Waxed coated medium-rare Beth, with a side of raw vegetables.

Pet play is not something we usually do… BUT! Ben was curious about trying something he found online, and while it wasn’t “traditional” pet play it was interesting enough for me to agree to give it a try. The scary part was even Jess was interested in the idea. So with the kiddo at my mother’s, the 4 of us met in Ben’s living room where a suspension frame was standing ominously off to my side like the obelisk in 2001 A Space Odyssey.

Before I knew it I was naked, on my knees and elbows with each lower limb tied to its upper limb. I could not stand, my arms bound

They gave me a moment to get used to this and even with the padding they had put under my knee caps and elbows for safety I already didn’t like this. Ben pulled on my collar forcing me to “walk” just a little as a test, “walking” like this was rather uncomfortable….but….it was also degrading which made this so much hotter.

After the quick test “walk” another collar with a leach was put around my neck above my normal metal one. Then a leather harness was strapped onto my head that went over and around my head with 2 scarry looking small metal hooks that dangled in front of me. Ben put them into my nostrils and gently pulled up before secured then to the harness. My nostrils were now more exposed giving me a more “pig face” look. My nose did not hurt and I could still breathe but it did feel very weird.

Lucky for me the ball gag (at least for now) that was part of the harness was left hanging just under my chin. I looked over at my white knight, my valiant defender, my Mistress who just smiled at me but kept watching intently, I smiled back at her before looking up at Ben trying to guess what he was thinking.

Ben looked me over and was satisfied, he took the leash and “walked” me around the room, a few times, the balls inside my cunts churning up a frothy mess, but being walked around wasn’t the worst part, it was his next order,

“I think Miss Piggy Beth should be snorting like a pig, if you look like a pig you should sound like a pig don’t you think?” I looked at him as if I didn’t understand his command, but I understood it perfectly, but shyness and pride took over me and I froze, he ordered me again, I looked over at Jess, who had her head tilted to one side, both eyebrows raised and her lips scrunched together pretending like I was disappointing her. Amy was sitting beside her messing with my tablet, but that wasn’t important right now.

Just a note readers… When your dominant partner gives you a dissatisfactory look, it can be upsetting, hurt, but in this case, it made me reevaluate my choices. I got the “if you disappoint me here you will regret it at home” look right after the first one.

I submitted and snorted like a pig, my head dropped with embarrassment just before I got smacked hard on the rear, “Again, louder!” Ben commanded, I snorted again, followed by another spank, he began to walk me around the room again but he kept ordering me to snort then spank me again and again. IT seemed to last hours, bet it would have been only 20 minutes, my arms started to ache, I just wanted the be fucked right now, or really hurt, all this messing about pretending to be a pig was just humiliating, I don’t think I was ever more humiliated in front of my closest friends before.

“Good little piggy”, Ben said as he finally stopped. My four “legs” were tired, I wanted to collapse onto my side and take a rest, but Ben took a rope harness that he had craftily prepared earlier, a grid pattern formed with rope knotted with larger 4 holes in each corner for my “legs” to fit through. The harness was pulled under me and I stepped awkwardly into the holes, which Ben guided my limbs into, as I couldn’t see them, I was just clumsily moving my legs.

Once all four of my limbs were in the correct places, the harness was tightened around me as Jess moved the intimidating-looking wooden frame into the middle of the room, The two beefy legs were on either side of me, Jess lifted me in her arms under me and Ben started fastening me so I’d be hanging within the frame.

The ball gag was finally pushed into my mouth now and tightened, I hung there, my weight distributed evenly. It wasn’t painful, not even uncomfortable, if anything, it was relaxing, except for the nose hooks that still felt weird. I could have probably fallen asleep like this, with all four of my legs hanging below me. Could have, but then everything went downhill.

Ben pushed a couple of thin carrots wrapped in a condom right into my pussy, it was a pretty tight fit, and he did the same with my ass, earning a rather despondent groan from me. My butt was slapped, probably for whining, or because that’s what he liked doing.

As I hung there, suspended with all my holes stuffed, I imagine with the green tops of the carrots sticking out of me. Ben and Jess got their next tricks ready, our rainbow set of candles we had bought the year before, and a plain set on candles we just had before we found the better set.

Jess took the rainbow set lighting them up and began pouring hot wax all over my exposed back, probably doing some artwork, I don’t know, it wasn’t bad, I’ve had wax in much worse places than my back. What was attracting my attention were the plain set of candles being stood up beneath me being lit causing a growing warmth under my chest and abdomen. It wasn’t too hot, but quite uncomfortable, I wiggled slightly, causing myself to swing slightly, which helped a lot.

After a small while, Jess was happy with how covered my back was in the multicoloured wax and sat back down.

After a short time, I was still warm, on both sides, Ben made more pig jokes but of the eating kind now, “I wish I had brought the apple sauce, you look divine” being one of the more memorable.

Amy was chucking away in the corner on my phone, saying she was talking to one of my friends on Twitter… She found it amusing that she was pretending to be me and seeing how long she can keep it going.

That’s when I saw Ben pull a pack of wooden cocktail sticks from his bag, followed by a bag of marshmallows.

Amy came over, taking one of the sharp 3-inch long cocktail stick too, Mistress stayed sat down watching me, I looked at her, we had a small moment where our emotions transcended voice. I like it when we just look at each other, especially when she is pleased. Right then a sharp prick in my side came at the hands of Amy with a cocktail stick, breaking my moment. I groaned loudly into my gag at her. She is such a mean bitch sometimes.

She poked me, again and again, using two sticks in each hand over various parts of my body, I was unable to see where she’d strike next as my head was fixed in place.

This went on for another 20 minutes

Ben had risen the candles below me on the tray they were sat on, and my underside was becoming unbearably hot making me scream through the gag. I wiggled my head from side to side frantically signalling him to stop. He moved the candle away and blew them out, then pulled the gag out of my mouth, “you are a sadistic bastard you know that?” I yelled at him, Amy was chuckling rubbing my feet, “yeah, I expected that from her.” I continued, he chuckled now, they fucking belonged together, Jess who had left without me noticing had returned with a cool flannel, dabbing it across my belly and chest.

“ I think we are done with this little game, how was it?” Mistress asked me, Ben started untying my limbs so I can just get out without being lifted, “It was alright, sort of degrading, I am glad I was doing that in front of you, and not in front of an audience like at one of the clubs, I don’t think I could have done it. The flames were warm as fuck, I think they need to be spaced out a little more.” Being walked like a pet wasn’t too bad, but if I was going to do that, I’d like to be something fun like a dog. Being a pig wasn’t very fun”.

Jess dropped a square of milk chocolate into my mouth and kissed me gently then forcefully on the lips holding my lower jaw with her left hand. “It’s not something we’ll likely repeat, but something off of our bucket list for now”. Jess smiled down at me as I knelt on the ground on my now freed body, the frame being pushed away. I Smiled and nodded sucking on the piece of galaxy chocolate in my mouth.

“Okay sex, then bed, she’s all yours”. Jess gave over my control completely to Ben and Amy, then left the room.

What followed was a night of quite vanilla fun, some light spanking, choking pinching and scratching nothing your imaginations can’t dream up, you’d probably imagine it better. Or load up a porno with a couple seducing the Asian babysitter, that’d be fitting enough.

Hope you all enjoyed another short tale.

A quick disclaimer, suspension and open flames are not a good idea when mixed with some ropes that have a low burning/melting point, so this could result in severe injury or worse if not watched performed and watched over intently, You might want to suggest hemp wax here and to have a small fire extinguisher handy.

I thought it would be just another normal Saturday, Enjoy a trip to the museum, teach the kiddo new stuff and watch her eyes light up with fascination and learning… at least that is what I thought was going to happen until Ben and Amy just magically decided to invite themselves to the museum with us..

I had been taken to the bathroom four times already my Amy, pulled into a cubicle for a rough fuck with her strap on, various ways, each time not being aloud to reach climax. Combined with nipple pinching at opportune times made keeping my noise down which for me is difficult at the best of times when your partner is a vicious bitch. One time even a couple women had walked in, and I really thought I was going to blow my cover, but I kept quiet.

This time however, it was Ben who was tugging me at my arm towards where I knew the bathtrooms were, Jess kept our daughter occupied as we went. Being pulled into a disabled toilet had it’s advantages, there was more space to work with than the previous times.

Ben wasted no time pinning me up against the white wall, the edge of a mirror digging into my left shoulder and a hand towel dispenser to my right. My rather modest knee length skirt was pulled up and bunched around my waist.

Given his height and strength in relation to my lack thereof, he lifted me with one arm under my bottom, my legs spreading to allow him into me. Pushing into me fully and deeply in one movement.

I almost cried out a sexual note as his hand clasped my face, smothering my mouth and nose.

His thrusts were powerful and fast, crushing my hips against the wall, one of my arms clutching the towel dispenser instinctively as my mind span and raced faster and faster. My pleasure building up to a final crescendo and his deep needy grunts filling the air around, they hit a primal part of me I always forget exists until it happens again.

My head hurls back, his hand still on my mouth, and almost like it was planned his bearded face pushes into my neck sucking and biting on it as if claiming me as his own. Not that he’d dream of taking me away that is, that ship sailed many years ago.

My orgasm hit hard, right over his pounding cock with my pussy quivering in blissful pleasure, he came shortly afterwards right into my love canal. The only man in my life right now I won’t require to wear a condom.

As he held me there, my body relaxing after its powerful climax, I accidentally knock off the front of the paper towel dispenser causing it to hit the floor with a reverberating plasticy clang.

We share a look, mine of horror and humiliation, his of pure mirth as he lowered me, I was so afraid of leaving the toilet now that people might see us leave together that I almost forgot to lower my skirt. Ben reapplied the plastic cover, and pushed down my skirt and handed me some paper towels from the still functional towel dispenser, I wiped myself down gently dumping the soiled towels in the bin before I reached for the lock and planned to walk out with my head high and uncaring of the was looking.

A walk in the park?
Today was assignment day, my first!
I had read the assignment as it was forwarded to me, so it was no surprise what it was. Amy was taking me out to a location they had chosen for this task. I was wearing a red checkered miniskirt, not too mini, but short enough. It looked like one of those schoolgirl dresses you’d buy from a kink store online for some teacher/student roleplay, which is probably why Amy owned it. I know Ben’s kinks; it made sense after all the naughtiness we got up to in school together.

My shirt was a simple crop top, bright pink but otherwise featureless, also not one of mine, so it didn’t hug my skin as tightly as clothes I liked to wear. It swayed a little as I walked, and conceivably, with a bit of wind from below, it could be blown up, revealing my tiny breasts. I had no bra – so no protection from that happening. I did, however, have bright pink panties on, which was part of the assignment.

Stepping out of Amy’s tiny hatchback, that was in desperate need of cleaning, something that unsettled me greatly, we emerged a short distance away from a town centre. I don’t know why she had brought me so far out from our city for the assignment, but if I had to guess it was to prevent recognition.

The park area was tiny. I could have walked a lap around the path in about a minute. “Amy, this isn’t going to work, no one will come through here,” I complained to her, though I secretly wished no one would come through given the nature of my task. She replied, smirking with one of her signature smirks, “they will. Trust me. This bench here will do fine.” She pointed to it for clarification. I sat upon the bench looking inwards at the grass and the looping winding grass that circled it, then the rest of the tiny park, surrounded by tall trees that blocked out some of the sounds from the main road.

She sat in the short grass opposite me, cross-legged and staring at my knees, or rather my pussy. I parted my legs for her, my face flushing. I looked around and seeing no one immediately coming, I lifted my butt and quickly pushed my panties down my legs, off of one, only to leave them hanging around one ankle. The bright pink material contrasted with my black socks and shoes, meaning they’d be unmissable, but that was the idea.
I closed my legs as directed in Master Brandon’s assignment and waited, Amy pulled out her phone from her bag and laid on her back with it.

It had been a long while since I had used the Lush; a wireless toy stuffed up inside my pussy. Last time I had used it Jess had turned it to full intensity so suddenly that I almost had a terrible accident with a full kettle of hot water that I was holding.

