Chapter 1: Mistress Mode
Dan awoke slowly, blearily opening his eyes and stretching his arms and back, letting out a soft groan as his aching muscles pulled pleasantly. The silky sheets of the bed slid sensuously across his body as he moved, reminding him almost immediately that he wasn’t in his own home: he was completely naked, completely shaven, and lying in Cindi’s bed. The thought sent a jolt of nervous energy through him that caused him to suddenly wake up much faster: he sat up quickly, looking around for her gorgeous, voluptuous body in the bed with him, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. He relaxed when he realized that, for the moment, he was mercifully alone.
He shifted again, and shivered as he felt the silk slipping against his throbbing and frustrated cock. Not for the first time, he repositioned the sheets so that they weren’t making contact with his hard member. The thread count was so high that they felt almost wet as they enveloped him, and his cock was so sensitive now that any movement against it sent overwhelming sensations through his body. The sun shining hotly in through the window in a bright shaft of light, a clear sign that it was going to be a beautiful, warm, sunny summer day
He spread his thighs away from his throbbing, sensitive testes, breathing slowly as he tried to fight off the sudden burst of morning arousal that stretching had filled him with. It had been almost two full weeks since he had last been allowed to cum by the five sensual and sadistic women who now owned him, and his genitals were almost screaming at him with constant need. It was Saturday morning now: he “belonged” to Cindi for the weekend (he still felt a wave of humiliation wash over him every time they passed him around like a toy), and this might have been the first conscious moment of peace he had had since he came home with her last night. He was going to do everything he could to keep his libido in check.
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It had been happening almost too subtly for Dan to notice, but over the last three weeks of shaving his body completely smooth, working out nude and on camera for The Tease girls every morning, and surviving the constant sexual torture that he was put through, the Dan who lay naked and throbbing in Cindi’s bed was almost unrecognizable as the same man who she had first met protesting out in front of her club. His body was tight, his stomach muscles defined, his biceps even bulging slightly. And what’s more, the angry, entitled glint in his eye had disappeared entirely. Submission was starting to feel natural…pleasant even.
He recognized that he was changing, but…he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to stop it. Almost any time he was in the presence of these hypnotic, cruel, playful women, he was naked and tied up. Dan was starting to feel ridiculously physically objectified, and he noticed that less and less did it even occur to him that this was unfair. It was starting to feel so natural.
At almost all times, he felt vulnerable…exposed…helpless. And as much as he felt the constant, screaming, aching need to cum, he also didn’t want to escape his captors anymore. In fact, he was feeling more and more addicted to the constant, helpless, mind melting stimulation. He was fairly certain he was starting to lose his grasp on sanity, but he just couldn’t seem to make himself care.
All he cared about now was surviving the next game, making it to the end of the week, and making his owners happy enough that they might decide to reward him for his good behavior.
After tragically failing his second Sunday Hearing a week previously, and learning that he was going to spend at least another seven days in frustrating denial, Dan had made an even bigger misstep and failed his Monday Test. And because of that failure, the Control Ring locked around his shaft and scrotum was now no longer set to send compromising pictures of his domination to everyone in his conservative Christian workplace, but instead to painfully shock his testicles every time he reached the orgasmic point of no return.
He lay back in Cindi’s comfortable bed, enjoying the rare moment of quiet, and thought back to that horrible Monday, six days previous. While Cindi had set up the new Control Ring settings, she had explained exactly how “Mistress Mode” worked: Trixi’s Control Ring had already been able to measure and respond to his arousal levels with absolute precision, but this specialized design had three small green lights running along the flat surface of the brushed steel ring which encircled his shaft. As he had struggled to hold back tears and ignore Lexie’s excited laughter, Cindi had explained that each tiny green light represented an increasingly serious warning that he was approaching an electric shock “correction”.
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But if the third light switched on, Cindi had explained cheerfully, he would get zapped immediately, and strongly enough to stop whatever eruption was about to occur. It was a concentrated shock to his scrotum: not strong enough to do any real damage… but strong enough to hurt, and strong enough to make sure that a real orgasm was impossible.
