Independence Day Assignment Selection! What do YOU want Breanne to do?

July Fourth seems to be a pretty important holiday in the minds of some of my fans. I received no less than seven different assignment suggestions from various individuals that ran the gauntlet from ludicrous to amazing. As much as I appreciate the enthusiastic emails, I have to tell jmlmstr56 that I will NOT be inserting lit firecrackers into my pussy, nor am I willing to fuck a lit bottle rocket. I want to actually survive July 4th intact, nor necessitate a visit to the ER where I would have to explain what I was doing. No thank you.

One of my readers, David64, has suggested another rope walk in the barn. While I would certainly be willing to do this, I’ve already done it twice and writing a third description of me getting sawed in half by rough rope while orgasming my way down its length is not the sort of thing that most people want to read again. David, if you want to read about me walking the rope, just click HERE or HERE. I don’t think we need to revisit that assignment a third time. At least not for a while.

Mistress Sara suggested that I paint my breasts so that it looked like I was wearing a flag patterned breast band. Add some bikini bottoms, flip flops, vibro balls set on medium, and hand out sparklers at one of our local fireworks displays. This certainly has some possibilities. But I’m kind of concerned about kids being present.

I admit, I did like Master Mark’s idea of stripping naked except for a pair of extra high heels, wrapping myself in an American flag, and then standing on the side of the road, waving it like mad whenever cars weren’t close, and quickly wrapping it around myself when they drove past. He also suggested nipple clamps and my anal plug. It has the elegance of being simple yet diabolically and orgasmically stimulating.

Master Brandon has also offered up a possible assignment to celebrate July 4th. He suggests that I make an effort to orgasm thirteen times on July 4th, each time starting off with a different sex toy liberally coated with Icy Hot. This is supposedly to remind me of the pain the colonists endured during their fight for freedom. I am also to find a willing compatriot who will use a leather belt or sap to give my pussy fifty strokes to symbolize the states of the union.

Master Barrett recommended his own 13 Gun Salute. Master Barrett wants me to find thirteen different guys and let them cum on me. He didn’t really explain how I was to arrange this, so I’m guessing it will involve promised blowjobs, lots of me nudity, and probably some sex too. I’m allowed to redress after each guy cums on me, but I’m not allowed to clean up until after “all thirteen guns” have fired. This sounds more like a Japanese holiday. Can anyone say bukkake?

Master Stone also provided me with a suggested assignment, after torturing me mercilessly. After enduring two hours of vibroballs at levels ranging from low to medium, rubber band clamps, and a butt plug coated with IcyHot, I was able to cum twice. Oh yeah, and he gave me a prospective assignment for you to vote on. Master Stone has suggested that I take a pack of hot dogs – frozen hot dogs no less, and see how many I can stuff into my body. And when I say body, let me assure you that Master Stone was very clear that this meant every orifice large enough to take a hot dog.


So there you have it, seven suggestions, though number one and number two are really off the table. Thanks to everyone who emailed me and I’d love to hear your opinion on what to do this Saturday to celebrate Independence Day! Leave a comment below or vote on the poll in the sidebar!

Happy Independence Day!

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Assignment 06-29-10

Next Assignment: (Assigned by Master Mark) Bre, please dress in a short flared skirt and halter top, no panties or bra. You will put the following items in a small bag: the small narrow vibrator, your vibroballs, your new butterfly clitoral stimulator, a pair of nipple clamps, and a pair of panties. You will then drive to any fast food restaurant of your choice. Once your vehicle is parked, you will then attach the nipple clamps, followed by inserting the vibroballs into your pussy. You will then slip on the clitoral stimulator. Lastly, you will insert the narrow vibrator into your rear end. You will then turn every toy on to its lowest setting. Put on your panties, go into the restaurant, order something, and go to a table. You will remain at the table until you orgasm at least once. If you do not orgasm within the first fifteen minutes at the table, you will need to turn one toy up to full intensity. If you still haven't cum after ANOTHER fifteen minutes, you will turn on a second toy to full intensity.

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Assignment 06-23-10

Assignment: (Assigned by Master Mark) Breanne, you are to take your ben wa balls, your duck billed nipple clamps, high heels, and duster to your stripping spot one evening this week. You will strip at the front of your vehicle, and then put on the high heels, insert the ben wa balls, and then attach the clamps, followed by putting on your duster. You will then drive to a mega adult video and novelty store. Upon entering, you will approach the clerk. If it is a woman, you will leave and go to a different store. If it is a man, you will politely ask if you can browse naked. If the answer is no, find another store and repeat. If the answer is yes, then remove your duster and hand it to the clerk. You will then walk every aisle and look at every item on the shelves, including videos and magazines. You will then browse the sex toys. Purchase one new sex toy for your use. No matter what the toy is, you must use it immediately after you get back in your vehicle.


