Thursday, July 7, 2016

The Cost - Part One

July 4th

I was sitting on the couch when the doorbell rang but my automatic door opener functioned exactly as designed. About a half-second after the chiming sound echoed through my apartment, a flurry of eight year old arms and legs shot out of the back bedroom, passed me at close to the speed of sound, and then barreled down the hall until the sound of 55lbs of running child slamming into the front door came back to me. I presumed, from the lack of crying or screams, that my daughter’s attempt at slowing down had been successful and a moment later I heard the tell-tale squeak of the hinges as she opened up our apartment.

“Oh! Hello Aunt Julie!” Rachel said with a grin. “Is that for me?” Rachel asked eagerly. I heard a rustling of paper and sighed. My various visitors had taken to bringing my daughter gifts, following in my best friend Kari’s tradition of spoiling the kid.

“Well, this one is. And make sure you use your headphones. It won’t work properly without it. This other one is for your mother.”  I heard Rachel’s “oohhh! Thank you!” as the appropriate package was handed over and then it was like everything happened in reverse. The door shut and the automatic door opener rushed back into her room at light speed. As if nothing had ever happened. I twisted, looking over my shoulder to see Julie come into the living room.

“Morning, princess!” Julie said sweetly, running her fingers along my shoulders before coming around the sofa. “How are you this morning?”

I paused and took a moment to study the young woman standing before me. She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jean shorts that showed off her very long, abnormally thin legs, along with a pair of flip flops that admittedly did her dainty feet justice. She wore a polo shirt that did little to conceal her small bosom, but it did look cute on her. Her chocolate colored hair, which was more a shade of dark cocoa than milk, curled around her face and she looked down on me with a smile that was so heartfelt and real that I felt a warm tingle go all the way through me. It’s hard not to be looked at like that and not feel loved.

Or wanted.

I gave her an answering grin. “Good I suppose. Though admittedly I’m a little desperate,” I warned her with a smirk and a wink. She nodded in appreciation and sat down on the loveseat to my right.

“Tough day yesterday?” She asked, crossing her legs and laying her arms out along the back of the loveseat. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see the raised bumps of each nipple. She set a wrapped box down on the cushion next to her while I resisted the urge to go over and remind myself what she tasted like. She looked so scrumptious.

Instead I shrugged. “Not so much. Ben wa balls aren’t that difficult to deal with,” I replied. “And it certainly wasn’t worth the punishment you subscribed.” That last bit came out a little snarky and Julie grinned, shrugging her shoulders.

“Sounds like it worked exactly as intended. You spent the day with two little balls rolling around in the soft, wet pussy of yours, pushing you to cum, and instead of giving in, you held off and decided to make today even worse. I love it!” Her eyes flashed brightly. “Are you ready?” She asked, grabbing the box and leaning forward, her face eager.

I looked up from my little cocoon of blankets and pillows and glanced with trepidation at her wrapped gift. “What? Don’t I get a last meal or something?” I asked playfully as she leaned forward.

“You mean a final opportunity to cum before I lock you into the belt?” She retorted, then shook her head. “Sorry. No. That’s not how this works.” She stood up and gestured me to get up, leaving the box there on the loveseat. Letting me stew. “If you’re cooperative, I might give you an immediate opportunity to buy stimulation though.”

I frowned. “You can’t seriously mean to lock me into the chastity belt for a week.” It came out like a statement, but the underlying question was certainly there.

Julie shrugged. “I’m not the one who pissed off Kari.”

My mouth opened wide. “I didn’t piss off Kari! She made unreasonable demands of me!” I protested, standing up. The blankets fell off me and revealed the tee shirt and gym shorts I was wearing. I put my bare feet down on the floor and took a step toward her, the crimson color of my hair matching my nails. “I don’t think this is very fair.”

Julie studied me for a moment then closed the distance between us. She brought her hands up, placed her palms on my shoulders, and then slowly slid her hands down my front until she was touching my breasts.

“No bra,” she murmured softly, making a soft circling motion. I let out a tiny groan as my nipples hardened instantly. Her palms felt amazing, even with the cotton shirt between her hands and my breasts. Then suddenly she wrapped her arms around me, her mouth falling on mine as she slid her hands up under my shirt, along my spine. I couldn’t help it. I kissed her back, loving the wave of sweet bliss that seemed to pour over me.