After Cindi had finished her explanation, Lexie had offered, with great pleasure in her voice, to demonstrate exactly what that third beep would feel like at the end of that Monday shift. Dan had tried to argue, but before he could stutter out more than a few words, Lexie was slowly working his cock towards eruption, smiling with shining eyes as she swirled her wet fingers against the head of his cock. Her gorgeous eyes shined a bit more with each beep, and her stunning smile spread a little bit wider, until the Control Ring had beeped a third time and sent a fiery bolt of pain through his groin.
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On Tuesday, his shift with Destiny had begun in a way that immediately illustrated for him the new kinds of challenges that lay in store this week. Instead of tying him up in some dizzying way the instant that he walked in the door, Destiny had instead invited Dan into the break room sweetly, and asked him to sit on the couch with her. She had been dressed in a low cut, skintight red t-shirt that showed of her impressive cleavage and a pair of hip hugging blue jeans.
He had been immediately confused: he didn’t think he had ever seen her wear this much clothing, and especially not at work. But she had simply snuggled up with him on the couch, smiled warmly at him with those wide, innocent, liquid chocolate eyes, and leaned in to begin lightly kissing against his neck.
When he had moaned loudly and stiffened his arms at his sides, desperately struggling to sit still, Destiny had slid her wet tongue up to his ear, and whispered with a giggle, “Aww, look at you! We’re not playing Rag Doll tonight, you can touch me baby…You can squeeze me and kiss me and grope me as much as you want…I know you want to, I can see your hands shaking, go ahead and touch me however your horny little fingers want to….”
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As they continued to hungrily grope and paw at each other, she began rolling her hips as well, rubbing even more powerfully against his throbbing shaft. And as he felt himself being rocketed quickly towards the point of no return, he suddenly heard a loud, familiar beep echo throughout the tiny room, the reality of his situation had come flooding back to him.
“W-wait, Destiny…” he had stuttered, desperately breaking free of her delicious lip lock and feeling dizzy, “We’re…we’re going too fast, you have to slow down…” He suddenly remembered the blinding pain that had torn through him as Lexie had “demonstrated” the Control Ring’s taser function for him.
He looked down, past her heaving, bouncing cleavage, and saw a soft green glow down by where they were pressed firmly against each other. He moaned as he felt another rising bolt of pleasure tear through his groin. His hands suddenly stopped groping and started pushing, desperately trying to escape the building pressure before the Ring beeped again.
Destiny had simply giggled at that, and pressed more forcefully against him, almost pinning him against the couch with her thick body, and had moaned into his ear, “What’s wrong baby? I thought you wanted to touch me…go ahead…squeeze my titties…spank my ass, go on baby, grind that hard cock against me…”
His hands sunk deep into her round thighs and heavy breasts as he fought unsuccessfully to escape her soft, grinding attack, and moaned as he felt himself hurdling closer and closer towards climax. “Destiny p-please! Pl-please, you’re hips, you’re moving to fast, I…” he trailed off, trying to scurry backwards against the couch and moaning as she followed him, crawling forward like a predator.
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Destiny had looked up at him from the couch with amusement, and slowly stood, strutting purposefully towards him as she had asked in a faux innocent voice, “What’s wrong, Danny baby? Don’t you want me? I’m right here…don’t you want to touch me?” As she approached him, he nervously backed up a few more steps, looking wildly behind himself to make sure he didn’t trip on anything.
He had looked like a man trapped naked in a very small cage with a jungle cat, which was an image that caused her to giggle and stop where she was standing, staring at him with a look of playful love in her eyes. As he watched, unable to look away, she had plucked lightly at the base of her shirt with both hands, and slowly lifted it sensuously over her massive tits, her long delicate neck, and wild, curly hair.