Ah...public humiliation. After the last couple of assignments, it's kind of nice to have something that won't either saw me in half or bruise my pussy to the point of agony. No crotch ropes, no wooden horses, no whips...just plain old being naked somewhere uncomfortable. Tuesday evening saw me finishing up things early and letting my parents know I was going to go out with friends. I didn't exactly dress up, but I put on a clean pair of jeans, a button up blouse, and my boots. I also had my duffel bag which I had pressed into service to carry my wallet, my duster, my shoes, and of course my ben wa balls and clamps. I got in my truck and headed out.

The first stop of course, was that back road on the south side of my farm. It's relatively quiet, infrequently traveled, and provides just enough opportunity to be seen, but not arrested for indecency. I pulled my truck to a stop on the side of the road, turned everything off, grabbed my duffel, and went to the front of the truck. The hood was still warm, but that wasn't a big issue. This is Texas, south Texas, and heat is everywhere. I began with my shirt, unbuttoning it all the way down, and then pulling it off. Mistress Ellen, one of my other online dommes, had made it very clear how I was to handle my public strippings. You take off an item, fold it, and then put it on the hood of the car. So there I was, standing in blue jeans, boots, panties, and a pink lace bra. Folding my shirt. The next thing to take off was my bra and I felt a little thrill run through me as my breasts were exposed to the dusk air. Then I kicked off my boots. They were regular cowboy boots for a change, rather than my mountain ones, but that made things easier for me. I tugged my socks off and then began unbuttoning my jeans.

That's when I saw the headlights. I was naked from the waist up, my button and fly undone, barefoot, and to be honest, just a little horny. I thought about tugging my jeans off as the lights got closer, but then decided not to. God knows, it might have been a cop. But it wasn't. A little white sedan zipped past me and I turned to watch it keep going. You never really know what's going to happen in situations like this. I've had people keep going, so oblivious to their surroundings that they wouldn't notice a half-naked woman standing on the side of the road! Then there are times like this, when the car slows to a stop, the little white reverse lights come on, and the engine makes this high throated purr as the car backs up. The window zipped down and I stepped up, putting my arms on the window to look the driver right in the face.

He was about thirty, maybe a little older, not sure. But he sure looked surprised. It could have been the fact that my breasts were in plain view, but maybe it was because his air conditioning was on and the cold air blowing across my tits caused my nipples to pucker.

"Uh...hi. Um...car trouble?" He asked delicately. It was so cute! He was trying so hard not to look at my breasts. I took a deep breath just to help him. Then I chuckled.

"Nope. Just getting changed!" I answered with a grin.

He looked at me with surprised eyes. "Uh... all right." He couldn't take my eyes off me. I let go of his car door and then pushed my jeans off.

I guess you would have stayed to watch too, right? Well he did. He just sat there, eyes taking in the view. So I ignored him, except for the fact that I smiled a lot and made sure he got to see the juicy parts. After my jeans were folded and laid out on the hood of my truck, I pushed my panties down, standing completely naked for my voyeur to see. I unzipped my duffel and got out my high heels, putting one foot at a time up on the bumper so that I could buckle all the little straps. Then, once I was correctly shod, I reached into the bag and extracted my ben wa balls.

"What are you doing?" I heard a gutteral gasp coming from the car. I grinned and held up the little toys.

"Oh, just slipping something more comfortable in." I replied nonchalantly. Then, with one leg still up on the bumper, I began rubbing one of the ben wa balls against my pussy, soaking it in my juices. Then, with a soft push, I popped it in, followed almost immediately by the other ball, attached with a waxed string. I shifted my hips, putting my leg down and let the two golf ball sized spheres rotate and settle inside me. Ben wa balls don't vibrate on their own. They're like small bells and require a bit of walking to "ring". But that didn't stop my pussy from tingling. Then I reached back into my bag and grabbed my nipple clamps.

I turned to face the guy in the car, who was still staring at me. I pinched open one of the clamps and made quite a show of attaching it to my nipple. A flash of pain sparked in my breast and I winced, but recovered almost instantly. Then I put the other clamp on. The tight bite of both duck billed pinchers changed the sexual intensity of the situation and I almost came. Being watched and ogled, stuffed, and then clamped was almost enough to get me over the edge.