Julie didn’t just kiss me. Her hand went up my back and then down again, pushing through the waistband of my shorts, dipping beneath my panties, cupping and squeezing my bottom. Her fingers left me tingling as she kneaded my flesh even as her other hand slid under my left arm. Her nails traced little lines of pleasure up along my belly, finding the tip of my breast and tweaking the nipple, just enough to leave me gasping.

“Now,” she whispered in my ear, her lips lingering along my jaw. “We are going to go into your bedroom.” Her knee came up, pressing hard between my legs and I took a step to the side, opening my thighs as she ground her leg into my pussy.

“And you are going to take off all your clothes for me. And no more of this objecting shit. You’ll accept everything. Do you understand?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes mistress!” I whispered back, not wanting to attract Rachel’s attention, regardless of headphone games. Julie gave my nipple another pinch and let go of my bottom, stepping back as she extracted her arms from my clothing. I stood there swaying as she turned and grabbed the package, then swung around the loveseat and headed down the hall toward my bedroom.

I took a deep breath, feeling just a touch light headed. I realized I was trembling, though whether from anticipation or fear I wasn’t sure. One thing I did know was that I was soaked, my pussy so wet that I could have been mistaken for a swamp, my damp petals pressed against the moist cotton of my panties. As Julie disappeared I summoned the courage to follow her. I kicked my blankets aside and hurried after. I went all the way back to my room and shut the door behind me. Julie stood in the far corner, waiting.

“Now come here,” she said, pointing at the spot in front of her. I moved around my bed and did as I was told. “Take off your clothes. All of them,” she ordered.

I hesitated for only a moment. “Julie, just remember that…” I began as I pulled off my shirt.

“I’m fully aware of our unintentional audience,” she interrupted. “Why did you think I brought the new game for her DS?” Julie asked, referring to Rachel’s present. “Now, put your hands behind your head and stay quiet.”

I blinked as I tossed the shirt aside. “Stay quiet? What do you mean?” I asked as I interlaced my fingers behind my head and gave her a confused look.

Julie answered with kinetic movement, rather than a verbal reply. Her right hand lashed out, caught my left breast in a vicious, painful slap, and then continued on so that both my boobs swung heavily to my right side, stinging as the spank radiated through my chest.

“Aaahhh,” I yelped, clenching my teeth to keep from making a louder noise.

“That’s what I mean,” Julie said quietly in response. Then, without waiting for me to be ready, she slapped my breasts again, this time coming from the other side.

The groan that did escape my lips was small enough that neither I nor Julie worried about someone else hearing it and I stood there, eyes closed, trembling as the pain shot through both tits.

“Your shorts and panties. Lose them,” Julie said next. I let go of the back of my neck and immediately jammed my thumbs into the waistband, pushing the material down. As I did, Julie went digging in her short’s pocket. We both came up at the same time, me buck naked, standing in a puddle of my own clothing, her with a pair of silver alligator clamps. Our eyes met and I glanced down, my mouth opening in surprise, but she was already leaning forward. Pushed behind the piercing, I felt the teeth lock down on my right tit, biting deep. Then Julie did the other side, leaving me panting in pain. Her hand came up between my legs and she didn’t waste any time. Her fingers, two of them, pushed into me and she pulled upward, cupping my sex, throwing me backward onto the bed. I cried out in surprise, but she fell on top of me, her hand between my legs, her mouth on mine. I shuddered as she thrust her fingers hard into my pussy, but it was a pleasure I needed. Sweet bliss went up, found my burning nipples, and took that pain as well, eating it and making it something greater than the parts. My hips surged upward and I the weight of her pushed on me until I wanted… everything.

Julie lifted herself up and pulled her hand from between my legs. “Spread yourself wide,” she whispered. I opened up immediately, hurriedly, as if my very life depended on it. I felt the rippling stretch in each thigh, the cool exposure of my wet petals, and I tried to spread myself outward even more, lifting my hands above my head. I tilted my head back, wanting every part of me to be available. At that moment, it didn’t matter what Julie Uterro wanted to do to me. I needed it. Wanted it. Begged for it. If she pulled out a leather sap, intending to spank my pussy until I came, I was totally ready for it. Instead she opened the package. I heard paper tearing as she loomed above me.

“This is a new chastity belt,” Julie explained, her voice tempered and even, as if the power and rush of our kiss had never existed. I opened my eyes to see her pulling out a padded metal… thing. It looked like panties. Uncomfortable, rigid panties. She held it up. “What do you think, princess? Going to enjoy this one?”

