It took Julie about twenty minutes to reply and in the meanwhile I decided that eating was probably a good idea. It was slightly early for dinner, but I didn’t mind. I felt amazing. One orgasm, the cat toys, and the still tingly sensitivity of my sex made for some pretty good sensations. So even sitting at a table while the three guys in the booth across from me watched with flushed faces as they kept catching glimpses of my bare slit under the skirt was just amusing. The only thing that made dinner a bit more stressful was the way my phone chirped halfway through.
“Breanne, go to a building supply store. Edge yourself in the parking lot. Naked except for your bondage collar. Then get dressed again, go inside and purchase two mouse traps and a paint stir stick. Find someone to spank your breasts at least twenty times with the stick, then put the mouse traps on your nipples. Thank them with oral sex.”
The phrasing didn’t seem like Julie’s, which just reinforced my opinion that this whole thing had been concocted by someone else. I wasn’t sure who. Master Brandon was probably a good choice, since he liked to incorporate a decent amount of pain into everything he has me do, but both Master Phil and Master Shadow both could have come up with something this deviant. I took a deep breath, imagining me edging, naked, and that just made me wet. I quickly finished my dinner, blew a kiss to my audience, and then headed out the door.
Twenty minutes later I was in front of one of those giant home improvement stores, parked in a back corner. It was still light out, with about an hour or so left of sun, so I felt pretty confidant about the edge. It only took a moment of squirming for me to peel the denim skirt off and sit bare bottomed on the seat. Then I followed up with the halter top, my breasts free, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to anyone who might have driven close or walked up. Just to make the psychological impact great, I tossed all the clothing on the floor of the cab in the passenger seat. Now if someone came up I’d have a mad, wet, naked scramble to get covered.
It was that concern that fueled the edge. The idea of being discovered, of someone seeing me, of getting involved, was so much better than just my fingers could have been. It revved me in ways that are tough to describe. I wanted to cum and got terribly close, imagining someone driving up, seeing me, wanting me, the utter humiliation of my spread legs, my open sex, my exposure. I got so close that I thought I was going to cum and I sat there trembling for almost two or three minutes, still naked, carefully not touching my tight nipples or tingling clit. Then I got dressed again, two of the three cat toys rolling inside me. That didn’t help either.
Julie hadn’t told me to take much time inside the store so I was able to go straight to it. I got a huge plastic paint stick which I thought would make a fine paddle and then plucked a package of heavy duty strength mousetraps of a shelf. Rat traps actually. Then, properly equipped, I went back out into the parking lot and considered my options, all while holding that paint stick.
Getting whacked across the breasts is a very iffy thing. Especially like this. BDSM, especially the sadism/masochism part, requires a certain level of respect, understanding, and trust. Going up to random strangers, handing them a plastic paddle that could inflict actual harm, and asking them to beat you is not smart. Sure. I could have done that. I could have probably even maintained some control. Or not. So like a smart NHPS, I decided to play it safe. A quick phone call made things clear and I headed back into my part of town. I pulled up in front of the low bungalow house, climbed out of the truck, and took my mousetraps and paint stick with me.
Mike the Hardware Guy answered on the second knock. Tall and built like a Houston Texan linebacker, Mike is the perfect handyman. He even has a beard. He’s as broad as a Mac Truck and I suspect as strong as one. Creative, funny, and very sexy, Mike is the kind of guy whose shoulder is easy to cry on, his arms are easy to have wrapped around you, and his cock is perfect to ride. He gave me an easy grin and I smelled barbecue sauce on him.
“Am I interrupting dinner?” I asked apologetically as I stepped into the house. Mike’s place is a bit spartan. There is the prerequisite altar to the technology gods, with a massive flat panel screen television set and a stereo system that can blow out your eardrums, but all of the furniture is comfortable and old. There are no plants except a bowl full of cactus I gave him that sits in the kitchen and survives on the three or four times a month I come over to water. The art on the walls is all contemporary and there are two or three peculiar blank spots, where a small, eight by ten photographs had once hung. Mike is a widower and while he’s mostly over her, I know that some nights it can weigh heavily on him.