But today I didn’t have a kettle, so Amy cranked it up. I had forgotten what it was like; the vibrations churning through my soft tissues. I hadn’t used this toy in a while, but I knew that it had just been turned up to full by Amy, who idly played with the app with no expression on her face.

“Amy! Brandon said vibrator on medium,” I snapped. Having the vibrator on full power was not part of the assignment. I was about the protest further when someone came into my peripheral vision – a smartly dressed man. I smiled at him as he walked by, and I think he noticed me, but he was too busy with his phone to really pay attention. I watched him leave a little too long, distracted, until I felt something hit me in the side of the face and land on my knee. A wooden peg. I clutched my face too see Amy smirking at me.

“He’s not in the assignment either, unless you want to improvise? Brandon requested a ‘moderate’ level, but I think if I max you out only when people walk past, on average you’d be at a moderate level for the entire assignment, isn’t math fun?”

I grumbled at her before picking up the peg that hit me in the face earlier. I looked around quickly before reaching under my skirt and clamping it to my left labia.
Amy knew I sucked at math, but even I could tell that for the average to work she needed to turn the toy down. Except she didn’t. Instead she set it into a pattern mode, my pussy clenching the toy in a rhythm of its own, my mouth somewhat ajar as I looked at Amy, who was smirking at me. I couldn’t help let out a small moan. I was distracted, which is why I didn’t notice a large man approach. He looked down at my panties, still draped around my ankle, with a perplexed look. His eyes came up to my face with a judging glance and a slight smile as he looked forward again. I blushed crimson. I hadn’t heard him coming. He was too silent of a walker for someone of that size. That was scary.
Amy was laughing at me as she stood, holding out another peg which I took. “This assignment is too easy.” She said. “Your next one is better, but this isn’t humiliating for you at all. You should keep your legs open for the next five people.”

“What! Those weren’t the rules! You can’t do that!“ I protested back at her, I knew I was wrong the moment I said it.

She shot me a dark look, as another person approached with heavy footsteps. She looked at them. I didn’t. She leaned forward, her face close to mine. “What title do I have over you?” She asked me. But before I could answer her question, she kissed me hard on the mouth. She held my head still, her hand pressing between my thighs, her fingers running through my extremely damp folds. I could hear the footsteps and I stiffened as she played with me.

I was super humiliated now. I heard the person walk very slowly past us, probably getting a good look at us, (the perv), not that we weren’t any better.

She pulled away from me. “Hmmmm? What am I?” She asked in a look you’d give a child that had been naughty and you were explaining to them what they had done and why they should be punished for it. Except I hadn’t done anything wrong, besides being me; a filthy-minded, ever horny, fuck slut, just begging for my next orgasm. I would do anything for it. One of my friends calls it a “not-drug”, a crude but very apt description.

“My Mistress,” I replied.
“And who gave me that power over you?” She asked further.
“My Mistress Jess,” I said. I knew I was screwed here. I knew it back when I mentioned ‘the rules’, but she was milking this.

“That’s right, and what were the rules given to me and my Master by Jess, when it came to using you?” She had a sickeningly uppity tone in her voice now and an evil smile on her face. But I knew it was all an act to further get stuff out of me, challenging get me to disobey.

I sighed. “You are both to keep me busy. Use me how you see fit as long as I am not commanded to do anything outside my limits, or do anything thing that conflicted with Mistress Jess’ permanent orders or any outstanding orders from her without asking”.
Amy placed another couple of pegs in my hand. “That’s right, and this Brandon fellow said that we can change his assignment however we want, so do carry on, or you will do the rest of the job topless.

I looked at her for a few moments before putting all three pegs onto myself. I now had two on each petal, heat biting into my desperate cunt, with the vibrator working up a foamy broth inside me. I didn’t care that I had 1 extra peg than I should have suffered. Amy probably considered it punishment for talking back. I got off light.

She retreated back to the grass on the other side of the path, sat back down, and adjusted the setting of my vibrator. It went back up to a constant high rumble rather than the alternating rhythm it had before. I wasn’t allowed to cum, but I knew that if she did this to me, I would very soon. I took a deep breath, my pussy clenching the toy inside me in an effort to kill it or hold off my approaching orgasm. My hips shook as I perched gingerly on the bench.

A short moment later a woman approached. She looked businesslike, clutching a folder of something to her chest. I smiled at her. She scanned me as she walked past, down up and up down. The look I got in return was one of utter disdain, her nose crinkled, her lips twitched. I had never felt so low from just a look, I felt cold all of a sudden.

I looked down at Amy after the woman had gone. Amy was already looking at me, laying on her tummy, head in her hands, peg tapping the side of her face. “Well, she was a prudish cunt,” Amy said, “Probably relegated to a life of man on top, missionary only sex…” I recognised that line, I just didn’t know where though.

She got to her feet, stepped up, and handed me another peg, “just three more. Then you are done. See not so bad!” I was still feeling awful over that woman and I looked up at Amy.
“The way she stared at me made me feel like crap.”
“Just forget about her. She’s not worthy of thinking abou-” She was cut off by two teenage boys running past, followed by more teenagers, all in school uniforms; not tucked in shirts, small improperly tied ties. I closed my legs. What the fuck were kids doing out of school?

I looked at Amy who slammed her bag down in my lap to hide my belly and unzipped her jacket, “I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. I used to come here when I was younger. There are loads of businesses nearby and a high-class doctor’s surgery in the corner. I completely forgot that the secondary school I went to is right behind all of it, and the kids would be coming out out on lunch. We’ll go back to the car and wait till they leave or find another spot.” I reached down and pulled the panties from my ankle and stuffed them in the bag, but there was nothing I could do about the pegs. And the vibrator was still on.

She handed me her jacket to put on. She had a much less eye-catching t-shirt. So I quickly covered up without question. She took me by the arm and walked me out of the tiny park. I thought we got cancelled, but my mind was racing so hard with adrenaline that I could hear my own heartbeat more than sounds. I wanted to run as fast as possible, but I found comfort in Amy’s firm grip of my arm. We walked back to the car, both of us letting out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, we’ll get lunch, wait for the kids to go back to school, and then return. Sound good?” She looked at me. I was shaking, not just from the fear, but because she hadn’t turned the vibrator down for the entire trip back to the car. “I’m going to cum.” I declared.

“No you fucking are not,” she replied, her voice rising. She grabbed her phone and turned off the vibrator completely. My hips bucked in anger at the change in stimulation right as I approached the edge, my arms flailing for a few moments before settling.
“You might actually make it to the end of this challenge”, she chuckled as I caught my breath, “I’m going to get food. Watching you squirm like a whore is exhausting to watch”. I laughed back at her as we drove off down the road, towards a McDonald’s drive-through. She got something for herself, but didn’t even ask me if I wanted anything. She knew my rules very well.

She told me I had food in her bag if I was hungry. I wasn’t hungry but I was curious what food she had packed away for me. I pulled out a large plastic container containing a singular sandwich; tuna and sweetcorn mayonnaise. An apple, and my favourite chocolate bar. I smiled at her as I knew she had made it for me.

After food, we headed back to the park, hoping it was devoid of kids. We didn’t see any, so we returned to where we were before. Amy threw my panties at me from her bag, and I hung them from my right ankle. “Three more pegs, right?” I asked. She nodded, turning the vibrator back on, making me dizzy for a second as my hips started their little dance straight away.

Person number 5 came by not long after the vibrator started up. I smiled at him as he approached. He looked very shy and he looked away from my smile, seemingly upset. That made me feel bad and I couldn’t help hoping that he would find happiness too. Besides, having some deranged looking, overly sexed woman smile at you randomly would make anyone a bit uneasy. Right? He disappeared out of the park. I lifted the hem of my skirt, knowing that another peg had to go on.

Before Amy could get up to hand me my next clothes peg, another person walked up, another man; tall, well built, dressed in a suit, no briefcase, no phone. I smiled at him. He walked past both of us slowly, looking us over a couple times. I expected him to stop, to stare, especially considering my legs were spread and my exposed pussy was covered in pegs. Instead he moved on.

Amy looked at me funnily, pulling a second peg from the pack to give to me. But as she started to get up, the man turned back and headed back toward us. Amy sat down on the grass facing me, with a confused look on her face.

The guy came back up, slowed, and then sat down on the opposite end of the bench from me. My heart was pounding so hard I’m sure even Amy could hear it. “So what kind of kinky fetishists game are you both playing? I’ve been intrigued for hours.” He pointed to a singular window visible between a gap in the tree in front of me but slightly to the left. I shrugged nervously, my face flaring red. Amy stood up, walking over, as he looked at her, “I suppose you are the top here?” He asked her, super calmly, “I’m Chris.” He held out his hand, “I’ve been into this stuff for years, never had one of my pets expose themselves to passers-by, that is exceptionally bold…”

Amy took his hand. “We are sorry if we bothered you. Beth here has certain kinks that are really hard to keep satisfied, so we thought we’d try something new.” She was calm as a rock, keeping her composure probably because she dumped all the tough stuff on me.

He stood again, clasping her handshake with another hand. “Well, do be careful. My last sub was into exhibitionism too, and she got into a bit of trouble over it before we met”.
Amy smiled at him. “We will be. Thank you.” He nodded at her, and she smirked as he walked away, giving me a little. I shyly waved back, almost stunned. I looked at Amy and she smirked at me harder than ever. Suddenly Amy shouted his name, “Hey Chris!” She continued to look straight at me. He turned and shuffled back down the path towards us. I was super confused now. Amy’s face turned dark. “How would you like a blow job? Beth’s treat. I know she’s just dying for it.”

If I wasn’t stunned before, I certainly was now, my eyes bugged out and my jaw dropped at her. Chris noticed my expression. “I wouldn’t want to intrude on your fun. You seemed to be having a good time without me,” He said at her, but looked directly at me, with hungry eyes. I knew what he really wanted.
“Awww, don’t be so daft. Look at her. Her mouth is already open and ready,” she said.
“You are right about that”, he replied carefully.

“My car is over there,” Amy said, pointing towards her hatchback which was parked just out of view. I looked at her in utter shock. This was not part of the assignment. And there was a strict vetting process in place for people to come into contact with me.
She took Chris’ arm in hers, just as she did mine earlier, and they began walking. She clicked her fingers twice at her me and pointed the way they were going, and that was enough of an order for me, I stood up and followed, pegs dangling from my petals, the vibrator still on full blast.

“You will like this. She is very good at it,” Amy boasted on my behalf. “My own Master uses her on a regular basis.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. My brain wanted to run away again, but the rest of me definitely wanted this man, rules be damned.
She unlocked the car and Chris opened the passenger door, sliding the seat back. I knew where this was going now, or rather, where I was going. I took a deep breath and took the plunge onto the footboard in front of him, kneeling down. He leaned his seat back, and I looked up at him and Amy who was sat in the driver’s seat. She nodded and starting the engine with a smile.

I unbuttoned, unhooked, and unzipped his black suit trousers. His manhood was already pressed against the fabric, screaming for attention. One of my hands gripped the bulge, my entire body on fire, the vibrator inside me suddenly seemingly non-existent. It surprised even me that I hadn’t cum from it yet. I remember the vibrator being more brutal than this, but that didn’t matter at that moment. I had a more important thing to do.

I pulled his cock out from his pants. It wasn’t massive, but it had an impressive size. I knew Amy looked while driving. She wanted to see it also. I smiled at it and then up at him. He had a patient smile on his face. I moved forward, licking the base of his shaft and slowly moving my way up to the tip. I opened my mouth and breathed hot air down upon it before circling the head with my tongue and encasing it into my hot mouth. The exhilaration of this act was so intense I could barely think straight, my body going into autopilot, knowing what to do when a cock is in front of me, regardless whose it was.
My left hand stroked the shaft and I sucked on the head. I was full of desire, need, and arousal, and this was my outlet right now. I took him into me deeper and deeper, the energy filling the air all about me. Nothing existed except me and him and his cock. We could have gotten pulled over by the police and they’d have needed ten wild horses to pull me off of this cock.

