
words needed to beg James for sweet release.  All she could do was be
led by James.  Before she knew what was even happening, she was
standing back where she had been originally, and the music had begun
anew.  Time lost all meaning.  She fell into the music, through the
music, into a universe where there was only her, James, the music, and
the endless vibrations.  Nothing else existed.  Words were impossible,
the only sounds to escape her lips were moans that were drowned out by
the music and the cheering in between the music.  She was drowning.
	And then everything stopped, and her world snapped back into
focus again.  The show was over.  The tormentor between her legs sang
no more.  She felt James guiding her out of the club.  She felt him
gently put her into the passenger seat of her own car.  And she felt
the car pull out of the club parking lot and move down the road.  She
turned to look at James, and he smiled at her.  He put his hand on her
leg and patted it reassuringly.  Soon they would be back at her place,
and he would conjure up a key to this damned device like he was
performing some great magic trick, and the tribulations she had been
through tonight would be swept away.  Everything would be wonderful.