Destiny’s body was thick, curvy, juicy…her massive, heavy tits, her soft, slightly round belly, her thick thighs…as much as he knew he shouldn’t, he hadn’t been able to stop letting his eyes crawl hungrily over every inch of her deep, chocolate brown skin, shimmering in the florescent lights and even further highlighting her curves. And her eyes were so big, so beautiful, and so full of love…every time he found himself caught in her gaze, the temptation grew.
“Don’t you want these Danny?” she had purred as she began to lightly circle her sharp red fingernails around her dark, hardening nipples, and he had watched with quivering lips as goosebumps rose lightly across her breasts. “If you come back over here and kiss me right now I’ll let you suck my tits Dan. Would you like that? You could get on your knees and lick them as much as you want.” Then she smiled widely at him, and he almost moaned again at her beauty, “But you need to be a good boy and come back to me first…”
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After almost a minute of backing slowly away from her while she toyed with him, he had almost fainted in relief when the second green light on the Ring disappeared, signally that he was finally backing away from the danger of electrocution. But with the way Destiny was posing, strutting, and mercilessly taunting him, he couldn’t seem to calm down enough for the first to disappear as well. He cock leaked and dribbled as he watched her bounce her tits, play with her nipples, and promise his cock the world.
Each time she spoke, she would step slightly towards him again, slowly chasing him around the Break Room, and offering him things that he wanted more than life itself. For the first but definitely not the last time that week, he had begged desperately for Destiny to turn off Mistress Mode, just for the night, almost drooling as she plucked and teased at her nipples. But of course, she completely ignored his pleas for mercy. Destiny wasn’t interested in mercy: she was interested in devotion.
The amount of internal conflict he had felt for that entire shift with her had been excruciating. Every molecule of his being screamed out for her body, for her soft warmth and her sweet smell…but that beeping had been a reminder, and he knew that if he let himself fall back into her embrace, it wouldn’t be long before he felt that electric fire against his scrotum again.
But then again…there was only so much a man as desperate as Dan could refuse in the presence of someone who looked like Destiny. And so of course, despite his deepest, sincerest efforts, he found himself falling back into her warm, wet, soft trap over and over and over.
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And every time, of course, he had felt his fear overpowering his lust as he struggled to push away once more moments later, while Destiny giggled, wrapping her arms around his head and holding him firmly against her incredible breasts while he struggled, the Control Ring beeping in warning.
Chapter 2: Working Stiff
Every shift for the rest of the week had been some version of that exact experience. Now that the girls knew how torn he was between the freedom to touch them and his absolute terror at his own arousal, he found himself constantly trapped between his arousal and his panic in a way that made him feel like his brain was actually short circuiting. Each of the women would slowly, playfully, erotically break down his defenses until he was struggling to get closer to them…and then they would laugh in sincere amusement at his rising fear as the taser locked around his scrotum beeped in warning again and again.
He had only actually felt the effects of the taser three times this week, he realized now as he lay in Cindi’s bed, and debated whether he should stay where he was, or try to explore the house while she was otherwise occupied. The first two times he had been zapped this week, unsurprisingly, were at the cruel hand of redheaded, icy, and refined Lexie. The first, of course, had been when Cindi had first put the specialized ring onto him, and Lexie had “demonstrated” again exactly how the taser worked for him, her lubricated fingers teasing him towards an explosion of pain while he begged her to stop.
The second shock had occurred during a shared shift between Lexie and Dominique on Wednesday night, when Lexie had started their shift by declaring that she had decided to remind him of exactly what he should be afraid of so that he was on his best behavior, and had slowly, methodically stroked him to the point of electrocution, once more. His pleas that she had already reminded him once fell on deaf ears, of course…and after the shift had ended, he had to admit she had been right. He had spent the rest of the night having his tongue passed back and forth between Lexie and Dominique’s thighs while they had played with each, and he had spent the entire shift in absolute terror of being shocked again.