I swallowed and pushed him down my throat, earning a nice grunty moan from him. My nose hit his naval and I was about to pull off and do it again when his hands came down and held my head in place. Then he released me, only to force himself down my throat again. I choked, but then he let me go. I gasped, breathing deeply, sucking in as much air as possible, while beaming up at him. I pushed down upon his shaft again, his hands returning to the back of my head, pumping up into my throat over and over. My eyes streamed from the intensity of it and I knew the makeup Amy had put on my face had started to run.

The pounding became more heated as he started thrusting into me with reckless abandon. I could tell he was close; this was the death rattle of a snake, or a death roll of a crocodile. The finishing move. I could feel his shaft throb before depositing a load inside my throat. He pushed me off and spurted a little onto my face. I fell back to sit on my heels and his hands came to my cheeks to rub all the little cum that he’d deposited all over the rest of my face. He dried his hand by wiping it through my hair. I swallowed the cum in my mouth and smiled up at him and Amy, who was looking down at me since we were at a red light or something, grinned. He laughed rather loudly. “This has been a fun excursion from work. Thank you both.” He clapped his hands together and rubbed them as we pulled to a curb. I lifted my head slightly to see out of the window. We were back where we started.

“You will have to get out first, I can’t get my leg over you”, he said to me, The door opened and he swung his left leg out. I climbed out onto the pavement; humiliated, covered in cum, sweat, and makeup, my hair matted on one side, dressed like a day time whore.

He shook my hand and thanked me again, wiping his hands on the shoulders of my shirt before smoothing down his suit with his forearms. That’s when the vibrator inside me kicked into overdrive. Perhaps it had been on medium the whole time, even when it seemed like it was on high. But this was the power I remembered. I groaned, shocked, and I dropped to a squat in front of him, orgasming hard. I fell into a sitting position, propping myself up with an arm, legs spread as I spasmed on the sidewalk like I was having some sort of an attack. Chris laughed at my antics as Amy came rushing over, not reducing the intensity of the vibrator, but lifting me off the pavement. “It was nice meeting you,” she said, helping me back into the car.

“And the two of you as well.” As soon as I was seated, still shaking, Amy gave him a brief hug. Then she got in with me.
We sat there in silence for a while and Amy lowered my vibrator back to medium. I began removing the pegs from my labia. After a few moments I turned to her. “So was that another friend of yours?”

“Nope”, she replied.
“What really?! I don’t believe you!”
“Don’t believe me then,” she countered.
“But there’s a vetting process!” I said, still not believing.
Amy snorted. “Yeah, I vetted him in the park. He looked decent enough to me.”
“Come on, please tell me the truth?” I pushed.
“You can ask Jess when you get home if you want, but wouldn’t that ruin it if you knew if he was a stranger or not? Besides, you love this stuff,” Amy said. “I should find more strange men for you in the future”.
“Aha! So you did find him!” I declared.
“Yeah, I found him in the park just like you did…”
This exchange continued back and forth on the way home, interrupted only as I ate the food Amy had made special for me. When we pulled up in front of Jess’ place, I was still unsure whether or not Chris had been a stranger. But Amy was right. Knowing would spoil it for me, and maybe for my readers as well. I never did ask Jess when I got home.
I am a slut after all, it is in my title.

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The assignment:
Jess, I do have a suggested assignment for Beth, to test the waters. I suggest that she be dressed in something appropriate for her station as a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut. Specifically a simple, easily flipped up skirt, and a shirt that provides easy access to her breasts. She should be sans bra, but should wear a brightly colored pair of panties. In preparation, she should also be stuffed with a vibrating toy of your choice, which should be left off until the assignment begins. Lastly, she will need seven clothespins, or pegs as I believe they’re called in the UK. Then, accompanied by yourself or an individual you designate, Beth should be taken to a public park bench, where the occassional passersby will encounter her. She shouldn’t speak to them, or display herself in any manner. However, her panties should be down around one ankle, the vibrator on, set to medium, and she should be directed, that after each person has passed, she should set one clothespin on her labia, with the last one on her clit. Lastly, she is not to cum until she has ALL 7 clothespins on her sex. Once she explodes, the assignment is finished. I understand that the circumstances of this assignment are negotiable and that you (Jess, not Beth) have the right to alter as you see fit. I look forward to reading of your adventure. – Master Brandon

We have been driving about an hour to this place, Mistress Jess, (my wife) of 5 years, Master Ben who was one of my play friends in secondary school (high school), and his “submissive” Amy, or “Mistress Amy” to me, as she is very rarely submissive around me.

It has been a just over a month since Ben and Amy came into my life now, and have since passed a probation period with Mistress. At first, I didn’t think Mistress would like him enough. But one dinner with Ben seemed to solve that, he has become one of her closest friends, and they are always scheming or openly discussing how to torment me even when I am around.

It’s not quite Halloween, but the place we are going to is having a Halloween party, and I am dressed up as Catwoman.

Scratch that last line, because it is hardly true, we are going to a sex dungeon that is having a Halloween themed fetish night, and while my cheap leatherette costume vaguely resembled a Catwoman-ish look with its form hugging feature, it was only the ears that made it distinctly evident.

And they had sabotaged my outfit, the breasts along with the butt had been cut out of it, leaving all my assets completely exposed, except my pussy that would have only been visible from the back if I bent over.

Once we pulled into this extremely dark car park Ben left momentarily to check the place was open already. While Amy nudged me in my side, “chin up, this is going to be fun!”

I only grumbled in return. I instinctively looked at Jess for comfort but she was a little unsure too, but on the bright side, we were going to be wearing eye masks. She has a business reputation to keep after all. As for me, not so much, I have no reputation to consider, I am hers to do whatever she pleases, but thank goodness I get an eye mask too!

Master Ben soon returned opening the door poking his head in, “okay we’re good, let’s hustle.”

Everybody quickly got out making sure to lock the door behind them.

The air was crisp and cool on my exposed skin, the boot (trunk) of the car was opened and a large duffel bag sat alone in the spacious storage compartment.

Ben picked up the bag which was large enough to fit me inside out of the car with ease and closed it up after.

I took hold of Jess’s arm both as a means of comfort and as a means to slightly cover up. She didn’t object and smiled down at me. Amy responded with slapping my exposed rear so hard to elicit a small scream from me and a chuckle from Jess, who took my hand in hers and held it between us so that I couldn’t even slightly hide behind it.

The place was on our left, an old pub of sorts, as we circled the building once the main road which I was happy was rather dead and the nearby streetlight was out.

My free hand came up to give my metal collar a squeeze, something I did every time I felt nervous, something that a close friend had taught me to remember how loved I am. This metal ring around my neck was custom made for me by a metal worker and matched the ring on my finger, Mistress spent a lot of money on the pair, but the comforting part was the fact that it reminded me that I am loved and protected at all times.

We stopped outside to attach our eye masks, slightly concealing our identities, briefly remarking on how silly we were not to put them on before leaving the car, “we’d make shit vigilantes”, I chuckled.

We entered the front door and turned an inside corner to see a rather large bar with more than a dozen people. Only a couple were in costume as far as I could tell. We paused so Ben could get us all signed us all in at the book which was placed at the bar. Neither Jess or myself drank anymore, it has to do with the agreement with Jess when she agreed to become my mistress, but more on that another day.

Once signed in Ben said, “okay, we are on the first floor”, he turned directing us towards the stairs, I followed trying to ignore the fact that every pair of eyes were on me.

Walking up the stairs my nose was met with a musky sexual smell, probably what my teenage bedroom would have smelt like if I wasn’t so meticulous in my cleaning.

This floor had a large room circled with several booth areas down one wall and some bondage apparatus, a couple horses, a couple frames, an odd looking bench, down the opposite wall, a smaller bar in the corner and finally loads of seats maybe 50 forming a two semi-circles facing the middle of the room.
“The stage is set”, Ben uttered like some fancy actor, I started doubting myself and my abilities, I wanted to run a mile or at the very least just hide behind Jess from all the attention, and the place wasn’t even busy yet!

We stood at the bar for a while making idle conversation, Amy was the most chipper of us all, cracking smart ass or downright filthy jokes the whole time trying to lighten the mood for further embarrass me.

A few more people arrived, along with someone I knew, well Mistress knew him also, he was the man who showed us all the kinky locations we visited in Amsterdam. He wasn’t hot in the traditional sense, but his presence commanded respect, much like Jess’s did.

He greeted us both warmly with his almost stereotypical London accent, he wasn’t even from London, it was part of his travelling guise to charm women.

People continued to flow in, still, not a lot of costumes, or maybe shit leatherette/spandex and stuff was all that was necessary for Halloween, it wasn’t packed like a club but there were people all over now, the bar, the couches and the chairs were full now. I looked up at Jess for comfort as well as pulled myself into her side, she smiled down at me, and despite not being able to see the top half of her face, I felt a lot better. The place calmed, the unintelligible chatter surrounding me now affecting me less.

The first act came on, a couple showing off how much weight they could hang from clamps from the woman’s labia, I didn’t look fun at all, obviously, Amy leant into my ear and quipped, “I bet we could hang more off of you”.

I shot her a dark look, a look a submissive should never giver her superiors, but she just giggled following up with, “relax, we don’t want to ruin you, not in that way anyway”, she smirked darkly, as she always did when she had a plan in her head.

Several other shows happen, nothing too interesting for me, pet play mainly, there were many girls dressed as kittens, but that’s not the same as this, some great sexual acts, how many hard boiled eggs can one fit inside themselves was a notable one, mistress’s hand fell between my legs as Ben started to tie my arms behind my back, the humiliation of being in this shit costume with my tits on display and seemingly 100 in view as I got finger blasted, the humiliation mixed with desire and want, and before long, I was ready to give in to any command thrown my way, we were still at the bar, and not all eyes were on me due to other acts taking place, but some glances in my direction kept the humiliation level high.
“Smile dear you are up next, make me proud”, said my Mistress, pulling her fingers out of me, sucking upon them and then pushing her mouth over mine, I love this woman more than anything. To think 5 years ago she didn’t even know what BDSM was, besides being in some bestselling yet utterly shit book around that time.

I planted a smile across my face as Amy and Ben took an arm each, my arms tied clasping each other behind my back, the announcer the had announced everyone prior piped up, “hey look some crooks have managed to capture Batgirl”, I was Catwoman DAMNIT!!! or meant to be, my inner nerd mentally raged at him. My nerves kicking up something rotten inside my head, I hated being the centre of attention and public stuff like this, if I ever finish my autobiography, you will understand why. But I was VERY excited sexually, my sodden labia just aching to be touched.

A metal frame was pulled out into the middle with us. I was very intimidated by it, it had large metal hoops around the inside, I looked to Ben. Who was feeding the rope through a hoop, Amy without a word bent me over at the waist under the frame.

I was roped to the stand by my tied up arms behind my back holding me in my bent over position, half of the room obviously getting a nice view of my read end and wet pussy. A small direction from Ben to tiptoe was the only sound I heard, my mind was racing, my body shaking from a mix of fear and arousal.

I tiptoed and my bonds became tight as I was suspended and couldn’t touch the soles of my feet to the ground, only my toes, my legs were bound spread so I couldn’t close them either. My weight almost entirely on my arms that were cross behind my back, shoulders and a bit on my toes, it wasn’t uncomfortable but would be if I spent a long time in that position.

My horror was not yet complete as I felt metal brush against my thighs, my mind racing at the feeling thinking it was a knife, but I heard snipping of scissors as it moved so that was good a real relief to my mind, wait what are they doing!? I began to tremble.

My one piece was already sabotaged for the evening by these two, now they were modifying it further… The cheap material standing no chance to the scissors, round both thighs and up my side, the cold metal and tickling and public exposure clouding my mind so I lost track of what was happening when the whole costume was peeled from my body, with the exception of the legs, like I had thigh highs, I had to look down at myself to believe it was happening, I wanted to scream but I was flabbergasted.