I stared at the chastity belt, blinking. To be honest, I hadn’t expected either Julie or Kari to buy me a new chastity belt. My old one, a leather contraption with diabolical design, was the kind of thing that I’d been expecting. It had sported a vaginal vibrator, and vibrating anal plug, and worst of all; a small rubber coated bump that was positioned right above my clit. I half expected all of this but the new chastity belt wasn’t quite as impressive. The padded steel harness sported two shiny metal phallic probes, formed by graduated spheres. They looked like dildos made of steel bubbles. One was sticking straight up and looked uncomfortable. The other was tilted at an angle and didn’t look much better. The tips almost met and I could just imagine what being stuffed with them would feel like.

“Now,” Julie continued, setting the belt aside and putting her hand right on my pussy, her fingers closing on each side of my clitoris and squeezing the little nub between her knuckles. I gasped and shuddered, waves of pleasure blasting through me. “Let me explain how this is going to work,” she said. “The anal plug is removable, so you will not need to have us here to use the restroom. You can also pee through the front of the belt. So don’t expect us to be here in the evenings, unless we want to be. I might come by to torture you this week. Or someone else.”

I nodded but I wasn’t paying attention, not really. Julie’s fingers were teasing me, working back and forth, sending me rapidly up the mountain toward the cliffs of orgasm. All I could do was whimper and hold on for the ride. My nipples throbbed from the bite of the clamps.

“Once I lock you in the belt, you will only be released once per day, in the morning, by either Kari or myself. Both of us expect the denial to drive you mad. So we have come up with a pricing list of torments you can have inflicted upon you, or may inflict yourself, to buy short bursts of stimulation.”  Her fingers tweaked my clit and my back arched as I brought a knuckle to my teeth and began gnawing on it, just to keep quiet. “The only other rule is that you may not purchase two stimulations without an hour wait between them.”

She pulled her hand away from between my legs, leaving me only a few feet from the orgasmic edge. “Now I’ve got two different lubricants,” she said, pulling out two small bottles. Both I recognized. One was On4Her, a sort of Stinging O equivalent that would chill then burn me while the other was simple KY Warming Jelly. I stared at her in shock as she set the bottles down.

“So here is how this is going to work. You have an initial option,” she explained, pulling a leather sap out of the back pocket of her shorts. “You can take twenty strokes of this to your clit,” she laid the sap on my clit, letting the leather rest there, soaking up my juices. “Or you can chicken out and have me coat the dildo with the On4Her.”

My mind reeled. I hate decisions like this. My hips thrust up wantonly and I knew that Julie was well aware of my arousal. Was there a chance I’d cum from the strokes of her sap? Yes. What if Rachel heard what was going on? Not likely. She was no doubt playing the new game, her ears stuffed with the headphones. Could I cum? I didn’t know. God… my tits hurt! Then my mouth moved without checking with my brain.

“If you let me cum, you can do both,” I pleaded, giving her my doe-eyed look, my expression oozing with eagerness. Julie’s eyes widened and her grin spread until she looked positively devilish.

“Oh, you sweet, wicked, wonderful girl,” she whispered, tapping my pussy with the sap. There was no pain, just the pressure, the staccato beat emphasizing what she was saying. “How many strokes do you think it would take to get you cum?” She asked, her other hand coming up to my breast and twisting the nipple. I groaned, thrusting my hips upward, trying to fuck the little leather paddle.

“I don’t know!” I gasped. “Let’s find out!”

Julie let out a little hum of pleasure and then snapped her wrist.

The impact was sudden and full and the sting that radiated out from my clitoris felt like I’d just pressed my little nub to a belt sander, ripping the first two or three layers of skin right off. I gasped, my bottom coming up off the mattress and Julie gave my left nipple another twisting pinch before giving me another solid whack. I mewled, my breasts rising and falling as the waves of discomfort merely heightened every sexual urge in my body.

“What a naughty little girl,” purred my mistress, hitting my pussy again with the sap. “Suggesting such a wicked, evil thing.” Her hand let go off my left nipple and snagged the padlock on my right, giving it a vicious twist. “And to think she’d make such a bargain,” Julie shook her head, then snapped the leather paddle hard into the soft, pink target between my legs. I gritted my teeth, crooning as I thrust my hips upward, desperate for her to hit me more. I needed it. Fast and hard and hot.

“Please! Please Julie!” I begged, whimpering as my chest heaved. She let go of the padlock and both her hands went between my legs, one clutching the sap, the other bare as she ran her fingers through my dripping hot petals. She opened me up even further, spreading my labia and making a target of my nub.