But then I was done with the sex toy part of getting changed and I tugged my duster out of the duffel and quickly put it on. It was a bit too warm for the evening, but since I wasn't wearing anything else, didn't overheat me. I stepped back to the car, leaned on the door and put my face into the cool air blowing from the AC.

"Well, all done dressing. Thanks for being a gentleman and checking up on me!" I said with a grin. He stammered a "you're welcome" and then rolled up the window. I watched him drive away, a little disappointed that he hadn't invited me to go with him, or gotten out of the car. Oh well, it would have complicated things anyway. I grabbed my keys, hopped up into my truck, ignoring of course the delightful tingle between my legs and the painful little ache in my breasts. Then I started driving.

The closest sex novelty shop wasn't my first choice. I've been there before and every time I've gone it was run by a woman. Besides, if I showed up wearing a duster, open or closed, everyone in the place would get the wrong idea. It's sort of a bad spot. So I kept driving. Instead, I drove down I-10 until I got to 45 and then headed north until I found my next best option: a large adult novelty shop just off the freeway, well lit, and not as seedy. I pulled up into the parking lot and felt the first wave of absolute terror I've ever experienced prior to completing an assignment. I'm not usually a coward, but the fact the lot was packed, and I mean seriously full, was enough to send me into little quivers of trepidation.

I got out of my truck, locked it, and put my wallet and keys in the pocket of my duster. My nipples ached and the first few steps caused the ben wa balls to immediately roll and ring inside me. I was already wet and the fear I was feeling only intensified the butterflies in my stomach. A few random questions went through my head: "I'm crazy!"; "This is insane!"; "Could this be in violation of one of my limits?"; "Am I really going to do this?" I stepped up to the door. There were a couple of posters on the front, girls in lingerie, along with a sign that said something along the lines of "Nudity must not offend you." Yeah. Right.

I reached out and pulled open the door and stepped in.

To my immediate left were a set of double doors that led to the arcade. I've actually been in this shop before with Kari a long time ago, so I was vaguely familiar with it. I've even been in the arcade section, but today I turned toward the right. While the arcade takes up half the building, the other half is stuffed with magazines, videos, and sex toys. I could see that there were a number of customers, but evidently the vast majority of the people in the building were back in the arcade. Too bad for them, right? A large raised checkout desk sits right by the door and I looked up to see a rather nice looking guy sitting on a stool, looking down at me over the counter. I walked right up to him, gave him one of my million watt please fuck me with a baseball bat smiles, and posed my assignment required question.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if it would be all right if I browsed naked?" I asked.

I got the second stunned expression of surprise of the night. "Excuse me?" he replied, obviously wondering if he had heard me correctly. So I repeated myself.

"I was wondering if it would be okay with you, if I took off my coat and browsed naked." It came out like a statement. I waved my hand around the store. "I doubt anyone would be offended considering all the pictures of naked girls anyway."

The look on his face was delightful. I could tell I wasn't going to have to go to another location. There was a moments indecision and then finally surrender. He nodded. With a grin, I immediately started unbuttoning my coat. The clerk watched every move I made and when I had it opened all the way down, I spread the denim cloth and let him see my clamped nipples and my shaved pussy. I shucked out of my coat and handed it up to him so that I was standing there naked.



"Would you mind holding on to this for me?" I asked politely. He took it, eyes bulging. I gave him another smile and then showed him my ass, walking away toward the back wall. I noticed that I was immediately attracting attention as several of the other customers moved in order to keep me in view. I started looking at magazines, working my way down the back wall. I can't even begin to tell you how nervous I was, how horny I was, and I know I was trembling because the chain between my nipple clamps was actually jiggling. I got half way down the wall when one of the other customers approached me.

"Hey sweetheart. Looking for something in particular?" He asked me.

I gave him a small smile. "Just a new sex toy."

"I'm cheap." He grinned.

In the history of pick up lines, this one took the cake. I laughed. "But what special functions do you have?" He wasn't a hunk, but he had some appeal, and if nothing else, a quick wit, which I always respect.

He shrugged. "Well, I'm good at eating pussy" He replied.

I laughed. "I'll let you know if you end up meeting my needs. I do have to browse the entire store first."

"You do?"

I nodded. "Yep. I like to keep my options open."

His face fell a bit and I gave him a smile. Not one of my plain ones, but one of my million watt don't give up on me fuck me right now smiles. That perked him up

"Well I'll be hanging around if you decide you want something more realistic than one of those plastic things, let me know." He gave me a quick grin and then stepped away, leaving me to my meanderings.