The crowd cheered loudly snapping my attention, I looked up and found Mistress looking at me with a gleeful and mirthful look on her face, she had the eye mask off, probably due to absolutely no one looking at her right now, everyone was looking at me, she winked at me.

Ben had started talking to the crowd like a performer at the circus, I never knew he had stage presence, he was the sort of leader in our group of nerds back in school, our game and study group, he was always the tallest, and has since bulked out, a lot, not skinny like he used to be but not fat, just kind of firmer, made lifting me about easier.

One line I do remember from his speech was “don’t try this at home, or your wife will beat the shit out of you”. If I wasn’t on edge I would probably have laughed at the time rather than now.

Amy came and knelt in front of me for a few moments in the interim while Ben was talking, she whispered to me, “you ready?”

“Ready means I know what the hell is going to happen” I seethed through my teeth quietly back at her, probably with too much lip and ungrateful undertones, she just grinned and stood up.

She returned shortly after with my clamps and chain basic nipple clamps, with rubber grips with adjustable screws on each clamp, our zipper pegs, and a large metal tin. I didn’t ask, a belt came down upon my backside, hard, pulling me from the moment.

I cried out, another hit coming as my nipples were clamped, followed by the pegs on the cord, then after maybe 20 more belts, Ben slipped into me. Now, this might be hard to explain, but as a pansexual woman in a lesbian relationship I can tell you that after 5 years of dildos only, you miss cock, there is a big difference in both the strength, firmness, warmth, and overall feel when it is pushed into you, now, Ben is a large man, in stature and heart, but his manhood isn’t as big as some of the other men I’ve had, or the dildos, but the feel of it is wonderful, I really love it when a man enters me. It cannot really be put into words but hey, I tried. I had only had him a few times since he came back into my life.

So there I was, being fucked in front of seemingly maybe 80-100 people, my body burning under his hands, passion pouring through my veins, if I wasn’t tied and on my tiptoes I’d have been able to push back against him, but regardless this was great, but I had lost sight of Amy. That was never good, if she’s out of sight she was up to something, that’s when I felt it, a strong burning prickling sensation on the sole of my left foot, I had felt it before, but it took me a moment to realise what it was, nettles. Gosh I hate nettles, they were brought up in conversation a few weeks prior, but not in a sexual context, dammit Amy, you conniving bitch.

The burning on the sole of my foot grew up the inside of my leg around my ankle, had it not been for the rope around my ankle also, I would have kicked her in the face, involuntarily of course, maybe… Ben just kept thrusting into me with abandon, how long was I tied here? Were we the main event? No one else was up this long, though no one seemed to mind as my rolling delirious eyes turned left and right across the crowd, always finding Jess before too long, she was my rock, without her there this would have been absolutely horrible.

Amy swapped the nettle for a vibrator, one of those clit vibrators with the three balls on the top, she pressed it against me, and that was all she wrote, the humiliation and Ben ploughing me like some broodmare was enough, I was already on edge but this threw me over and I exploded to applause, Ben pulled out, unfinished, which I didn’t like until he walked round to stand in front of me, my head was at the correct height, but now he was blocking my sight with Mistress, but I could at least see some of him, that’ll do for now.

His cock hovered there inches away from my mouth as if to tease me rotten, my hungry tongue tried to reach out for it to the amusement of someone to my right, that’s when I felt the inflexible firm strapon enter my cunt, bigger than Ben’s but I’d have fucked ben’s over this in a heartbeat, not that this was bad, I loved it too.
That’s when the burning returned, this time on my overly sensitive clit, hood and petals, Amy pressed the nettle into it and rubbed it gently, I screamed out this time, I heard a few gasps of shock, then Ben stepped forwards, holding my head in place and pushed into my mouth and throat in its entirety muffling my screams of displeasure, and pleasure, jus both stuffed into me and holding there for a moment before starting a rhythm between them, the movement I could make was minuscule so it was all them, the nettle fell away, not that it mattered, the damage was done, my pussy burnt and stung with an unbearable itch.

The vibrator returned to my burning clit, not taking any of the pain out of it, but it worked me up to another orgasm almost as Ben was reaching his, he pulled out as my face cried out a rather painful orgasm from our hurting folds, as Ben shot streams of cum across my face and into my open mouth, Amy didn’t stop her thrusting as I think she was in the moment, Ben stumbled a little before he walked around me, I looked back to see where he went and he was picking up the mess, scooping the nettle into the tin, I looked back to find Mistress again who seemed to be having fun just watching me, arms folding across her chest, leg over the other, like the Queen she is to me.

A small-time passed, my cum soaked face on display to half the crowd, my third orgasm building, my head slumped, my cries filling the air, sweat and cum dripping from y face onto the floor below me. My orgasm hit, not as painful or as powerful as my others, but it was full of ache, Amy finally slowed and pulled out. I had never been so relieved to have someone pull out of me, I wanted to curl up into a ball snuggled against Jess and just sleep.

Amy came around to the front, I was worried for a second as I thought she was going to repeat what Ben had done earlier, but the dildo was off of her harness and in her hand, Ben was loosening in the rope that held me tight and unable to step on my now burning feet. Amy pushed the dildo into my mouth with her hand, her other holding my head still, all the way in and down my throat almost in one and then straight back out again. She smiled at me, and not an evil smirk or a sarcastic smile, but an actual smile that made me feel good.
I finally stood of my foot feel and was pulled back upright, my arms still bound behind my back but no longer strapped to the frame. My legs were shaking and a little uneasy for a few moments. There was applause and I bowed a little, I even smiled, I might have been humiliated beyond belief, but the audience had been nice, and I felt like I did a good job here.

I walked back over to the now re-masked Jess who handed me a wet wipe at arm’s length, she didn’t mind cum, she might be completely gay but she didn’t mind it, but she had no desire to have any on herself, which I respected, I had half forgotten it was there. I cleaned my face, neck and chest thoroughly when it dawned on me that I was completely naked sans eye mask and shoes. I was still humiliated beyond description, but I was with these three, what more could I ask for, we sat at the small bar for a while, a few people came over and said hi, thanks us for the show, not many spoke to me directly, but that was the case at most of these places, no one speaks to the sub without permission, I got some smiles and some people passed by more than once to take a good look at my swollen pussy that was exposed to the air for comfort my legs spread slightly helped both me and them. Ben and Amy chatted to some other eager “fans” we had just made that seemed funny, but I was just enjoying having Jess next to me again.

About an hour or so later we made to leave, Ben pulled out a bright pink mini skirt and an equally trashy pink crop top that said slut on the front, I pulled them on and we made out way out of the establishment, which was still having a great time.
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So there we have it, a very delayed story about my experiences just before Halloween last year, I am pretty sure it was the Friday before Halloween, I won’t name the location for security purposes. But they have events like that regularly, pity it’s a bit out of our way,

Jess has been playing with our kid at an indoor play centre for kids. I’ve been in the corner typing on my laptop, trying to keep clean thoughts in my head. but all I can think about is Jess chokeslamming me into the ball pit. I think I’ll tell her of my desire before we leave.

 

I can’t believe her sometimes! So I told her my desire, and she goes up to the man behind the desk and says clear as day; “My wife wishes for me the choke slam her into the ball pit before we leave. Is that okay?” The guy gave her a dumbfounded look and shrugged, “sure just once”

 

I was embarrassed beyond belief, everyone was staring at me, some parents with utter contempt, my face red. I was almost Frozen in shock as she walked up to me, my body backing up towards the ball pit, I was looking up at her, my breath not knowing what to do with itself.

 

Then my ankle hit the padded side of the ball pit and I almost fell back into it, saved by my Mistress’s quick grip on my shirt, all time stopped. Then rushed back as her hand gripped my neck and another on my back, as she stepped into the pit pulling me with her.

 

Then suddenly I was lifted, I felt weightless, calm, until my body slammed into the balls behind me, and my body took in a huge rush of air and I could hear cheering from some men. I was flushed, I swear I could have orgasmed from that, I was incredibly close, I was needy.
She helped my back up and we made our way out with child and belongings, my face still red, and a colossal dampness between my legs. I can’t wait to get home.

But we just stopped at KFC…

It was 8pm last night when Ben and Amy came for me, dressed in a pair of long white coats, it’s like I was being taken to a padded cell or something. Kiddo was already asleep and Jess waved me off, I was blindfolded and headphoned before we left my home, the connected phone slipping into my pyjama pocket.

I was shuffled out of the door lead by Amy’s hands on my arms, before climbing into their car, no idea what tonight had in store for me, as soon as I was buckled in Amy was sat beside me playing with my breasts through my shirt, my body warming itself to the excitement, my mouth open wide letting out a breathy sigh.

Amy lifted my shirt exposing my breasts before taking one of my nipples into her mouth. My vagina tightening around the boring dildo I was stuffed with today. She bit down on a nipple and then sucking it in its sore hard state.

Her hand then slid down the top of my pyjama pants cupping my wet cunt and pushing the dildo further into me with her fingers, my head jerks back as I let out a heavy groan.

She pulled her hand back out of my pants and smeared my own juices on my face, along with sliding her fingers into my mouth, while lifting the headphone off of one of my ears, “You are a delicious slut” she whispered to me, her cool breath in my ear igniting more burning desire throughout my body, finishing off by biting my ear before replacing the headphone cup.

A short time later the car stopped and Amy pulled away from me. I tried to relax as she moved to get out, but I was full of lust and excitement, I felt a cold breeze as the door on my right opened then I was pulled from the car then quickly pressed against the side of the cold car by Ben, headphones removed, my top pulled over my head headphones replaced and my pants pulled straight down. I panicked, I didn’t know where I was, only that I was standing buck naked in the cold air save for my panties that held the dildo inside me.

I was walked heavens knows how far with my naked body exposed to the air, no idea how many people could see me or not. And then, warmth, I was inside, I could hear music and noises outside of the headphones. Was I at a club? I thrashed against their arms trying to get behind Ben for cover, but they were stronger than me, holding me firm between them. My shaky legs continuing to carry me forwards.

I was pushed to my knees on a rough carpeted floor I had never knelt on before. I had no idea where I was and who I was in the presence of, besides Ben and Amy.

I had my panties pulled down and the boring dildo removed, which, following NHPS Rule #1 only meant it was going to be replaced by something else very soon, thank goodness because I was more than ready for something else.

An armband was slid up my arm almost to my shoulder and the phone popped into it, then tightened.

I was led across the room on my hands and knees a little until I was on top of what felt like a large towel, with one especially hard slap my butt was spanked, almost knocking me forwards onto my face again, earning a scream from me.

Someone, possibly Ben, but not Amy slapped my soppy cunt multiple times really fast, wasn’t painful at all, but it did get their palm moist enough to wipe on my face again, not to mention spatter my thighs with my juices.

My butt was lubed for about a minute and fingered by a gloved hand, possibly Amy’s, but I was too into it to care or figure it out. After a short time, a butt plug inserted into me and it started vibrating, my hips wiggling with it

Then my pussy was stuffed with a cock, could be Ben’s, no clue, it felt good, much better than the smooth featureless metal dildo I had been stuffed with prior. The thrusts came quick and hard, my arms giving up and my face buried into the towel, hands clenching it, I was close, very close when they pulled out of me as quickly as they had pushed in, and another cock followed behind ploughed into me with the same vigour.

I was lifted off of my face back onto my hands and the cock that was once in my cunt was in my mouth, this had to be Ben’s, I had sucked it so often it just had to be, or was it, my mind went numb in pure pleasure, there was definitely two men fucking me, it’s been a while, my lust swept over my body as I came hard, my orgasm feeling a loud scream that even the headphones couldn’t muffle.

They switch around again, except a strap on was inserted into me, and my clit was pinched, this was Amy maybe… cock back in my mouth, sucking it as well as I could while being slammed like a slut.

A couple more switches happened before another orgasm come, and I was lifted back onto my knees and cum was sprayed across my face, I opened my mouth almost instinctively, such a good whore, I definitely felt like one right now, fucking strangers, a second load came across my face and in my mouth.