The third shock, however, had been a bit more surprising, and had come at the hands of Trixi, who had had her first solo shift with him yesterday. After strapping him into “The Chair”, Trixi had explained that she planned to use her first day alone with him to “test” the effects and the limits of her little inventions. “I know you’ve gotten to have a lot of fun with all my little toys…” she had explained in a slightly patronizing tone, as she had spread his limbs wide in The Chair, “but with all the fun and games lately, I haven’t gotten to take real life measurements. So you’re just going to be my little guinea pig today, okay Danny?”
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And then, with the calm curiosity of a scientist observing an experiment, Trixi had begun to torture him.
At first she had simply lightly feathered the underside of his throbbing cock, pausing occasionally to take notes in a small yellow pad at each response. She spun the implement lightly in her fingers, giving the feathers a quick twirl against the underside of his swollen ridge that had awoken a flame in him. She had done this for almost an hour, completely ignoring his begging, his crying, his laughing as she adjusted her technique, her position, her intensity, her speed, pausing each time to check the readouts and calming jotting another note down in her notebook.
Next she had begun playing with the Control Ring settings, still calmly checking readouts and taking notes as the Ring vibrated and squeezed against him and his testicles turned a deep, almost painful shade of purple. Dan had never been in a room alone with Trixe like this, and it had truly terrified him. She hadn’t acknowledged him ONCE since she had tied him to the chair. She didn’t make eye contact, and completely ignored his desperate, shrieking pleas as she carefully recorded one measurement after another. Instead of an actual human being, it was like he was nothing but a cock, a swollen, captive, denied and leaking cock for her to test her ideas on.
By the end of hour two, Trixi had added her custom built, vibrating butt plug to the equation, working it slowly into Dan’s puckering asshole and giggling as he lay there writhing and weakly begging, helpless to stop her. And then on and on it went: twirling the duster against him again, looking at her readouts, increasing the vibrations against his anus and the base of his cock, taking notes, on and on and on. By the time the night was almost over, he had been leaking nonstop, and panting out the word “please” almost deliriously. But that was when Trixi had proven that she could be just as cruel as Lexie.
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Dan had nodded quickly, and managed a very hoarse, “Y-yes Trixi…” Desperation permeated his entire body, and at this point he thought he would agree to anything she could have possibly wanted, if she would just promise to leave those vibrations switched off long enough for him to catch his breath. She had looked deeply into his eyes, her dark irises glittering mischievously, and she had adjusted her glasses again, as she whispered, “Are you sure Danny?”
He almost screamed the word “YES” his voice hoarse and rasping, terrified to do anything to incur her wrath any further, and a single tear rolled down his face, as he wondered about what was coming next. She had smiled at his loud, desperate response, looking pleased, and had stared lovingly into his eyes as she cooed, “Good, Danny! Because, before the night is over, I need to see exactly what the Mistress Mode shock correction looks like in person. So we’re going to end your shift with some fireworks tonight.”
She had winked at him at that, watching as his face grew horrified. He opened his mouth to beg, to cry, but before a word could come out, the pulsing vibrations tormenting his body returned with a vengeance. Dan struggled desperately in his bonds to get away from the building stimulation growing within him, but he couldn’t do anything to escape his body’s natural responses, and he could only stare silently at Trixi’s pale, lithe, pierced and tattooed body, gasping and trying to catch his breath, as the first light had ticked on, and a loud beep had echoed throughout the room.
“Oooh that was so quick!” Trixi had giggled at that, her dark eyes shining with fascination, “You really are all backed up aren’t you baby…” She leaned forward with her left hand, and brought the feather duster up against the underside of his dribbling cock again, and giggled as he bucked and groaned in rising terror at the sensations before continuing, “Good think you have my little Control Ring to train you Danny bear, we don’t want a premature ejaculator on our hands, huh? Now try to hold back, baby, make it last as looooong as you can…”
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Dan shivered in Cindi’s bed now as he thought back to his shift the night before: he almost whimpered to himself as he remembered the way Trixi had coldly turned her attention to his cock, watching the thick veins pulsing against the sexual torture device locked around them. Her face showed no compassion, no mercy, only cold scientific curiosity as she had watched him writhe in his bonds, tears streaming down his face as he had try desperately to hold back.