I was feeling a bit more comfortable emotionally, but a little more uncomfortable physically. My pussy was starting to squish around the ben wa balls and I could actually feel a bit of juice wetting my thigh. I made my way to the video aisles and began checking out the various titles. There were a lot of teenager porn videos, some weird stuff, but I have to admit I lingered in the BDSM section. I still had my coterie of admirers, all jockeying for position and me bending over to pick up some video cover and read it must have been encouraging, for I was approached by a new suitor. This one however was not as attractive as number one, but he said the right thing at the beginning.

"You would make a perfect sex slave for me to punish." He said. He didn't touch me but he was physically close. I looked at him, my mind already reacting to his words.

"Punish, sir?" I asked him, just a tad bit breathless. "What would you do to me?" I always love this question. It's rarely answered correctly to my satisfaction. Usually I get some sort of typical "spank you" stuff when what I really want is to hear something totally creative and off the wall, like strip you naked, tie you to the roof of my SUV and drive you through a car wash. I read a story once where that happened to a girl.

I guess that question surprised him because he evidently didn't have an immediate answer. He pulled crap out of his ass.

"I'd tie you up and whip you, spank you, and crush those titties of yours" he replied.

I sighed. Ah...creativity. I wish I had brought my collar. It would have given me a perfect excuse to bow out gracefully. Instead I had to dip my head subserviently.

"Thank you for the offer, sir, but I am already collared and am here at my master's order to humiliate myself and select a new sex toy" I told him. He seemed to accept that and backed off just a bit.

"All right, slave. Serve your master well or I will tell him how you failed at your task."

Huh? That didn't even make any fucking sense! I nodded politely and smiled at him nicely and moved away from the BDSM section. How the hell would he "inform" my master? Or even have a clue as to what my assignment was? Sigh....

Finally, I made my way to the wall of sex toys and began contemplating what I wanted to buy. Nothing to expensive. I already had enough vibrators and dildos, so I moved through those rather quick, but I did stop and hesitate on the butterflies. Butterfly vibrators are these cute little vibrators that you wear and they sit right over your clitoris. Multiple settings make the things either a light fun way to stay sexually stimulated, or a devilishly devious way to force a girl to orgasm in seconds. I've never owned one. I picked it up and slipped it under my arm as I continued down the wall. I was in the BDSM section when guy number one came back to me.

"I guess you found something more to your liking?" he asked, a disappointed look on his face. I winced. I don't like to hurt people's feelings. I gave him an apologetic smile and shrugged. He held up a hand.

"No no. It's okay. I understand." He started to turn away and I grabbed his elbow.

"Wait for me just in side the arcade doors" I whispered. Crazy girl, what are you thinking?

His face split into a beaming grin and he nodded. He grabbed a set of bondage cuffs from off the wall and went to the cashier before nonchalantly strolling to the arcade doors. As for me, I was just about done browsing and I proceeded to the checkout counter where the clerk was still watching my every move. I realized that the other customers could have been shoplifting like crazy and he would never have noticed it. His eyes were on my tits. I asked for my coat back and he passed it over. I dug in the pocket and pulled out my wallet. Two twenties took care of the price with a bit of change and I took my purchase and slung my coat over an arm. Then I headed for the arcade.

I was followed. The BDSM guy as well as two other customers immediately abandoned their shopping and entered the arcade, right on my heels. I made a beeline for guy number one and grabbed him in a tight hug, pressing my clamped breasts to his chest. He was surprised when I went up on tip toe and kissed him, but then seemed to melt in my embrace. I stood on tip toe and put my mouth to his ear.

"Find us a room."

He led me off into the darkness down several corridors. A small door with a green light on it was ahead and he opened it, pushing me in. Almost immediately his hands were on me and I kissed him back, feeling the need. His fingertips roamed over my shoulders and breasts and then tugged delightfully on the chain between the clamps. I groaned, slid down his body, and started unbuckling his belt.

He had a little bit of a paunch, but nothing serious and at least he was wearing boxers and not briefs. I got his cock out and started slurping on it, deep-throating him until he was moaning, his fingers in my hair. One hand was stroking his cock while the other was between my legs, trying to snag the ben wa balls. I managed to get them out and pushed aside and then he was pulling a condom out of his pocket. I like prepared men. Then he grabbed his purchase, the bondage cuffs, and I held out my hands as he wrapped them around my wrists. He clipped them together and I was pushed down upon the cheap vinyl covered love seat, my legs spread, as he put his mouth over my clit. I gasped as his tongue dipped into me and I shuddered as waves of pleasure rocked me hard.

I sat like that for maybe four or five minutes, his tongue in my pussy, before I couldn't handle it any more. I reached out with both hands thanks to the cuffs, and pulled him to me. He had put on the condom himself and he kneeled between my outstretched legs and pushed into me. I shivered, I gasped. I moaned. And then I exploded.