A few moments passed by, and I thought I had been left to bask in what I had just done, my head was definitely spinning, how did Jess sign off on this? She had to know what I was doing. I was led across the room again, no idea what direction, until I was lead onto what felt like a smooth surface above the carpet, it wasn’t until I felt more of the material above me that I knew what was happening. I was being placed in a vacbed, basically between two sheets of latex, that are sealed, then a vacuum removed all the air from inside, so you end up like vacuum-packed vegetables in the supermarket.

A vibrating egg stuffed into my pussy before I was pushed onto my back into a spread-legged position with my knees bent and feet touching below my butt. I wiggled but tried to stay still, this was going to be exciting. A snorkel breathing placed into my mouth.

And then the vacbed was sealed, and air started being sucked out of it. It was a strange feeling of being encased, you have the feeling of being surrounded but you feel empty and alone at the same time.

It didn’t take long at all for the air to be removed, and my body and limbs held pretty securely into place by the latex material.

I was left again for a few moments, burning with desire and vibrations as an orgasm hit me again, and as it hit, a magic wand (strong vibrator) was held against my quivering quim, I cried out as the powerful vibrations shook through my body, and the strong but relatively smaller ripples shaking my tissues from within.

Being left alone, like this leaves you without any sensation except the parts of your body being touched, in this case, my pussy.

Another orgasm wanting to take over right away, and it did, pure Bliss washing over me again as I thrashed against latex. I was alone again after that, the wand was resting against my grit and strapped down, I don’t know how much time passed, but occasionally Amy would come and play with my tits through the material or block the breathing hose for a few moments, I know it was her because I could feel her body against mine, though could be another woman, but it seemed unlikely, as she knew all the spots on my body to manipulate, very few women knew them.

A long time later, I was hot, sweaty, and exhausted from the orgasms in the vacbed, when the wand was removed, and the vacbed opened up, the fresh relatively cool air hitting my sweat soaked skin.

A headphone cup lifted, “are you okay? How do you feel?”

I took a few breaths sat down on the towel again, “ I feel wonderful”, I felt like my body was radiating heat, “warm and fuzzy”.

Amy giggled in the background, “good, we are almost done here, just you’ve worked us all up again… so we are all going to use you again. Seems only fair to us”.

“Yes! Do it, use me”, was all I said as the headphone was replaced, and I was filled with cocks again for a good long time and my face was coated again.

The blindfold was removed and I winced at the light, I saw Ben then Amy and… Shaun? Yeah, Bus Ride Shaun, I looked around for other people, but the rest of the room was empty.

“Was it, only the three of you, all that time?”

“Yep, just us. Why, did you want more?” Snarked Amy.

“No, you were all wonderful, it just seemed like there were 4 or 5 of you at times…”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and home”. Ben finished offering me his hand to lift me off the floor before reading me towards the bathroom.

I cleaned up, and I thanked all three of them, and we went back to my house.

And that concludes my adventure.

Beth-DoCs adventure 2nd of April 2019

Remedial Discipline

 

The week before this week of punishment, I had left home to pick up our child from school, I left my ID at home and security wouldn’t let me on to school grounds let alone pick up my child, it is normal procedure of safety. But I was frustrated and lost my cool, I yelled at the security for no reason, and that obviously got me nowhere, so I had to walk back home to get my ID. I’ve apologised to both security officers in person. But the week of punishment that follows is for that. Yelling is not a suitable response.

 

Monday

 

7:20

Right after preparing breakfast for the family, packed lunch and eating with them.

 

I was told I had to take a shower before we head out, I know what that meant, I made sure the shower was lukewarm at best, barely a semblance of warmth in it. The shower lasted about 30 minutes. I thought on the mistake I made, that resulted in this.

 

11:10

We got home after visiting one of Mistresses locations, I was told to strip and bend over the side of the bed.

Supplemental

I’ve been here about an hour, not even seen her since all I hear is her singing from downstairs. Not sure if she’s preparing something, or waiting is the punishment, her singing might be the punishment also, who knows but her?

Supplemental 2

I can smell cooking. My mind is a dark place if I couldn’t hear her, or the clattering of the pots in the kitchen, I would hear the worse. Except, my mind just lingered on sex, as was usual, depraved thoughts, the dirtier the better.

 

13:30 (1:30pm)

I was called down to the kitchen, she hadn’t come up at all. I descended to the kitchen, food smelt good, definitely steak.

I looked at the table seeing a plate of food, it looked amazing, mashed potatoes with cheese and chives, broccoli, carrots, a sauce I know she had been working on for a week, and of course steak, pre-cut before plating as is the tradition in our meals. It all looked amazing.

 

Mistress tapped me on the shoulder, before gripping my hand and leading me to the other side of the table to another plate, I gawked at it, it looked the same as the other plate, and by the same I mean, not at all. There was no mashed potatoes, no sauce, no steak. And if you are following along, that only left the broccoli and carrots, albeit a lot more of them.

 

She instructed me to sit, and I was already slightly upset by the food, that I wasn’t paying attention to what I was sitting on, as I sat, I felt moisture and heard a crinkling. She patted my shoulder twice as if to say she was happy where I was, and moved to her side of the table.

 

She began to eat, and it was at that moment I realised what I was sat in, it was deep heat (if you are in America you would call this stuff “Icy Hot”) it’s a muscle cream that relieves aches and pains with a long burning sensation, the nice food must have masked the smell, I felt a burning start across my backside

 

I looked on her, but she didn’t look at me, I ate a piece of broccoli, it was bland, uninspired, just plain steamed broccoli… The carrots weren’t much better.

 

I politely asked if I could have the salt and pepper, to which she replied, “why? Not HOT enough for you?” We looked at each other, sharing a couple facial expressions, before she sighed, pulled away from the table, putting her fork down. Before I realised what was happening she had rounded the table, had a latex glove on and was between my legs scooping Deep Heat across my vulva, I twitched and cried, as she made sure my entire labia were coated before pulling away. Returning to her side of the table, she picked up her fork, I was stunned, burning, twitching, sniffling… After a minute I returned to eating quietly sniffling to myself we ate for a few minutes before she spoke again. “Is it hot enough now?” She asked with pure challenge and sarcasm on her tongue.

 

“Yes Mistress, plenty hot, thank you,” I replied meekly, the rest of the meal was uneventful. We spoke about our child.

 

I started writing my essay by hand, how I must remain compliant to authority, polite and courteous unless the situation really needs otherwise. I have all week to do it, and I have to do it by hand too.

 

The heat continued for hours until I rinsed off before leaving to pick up our child, and even then it was still slightly hot.

 

19:30 (7:30pm)

After the kid was in bed and asleep. We cuddled on the sofa, she asked me how my day was we watch some cartoons before taking a shower together, and then bed around 22:30 (10:30pm) she told me I was doing well, but there were six more days to go, accepting the fresh Ben Wa balls she slipped into me.

 

Tuesday

 

10:30, I had my mouth washed out with soap, this was every bit as horrible as I remember it being. Not only does it simply taste horrible, but it also lathers up filling your entire mouth of its vile flavour, it tasted bitter and clinical. The washing lasted for about 10 minutes and it still sucks when writing this 20 minutes later.

 

11:30 I was caned across my backside and thighs 100 times, they weren’t the worst belts I have received, but they built up, and only the moderate pain promised that I’d get more pain later.

 

12:10 We sat down to eat, my arse hurt so I shifted my weight constantly, lunch was better than yesterday, it actually had flavour, while it still wasn’t steak, I am still pretty miffed at that, but it is what it is. At least I have dinner tonight to look forward to. We are making a pie as a family.

 

13:00 more essay writing

 

19:00 kid is asleep and I’m in a bad mood, I didn’t get any of the pie, Mistress even said in front of the kid that I’m on a diet this week, so no meat. I had a kale salad. Need to keep it together. I deserve this.

 

21:30 I’m hungry, ungrateful, and unsexed, this week is going to be tougher than I thought. Might ask for more punishment tonight, or just cuddle, both will make me feel better.

 

22:00 we took a bath together, she dunked me many times for differing lengths of time. Running out of air several times, coming up for fresh air is always an amazing feeling. We cuddled together for a while and spoke about how my punishment was going, how I was being good, and if I need something I can just ask, one of my many flaws is that I hate asking for things even if I desperately need them. I’ve always been a “you get what you are given” girl. But I have improved over the years, I can ask for things, but sometimes I get bratty and demand things and that is unfitting for someone like me.

 

23:30 Bedtime toy tonight is the metal dildo, only 6 inches, it is the epitome of a bland worthless toy with a boring featureless design. Gosh, I wish I could have sex, just for a minute! Fucking denial. Warm arms wrapped around me are nice though. Good night world, 2 days down, 5 to go.

 

Wednesday

 

11am, in the garage. Bucket holding, I hate this. Basically, I am ordered to hold out a large bucket of water and not drop it, purely psychological, I have to follow the order, but my body fails me. Every time I dropped the bucket I’d get a little zap from an electro wand, Every time I said, “I can’t”, another zap. My cries only got me spanks on my bruised behind. This continued for 15 minutes until my arms were too tired to lift the bucket at all.

 

Lunch today, porridge, made with water not milk, no sugar or syrup. Gosh, it was the blandest food I ever ate.

 

Mistress is feeling tired today, she took a nap after some work on her computer, and I went to clean, what I usually do when left to my own devices when masturbation isn’t an option.

 

Mistress tweeted on my wall a bit ago, I’m scared to read it… I know it can’t be good.

 

I’ve just seen the tweet, she’s done this crap before, it’s never fun.

 

Mid-afternoon and I just got an email from, “Master V” so mysterious… Tacks! That doesn’t sound good. I really need to change the email on the blog so they go to Mistress rather than me.

 

I was hoping Mistress wouldn’t see this email, but now that I asked a Breanne and Master Shadow about it she will definitely know about it tomorrow, briefly forgetting that my DM’s are read. Fuck my life!

 

16:30

I’ve never been this turned on, in my entire life, even when thinking clean thoughts, the Ben wa balls inside me, keeping me ready for use, but what fucking use?!!? I haven’t been so much as touched in days except for hugs and to inflict pain, can’t argue with the attention though, but fuck me, fuck me already someone, anyone! Maybe something nice will happen after the kid is in bed? I grumbled to myself, I know that won’t be true.

 

20:30 laying on our bedroom floor Mistress looming over me with our new candle set, my thoroughly stuffed with a ball gag and Ben wa balls, I was trying to be extra quiet not to stir our child, even though she was on the other side of the house, I was still trying not the scream bloody murder through the gag as she coated my lower body in wax only to peel it off again to then your more on the sensitive skin. It’s worse when Jess get the candle really low to your folds so the wax is still really hot when it dries, mmmm fuck

 

22:00

Tonight’s penetration comes in the form of the dildo from Amy’s strap on 9 inches by 2.5 inches and an inflatable butt plug that felt like I was going to burst when it was being inflated inside me.

 

Midnight: I cannot sleep tonight… too horny, too much pent up sexual energy, I’m going to burst like a balloon when I’m finally allowed sex again, either that or pass out entirely.

 

Thursday

 

11:00

My ballgag has been dipped in hot sauce today. Mistress is out of the house on work stuff, but I don’t mind, she used to be gone all day every day until we adopted, now she isn’t gone as much, I get more attention. Ben and Amy have the day off today and tomorrow, so well, I’m fucked, and not in a good way.

 

I’m sitting at home reading Breanne’s latest erotica, she is so lucky! I haven’t had even the tiniest bit of decent stimulation all week, you know how hard it is for me not to touch myself! I normally do have my hand in my pants all the time.

 

Midday

Ben and Amy arrived, I was pleased to see them except for Amy’s evil smirk and Ben’s duffle bag. I just want to be fucked, I don’t care who does it, I was fantasising about the gross homeless man down the street missing half his teeth last night, deny a hypersexual deviant long enough, and their mind will go to the most depraved of places.

 

12:20

 

My slit is so wet, I would be worried about getting the pussy equivalent of “swamp foot”, though, that would just make it the swamp that it is.