He had actually felt his balls pull tightly against the rubber ring around them as his cock threatened to explode in pleasure…but then that terrible, blinding pain had torn through him instead, dipping his balls in white hot flame for just an instant, immediately snuffing out any semblance of an orgasm. And as he cried out, every muscle in his body tightening in response to the electrifying pain, Trixi had just kept calmly taking her notes.
He sat up now, in Cindi’s soft, comfortable bed and rubbed tenderly at his testicles as he remembered what it had felt like, and shivering. He always expected the pain to last for days given its intensity, but it always disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. Within seconds his nerve endings had returned to normal.
The shocks didn’t do cause any burns or even sore skin…they just HURT. And they hurt enough that he had spent every waking moment with these women torn painfully between his deeply flowing, physical, desperate desire for release, and his nervous, anxious, intellectual fear of pain. And because all of the girls KNEW that, they had spent the entire week offering him more access to their bodies than he had ever dreamed of. He couldn’t tell if this week had been heaven or hell.
Chapter 3: The Birthday Boy
Finally tired of reminiscing about his week of torment, he got out of bed and peeked down the hallway, nervously wondering where Cindi had gone. He “belonged” to her for the weekend, and true to form, she hadn’t given his aching cock a rest since she had driven him home yesterday from his Friday shift. So this rare moment of quiet was making him feel very anxious as he waited for the other, sparkly pink stripper heel to drop. Birthday or not, he knew that something else terrifying was on its way at this party, he just didn’t know what. After, all Cindi hadn’t been shy about putting him through his paces last night.
Cindi had come into the Break Room to pick him up only minutes after Trixi had electrocuted him last night, barely giving him a moment to recover before she had dressed him and taken him home for the weekend. As soon as she had walked him inside her apartment, she had firmly stripped him naked. Then, as he had begged her for mercy, trying to explain what Trixi had just put him through, she had cuffed his hands behind his back with a pair of sturdy steel handcuffs, lined with soft pink fluff. And then, once he was trussed up just like the naked horny boy that she loved for him to be, Cindi had taken him to the bedroom, and begun to play a new game with him.
Since the first day that Cindi had dominated Dan, turning him into a helpless puddle in her dressing room at The Tease, she had always appreciated his begging. She loved the way that he screamed and howled, adored the way his voice cracked when he was getting truly desperate, and got wet at the way he began to blubber and cry after prolonged torment.
And last night, as she had slowly peeled off her clothes one piece at a time and crawled onto the bed with him, she had informed him that his job, for the rest of the night, was going to be to show her just how good he really was at begging. And she had lived very much up to that promise. Totally naked, her massive breasts dragging beautifully against her silk sheets as she crawled towards him, Cindi had positioned herself so that her face was inches from his throbbing dick.
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Within minutes of this, he had burst out into desperate begging pleas…he begged for her to kiss his cock, to lick it, to take it into her mouth, his voice growing louder and more cracked with desperation as she teased slowly around his throbbing, screaming cock. From time to time she had stopped kissing and slurping lightly at his thighs long enough to purr in a breathy voice, “What’s that Dan? What do you want me to do with your hard throbbing cock? You need to speak louder baby, I can’t hear you.”
Her gorgeous, short, blonde hair had brushed and bounced around her round, beautiful face as she teased him, and she had slowly licked her full, wet lips over and over as he watched. Soon he had been screaming, crying, and begging so loudly that his breath grew short and his head grew dizzy. For almost 10 minutes he had sobbed and pleaded for mercy, before she finally…FINALLY…had slid her lips to the tip of his cock and her slender fingers to the base. Then, as he watched with shaking, sweaty desperation, she had parted her lips as she stared at him with wide, piercing blue eyes, and taken his throbbing cock into her mouth.