She was a beauty. The photographs are tucked away in a closet. I’ve seen them.
As I passed him he shrugged. “No. Not really. Besides, it looks like I get delivery for dessert.”
I paused and looked back at him, then handed him the paint stick. He accepted it with an inquisitive look, then studied it. “Am I to presume you want me to use this upon your person?” He asked.
I snorted. If he wanted to be all haughty… “You may presume so. Across my bosom kind sir. Twenty strokes.”
He looked pointedly at the mousetraps. Micetraps? Micetrap? Whatever. He looked at them with a half-raised eyebrow and I held them out. “Accessories, for afterward.”
“Ouch. What’s in it for me?”
I grinned. “Satisfaction?”
“I hope you mean sexual satisfaction, because while spanking your tits with this paint stick will be immensely satisfying, I’ll be honest and tell you that I’ll want more.”
I sighed, not that I minded. “I can offer you an insanely wet blowjob.”
He looked thoughtful. “That seems cheap compared to what you’re asking.”
I cringed. “Well I’m only allowed to offer that.”
He shrugged. “Explain to Julie your tormentor wanted more.”
“Like what?” I asked cautiously, considering my options. Going tangent to Julie’s plans generally ended up badly for me.
He paused and I could see the wheels turning. He didn’t want to screw up Julie’s orders either. “A cock massage, with oil and release, then the blowjob. Same ending.”
“Twice? Are you that horny?” It was my turn to be a little skeptical.
He laughed. “Are you that sexy?” Then he shrugged. “And I’ll do the spanks in stages between, to draw it out.”
Ooohhh. Okay. Sign me up.
It turned out he was actually done with dinner and ready to start dessert so I went and gathered the things I needed as he stripped down and then sat in the center of the large sofa. I have a box of supplies at Mike’s place so I found my oil, the flavored kind I like, and quickly stripped out my clothes leaving only the black leather collar around my throat. Then I hurried back to find my lover ready for me, already stroking his cock. He was semi-hard, almost rigid in fact, and I knelt down in front of him looking exactly like the little sexy submissive I happen to be.
I got out the oil, poured a healthy amount on the tip and watched it run down the sides of his shaft like the frosting on a sweet roll. Then I put both hands on him and with deliberate, agonizing slowness, pushed downward. Mike’s eyelids fluttered and I let out a laugh. Then I got started with the handjob.
“So what’s the assignment today?” Mike asked as my palms slid up and down his shaft, gently rubbing. I wasn’t working too hard, knowing that he was going to pick up the paint stick beside him when he was getting close to cumming. I relaxed into the massage and just concentrated on keeping him nice and firm, only slowly turning up the heat.
“It’s not technically an assignment,” I explained. “Julie’s been texting me these tasks. Lots of humiliation. A little pain. And I technically wasn’t supposed to cum.”
“Technically?” He asked, which I turned into a groan with a flutter of my fingers and topped with a twist.
I shrugged as his hips thrust upward. “Yep. I sort of accidentally had an orgasm when the last guy was hitting my clit with a crop.”
“Really,” Mike taunted. “How uncharacteristic of you.”
I gave him an exasperated sneer and focused on the edge of his tip, that really sensitive part for a moment until he let out a little groan and I went back to the slow, full-length strokes I know he favors. He moaned again and I saw his left hand move toward the stick. I immediately backed off but when he picked it up I knew it was too late.
“Present them, Bre.”
I arched my back and put my oily hands under each breast, cupping and supporting them. Mike smiled and leaned forward. Then without another word he aimed the paint stick at my right nipple and gave me a series of five, hard spanks.