 

I’m suspended in the garage, arms roped behind my back, my legs spread by means of a bar between my ankles, hanging from a winch on the ceiling for lifting car stuff. I’m tormented with two separate TENS units attached across my thighs… none of them intersected my cunt so I couldn’t even get pleasure from this, just pain in both thighs.

 

That wasn’t even the worst part, Amy had in her hand the most dastardly of electrical devices, a cattle prod, I still don’t know where she got, it, I’m always afraid to mention it in conversation, as it will make her think of using it, and I’m the most available sub. It has power settings all of them are horrible, I’ve only ever tasted the lowest, and it’s enough to knock you off your feet, the fear of being shocked with it alone is as bad as most punishments I can receive.

 

Ben messed with the dials for the pads, Amy zapped my butt or my thighs, and I’d swing there screaming into my gag, thrashing at the straps holding me in the air.

 

My eyes locked with Ben’s for a long moment, he signalled Amy to remove my gag, I still don’t understand their communication, I swear they are psychic at times.

 

I pleaded with Ben, more than I think I have begged him before, pleaded him to fuck me, just once. He only grinned at me. Which further spurred Amy to goad me some more.

 

“Do you think the slut would orgasm if I shocked her cunt on full?” She asked,I felt my entire pussy clench, and I think my ovaries climbed about as high as they could at the thought.

 

“Maybe, probably”, replied Ben, “I think a small breeze would kick her off right now. And with that Amy blew against my looked folds before retreating away from me, I pleaded again. Ben gave me the look to shut up, I have not seen that look in many years, I often forget the control to once had over me.

 

Amy straddled and dry humped Ben, all for teasing me. They proceeded to have sex right on top of some tarp in front of me, all I could do is watch on, I did call them “monsters” at one point, but I didn’t mean it.

 

The electronic torture continued afterwards for about an hour.

 

I won’t lie to you all, I cried, many times while hanging there throughout this. I had been the closest I’ve been to say my safe word with Ben since we were together in school, I half wondered if he’d remember our old safe word. But I stuck with it, no safe word.

 

This is Hump day, meaning I’m half way through this shit. Fuck this punishment, I’ve learnt my lesson already, I swear.

 

I was a sweaty mess when I was released from my suspension, I was so hungry I didn’t care what shit food I was ordered to eat today.

 

Around 14:00 I was released, I had to look presentable to pick the kid up from school, Ben and Amy left to go home.

 

21:00 Mistress and I had a talk in the tub again tonight, we literally just hugged, for most of it. Until I cried to her asking if she could please let me cum once, I was pathetic.

 

Friday

 

10:00

 

I am on the floor beside our bed, my body folded in half, legs behind my head, ankles tied together, my wrists were also tied, but in a way that allowed me to use my tablet, not that I got much done, and scrapped it all together shortly after.

 

My pussy and ass pointed up and stuffed with a bad standard white candle each. A human candleholder. My nipples clamped with “The Magnetic Clamps from Hell”, they were interesting little things, torturously squeezing my nipples.

 

The two white candles continuously ran and dripped especially when I fidgeted, and fidget I did, especially when Mistress poured our new rainbow candle set all over the rest of my lower body for the next few hours and when not pouring hot wax upon me covering me like a caramel coated profiterole, she’d be on her computer.

 

In the end, my vulva, ass and some of the backs of my thighs were covered in thick layers of multicoloured wax.

 

I wasn’t ready for the palm that came crashing into my cunt, my eyes seeing stars for a moment in surprise, I think the jump knocked my head against the leg of the bed, another smack breaking off chunks of wax, my head definitely hit the bed-leg this time, I turned my head to the side to avoid it happening again, my body slipping on the wooden floor.

 

A few more slaps came onto my butt then more for my pussy, my body burning up at the sensation of an orgasm building, my first orgasm this week, ‘I should tell her to stop, but I want that orgasm, she won’t let it happen, and if I did she might make this a longer week’. I groaned at myself loudly in my mind. I cried out for my Mistress to stop, “one more slap will make me cum” I complained, “and I want to be good”. I could barely see Mistress’s face as my head was part way under the bed, but i saw that she smiled, “if you can take one more I’ll stop, be the good girl I know you can be, don’t cum”.

 

I mentally prepared myself, holding all my internal organs in place by holding my breath, my eyes squeezing shut tightly, I seemed to be waiting for ages for this strike, it came hard, her hand cupping my entire vulva in the strike and when it came, my body churned and contorted for a moment before shaking itself in an effort not to have the mind blowing orgasm it desperately wanted. I really don’t know how I didn’t orgasm.

 

“Good girl” came my Mistress’s approval, which normally felt better than any orgasm ever could, but not this week, I would give a week’s worth of approval for one orgasm right now. She untied my legs and hands.

 

“Get yourself cleaned up and ready for eating, we are going out for lunch”.

 

14:00 I was washed and dried. Mistress had put her chosen outfit for me folded on my dresser while I was showering. After making myself presentable in the mirror I picked up the outfit. The knickers (panties for you Americans) and dildo staying on the dresser below.

 

It was a black dress, but not like any dress I had owned before, it had four gashes on each side like a tiger had clawed it up. And the dress was too short, figures… Mistress has been dressing me like she was a 13-year-old boy for almost a year now, she finds it hilarious. I don’t.

 

It was above midthigh, which already is shorter than I would be comfortable wearing outside, it was daytime too, so I can’t even claim I’m going clubbing.

 

I shimmied into the dress and made sure all the strips of fabric at the side were smooth, at least my chest was moderately covered. The Hem should be alright as long as I don’t pick anything up, sitting down at a table might be a problem but I’ll deal with that when I get there.

 

I don’t have a vast amount of shoes, never been into shoes, so I selected a flat black shoe, would rather my Doc Marten’s, but they look odd with the dress, I wouldn’t mind at all but I think Mistress would.

 

The journey was fine, the weather was crap, had to hold my floaty hem from the bad wind we have had this week. Funnily enough, due to the day, I  found myself at TGI Friday’s, I love this place, but I didn’t get my hopes up, I’ve not eaten meat all week, and don’t expect to today.

 

“We booked a table under the name of Beth”. Mistress said to the lady who approached us as we entered. Her eyes avoided me as she approached, and looked only at the taller, well-dressed woman on my right, in a purple suit. I didn’t mind, I’d prefer no one saw me, or at least pretended they didn’t, like this woman.

 

We were taken to a nice corner of the low lit restaurant, one of the reasons we like this place, it’s intimate. We were sat a table with 4 menus on it, I guessed Ben and Amy were joining us, but I asked anyway to which she confirmed. She directed me to sit in the corner “sit there where you can’t escape”, like I was a child. She smiled at the woman who waited for our drink order. “Two orange juice please”, said Jess before the woman sauntered off down the row.

 

Jess didn’t sit across from me, but beside me, which was unusual for her. All the knives on the table were missing and placed under  napkins in the centre of the table, out of sight but I knew they were there, it was times like these where I see the lengths Mistress goes for me is incredible, it fills me with love and pride that I found someone so caring.

 

Our drinks arrived just as Ben and Amy worked through the door, I waved to them enthusiastically. I used to see this man every day at school and most weekends, and while he’s not been back in my life until recently, it’s always nice to have one of my most trusted friends around, Amy, his Sub, has a real sadistic side where I’m concerned, having all three of these people in one place at the same time is rather intimidating.

 

More drinks came, and we ordered food, I was allowed to order a starter only, when I say that I mean, Mistress ordered me loaded potato skins, which would be the tastiest thing I would get to eat all week, I was barely listening when she ordered that I wasn’t ordered a main course, and no steak, probably because I knew it was coming.

 

We talked a little, though, I listened more, even as Amy ran her foot up my leg, sending surges of lust through my week denied body.

 

Starters came, they did taste good, not what I’d traditionally order, but it for sure beats the porridge I ate this week without sugar.

 

After several minutes we were done with starters and they were cleared away from us.

 

“So Beth, how has your diet been going? A week without meat, must suck.” Ben said, his voice slightly off, I look over at him as all of their eyes turned to me, I said I was intimidated before, but it was like my entire gut wanted to wrench me through the chair and away. As they looked at me I was reminded that they had asked me a question.

 

“Yes, it has been tough, but it seems like a suitable punishment for what I did.” I looked of Jess as I said it. She smiled at me.

 

“And if we were to let you have meat once this week, right now, before the punishment was up, would you like that?” The way he worded this was odd, even he knew it, I looked at them all in turn trying to work out what the hell was going on, only Amy’s expression gave it away, my eyes moving to Jess and Ben as it clicked, “you can’t be serious? Here?” Even as I said that I knew they were.

 

Ben and Amy switched seats, moving their drinks around, as casually as possible, like they were playing a fun game of musical chairs, which proved that I had the right idea.

 

Silence broke as mains arrived, they all had delicious looking steak or ribs.

 

The server left, and they all sat there unmoving, as if waiting for something, Jess only looked at the napkins covering the hidden knives on the table. I took a deep breath, sighed, looked around to see if anyone was looking before dipping below the table.

 

As soon as I was under the table I heard cutlery clatter about onwthe table above, I look across Amy and Jess’s legs at the aisle but mostly sure no one would see if they walked down.

 

I was excited, I couldn’t unzip his trousers fast enough, he slouched in his chair to allow me easier access, I pulled out his cock and immediately slipped it into my mouth.

 

It didn’t take me long to get him off, the main problem I had was the angle, took about 10 minutes I had done it countless times over the years. He zipped and buttoned himself up after I of course swallowed. I sat on the floor until they had finished their food and Mistress gave me the all clear, unfortunately the waitress who sat me stared right at me now as she was walking over, but changed direction and out of sight.

 

I was blushing so hard I could feel my face heating up.

 

Plates were removed, drinks were finished. Bill was paid with tip. Myself and Jess said our farewells to Ben and Amy who said they’ll be round tomorrow to pick me up… that didn’t sound good.

 

We picked our daughter up from school, though Mistress threw a pair of leggings at me while we were sat in the car to make myself atleast moderately presentable for entering school grounds.

 

Most of the afternoon into evening was childcare stuff, nothing exciting.

 

Late in the evening, I can’t sleep, my body aches, I’m fed up of denial, time to bother my friends on Twitter, seems to be my favourite thing to do lately.

 

And another night stuffed with a boring featureless dildo…

—–

Part 2 coming soon. Love you all! X

Bus trip

 

Master Shadow asked me the other day how long it had been since I had an orgasm whilst travelling on public transport, it has been a while, he said he wishes Mistress seen it, and she did.

 

This was outsourced to Amy today.

 

Amy had joined us for breakfast before the school run and I know I was in for something, I wasn’t sure what yet, as I hadn’t known she had been spoken to.

 

—–

 

Amy and I were dropped off in the city centre, Mistress waved me off with a “be good and follow your orders”.

 

I had sinking feeling this was going to be different, the vibrator stuffed up inside me reverberating it’s music through my soft tissues.

 

I stood there on the pavement watching our car disappear into the distance before turning to Amy, who stood there tapping away at her phone.

 

It wasn’t a cold day, but it was cold enough that if I was going to be stood here this long in this skirt I was going to behind to feel it very quickly, and people will begin to look 0 at me with “she’s crazy looks” I tap my foot on the ground waiting for her to finish.

 

She pocket her phone and looks up at me, “oh hey Beth, forgot you were there”. I narrowed my eyes at her, and she returned it with a smirk, the classic Amy smirk that have grown to hate, because I know the cause was never going to be good.

 

“Off you trot, we have to walk up the street”, she slapped me on the butt and my face flushed with indignation.

 

“Where are we going exactly?” I asked politely.

 

“You’ll see when we got there”. Came her only response, I walked beside her but followed her lead, as we arrived at the station, I knew what was going to happen, mistress reads my tweets and messages!

 

I sighed as we got to the stop, there was no way I was getting out of this unless the bus was going to be full of kids or something, very unlikely at this time of day.

 

Amy was grinning like the deviant genius she was, but she was never usually this focused on her phone. I rolled my eyes, I saw her open maps a couple times, maybe guessed she had a destination in mind?

