‘Then Steve took hold of your shoulders and turned you slowly around, to show the men how you looked with your juicy little nipples trapped in the clamps. They wanted to touch them, of course, but Steve forbade it and you were relieved, because they had never felt so unbearably sensitive as this. Once he was sure everyone had had a good look, he picked up the vibrator …’
I reached over for the plastic bag and took the pink silicone monstrosity from its box. God, did it come with batteries supplied? I pressed the button quickly and was reassured by the low buzz that issued from it. Good.
‘Got it, sir.’
‘Thank you for telling me. Steve told you that he was unwilling to sell you the vibrator until you had sampled it and found it to your satisfaction. When he ordered you to bend over the counter, you did so without question. The beads from your nipple clamps made a clattering sound over the glass top and you squeaked as the nipples made contact with the cold, cold surface.
‘Steve pulled down your knickers, nice and slowly, so that the silky material whispered over your well presented bum, tickled your thighs and came to rest by the suspender snaps. They could go no lower, which wasn’t ideal for Steve’s purposes, so he took a big pair of scissors and cut them off.’
‘Oh!’
‘Don’t cut yours up. Just take them off.’
‘OK.’
‘Then his big, rough hand slipped between your thighs and his fingers dipped into your displayed cunt, finding it soaking wet. He ordered you to spread your legs as wide as they would go, then he held up his shiny, coated fingers to the rest of the room, so that they all would know just what a horny slut you were.
‘“I think she needs this, lads.”
‘They cheered and jostled forwards, all eager to see your tight wet pussy and your fat, red clit.
‘Steve picked up the vibrator and began to insert it, with torturous slowness, up inside you. You were gasping and mewling with need, begging him to stuff it in and fill you up, but he took his time, inch by inch, opening you up in front of everyone until the silicone cock was up to the hilt and the clit stimulator rested against your little button. Shall I give you a minute?’
I was puffing and panting with the effort of squeezing the vibrator up inside me, leaning over the computer desk with my knickers down and the nipple clamps swinging merrily. Once it was all the way in, I felt almost ready to come then and there – something about its design meant that it maintained pressure on my G-spot and was holding me in a state of near-climax right from the start. This story might be ending sooner than SecretSadist intended.
‘Are you still there?’
One shaking finger typed, ‘Yes.’
‘Close?’
‘Yes.’
‘You will not come until I say so. So … there you were, bent over the counter, clamped and spread-legged while Steve rotated the vibrator inside your clenching cunt. He invited each of the men in turn to come and see your exposure at close quarters. They would crouch, sniffing at your juicy pussy, seeing the pink latex thrust in and out, looking further up the curve of your arse, which jiggled and wobbled. Steve gave them each permission to touch your arse while he continued to handle the vibe firmly. Their hands petted and patted and parted your cheeks, unfamiliar fingers sliding inside the crack and poking at the little pucker. You came hard, over and over again, with a different man’s finger up your arsehole each time, pushing back on them, begging for mercy, begging for more. You may come now.’
It was too late. I already had, about halfway through the paragraph, as soon as he got to the bit about the strange men sniffing me. I slumped over the keyboard.
‘isaht;oiahn;ogihnwo;aihnoei,’ I typed.
By the time I was able to raise my head, having pulled the vibe slowly from my still-spasming pussy, he had typed quite a few more lines.
‘That’s the effect I was aiming for.’
Then, ‘AtYourService?’
‘Where are you?’
‘Have you passed out? That’s one good vibrator.’
I put my elbows on the desk and hit the keys slowly and haphazardly.
‘I camw reiauly harkd.’
‘So it seems.’
But now I had a confession. I had not waited for his permission. Should I tell him? Should I earn further punishment? Or would he appreciate my honesty and let me off? I waited for my fingers to stop doing their
impression of leaves in the wind and pressed my lips together.