He had almost fainted in pure pleasure as he felt her wet mouth enveloping him, and had moaned out in absolute ecstasy as he felt her thick tongue rolling with a delicious warm slickness against his frenulum….He warbled dizzily in absolute bliss, feeling his tense muscles loosen in relief as he finally experienced the pulsating, building pleasure of real stimulation. But once she started, she wouldn’t slow down, and suddenly Cindi was passionately and sensuously worshipping Dan’s cock with such vigor that he found himself hurdling towards terrifying pain once more.
When the first loud beep of the Control Ring had echoed throughout the room, Dan’s reaction had been immediate. He had instantly begun wriggling, writhing, unable to escape the suction of her wet mouth with his hands cuffed behind his back, and had burst out into desperate, sobbing begging again…only this time it had been for her to slow down. She had giggled at this, letting his cock slide wetly out of her soft lips with a “plop”, and cooed, “What’s wrong Danny, baby? I thought you WANTED me to slurp and suck at you…and now you want me to stop?”
She had batted her lashes at him innocently, and leaned in again with her wet tongue, “Well if you don’t want me to suck you any more, maybe I should just lick at you…like this…”. She had then spread her lips once more, sliding his cock deep into her mouth along her tongue without tightening her lips, her gasping breath against his cock head sending him into another desperate round of sobbing, frenzied begging.
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Now, sneaking out of Cindi’s bedroom on Saturday morning, a shiver went down his spine as he remembered exactly what her mouth around his cock had felt like last night. She had finally uncuffed him sometime after 1am, and had allowed him to fall almost immediately into a horny, exhausted sleep. He peeked out into the hallway again, and stepped nervously towards the bathroom, looking quickly in all directions and wondering where Cindi was.
His hard cock bounced prominently in front of him as he tip toed towards the bathroom, wondering if she was in the shower. And when he found the shower empty, and turned to look for her in the kitchen, he could feel the cold morning air tickling his bare buttocks. The girls never let him wear clothing in the house when he was staying with him, and he hated how completely vulnerable that nudity made him feel. But even worse, the intense vulnerability of his nakedness was only magnified when he had no idea where his gorgeous, cruel, playful tormentor was.
Suddenly, as he peeked into the kitchen, he felt a warm, perfumed body, and a pair of soft, massive tits press into his back as Cindi’s hands playfully covered his eyes, and her breathy voice whispered in his ear, “Guess who, Birthday Boy?” He let out a whimpering yelp, and went suddenly stiff in her arms, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, and she giggled, “Aww, was someone trying to be sneaky?”
Dan let out a quavering moan, his knees went weak, and he fell back limply against her body as he felt the drunken dizziness of his growing arousal overpower him. Despite her wide hips, thick thighs, and creamy, bouncing breasts, Cindi had snuck up on him in complete silence, heightening the sensation that he was her prey, her victim, her conquest.
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“Mmmmmm” Cindi hummed in his ear, her left hand sliding slowly down his tight, exposed stomach muscles, letting her fingers fondle appreciatively at the new, rippling, abdominal definition that she found there, “Good horny naked little slave boy, look at that obedient throbbing cock waking up for me…” He felt her extend her tongue, running it lightly along the ridge of his ear, and another wild shiver spread throughout his body as he gasped. But before he could think of anything to say, he felt Cindi shift against him to grab something.
Then, as he watched with nervous arousal, she held her hand in front of his face once more, this time while dangling the brushed steel and pink fluff handcuffs that she had used to torture him with all evening between thumb and forefinger. He moaned a bit louder at the sight of them, and as she playfully jingle jangled them in his face as she giggled sweetly in his ear, “So have you decided yet baby? Do you want to try to earn a bathing suit for your little party today, Birthday Boy, or did you like my idea?”
Dan almost burst into tears. In the midst of this insane, intense teasing, he had forgotten that Cindi had threatened (between torturous bouts of slow, wet, blowjob cockteasing) last night that she was going to make him wear his “birthday suit” for the entirety of his birthday. He had been so out of his mind with paradoxical desire by that point that he had barely registered it, but…she couldn’t seriously be asking him to travel buck naked like this, could she?