 

“Come on! Our stop is over there”, looking at me as if I was the one slowing us down…

 

The bus arrived a few minutes later and be how on, she paid and practically dragged me upstairs by the wrist and all the way to the back.

 

She pinned me right against the window and pulled my leg right over her lap and parting my legs. Her hand swatting my pussy hard before her fingers, stuffed themselves into me pulling out the balls that were in there, my head rolled back as I tried to muffle my sounds, a couple come up the stairs but not right at the front without looking back.

 

Amy pulled my chin down opening my mouth and the wet Ben wa balls were pushed into my gob.

 

She pulled a replacement toy from her tote bag, a rather large vibrator half covered in silicone, just looking at it sent a shiver up my spine, I hated this vibrator, it was a noisy bastard, I had never used it in public, but thankfully this bus made a bit of noise so hopefully it will mask the goings on somewhat.

 

Turning it on and pushing it deep inside me, on the bus come to another stop, and tree people come up the stairs most sitting near the front, but one person coming this way, he looked right at me for a moment, but looked down and sat a row in front of us on the opposite side, I was horrified, I looked at Amy with a mortified look, as she pulled the string connected to the balls out of my mouth.

 

Amy’s hand pumped the battery powered toy into me with vigor, and I tried my hardest not to make a noise, but a few ecstatic whines come from my throat and the guy looked over, damn I was looking his way when he looked, there was no way he didn’t know, he could probably smell me he was that close, and my leg that was over Amy’s lop had to be at least be partially visible, no to mention her arm movements, I blushed and looked out the window

 

I watched the world passed by, hoping I can somehow make my approaching orgasm quiet.  Amy’s breath came close to my ear with a soft, “I think we should introduce ourselves.” I span my head round to look at her, her eye moving to the guy, who was looking our way with a smile on his face”.

 

I could feel the heat on my face this time, Amy spoke quickly, “why don’t you sit with us? She’s just dying to meet you…”

 

I was dumbstruck, she can’t do this to me, I thought, except, she CAN do this to me.

He sat himself on the seat across from us, “well you birds found a comfy spot here” he whispered to us. “Do you both do this often?” I was too busy trying to keep quiet as my orgasm overtook my controller and I bit my own wrist, hard, as I shuddered uncontrollably in the seat.

 

She stopped the thrusts, turning away from me back to the man, “no, but keeping her checklist satisfied is a constant task, say, you have a cock right?” I promise that that is what she said, the worst thought up line I have ever heard, and he just laughed. I was still shaking a little, but this time through nerves rather than the orgasm I just had.

 

Amy whispered in my ear, “you should suck him off, that’s an order”. Orders are my thing, I love following them.

 

“Would you like that?” She asked him, I already knew what the answer would be, and his face confirmed it.

 

“Wait right here?” I asked incredulously, “surely you can’t be serious?”

 

“Wherever and whenever you are told”, she got up holding onto one of the bars for support on the mowing bus, “now on your knees over there before I announce, to the whole bus that the biggest slut in Leeds is on a comeback tour?”

 

It was an empty threat, I was already ordered to anyway, but it hammered home a fact that I already knew, there were many people on this bus…

 

The space between chairs on the bus wasn’t very forgiving but I managed to get between his legs and kneel on the floor, I swear if I had knelt in gum I might have shrieked blowing my whole cover rather than just this guy.

 

I fished his manhood out of the front of his jogging bottoms, I felt better now, I had my task, my order, and it was a tank I can easily complete, this always brought me calm. I smiled up at him and with a wink which I thought might be cute took his member slowly into my mouth, he wasn’t overly big, but best not rush things, Amy was no doubt keeping us from being detected, there was no need for me to marry about anything, just satisfy thing man’s cock. So simple when things are put into perspective.

 

Pushing further down his cock I felt him rest his hand on my head, not pushing me though I kind of wish he did, I liked being pushed to my limits and tested, made better.

 

I pushed the rest of his cock into my mouth and swallowed it past my negligible gag reflex, and out, and back in again, driving the poor man who had no way what he had gotten himself into, freely giving himself to a succubus like me, my hand squeezing his testicles below massaging them, getting them good and ready to explode, and they were going to, I could feel it, the shaft throbbing in my mouth, his hand trembling on my head.

 

He popped, right down my awaiting throat, I held him inside me for a short while before coming up and wiping my mouth. I looked up at him, and he looked at me, Amy was looking at me also with a smile.

“Okay good, now get off the floor, you don’t know what other trash has been on it”, she jokingly insulted.

I climb out from behind the seat to find the rest of the top floor empty, I sat next to Amy.

“So, Beth, this is Shaun, a friend of mine, how about we take him home with us?”

My eye went wide in shock, “What I thought he was a random guy this entire time!”

He laughed and she just smirked.

“No, but I was good practice, we need to get off at the next stop and get a bus back now, this has been too costly. Eurgh Public transport, who knows when this bus was last cleaned.”

We got off the bus and got another bus back to Amy’s… but that’s a story for another time.

 

A Feeling of Ice and Fire

 

I’ve been bad, I disobeyed a direct order not to touch myself, it was only for a moment relaxing, whilst reading erotica on my tablet, but I still did it, and now I am facing the punishment, this is horrible.

 

Disobedience doesn’t come naturally to me. But touching myself has been a mainstay natural state of being for so many years that it has become second nature for my hand to rest there. But that doesn’t matter now, all that matters is this punishment and how awful it is, I have to say it is the worst one I have ever been in, how much longer will it last? Tick tock tick tock…

 

—–Oh right. Hello readers, let me take you back to how this began, you’ll need to know that I was forbidden from touching myself for the day, a tough thing for a hypersexual girl to do but suffice to say I failed, so let’s go back to earlier.—–

 

Mistress had caught my mistake instantly. She must have been watching me like a hawk while somehow reading her emails at the same time, I was naked as I always am at home, reading Breanne’s new story for the second time when it happened.

 

Mistress told me I had failed which was almost the worst part of this whole thing. Almost.

 

See the feeling I get when I disappoint her is truly awful, but this punishment was even worse, what is it you may ask. I’m getting to that.

 

Mistress left the room and I barely had time to update Twitter of my failings before she returned.

 

“Into the conservatory”, she ordered pointing for extra effect, I would probably have pleaded if I didn’t already feel terrible for failing.

 

I grumbled a little getting up and walking towards the door, I could feel her warmth behind me, as I opened the door into the fridge temperature room, I might as well have been sat outside, the icy chill washing over my skin as I instantly regretted every mistake I had made in my life, not just the one that got me into this.

 

She plopped my mat down on the floor in front of me and pushed me onto it, the rough texture designed to scrape dirt off the bottom of shoes biting into my knees.

 

I had already started to shiver at this stage, but that wasn’t the half of it.

 

The blindfold came first blocking out all visual inputs, and then came the gag, probably for the best. My teeth would be chattering together so much they’d probably fall out.

 

And then nothing, nothing but silence and cold for the next few minutes, her hands came to my labia parting my petals, I moaned and I twitched at the warm fingers hoping for some relief, from the cold.

 

I got the opposite. A cylindrical ice cube was pushed into me. Followed quickly by a cold metal toy with a bulbous end, we don’t have metal toys… I squirmed and trying to stand up but Mistress is taller, stronger and heavier than me and kept me down, metal toys warmed quickly so there was that to look forward to as she held me until I settled.

 

I relished in her warmth until she caught on and sat in a chair beside me or so I thought, she did leave and come back a couple times. I often felt like I was alone in this room. The faint ticking of the clock in the cabinet could be heard in the silence, we both hated ticking clocks, but it was a gift from her grandfather when we got the bigger house.

 

Tick tick tick tock

 

I told you this punishment was awful, it has only just started the next thing I knew was my two pairs of magnetic nipple clamps being attached to my nipples as they were pulled, this actually brought some warmth or feeling of warmth as the blood vessels below were constricted.

 

And then nothing. Again.

 

My cries and shivers muffled by the gag. My ears trying to listen to Mistress for some clue as to when, hopefully now, this will be over.

 

Tick tick tick tock…

 

Then suddenly. Footsteps came around me again. I felt like my fingers and toes were going to freeze up, my hands rubbing against them to warm them.

 

What now? Is she just pacing around me to okay mind games aga- “nnnnnnnng!!!” My thought process suddenly coming to a halt as a large amount of hot wax poured down my chest in a thick stream, I felt like my chest had caught fire, even with the gag my scream was loud.

 

The sudden change in temperature knocked me over onto my back and side, rolling on the cold floor, usually which meant to stop as my nonvocal safe word when gagged but I don’t think I intended to do it, but the shock of the hot wax over my cold skin, was so intense, one of the most painful moments of my life that I couldn’t think straight.

 

Mistress came over me, lifting me off the floor with one arm and pulling the gag out of my mouth and unclasping the bucket with the other, “ are you alright dear?!” Her voice was full of worry and care, a damp towel now on and my mind was blank, for the first time all day my mind had been cleared, was I in subspace? I don’t know, maybe, my head fell against her warm shoulder and neck, my mind was spinning.

 

Tick tock tick tock. Mistress carried me inside, she repeated her question again, her voice heavy with concern as my slumped head was obviously no answer.

 

“I don’t know, Mistress.I’m okay, I think?” She laid me down onto her lap as she sat down on the sofa, my skin tingling in the warm air, my chest still hurts.

 

I don’t know how long we were on the sofa, but the embrace was the best part of the day. She removed my clamps from my nipples earning a long sigh of relief and the now warmish toy from my legs.

 

I spoke up, my head has cleared, “maybe no blindfold next time? That was too much of a surprise”.

 

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not doing that again was a silly idea to begin with, I am so so sorry, should have run that by you first, wanted to do something spontaneous to surprise you”.

 

“It was fine. I think it was just shocking, though it was excruciating and one of the most painful things I had ever felt by you”.

 

“I won’t do it again I’m very sorry”. She pleaded again.

 

I place my hand on her cheek, “If you insist, but it was hot, very hot, and if you would stop apologising, I’m ready for more play now” I declare with a blasting smirk.

 

“You are a crazy little one, but no more pain today, I’m going to take that wax off of you then we’ll play again”.

 

“Whatever you want”, I say in a mockingly disinterested tone.

 

“Don’t try eliciting something like that, that tone is unbecoming of you”, she looked off to the door probably checking if it was locked, I move upwards under her jaw panting a kiss, stealing her attention back to me.

 

“I am ready now. Very ready…”

 

She smiled at me, she’s been a lot more sexual the past week or so. It has been amazing, before she didn’t have enough drive to keep up with me most of the time but that was fine, the love and care she showed me was more important to me than the sex. Though my pussy would probably disagree.

 

“Then let’s get you upstairs little one, can you walk or should I carry you?” She asked still in a caring tone from before.

 

I scoff at her, “if you offer how am I going to refuse?” I smile up at her naughtily my aforementioned pussy screaming for attention now,

 

I was carried upstairs effortlessly by my Amazon warrior of a wife, and deposited on our bed, the strap on coming out of the bedside table, and I had to struggle not to cheer gleefully.

 

My legs part, my pussy and eyes obviously glistening up at her my lips curl in challenge inviting her in, wax still over my chest.

 

Her fingers picking at a long piece and pulling it off, cool air rushing to greet my burnt flesh.

 

“Oooooh, it’s very red, I’m sorry dear”. She started apologising again but her face turning to one of abhorrent disgust with herself.

 

My legs part and I push myself into my knees, the strap on shaft straining between us as I pull her into a deep hug, “are you okay? Because I am I promise, but we can sit and hug some more or have a bath and chat about it? It’s no big deal. I’m here for you as much as you are for me”.

 

She returned my embrace for a long moment before flopping onto our bed heavily and pulling me with her.

 

My head landing on her right breast giggling quietly at her looking my hands propping up my head from her chest, “I am good my dearest Beth, I might just lay here for a bit and watch you work”.

 

It took a couple of seconds for me to work out what she meant by “work”, but I figured I had a shaft to sit on. This was not a common position for us, being on top is not my natural habitat.