He wasn't much farther behind and I felt a renewed surge of sexual tension as he became rock solid and hardened inside me. I could feel his cock jerking as he unloaded, spurting his cream into the little plastic sack over his cock and inside me. He pulled out when he went soft and he stripped the condom from his cock and tossed it aside. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, sucking the last bits of cream from his softening rod. It was sweet.

I just laid there with a stupid grin as he got dressed. I love afterglow. He stepped back over to me, released the cuffs from each other, but then pulled them behind my back, surprising me. He gave me another kiss, so I let him bind me. I got rolled and bent over the arm of the love seat. Then to my shock, he pulled up his pants, patted me on the rear gently, and opened the door. I looked back at him over my shoulder, just a tad bit confused. That's when I saw the line. Or crowd. Or whatever you want to call it. BDSM guy was there first and he nodded at my latest lover with a grin. Then he stepped into the room and the door closed on just the two of us.

Oh my. I admit, it surprised me. This was definitely an unexpected turn of events. For a second, I almost stood up, turned and faced then new guy, and told him I wasn't interested. But then I paused for a moment, thoughts racing through my mind. What would my masters and mistresses say? Master Mark would no doubt tell me to do what I wanted. Master Brandon would encourage me to submit and even suggest a decent whipping or worse. Mistress Ellen would tell me to screw as many of them as possible. What to do? My heart raced. What did I expect would happen? I went into a pornography shop, waltzed around naked, and then, even though my assignment didn't tell me to do it, went into the arcade with one of the guests. I knew I had gotten myself into this mess.

The first harsh spank brought my thoughts to an abrupt end and I yelped as the pain exploded in my rear end. I glanced behind me and saw that the BDSM guy was already pulling back for another stroke. I wiggled my hips, trying to disrupt his aim, but he still managed to smack me in approximately the same spot, causing me to suck several lungfuls of air through clenched teeth. The third and fourth spanks were just as blistering and I couldn't take it, swinging my legs off the couch and moving to my feet.

That lasted all of about two seconds, because in moments I was grabbed, shoved across the guy's lap, and felt my butt cheeks being squeezed. Another small flurry of spanks followed along with the order to spread my legs. I whimpered, but did as I was told, my nipples hurting from being pushed against the love seat arm. I felt his fingers touch my sex, pushing and pulling, prodding and poking, until he had two thick digits inside me, pulsing and curling. The spanking continued, with his elbow holding me down and I was shaking and crying with pain and need. I bucked and couldn't help pleading with him to fuck me, to hurt me, to make me cum.

He pushed me to the floor and told me to suck him. I did. Willingly. It was a little hard to do with my hands cuffed behind my back, not to mention his fingers frequently finding the chain connecting my nipple clamps, but I did. His cock was short but thick and it was more than a mouth full. After maybe five minutes he pushed me away, stood up, took off his pants, and then picked me up and shoved me back on to the loveseat. This time though I was facing the back, bent over the rear of the padded back. I felt him move up behind me and for the second time that night got fucked. I could tell he was wearing a condom, but he came so quickly that I didn't have a chance.

And then he was pulling up his trousers, tossing the used condom in the little black trash can. I laid there, panting, still desperate, and he opened the door and held it open for the next guy.

The next guy took off my nipple clamps and chewed on my nipples while screwing me on the floor.

The guy after that made me suck him until he came in my hair and on my face, pulling out at just the last moment.

Then there was the guy who ate me out, sucking on my clit until I was screaming, pulling at my wrist cuffs in desperation.

I got another spanking from one guy who also decided to use his belt on my pussy before fucking me.

And then there was the guy who wanted it soft and sweet and took his time to make me cum before exploding on his own. Then when he was finished, he uncuffed me.

Freedom.

I gave him a quick kiss and used a few of the paper towels stocked in a container to clean up, though admittedly it was a bit spoty. I grabbed my duster and put it on, buttoning it up all the way. My most recent lover was getting his clothes together. Once he was finished, he opened the door. There was still a line. At least four more guys. I shook my head, held out my hands and gave them all my winning smile.

"Sorry guys, but my times up. I'll try and come back tomorrow, so be here around eight pm." Then, grabbing the arm of my latest paramour and let him walk me out of the arcade. No one stopped me.