I gasped and flinched, but by the time I moved back he was already done. Five strokes. Instantly there was this tingling sting, the same sensation I get when my razor does too good a job on my legs and takes just a bit of skin with it. Then the sting hit me, like a wasp had just landed on my nipple and stuck that needle into my flesh a half dozen times. Then, before the last sting had even landed, the first turned into heat, flashing through me like an alcohol fire, burning me up. I let out a sharp gasp and grit my teeth, sucking in air as the pain hit me.
“Now,” he said forcefully as I sucked air through my clenched teeth, “edge.”
I blinked. “Edge?” I said stupidly.
He nodded. “That’s right. Edge for me. Your hands are covered in oil so reach down between your legs, slip them inside that hot, cute little pussy of yours, and edge.”
I bit my lip. “I’m not supposed to cum,” I repeated. I put my hands back on his cock and began rubbing.
Mike’s eyelids fluttered and then he shrugged. “So? I’m not telling you to cum. I’m telling you to edge. One hand in your pussy, the other around my cock.” He laughed. “Tell you what. If you can make me cum before you have to back off, the rest of the spanking will be light and sweet, just the way you like it.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “What if I want it the dark way?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Then don’t rub me to orgasm. That simple. You’re talented enough to know what you’re doing.” Then he put the stick down and laid back. I immediately began rubbing him again, but this time only used one hand since my left was now rubbing my own slit. God I was wet. Mike was right about how horny I was. Within a minute both of us were straining; both of us trying to hold back. For a moment I thought about it; making him cum, but then I decided that it sort of defeated the purpose Julie intended. And I thought about giving in to my own baser needs too. Once more I held off, gasping and straining, desperate for that last inch. I sat back and Mike gave me a grin.
“Very nice. Present your breasts again.”
My chest heaved with excitement and expectation as my pussy tried to crush the cat toys still rolling around inside me. I cupped both breasts, the right one still smarting and warm from the last spanking. As I kind of expected, Mike went for the left side this time, repeating everything. Five quick strokes, each one aimed with a flick at my nipple. The skin turned red, the tip of my breast raised and hard. I gasped and whined and then at the end he gave me a grin, put the stick down, and nodded.
“Good. Now edge again.”
My eyes widened. “What?” I exclaimed. “Are you crazy? I’ll cum for sure!”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t if I were you. You’d get punished.”
Mike nodded. “But if you cum again the punishment will be worse than if you don’t cum again, correct?”
I nodded, my voice already catching in my throat. It had only been two minutes since my last edge. I hadn’t even backed away from the cliff yet and here he was, pushing me right back up to it. The physical was so amazing. I was so right there. Just twirling and skipping along the edge. A single breeze of anything even slightly erotic would knock me right off into oblivion.
“Of course, the interesting thing is that if you cum again right now, not only will you get punished by Julie, but you’ll get punished by me,” Mike said.
Boom. I fell.
The orgasm that rippled through me was a powerful one, probably thanks to the edging and paint stick boob spanking. Mike certainly liked it as I shuddered and moaned on my knees, one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock while the other churned, half buried between my spread thighs. We moved like that for a moment and then I looked up at him in dismay, realizing just a bit belatedly that I’d blown the sexual equivalent of a gasket.
“Nice,” he said, grinning. “Another few spanks I think. Present.”
I whimpered this time as I cupped my breasts, my fingers scented with the sweet tang of release. Julie had said twenty strokes. I’d already had ten. Just ten more. Mike picked up the paint stick, set it back over the right nipple, and wiggled it around enough to make the piercing and padlock that dangled from the tip of that breast to jiggle. He diddled around for a moment and I tried to think ahead, to my next chance to put my hands on him. It occurred to me that if I at least got him to pop he’d give me a little bit of a break. The paint stick came back, then snapped forward. I heard the click of the plastic striking the gold hoop and charm-sized padlock, then a sharp sting exploded along my right side. I gasped as Mike whacked my breast another four times, leaving a swath of red tinged flesh striping me across the nipple.