 

“Okay. Just pull the wax off, and I’ll ride you, then bath, then sleep, unless you want a movie or something?”

 

“I like that, now move”, she ordered pulling off another piece of wax from my chest and another and another placing them on the bedside table even as I climbed onto her as she still picks at my sensitive skin.

 

I impaled myself good on the firm shaft, lettings out a quiet but long audible sound most of the way.

 

She flicked my sensitive nipples hard then squeezed my breasts in her large hands as she drove her hips upwards into mine, my shocked scream filling the room right before she grabbed me by the shoulders and flipped me over.

 

For someone who secretly wishes I could occasionally top her, I thought she would milk that moment for all it was worth, but she didn’t.

 

Her thrusts came hard and fast, a savage mix using her size and strength against my lack of either.

 

While I knew she couldn’t feel any of me with the strap-on, I met her impressive thrusts with my pathetic by comparison thrusts. My hand moving up to my face as I bite the back of my arm, before my arm was snatched away as she leaned in and bite my forearm hard as she slowed her thrusts, her face only inches above mine with only my bitten arm separating us.

 

I can only imagine the red marks that were clearly visible on my arm if I had looked. But my arm was released by her teeth and I lowered it instinctively, I knew the look I was getting, passionate but possessive, the kind of look that I absolutely crave to see but everyone I do I feel like I want to scurry away and hide. Her lips locked onto mine forcing her tongue into my mouth, claiming what is already hers.

 

The thrusts kicking back up, her tongue leaving my mouth, leaving a small kiss on my still open mouth as she leaves, kidding a trail of kisses down to my bite which she also bit, and hard earning a cry from me, my neck is a lot more sensitive to biting than my forearm.

 

The passion and aggression were raw, I was prey. An antelope that had been gotten by the neck of a lioness, not like our other primal play, but still play.

 

Her pace quickened again releasing my neck from her teeth and her hand wrapping around my neck to replace it above my collar. The fire within me building, not from the flame of a candle but from the heat within my body.

 

My thrusts slow as my oxygen diminishes, my eye roll back and half lid, her thrust steady and powerful, a grin curling on my lips as I approach my climax.

 

My orgasm crashed upon a breathless system hard, as the fresh cool air filled my lungs, I shudder as if I was outside again, Mistress’s hand over my moaning face and cheeks toying with my lips with her fingers until my orgasm subsided.

 

—–

 

And that was it for my energy and this little adventure, we had a bath, watched a movie and had some more sex later. But nothing worthy of note.

 

Hot wax in the cold might not be revisited in the future, but I believe that it was the shock that got me rather than the pain, maybe don’t try this one at home kids.

 

I was given a real break after the last task, and I had moved to my laptop downstairs when she came back to me again. With a long flexible double ended dildo, Mistress and I don’t use it often. She also had a pair of leather cuffs connected by a metal chain.

 

She took my laptop from my lap and placed it on the coffee table. Sitting down on the other end of the sofa near my feet patting her thighs, she beckoned me once more.

 

She spread her legs for me to sit between them so she could cuff my wrists behind my back. She then leaned back pulling me with her until my head was against her breasts.

My with my head tilted back by her hand on my chin. “Master told me how good you used to be at deepthroating, but we were both equally disappointed by your performance last time. Time for remedial practice. Open”.

 

I open my mouth for the dildo that was forced in too fast for me to even swallow, it hit the back of my throat hard forcing me to gag and choke.

 

The next thrust wasn’t any easier as she didn’t stop to let me prepare and swallow, that moment had passed, I spend what seemed to be an hour spluttering and choking when it would have only been a few minutes.

 

I managed to take it down my throat, as well as could be expected, but my throat was already irritated by that point, my eye was streaming, my nose might have been running, or spit had worked its way through. I don’t really know, every time I turned my head to the side or pulled away for air I was immediately tugged back against her and get a nasty slap against my face or breasts.

 

When my phone rang, I felt like I had been saved, it must be Mistress, it always is around this time, to let me know she was on her way home. Amy pulled the dildo from my throat and pushed me forwards so she could grab the phone from the coffee table and placing it to my ear. I was trying to catch my breath, “heyo?” I answered trying to hold back a cough. “Hey dear, you having fun?” She asked I could tell she was in the car, the car’s microphone was shocking by comparison.  “I’m picking up Ben and we’ll be home in 40 minutes, so I’ll see you then, love you”. “Love you too, see you soon”.

 

I pull away from the phone, slightly after the call ends, “Mistress is on her way, I need to get ready”. She pushed me onto my side to uncuff me, “I am not sure what that means, but okay”.

 

As soon as I was uncuffed I got up, and stretched, walking towards the door and the cupboard near it. Pulling a doormat from the cupboard, it wasn’t ever used as an actual doormat, just for this one purpose.

 

I placed said mat on the floor, about three feet from the inner door, and knelt upon it with my bar knees, shins and feet, it was coarse, rough, and slightly uncomfortable, but I liked it, it made me remember my place.

 

One of the reasons I enjoyed this part of the day, was that it gave me time to think and reflect on things and think about the woman I am waiting for.

 

Amy pulled a cushion from the sofa and knelt on it beside me, “so what is this? Meditation? You look like a pet dog waiting for its master to get home”.

 

I turn m face to look at her, “I suppose it’s the same thing in a way, I just like doing it”.

“You really are a strange little bitch, it’s fun”, came her reply before she fell silent for a couple minutes. I could hear her fidgeting, I could tell she wasn’t a patient woman. I am not patient either by any stretch, but this was ridiculous, we had only been there a few moments, I would do this all day if I wanted to, and had nothing else to do.

 

She huffed and got up, leaving the living room and going upstairs, I thought to get her phone. Returning a few moments later and kneeling back down beside me, I didn’t look at her, I just kept my back straight and waited.

 

Until a cane came down hitting me on the top of the butt, “Hey!” Came my protest, “I was concentrating!”

 

“Pfft fine, we’ll see what they say when they get home, you can continue your meditation, here open your mouth and bite”. She put the cane handle, the cane sticking out to my right side. The cane is so light it made no balance issues.

 

We waited silently for them to get home.

 

Sure enough, I heard the car pull into the drive not long after, and two car doors slam, right before the key jingle that always has me giddy… Maybe I was like a pet, we don’t do pet play though.

 

Mistress opened the door and set her keys on the shelf, immediately smiling at me. I was already smiling, how could I not, this woman was incredible. At over half a foot taller than me, the butch ex-rugby player was an Amazon.

 

She walks up to me her body shadowing over mine as I hear Ben walk in and close the door behind them. “Have you been good?” She asked me. I could feel Amy look at me with her creepy grin. I nod enthusiastically at her, “Of course Mistress, I am always good”. Her palm reaching to cup my cheek, “There’s, my good girl, has it been fun?”

 

She looks over my naked body, I don’t think anything of it, it’s her body.

“I’m going to order pizza, we can continue your “funishment” afterwards”.

 

Pizza only meant more exercise later on, one of the first things I had asked Mistress for help with was my weight, she took it in hand a few years ago and my exercise regime has rarely been skipped since.

 

We all ate while watching a David Attenborough documentary and five slices or pizza on my part later we were relaxing, my body snuggled against Mistress’s side when a rather large heavy hand came crashing down on my rump.

 

This sound perked up both Amy and Ben, who were suddenly looking at me like vultures, and I was blushing, almost like a deer in headlights, I was frozen as they stared at me.

 

Mistress nodded to them, and he just grinned at me, slapping my bump again with a sequence this time.

 

We were upstairs in the spare room again, except i was actually wearing four items, they were all leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists, but it’s more clothing than I usually wore around the house.

 

The items that were on the bed previously were now arranged across for desks and shelves messily, it was triggering my cleaning OCD something awful… but, I had more important things on my mind.

 

Mistress guided me towards the bed, which wasn’t in the same place it was before, it had been turned 90 degrees to allow access from all sides.

 

I knelt down on the blanket on my hands and knees, but I was flipped over onto my back. my cuffs roped in front of me and together towards the centre of the headboard beams the room was taught, the same followed for my ankles, but they were roped separately to part them.

 

The ropes weren’t too tight, I could roll and close my thighs a little, I knew that would probably be used against me. A bolster pillow stuffed under my hips forced my soppy hole into the air.

 

The toy inside me was removed, and a small vibrator replaced it. This was followed by a suction cup. Suction cups always made me puffy and sensitive.

 

Having three people applying stuff to me was exciting, All thus prep took so little time, and they weren’t done yet, blindfold, gag and headphones followed suit.

 

I didn’t get any music, just quiet sounds, that would be too distracting for sensory deprivation, these were noise cancelling ones, I could still hear people but the buzzing gets drowned out. A balaclava was dumped over my head next to keep the headphones in place.

 

The vibration inside of me was just about the only thing I could feel as the suction cup was removed.

 

Hypersensitivity mixed with hypersexuality is a blissful thing, then, suddenly, smack! My pussy was slapped, hard, I was shook. I flinched, but a palm was on my stomach pressing me back down and holding me in place. The second and third came just as suddenly without paused until a total of ten had crashed upon my cunt.

 

I was dizzy, one more would have probably finished me off, they knew that. My clover clamps were added along with at least two dozen clothes pegs across my labia, stomach, and chest.

I thought I was being tested in numbers? This was nothing like what we were doing earlier, I thought during the chaos.

The buzzing inside of me finally caught up with the pain, I squirmed again pleading for an orgasm, though, I doubt they understood my ball gag cries as I climaxed just as Ben’s knees were positioned on either side of my head.

 

His balls were on my forehead, which reminded me of something silly from our school days, it’s weird the things you think about at a time like this. As he once said, I would have looked like a unicorn.

 

He tugged on the chain between the clover clamps, yanking my breasts up by the nipples, the clamps biting hard.

 

I didn’t know what to think as a cane started whacking the exposed sole of my foot. When the wand was pushed between my pegged petals I was gone, double vibrations seemed to shake my insides apart,  and obviously, this wand was on max setting, why wouldn’t it be. My orgasm came just as hard as the first and was followed by another and another.

 

The thing about being on the receiving end of pain from multiple sadistic dominant is that you can’t roll or rock away or even flinch. The movement from one source could make your next hit worse and while blindfolded you never know where it is coming from.

My face was also beginning to bake in my own sweat, and I had begun to tear up from the sheer overload of feeling my body was experiencing which was a lovely addition to it all.

 

My onslaught seemed to last forever when the balaclava was pulled off my head and my gag removed. I heard Mistress’s voice in my ear as she lifted one of the earpieces, “you doing okay little one?” I try to say something to her but my jaws were sore, and the coupe hadn’t stopped abusing me to let me speak, I just cry and moan, my head pushing against her hand that was holding the earpieces.

 

“Yes” I muster, my voice high and crackling under pressure. The nipple camps removed, followed by all of the pegs being removed by use of a string that I hadn’t known was there, I had forgotten I even had pegs at all for a while. But the pegs came off from the top of my chest in a zig zag down towards my pussy faster than I could think, and the moment the last leg flew off the hardest whack my pussy had ever taken was received.

 

My whole body went numb from that and I entered subspace, I might have orgasmed but I don’t even know, more smacks came but I was barely aware of them anymore. I couldn’t feel any of it, and the next thing I knew I was being untied and being pulled up next to Mistress. My body reverberating for pain and exhaustion from muscles literally shaking themselves to death. Ben and Amy were getting dressed, but I was barely aware of it as I was still coming round.

 

Damn, they had used me for foreplay, “Mistress… Are we done?” I ask my head shaking itself to clear my vision that didn’t seem to work.

 

“Yes, we are my dearest little one, just relax, come round and then I will run us both a bath”.

 

I stay leaning against here for a while before she leaves to run for aforementioned bath, and I clamber over to the PC to write something down, some drama was happening, not important, Mistress came back sooner after to scoop me up and carry me towards our large bathtub. Our candles and my favourite chocolate ready for me.

 

What a wonderful end to a wonderfully painful day for a collared submissive.