“What?” Julie said with exasperated disbelief. “Already?” She turned and looked at me, one eyebrow arched in that Spockish sort of way that I liked. I wanted to smile, to grin at her, but I was just a little bit focused on maintaining my poise. My face was steel and the rest of me was almost as firmly tense. She sighed, rolling her eyes.
“Christ, Breanne. It’s only been ten minutes,” she said, grabbing my hand and looking around. I nodded, my throat tight as I tried to focus on my breathing, which was steadily becoming more labored. My hips suddenly thrust forward and I let out a little whimper as Julie spotted an appropriate clothing store and hauled me in.
We moved past the counter rapidly, Julie’s commanding look more than enough to satisfy the clerks. That was a girl who knew where she was going. What she wanted. And she dressed like it too. Gold earrings and necklace, combined with a stunning black blouse with some intriguing black lace panels, with a pair of those chino type pants that flared and hung loosely around the calves. High heeled open toed sandals to match, with purple painted toe nails. All in all a definite possibility for a quick sale.
The girl with her? The redhead? Um… yeah. Not so much. Cute, definitely. Especially with the shoulder length red hair. But that halter top! It looked like it had been through the wash one to many times, faded and thin. And you could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra either. You could practically see her nipple! And speaking of nipple, did you see what was hanging off her right tit? A padlock! An actual padlock! Granted, it was a small one, but what kind of girl has a lock hanging off her nipple? The skirt? Blue denim, flared and pleated. How old fashioned. Definitely needs a new one. It was too short too. I’ll bet if she were sitting down it wouldn’t cover her bottom! Shoes? Flip flops you mean. How… base. Couldn’t she at least afford some nice beach sandals? At least her toe nails were painted a crimson to match her hair…
Julie snatched a blouse off a rack and pushed me toward the changing rooms. I was breaking down, too close and Julie glanced around. “Hush!” she whispered, then opened the small door and took us inside. The changing room was nothing more than a closet with a mirror, though there was a small bench. Julie hung the shirt up on a hook and then nodded at me. I groaned and put one leg up on the seat while Julie pushed her hands up underneath my skirt. Her deft fingers followed the Velcro straps upward to my hip, finding the small controller and with a simple swipe of her thumb she turned the Rotating Venus Penis off.
I crumpled, whimpering as the four inch plastic cock inside me went silent. It also stopped moving. The “rotation” function of the “ROTATING Venus Penis” makes the little cock churn inside me like a wooden spoon stirring a pot of soup. It drives me crazy.
“They were only on medium!” Julie said in disgust as she ripped the first of the straps off. I trembled, unwilling to answer her. She pulled on the other side and the front of the RVP loosened. Her hands tugged and a moment later the entire thing came away from my sex, the soaked petals glistening. My clit was peeking out, desperate for release as well. The RVP, silent but wet, hung down from beneath me, half the straps still connected, or I was sitting on them. Julie opened her purse, pulled out the sap and gave me an expectant look.
I took a deep breath and spread my legs, pulling my feet out of my flip flops and setting them on the bench. It was an awkward position and my knees were forced wide apart, almost to the walls. I braced myself, clenching my teeth as Julie dropped down to get a better angle. She knelt right in front of me, then bent down and kissed my clit. It was a wet kiss, with lots of tongue, and this just brought me right back to the edge of the cliff, desperate for release. Then she pulled back, her lips wet with my juice, raised the sap, and smashed my clit into paste.
The only reason I didn’t scream was because I was ready for it, clenching my teeth. Still, I let out a whine that filled the little room. My legs jerked as my bottom came up off the little bench. Oh my God did that hurt! My pussy felt like it was on fire! Julie let me tremble and shake, adjusting to the sensations, and only when it looked like I was recovered did she come back down for the second “kiss.”
I gasped, her tongue swirling around my clit, then up and down through my petals. Pain was suddenly replaced by exquisite pleasure and I my hips really did begin to move. Julie pulled back again.
“Hey. No cumming. You know what will happen,” she warned. I knew. I just didn’t care. But then she lifted the sap a second time and whipped it down on the flared and wet folds of my flower. I squealed, my legs jerking half closed before I caught them and my entire ass came up off the bench. The RVP fell to the floor with a light clatter. Neither of us cared. Then Julie’s mouth was on my again, sucking and licking, devouring me. It was too much. I let out a single, muted wail through my teeth, hips bucking and grinding against her. I was cumming. No hope for it. She wanted me to anyway. It just gave her the excuse she needed to punish me. To hurt me more. To make the next orgasm that much more intense. I was a construct, with larger and bigger levels to come. The moment she felt the climax start she pulled back and hit me again. A third time. I really didn’t care. That burn just melted into the explosion, making it bigger.