Once we were out in the entry, I thanked him for the escort, declined dinner and a movie, and headed back out to my truck. I made it in one piece and locked the doors behind me. It took me a while to calm down along with about a hundred repetitions of the word "stupid". Why did I do something that wasn't part of the assignment? How stupid could I actually be? That could have gone so wrong. It WAS wrong! I'm an idiot. I thought back to the assignment given to me by Master Mark. I followed every step mentally, identifying where I went wrong. Finally with a sigh, I reached into my duster for my keys and my hand encountered a plastic bag wrapped item. I pulled it out and recognized it immediately: my butterfly clitoral vibrator. Then I remembered the last line of Master Mark's assignment.

With trembling fingers I opened up the package. It came with batteries so I installed them, and then unbuttoned my duster and slipped the butterfly up my legs and into place. Then I turned it on. My tender clit hardened. I felt another surge of wetness. My mind played back every single one of them, all seven guys. And there would have been more. I probably could have stayed in that room all night. What if I had been cuffed and had a ball gag in, and there was a sign that said "don't release until next morning"?

Shuddering and near to another orgasm, I twisted the controls on the butterfly vibrator to maximum. Thoughts of submission, of going back in, even of coming back the next day flew through my mind. I came hard, gasping, my fingers pushing on the vibrator, letting the hard plastic bite into my clit. I shuddered at the steering wheel, my body rocking with what must have been my fifth or sixth orgasm of the night. I lost count somewhere.

I turned off the butterfly, trying to recuperate, sitting there for just a few minutes before heading home. My mind reeled even as my body reveled and I looked back at the adult novelty shop and arcade. When I finally put the truck in gear, I knew that I had a tough decision a head of me.

What to wear tomorrow night, around eight.?

Next Assignment: (Assigned by Master Mark) Bre, please dress in a short flared skirt and halter top, no panties or bra. You will put the following items in a small bag: the small narrow vibrator, your vibroballs, your new butterfly clitoral stimulator, a pair of nipple clamps, and a pair of panties. You will then drive to any fast food restaurant of your choice. Once your vehicle is parked, you will then attach the nipple clamps, followed by inserting the vibroballs into your pussy. You will then slip on the clitoral stimulator. Lastly, you will insert the narrow vibrator into your rear end. You will then turn every toy on to its lowest setting. Put on your panties, go into the restaurant, order something, and go to a table. You will remain at the table until you orgasm at least once. If you do not orgasm within the first fifteen minutes at the table, you will need to turn one toy up to full intensity. If you still haven't cum after ANOTHER fifteen minutes, you will turn on a second toy to full intensity.

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Assignment 06-17/10

Yesterday's Assignment: Assigned by Anonymous: You will dress in tight jeans, no panties, high heels, and a tee shirt. Do not wear a bra. You will drive to the nearest mall and lift your shirt. Put one rubber band clamp over each nipple. Pull your shirt back down. Take two clothespins and put them on your nipples, through the tee shirt. You will then pull down your jeans and insert your ben wa balls. Get your clothes back in place. You will go into the mall and walk half of the circumference, then return to your vehicle. If a clothespin falls off at any time, you will put the clothespin back on immediately.

Embarrassment can come in a variety of flavors. There's embarrassment from farting in public. There's embarrassment from saying the wrong thing. And of course there is embarrassment that comes from being a nympho humiliation pain slut and doing an assignment in public. I've suspected that the mall security staff have me pegged and comments like "Oh. THAT girl" are a frequent occurrence despite the fact that I try hard to space out my sexual misadventures between several different malls. That said, I embarked on this little foray with the knowledge that while completing this assignment I would be thoroughly humiliated, I would also stay completely dressed. And trust me, that's a big issue.

Getting dressed up is half the fun. I spent a few moments going through my wardrobe and came to the awful conclusion that with the exception of my jeans and lack of panties, everything else was going to have to be taken. So, since I was already wearing a pair of blue denim shorts, a decent sized tee-shirt, along with both panties and bra, I stuffed everything I was going to need into my duffel bag and headed out the door. Everything got tossed into the cab of the truck and shortly after ten am I found myself pulling up on the side of the road directly behind our farm.

Some people say stripping is an art form. Maybe it is. But when you don't have an audience except for the occasional errant starling and a few bunny rabbits hiding in the grass, it’s more of a "lets get this done and over with" sort of thing. As I've done many times, I peeled off my tee shirt, folded it nicely, and placed it on the hood of the truck. My bra followed immediately, and then I kicked off my flip flops. My shorts and panties went next and I grabbed my jeans and began shoving myself into them.

They were my tightest pair and seemed to need me flexible and stretchable in order to get into them properly. There was a great deal of groaning and grunting as the tight material finally conformed to my buttocks and calves. Then, still barefoot and naked from the waist up, I pulled my new tee shirt from the bag. Or maybe I should say my old tee shirt. The one I was putting on was an old soccer tee shirt from when I was in high school. It was a little faded, just a tad bit threadbare, almost transparent with age, and so tight that had I put a quarter on my belly it would be seen through the cloth. It was that tight.