I folded, hurting, arms crossed over my bosom as if that would either protect me or make the pain easier to endure. It did neither. Mike immediately grabbed my arms, hauled me upward, flung me around in a circle, and pulled me down into his lap. I could feel his cock hard against my bottom and then he pinned my arms behind me, reached around with his left hand to hold my body, and with his right, began spanking my breasts with the pain stick.
I felt the tip of his shaft dip into my pussy and even slide in a full inch, but I was just a bit occupied at that particular moment. My primary concern wasn’t the cat toys either. It was the blistering heat he was searing me with. The paint stick struck hard and sharp along my bosom, a flash point of heat and searing need. He pulled me backward as my body began to jerk, involuntarily responding to the beating my boobs were getting.
I cried out, yelling as my bosom burned and the paint stick just fell over and over. He didn’t stick to one side either. Not like before. He did both. I couldn’t get my hands free to cover my breasts and my chest exploded with heat. He suddenly spread his legs and wrapped his ankles around mine, pulling me open and spread. I could feel him thrusting, trying to get his cock into my stuffed pussy. I was strained to the breaking point, crying out with each impact of the stick and then he just brought it down between my legs. The first stroke hit my clit square and each proceeding one made it even more difficult to endure. I felt his cock jam upward and Mike grunted with frustration, threw the damn stick away, manhandled me around until I was facing him and then shoved me to the floor. My head literally bounced off his cock and his fingers grabbed hold of me and practically shoved me back down on his throbbing shaft. I opened wide and took him, hoping he’d let go and he did. That gave me the space and freedom I needed and ten seconds later he was thrusting and groaning and letting me give him what he really needed.
I downed my third shot of cum that day, swallowing quickly and firmly, using my throat and lips to massage his cock. I didn’t stop either. I kept going until he was so limp and relaxed that I thought maybe he’d fallen asleep. And even then I put a hand to his scrotum, lightly caressing him until I finally felt that same little twinge of renewed strength. In poker terms I was just giving him a dollar. Never leave a man broke. Right?
“You okay?” He asked me a few minutes later. I looked down. I was going to have some magnificent bruises on my breasts, the kind that would certainly impress Julie. They still hurt too. My clit was swollen, but undamaged, just very, very sensitive.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I guess.” I climbed to my feet and he grabbed my hand, holding me there. I looked down at him curiously.
“Thank you,” he said honestly. “That was wonderful.”
“You were supposed to cum twice,” I said, shaking my head. He laughed.
“Or one massive orgasm,” he explained. “I’m getting old, Bre. I’m not sure I can keep up with you in quantity, but I can sure as hell do quality.”
I couldn’t help smiling as I leaned over and kissed him. He gave me a satisfied hum, then pulled back. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked.
I blinked. Then groaned...
“Go to a landscaping nursery. Edge yourself in the parking lot. Go inside and find someone to put the dangling vibrator clamp on your clit and turn it to low. Thank them with anal sex. Then walk around vibrating for thirty minutes.”
I sat in the car, my breathing labored, my fingers wet, both nipples throbbing. My skirt was up around my waist and my legs were spread, but in the gathering darkness that really didn’t matter. Even the mousetraps I had hanging off my breasts, covered with the cotton front of my halter top weren’t that noticeable, though I suppose up close they might have been an issue since the bottom third of each trap peeked out from the cut off bottom of the halter top. Mike hadn’t been too cruel putting them on. He could have set them and let them snap close. Instead he just pulled back against the spring and let the trap bar down gently so that the painful pressure came on sorta gradually.
I was so close to cumming though. That’s the problem with edging. The nursery itself was about five minutes away from closing and since I was in desperate straits I climbed out of the truck, smoothing my skirt down quickly as I wrapped one arm around my bosom and hurried in. I didn’t bother with the main building, or the green house, and instead made my way to the rows of outside plants. The hot sticky heat of Houston’s summer was thick around me as I wandered. I knew exactly what I was looking for and I found it just a minute later, doing some last minute watering at the back.