I was lost in a daze, blown away, a limp noodle. I could feel the wetness trickling out of my pussy, onto the bench. The clerk had been right. Sitting down the skirt didn’t cover my bottom. Julie bent down and ran her tongue through me, sending a fresh set of shivers rushing up through my spine.
“Yum,” she whispered, smacking her lips. This went on for a minute, maybe two, then she lifted the sap again and hit me, right between the legs. I yelped, my legs closing almost the entire way, but her head was already there, mouth pressed up against my clitoris, sucking the little swollen nub in. My heels thudded once, then twice more against the sides of the changing room. It was hard to be silent as waves and waves of the most amazing bliss spurted up through me from my clitoris.
The arousal blossomed within me and she just kept at it until my chest was again heaving. I grabbed hold of the bottom of the halter top, hauling it up, my hands cupping my breasts, squeezing the nipples. The padlock danced and when I moaned again Julie hit me a fourth time. A ragged gasp exploded from me and I began to buck, the blow only stimulating me more and Julie paused between that fourth stroke and the fifth only long enough for one terrible, wonderful lick. Then the sap licked at my sex, the wet leather stinging and burning as I thrust up to meet the impact.
Julie bent down again and stabbed at my clit with her tongue, sending me into paroxysms of delight, shifting and wriggling as it seemed she were trying to push the exposed nub back into the hood. I shuddered and she responded by pulling back and hitting me a sixth time, the sap landing with a moist crack against my entire sex, the flexible tip curling up and over my pubic mound. This time I let out a little cry and Julie glared at me, pressing her thumb against my clit. She pushed, and rubbed, watching as my body was jacked right back up to the edge of climax. She pulled her hand away and landed the seventh stroke against my clit and our eyes met.
“PLEASE!” I hissed, irises wild. She nodded and this time she swung the sap, hitting me with the eighth, ninth, and tenth strokes with rapid swings. My pussy exploded with agony and my arms went out, fingers splayed, knuckles white as I pushed against the walls of the changing room. It was too much. Too close. I could feel it… just there… outside the limits.
Julie stood, putting away the sap, staring down at me. She wiped a hand across her face, removing the film of wetness I’d left there. Then she reached down, grabbed hold of the RVP, and deftly slid it back into my depths. I shuddered and let out another moan. It took her only a minute or so to secure it back in place, while I twitched and tried to get my brain working. Finally she stepped back and pulled me to my feet. I let her tug my shirt back down and swipe a hand over my ass to brush my skirt back into place.
“There. You look adorable,” she said softly. I nodded. I could feel the cock of the RVP inside me. I was squeezing it to death, my pussy contracting with spasms of need around it. But it was off. Julie nodded, then lifted the side of my skirt, found the controller and gave me a look that was wicked, deviant, and all mischief. “You know the rules. If you cum....” she left it trailing and I braced myself. Her thumb slid along the controller. I felt the rumble, the vibrations start in the base, pressed against my petals, my clit, translating into the plastic phallus inside me. And then it moved, swirling inside me, churning away like I was cream being turned to butter. I gasped, shuddering, eyes closed as my hips began to move again. So intense…
Julie pulled me out of the changing room, holding my hand as we quietly left. Each step for me was hard and she was having to pull me along. My entire focus, my being, was centered between my legs, dealing with the sensations of the Rotating Venus Penis, trying not to give in. The pressure built and built as we moved out into the mall. Julie held my hand tight, moving slowly, letting me set the pace as I shuffled forward, scared of swinging my hips and starting the cascade again.
Two stores, then three. I felt myself tighten and knew I was close. My throat locked up and I pulled Julie to a stop, our eyes meeting.
“Julie, please,” I whispered. “I can’t help it.” She gave me this beaming smile.
“Oh I know. That’s the point. But don’t worry. After three or four orgasms you’ll be able to handle things for longer. And if you manage not to cum between now and the time I finish your ten strokes, you know we can start the RVP off at low,” she reminded me.
I let out a stressed whine. “Julie! I’ve got to…” I broke off, biting my lip, another wave rushing against me. “I’m going to…”
She laughed and grabbed my hand, dragging me into another clothing store. We hurried to the back, again no one stopping us. We were the perfect couple. Just some girlfriends shopping. Julie spent ten seconds selecting an item, a gauze shirt in blue with print flowers, meant to be worn over another undergarment and then pushed me into the changing room. I hurried, sitting down, spreading my legs, opening up, propping my feet up on the bench. This closet sized room was bigger than our last, but there still wasn’t that much space. Julie found the controls and again turned off the RVP just before I was about to gnaw on my own knuckles.