And damn, it was uncomfortable too! I pushed hard, a little worried I was going to tear it as I forced my breasts into the bloody thing. Finally wiggling enough so that it covered all my salient parts, I looked down and realized that about two inches of my belly was showing. Oh well. No other options really. I reached over to my duffel bag and grabbed my high heels. Getting them on wasn’t that difficult, but I was a bit breathless afterward. The waistband of my jeans was cutting into my midriff during the whole process.

I got back in the truck and drove to the mall. It was a pretty quick drive and my attire didn’t really bother me, even the fact that I was going commando. To be honest, wearing or not wearing panties doesn’t really phase me. When I was living with Kari, panties were only allowed during very special occasions. I can’t tell you how often I got sent to class wearing a mini-skirt and a tee shirt and nothing else. Sure, I could feel the seams of the jeans against my flesh, but it wasn’t sexually stimulating…yet.

I pulled up into our local mall and drove around till I found a comfortable spot. Comfortable meaning far enough away from the other cars so that no one would see me do what I was about to do, and close enough that I wouldn’t attract the attention of mall security. I put the truck in park, left it running for the AC, and began unsnapping my jeans.
It took just as much effort to get them down to my knees as it took to get them up and after falling backward across both seats of my truck, I was finally able to get my legs spread enough to accomplish the next portion of my assigned task: ben wa balls. I had already pulled them out of the duffel during the wrestling match with my clothing and I slipped them down between my legs, rubbing the golf ball sized spheres against my slit until I ripened. A moment later the first ball popped into me, eliciting a small gasp and then I shoved the second ball in, letting the little sex toy settle. Then I attacked my jeans again.

The problem with tight jeans is that they are sometimes tough to get up around your butt. The problem with ben wa balls is that they stimulate you sexually when you’re moving around. Ben wa balls and putting on tight jeans are a recipe for some serious sexual urges. By the time I buttoned my jeans and got everything into place, my pussy was soaked and I was thinking that masturbating would be a really fun thing to do. But instead I grabbed my duffel and pulled out a small plastic bag.

When I was a teenager, my parents put me in braces. I’m grateful, because my smile is straight and pretty nice now. But when I was in them, it drove me nuts. For about five months the orthodontist had me wear these absolutely horrible little rubber bands which put pressure on my jaw because they had to be stretched from one tooth to another. I got a whole box full of these tiny elastic circles and it had been Kari who discovered that they fit over my nipples rather nicely, tightening them completely. They also sat behind the little bulge of my nipple, meaning they don’t come off unless you pull them off or cut them off.

Glancing around the parking lot, I pulled up my shirt, exposing my breasts. The cold AC blowing on my tits was just enough to get both nipples to pucker and I shook out two little rubber bands. I flicked a finger at my right nipple, feeling a little shiver of excitement and pleasure rush through me, right to my clit. Then I stretched the little rubber band as far as possible, positioned it over my nipple, and let it go.

They aren’t clamps. The bands don’t tighten enough for that. It’s like having someone holding on to each nipple, gently squeezing, but never letting go, no matter how I move. That’s what these feel like. I can’t even begin to count the number of times I wore these to school, my nipples two hard little bumps on the front of my tee shirt. I remember one teacher pulling me aside and giving me a little talk about how I was dressing inappropriately for a lady my age. Kari had been standing in the doorway, laughing at my distress.

I put the other rubber band on so that I now had a matched set of turgid, exposed nipples. With a grin, I carefully lowered the shirt back down over my breasts. Both nipples stood out like pebbles on a sea of smooth sand and I could feel the elastic pressing into both breasts. Heck, just walking through the mall like this would attract attention. I didn’t need the clothespins! But the clothespins were what this assignment was about. I grabbed the two wooden pegs I had brought and rattled them in my hands.

You know what? I just realized that I did everything out of order. I just looked back at the assignment. I was supposed to put the rubber bands and clothespins on first, before I did the ben wa balls. Damn. I wonder if that’s going to cost me. I suspect a punishment will be coming for that screw up, but it’s too late now. Drat.

I lifted the first clothespin up to my left nipple and let it bite down on the extended little nub. I gasped. It was sticking straight out pointing toward the steering wheel. I put the other one on, watching them bounce slightly with every breath. There. All done. Oh. Well, except for going on a walk through the mall.