“Hi,” I said, coming up behind the guy, one arm firmly wrapped across my breasts to hide the mousetraps. He jumped, clearly startled, and he turned and looked at me in shock. He was tall, with dark shaggy hair and enough hair on his face to call him bearded. Sort of. It was kind of scraggly. His dark blue shirt matched his pants and there was a name tag clipped to the front: Jeremy.
“Uh. Hi. Can I help you?”.
I gave him a smile, trying not to let the throbbing agony of my mousetrapped nipples show through. “You have no idea. I’m looking for something special.”
He grinned. “Well, you came to the right place, but we are about to close soon. What are you looking for?”
I shrugged a little, then pulled my right hand out of my purse. For two weeks Julie had ordered me to keep something special with me at all times: specifically my jumbo alligator clamp. The problem was that she had attached something to it; a dangling vibrator. She’d pulled it off another clamp and done this frankenstein thing to it so that now if I turned it on it would vibrate right up into the monstrous steel jaws of the worst and most painful clamp I owned. It was this little horrible thing that I pulled out and showed to Jeremy.
“I need someone to put this on my clit,” I said simply. “And in exchange you can fuck me up the ass.”
Jeremy’s jaw came unhinged. I took the opportunity to let my left arm fall so he could see the mousetraps under the shirt. His eyes locked onto the familiar shapes, his brain clearly figuring out where they were attached and he suddenly glanced around crazily. It took him only about five seconds to pull it together, then he suddenly put down the hose, stepped forward, and tugged me into the back of the lot.
We moved fast, which startled me, and I expected him to start immediately, but instead he looked around furtively and then sat me down on this iron bench. “Wait here,” he insisted, then disappeared back down the rows. I sighed, spread my legs, and began edging again. It was a way to pass the time. I let out a little whimper and felt the wetness spread.
It was almost a full fifteen minutes before Jeremy came back. Over half the lights had shut off a minute before, leaving me faintly worried that I was locked in, contemplating a mad scramble over a chain link fence to get out. I was thinking of going to find a ladder when Jeremy reappeared with a grin on his face.
“We’ve got the place to ourselves,” he said happily. I nodded, pulling my wet fingers out from between my legs.
Jeremy wasted no time and eagerly accepted the alligator clamp when I held it up. I climbed up onto the iron bench, perched delicately for a moment, one foot arched in my flip flop, and then pulled my shirt up and off my head. His eyes widened we he saw the mousetraps, but then I slid the skirt down and pointed to the right spot. He pinched open the toothed monstrosity, placed it over the correct point, and then let it close.
Pain shot through me and I cried out, crumpling down into his arms. He held me for a moment and then I felt his hand go to my thighs, worming its way between them. His fingers found the vibrator and he switched it on and the pain I was feeling suddenly changed in timbre and pitch. Now it just wasn’t painful. It was arousing. Terribly, horribly, awfully arousing and I was already at a fever pitch. Our mouths suddenly met in a wet kiss and then he was pushing me down, onto my knees in the dirt, one hand already flicking a mousetrap as his other began unbuckling his pants. His cock came out and I eagerly swallowed it, sucking and licking him. I worked fast, knowing that another orgasm could easily come at any moment thanks to the sensations between my legs and my nipples. We jerked back and forth, his hips thrusting forward even as I bobbed my head.
“Please! Please fuck my ass!” I begged him a moment later. Jeremy’s face was all scrunched up and he nodded.
“Yes,” he growled. I stood up, one arm wiping at my mouth. He looked around, didn’t seem pleased, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me away, deeper into the maze of plants. I felt a few blades of pampas grass tear at my side as we half-ran and then a concrete bird bath stood in front of us. It was only a few feet tall and he pushed me forward and bent me over the empty basin. The mousetraps dangled beneath me, swinging violently and gravity’s pull just made them hurt more.
“Oh God yes,” he exclaimed. Then I felt the pressure of his cock against my ass. The cat balls rolled inside my pussy. My clit tingled from the vibrations and it throbbed from the pressure of the toothed clamp. Then Jeremy thrust himself deep, sending a sharp pain through my ass as seven inches of thick, hard, cock buried itself in my bottom.