The Velcro ripped and then she pulled the toy free. My pussy, bright red as well as wet, was perfectly exposed. My breath caught in my throat as I pulled up my shirt, watching as she kneeled. Her tongue darted out, caressing my clit and I trembled violently, almost spurting. Then, sensing how close I was, she pulled away. I hadn’t even see her take the sap out of her bag but I did when it licked my petals, the sting and heat spreading them open. I clenched my teeth, letting out a soft whimper as Julie came down again, her mouth opening to suckle my entire clitoris into her mouth. My bottom kept tightening rising from the bench seat.
Stroke after stroke was laid on my open, sensitive, trembling sex, interspaced with the darting licks and sucking kisses of a bisexual dominatrix intent on taking me to the edge. It was so hard. I didn’t know if I should cry or scream, but I knew I wanted to cum. Some moments with her mouth between my legs lasted a whole minute. Some were just a mere swirl of her tongue. But each slap of the sap against my flower was hard, biting, and left me aching. I didn’t know how to handle it. My body ramped up.
But I didn’t cum. I guess the last one was just too close. The final stroke of the sap didn’t drive me over the edge and she let me calm down just a bit before sliding the Rotating Venus Penis back into me.
“We’ll start it on low,” she whispered as the sliders on the control moved with her thumb. And at low I felt the slight vibration, the gentle swirl. I knew that she’d gotten what she wanted: the pain of the sapping held off the orgasm. I grabbed her arm, swaying as the RVP moved inside me, the phallus agitating my insides. The tiny motor that caused the vibrations in the base seemed pressed against my clitoris and for a moment I thought I was going to have to tell her to hit me again. She opened the door, saw the look on my face and paused.
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.
I shook my head, on the verge of crying. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “No. I’m… I’m…” I stammered. Then it was too late. I felt it. I gave her a panicked look and she grinned.
“Well, this is nice,” she said softly. Then she put the blouse she’d plucked off a nearby rack on the restocking cart. A second shirt seemed to leap into her hand and as I stood there, juice trickling down my thigh, shaking like a leaf in the wind, trying to control the climax. Then as I lost it she pushed me back into the changing room.
“Let’s try this one on,” she said clearly. The door snicked closed behind her and I felt her hands pushing me down. She helped me out of my flip flops, then lifted my right leg, bracing my heel on the seat. My skirt flipped up as my sex continued to flutter around the lightly purring phallus inside me as well as its base pressed to my folds. Julie took hold of my other ankle and pushed, opening me up. Her fingers tugged at the Velcro and for the third time exposed my sex, pulling the wriggling, buzzing probe out of my sopping wet slit.
“Oh. Oh my. Look at your little pussy!” she gushed in this cute little voice. “You’re all red and wet!” Then she dropped down, pulled her sap out and then ran her tongue through my folds up to my clitoris. I sighed, groaning, lifting my hips, my toes curling with pleasure and then she pulled back, her face from nose to chin wet.
“Let’s make it redder!” Then she flicked her wrist and the sap flattened my petals, spreading them open. I cried out but then bit down and tried to stay quiet as she immediately went back down and began suckling my clitoris. It rolled around in her mouth, like a lemon drop, driving the stinging pain back with floods of pleasure. I whimpered and moaned, my body beginning to tremble. I’d just had another orgasm. I wasn’t close to cumming again, but I could feel it. I was so sensitive. And then she hit me again.
Light and dark. Soft and Hard. Wet and.. well.. wet. The stinging heat of the sap against the soft swirling bliss of her tongue. Julie teased and tormented me, slapping my pussy over and over between each tender moment of sweet seduction. By the time I took the tenth stroke I was horny again, wanting another orgasm. She slid the Rotating Venus Penis back into me, then strapped it in as my hips churned with involuntary need. I was pulled to my feet as she reached for the controller.
“Too bad you came. That means it has to be on full power,” she whispered, sliding her thumb across the controls. I felt the RVP move inside me, the phallus taking a slow, deep turn through my depths. The vibrations spiraled through my flower, into my clit, then to my spinal cord, shooting up to my brain. I was starting to get sensitive, my clit tingling, not from the sapping now, but from over-stimulation. Julie could tell and she loved it. She helped me with my attire, then pulled me back out into the mall, one step at a time, holding my hand. I must have looked like her mentally handicapped kid sister, or older sister. Or something. One step in front of the other, hips rocking back and forth, shuddering. Eyes closed. Mouth open. Tough to breath. Must not… cum.. and.. oh. Oh God. I can feel… Oh… Uhhhhh…. Ohhh.
She smiled. “Yes dearheart. I know. Another ten strokes.”
Breanne Erickson is the author of "Coming of Age - A BDSM Romance", an autobiographical tale that explains just how a girl like Breanne came to be the nympho humiliation pain slut we all know and adore. Check our her amazing works at Amazon.com!