“Look at that little clitty, all swollen and red. It’s like you need me hurt that little part of you. Isn’t that true?” She asked in this sing songy voice. The sap smacked down hard and I yelped before my legs started to close. It was completely involuntary, my body reacting to the stimulus with a protective gesture. I opened back up and she let me have another shot that left my entire pussy prickling with heat.

“It’s like the question with the tootsie roll pop though, isn’t it?” Julie asked, giving me another breathtaking slap, right on the clit. “How many strokes of the sap does it take to make Breanne cum?” I wanted to say “four. Just four more!” But didn’t dare. I trembled with need. I was so close! Almost right there. Just another three or four strokes!

Julie leaned over and to my absolute utter delight, ran her tongue up from my bottom, across my perineum, through my petals, and then sucked my clit into her mouth. I went crazy. Flashes of light blinded me. I lifted my ass off the bed, pushing it up into her mouth. I knew what was coming. She was about to slam the sap into me. Hard. She’d suck on my clit, and when she let me go she’d do it. She’d push her thumb into me and hit me so hard I’d scream! I put my hand to my mouth, a knuckle between my teeth, preparing the only way I could. I could feel it. The orgasm. It was going to be huge. Tension shot through me, making me rigid and stiff, my toes curling as I pushed upward. My thighs rippled, the skin taut and firm. I could feel the leather against my sopping wet slit, soaking up my juices and I knew the next few strokes would knock me over the edge.

I didn’t realize that I’d closed my eyes in expectation of the last, orgasm granting blow until I didn’t feel the pressure of the sap. Oh, the paddle was still there, between my legs, resting on my pussy. But Julie wasn’t holding it. I looked up at her. Her back was turned toward me and she was fiddling with something. I blinked.

“Julie?” I whined. You have to understand, I was there. On the EDGE. You could have given me a dildo made of frozen sulfuric acid and I’d have probably given it some serious consideration.

She turned and I could have sworn there were red glimmers of light in her eyes. There was a flash of steel and then she bent down and pushed the steel bubble dildo into my pussy. I cried out, partly because it wasn’t what I was expecting, but also because the penetration was hard and cold.

“Now roll over,” Julie ordered, grabbing my leg and forcibly turning me. The bubble dildo jerked inside me and my pussy tried to throttle it, using it as a lever to push myself over the edge. But then Julie pulled up on the belt and the second bubble dildo, lubed in the exact same manner, was forced into my ass. I was totally unprepared. Pain exploded in my bottom just as I began to realize that my offer had been rejected. She’d coated both probes with the On4Her lube. My pussy and ass were burning.

“I can’t believe that you’d make me such an offer, knowing that I could sap you, and then stuff your cunt and ass with those dildos covered in that stuff anyway.” She yanked hard on the back of the chastity belt, making sure both dildos were seated all the way in and then she buckled it all together at the two little dimples to either side of the small of my back. I cried out as the reality of it all hit me. There was going to be no explosion. No orgasm. This was it. Wanton despair and acute sexual discomfort.

“Julie!” I sobbed angrily. “Oh fuck!”

She slapped me hard on the ass. Hard enough to leave a small hand shaped red mark. The chemical burn made me pump my hips and the steel ball dildoes moved through my pussy and ass, smearing the irritant into every little nook and cranny it could find. I let out a groan. I wasn’t going to cum, but I knew I’d spend the next twenty minutes pumping my cute little ass like a girl trying to hump a hot curling iron.

Then the belt was secure. I was locked in. I twisted on the bed, my hips unable to keep still, but no longer pumping for pleasure. I was on fire. I rolled over, my fingers struggling to find an opening, a way to pull the belt off. My pussy was being roasted and I could feel myself puckering around the two fucking steel bubble dildoes. I was so preoccupied that I totally missed Julie unsnapping her shorts, or pushing them down. I didn’t even see her until she climbed up onto the bed, swinging her leg over me. Her thighs slid across and over my breasts, pressing them down and then Julie pressed herself to my face, rubbing her own dripping pussy over my chin, lips, and nose.

For a moment, I wanted to throw her off, smear On4Her on her clit, and then grab the leather sap, beating her smarmy, evil little pussy into strawberry jam. But instead I opened my mouth and began licking her, feeling her squirm and twist, hearing her gasp and moan as my tongue darted along her thin petals. I found her clit, hard and extended and I nipped it, striking it with my tongue. She wasn’t at the right angle for me to bite her, but God I wanted to. And through it all my pussy burned…

When Julie came she pushed off me and collapsed onto the bedspread next to me. We lay there, two girls, one wearing just a tee shirt, the other locked into a steel chastity belt. It took us the better part of ten minutes for both of us to catch our breath.