Slowly I limped up the stairs to Julie’s apartment door. I was a mess. I was dirty in places I didn’t want to think about, scratched all along my right side, cut into slivers by an ill-timed brush with… brush, and hurting in ways that I didn’t want to think about. My halter top covered the mousetraps still dangling from my nipples, my collar was still tight around my throat, my pussy was still stuffed with cat toys, and my clitoris was still being chewed on by the jumbo alligator clamp. The only thing I’d been spared was the vibrations. I’d been allowed to turn them off.
I’d texted Julie when I was done and she’d only asked a single question. “Did you cum at all today?”
I had to be honest so I wrote “twice,” which was the absolute truth. Once with the crop and once at Mike’s place. I waited in the truck, twitching. Finally she texted me back.
“If you had managed to hold off, your instructions would have been to head home, put the most painful clamps you own on your nipples and clit, and masturbate to orgasm five times in an hour.”
I literally stopped breathing. If that was the reward for being good, what the hell was she planning for me being bad? I shifted painfully in the seat. I waited.
“But since you couldn’t hold off like you were told to, come to my place.”
I knocked on her door, tired, hurt, aroused, and wanting. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cry or scream or beg. She opened the door dressed in a black negligee that left nothing to the imagination and she pulled me in with a soft, warm smile. I let her. I needed that. She wrapped her arms around me, ignoring the dirt, the ragged appearance, my tension, all of it, and held me.
“Am I going to be punished?” I whispered a moment later as she rocked me back and forth.
“Not tonight dearheart. Today was the punishment,” she whispered. I let out a gasp of relief and shuddered against her. She stroked my hair. “But tomorrow? Tomorrow there might just be a punishment.”
I swallowed and looked up at her again. “When? What?” I asked, half in dread, half in desire. She laughed, then kissed me lightly. When her mouth came up again she spoke in sweet words.
“I’ll text you.”
Leave the toy of the day in until after lunch, then remove it and do not put anything back in. Change into a tight, thin midriff bearing tank top or camisole, a low rider mini skirt, comfortable heels and your slave collar.At no time are you allowed to cum during this assignment.Objective 1) Drive to a pet store. Once you’ve parked, edge yourself. Go inside and walk around for at least thirty minutes then purchase three of the balls with the bells in them from the cat toy section. Find someone to put all three in your pussy. Thank them with oral sex.Objective 2) Go to a horse supply store that you haven’t been to before. Edge yourself in the parking lot. Go inside and walk around for at least thirty minutes. Find one of the sales associates and tell them you’re interested in purchasing a riding crop but you need to test it first. Ask them to spank your sex at least twenty five times with the crop. If it doesn’t sting, it doesn’t count. Thank them for assisting you with oral sex.Objective 3) Go to a building supply store such as Lowe’s or Home Depot. Edge yourself in the parking lot. Go inside and purchase two mouse traps and a paint stir stick. Find someone to spank your breasts at least twenty five times with the stick, then put the mouse traps on your nipples. Thank them with oral sex.Objective 4) Go to a landscaping nursery. Edge yourself in the parking lot. Go inside and walk around for at least thirty minutes then find someone to put the dangling vibrator clamp on your clit and turn it to low. Thank them with anal sex.If you have been able to refrain from climaxing, go home, strip naked and remove the mouse traps, balls and clamps. Put on your most vicious nipple clamps and make yourself climax at least five times in the next hour with your most powerful vibrator.If you have not been able to refrain from climaxing, or you cannot manage five orgasms in an hour, go immediately to Julie’s for you punishment.When ever you are in a store, bend over as much as possible and flash as many people as possible. If anyone asks you any questions about your attire or what you are doing, tell them how much of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut you are and describe your assignment in as much detail as possible.I hope you have fun with this assignmentMaster Phil