“S-Cindi, please,” he stuttered, trying to keep himself calm as he searched desperately for some way to reason with her, “I-I can’t drive over there naked with you, I’ll get caught…someone will notice…”
She gave his nipples one more light pinch, and then let her hands slid slowly and sensuously down towards his throbbing cock. She let the soft pads of her right index and ring finger slide gently against the underside of him, cradling his pulsating shaft lovingly as she kissed lightly at his ear before responding. “Oh people will DEFINITELY notice…” she giggled happily, wriggling her smooth, warm skin against his back, “Dominique lives in a HUGE apartment complex, and sometimes I have to park BLOCKS away…”
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He gasped, trying to focus his thoughts and feeling his composure crumbling as she slowly teased and stroked at him from behind. He hadn’t even SEEN her yet this morning, and yet she had already completely broken him. “Cindi, p-please…” he sputtered, struggling and failing to keep his voice even as he held back nervous tears of frustration, “Please let me wear something, just until we get to Dominique’s, I swear I’ll get as naked as you want the second we’re inside, but PLEASE you can’t make me walk around in public like this…”
She nuzzled warmly and wetly against his neck, moaning in arousal as she nibbled lightly at him, and she giggled, “Well if you want something to cover up, I guess you’re going to have to earn it, huh baby?” She suddenly lifted her hands away from his cock, and grasped one of the fuzzy pink and steel cuffs in each hand, sliding them up to his chest and then pulling him firmly and forcefully against him. “You know…” she continued, still panting hotly in his ear, “Making you beg all night was really really fun… didn’t you think so baby?”
He moaned unintelligibly, thrusting his hips in light, uncontrolled spasms as the soft fluff and cold steel of the cuffs brushed against his hypersensitive nipples. “I just LOVE the way I can hear you losing control…” She cooed as he unconsciously thrust his cock forward at the sound of her soft, confident voice, “The way you make that cute little face when you cry…”
A combination of relief and terror ran through him as he realized two things at once: Cindi wasn’t REALLY going to make him walk around naked in public today after all…but if he really wanted to cover up, she was going to make him work for it.
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She nibbled a bit more sharply at his ear now, and he could hear her breath speeding up as she moved against him. “Or…” she panted, “You can show me how much you love me right now, and earn something to hide that naughty naughty cock from the world…”
She paused dramatically at that, but never stopped her rolling, grinding motion against him, and he felt the slide of her massive breasts, her hard nipples, her satin panties against drive him even deeper into drunken arousal. “C’mon baby, you know you want to say yes…Wasn’t it fun begging me to lick your cock? To kiss the head? To slurp at your shaft? To open my warm wet mouth, and slide you so far in that I can kiss your Control Ring?”
She started rubbing the cuffs lightly up and down his chest as he tried to think, tried to consider, and her voice got softer, weightier, “And even if it was just a little bit scary…if you’re being honest Danny…wasn’t the other begging fun too? Begging for me to slow down? Begging helplessly for mercy while you ticked closer…and closer…and closer to punishment? Wondering if I was going to stop in time, and how much louder you’d have to howl before I did? Three more hours, that’s all baby…Three more hours of fun, and you won’t have to worry about everyone seeing your cute little tushie…All you have to do is give me your hands, and go back to the bedroom, Danny…”
He almost let out a sob, and closed his eyes in an effort to hold back tears. Three more hours of constant, paradoxical begging…begging for more, begging for less, begging for mercy that he knew he was never going to get. And that was just the start of what he was sure would be one of the most intense days of his life.
He slowly lifted his wrists behind himself, as if in offering, and she squealed with joy as she dropped her hands to grab his, and fastened the cuffs around his wrists with a loud click. Then she wrapped her arms lovingly around him again, and her voice swelled with pride as she giggled, “Oooh, yay Dan! We’re going to have soooo much fun before the party. You know, you didn’t get me off ONCE last night, so I think we should start by remedying THAT situation.”
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