“You,” I finally said. “Are a fucking bitch.”

Julie let out a peal of laughter and put her hand on my thigh. Her nails danced and she nodded. “I know.”

For a moment we just stayed like that, her fingers swirling around on my skin. My pussy kept contracting hard around the bubble dildo and my bottom was doing something similar, though it was a more chemically induced response than any symptom of arousal. The On4Her had done exactly what Julie had intended it for: stopped my orgasm cold and brought me back down to a simmer, just a degree or two below boiling. My day was going to be absolutely miserable and frustrating if I didn’t get to cum.

I took a deep breath. “So,” I said, rolling over to look at her. I put my hand on her breast and teased her nipple through the soft cotton. “What does a girl have to do in order to get an orgasm?”

Julie blinked and gave me a confused look. “What?” She asked, her nipple hardening under my nail. I scratched at the rising point with sexual insistence.

“What’s an orgasms going to cost me?” I asked, punctuating my question with more flickers of my nail.

Julie moaned but shook her head at the same time. “Can’t. Nothing.”

“Nothing?” I asked suspiciously.

Julie grabbed my hand, keeping me from tweaking her nipple. She’d seemed to know it was coming. She looked up. “You won’t be allowed to cum. Especially today. Maybe tomorrow, if you’re lucky. But even then, the cost is going to be astronomical.”

I rolled my eyes. “So? What’s the cost?”

Julie sat up. “Today?” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Breanne. There isn’t one. Tomorrow, when you get to work, Kari will have something for you. But today… today you suffer.”

I pushed myself up from the bed with a frustrated snarl. I stalked over to the closet and opened the door. There was a mirror on the back and I looked into it, studying the silver monstrosity that I was now securely jammed between my legs.

“Yeah. Fucking great. And how the hell am I to take a shit?” I demanded harshly.

With a sigh Julie sat up. She came over to me, grabbed my hand and pulled it roughly back and down. I felt the bottom of the belt and a little knob. “Twist here and pull,” she said.

I did and the bottom of the bubble anal plug came free of the belt. I began pulling and the largest sphere came out before Julie stopped me. “Now, now. This is part of the torment. Keep it in unless Kari or I tell you to take it out, or if you need to take a shit.”  She pushed the bulb back in and I groaned.

“This is wrong, you know,” I whined as she secured the anal dildo back in place.

Julie shrugged. “So what? Your purpose is to be sexually abused for our pleasure. So… we’re abusing you. Bitch too much about it and I’ll torture you next week the same way. “

I bit my lip. All sorts of sensations were running through me. The bubble dildoes kept my mind on my sex and bottom and the tightness of the belt meant that there would never be enough stimulation to get me back to orgasm. I’d have to wait them out. Slowly the burning was beginning to ebb though, and that helped. I looked over at Julie and then I pushed her back toward the bed.

“Hey! What?” She exclaimed as I put my hands on her shoulders. She tumbled backward and landed on the mattress. “Bre? Breanne. What are you doing?” She demanded.

I swung a leg up over her body, pinning her down. I brought my face close to hers, our breaths mingling. “Well,” I said softly, kissing her jaw. “If I can’t cum, then I’m going to tease you right to the edge.”

She laughed. “And deny me? You know that won’t work right? I won’t give in.”

I shook my head as I slid down her body. I tugged her shirt up, revealing her cute little breasts. “Denial?” I shook my head as my tongue swirled around one nipple, then went to the other one. “Hardly.”  I traced a wet line down, into her navel, then even further down until I found the same sweet spot I’d sucked on before. Julie gasped, her legs jerking as I did something twice as intense to that little spot.

I shook my head, her clit still between my teeth and then I let go. “Fuck no. I’m going to make you cum and cum and cum until you’re too sore to deny me.” Then I dove back in.

Julie gasped, her hand coming down on my head. “Dear God!” She whispered, her face a confusing mask of utter bliss and mental confusion. “What the hell are you doing to me?” She groaned again. “Oh! Ohhhhh my God!” Her hips bucked and then she let out a tiny hysterical laugh. “A battle of spirits… oh yes… make me cum!”

And I did.

Multiple times.

"Cost" is an ongoing tale written almost in real time. Stay tuned for more of Breanne's adventures. Of course if you can't wait that long, head over to and buy all of Breanne's books