I got out of the truck, rather carefully I might add. I wasn’t sure how well the clothespins were going to stay on my breasts. They wiggled a lot as I moved and I kept expecting one or the other to pop off. But they stayed on and I locked my truck and headed toward the main entrance of the mall.

It was still a little early for lunch and too be honest, the mall had just opened maybe a half hour before hand. As a result, I didn’t see anyone in the parking lot except for a lady who was getting out of her car but was too far away to really see me. And she wasn’t looking. I felt the cool air surround me as the main doors opened and I stepped into the darker interior, filled with neon lights, the sounds of piped music, and the scents of lemon cleaner and fried foods.

I had parked near the food court which was actually a nice mid point spot and walked across it. I was about half way through the court when I saw the first person realize what I had attached to my body and he smacked his co-worker behind the counter and they both stared as I walked by. I licked my lips, trying to ignore the shocked looks, but I felt butterflies emerge in my belly. I quickened my pace slightly, trying to remain calm as I rounded the corner and started off down the mall corridor.

I began passing people. Not many, and quite a few of them were vendors, you know, the guys who run those little carts in the middle of the concourse? Yeah. I have to admit, having clothespins on your nipples is a good way to keep them from asking you to try yadda yadda yadda, but it also draws a lot of attention. The shocked looks I was getting were having an effect.
Of course, the ben wa balls weren’t helping either. My quickened pace also quickened my body’s production of juices and the ben wa balls were floating and rolling through my pussy, rubbing and rolling and ringing, so that after just a quarter of the mall I was ready to yank my jeans down and rub my clit until I orgasmed. But I didn’t. I kept going. It was on a set of stairs leading down to another level of the mall that the clothespin on my right nipple popped off.
It clattered to the ground and I stopped. Bending down to pick it up was just as sexually agonizing as walking, but in a different way as the ben wa balls rubbed me in unusual spots. I let out a soft moan as I stood, lifting the clothespin back to my breast.

“What are you doing?” I heard a girl ask. I looked up, pulling the clothespin away from my breast, just in time to see a rather beautiful girl standing at the entrance to one of the small junk jewelry stores. Long black hair framed a rather pale face. Her eyes were wide and she looked slightly shocked. I took a deep breath and then replied.

“I’m walking the mall.” Yeah, duh. Of course that’s what I’m doing.

She gave me this look of disbelief. “Dressed like that? With clothespins on your tits?” Her hands went down to her hips. “Is this some sort of sorority test or something?”

“Uh…it’s the something.” I stammered. I can’t explain why I was so embarrassed. Considering some of the things I’ve done, in public, you would think I could just tell this waif of a girl, who certainly wasn’t any older than me, that I was fulfilling a sex assignment from my online master.

“Come in here for a second. I want to talk to you” she said, motioning me in to the store.

I have no idea why I followed her into the little jewelry store. Maybe because I was dreading the rest of my clothespin covered walk. Or maybe it was the certain and confident command to follow her. But I did it. I went in. She moved to the very back and I stepped up close to her.

“Does that hurt?” She asked, pointing to the one clothespin still attached to my bosom. I shook my head.

“Not these. It just tingles.”

She leaned closer, studying my breasts. “Are you cold? Why are your nipples sticking out like that?”

I took a deep breath. “Rubber bands. Little ones. Around each nipple” I explained.

She glanced up, eyes surprised. “Really? Can I see?”

I hesitated slightly. Pulling up my shirt in a jewelry store really wasn’t part of the deal, but I nodded, pulled off the other clothespin, and gently tugged the stretched cotton upward. We were at the very back of the space, behind several stands of earrings.

“Wow!” The girl said, lifting one finger. “These are cool? Where do you get them?” She touched my nipple and wiggled it back and forth. I gasped slightly, my thighs pressing together. It was as if my breast was connected directly to the ben wa balls and I let out a soft moan as the pleasure rushed through me.

“I… uh… have a bag of them… uh… in the truck.” I replied, my sentence punctuated by little surges of delight.

Both of her hands came up and suddenly it was as if my nipples were the volume control knobs on a radio. She twisted them, pinched them slightly, poked them, and I put a hand out on one of the stands to steady myself. Then she leaned forward and her tongue came out of her mouth. I noticed the silver stud piercing it and then she actually licked my left nipple.

I didn’t cum, but it was about as close to cumming as you can possibly get without actually doing it. I felt weak at the knees and trembled. Suddenly her eyes widened and she stepped back, looking at me. She grinned and then held out her hand.

“I’m Julie” she said, beaming. Evidently the new way to greet people at this store was to suck on their breasts before introducing yourself. I thought about reciprocating for a second, but then decided that it probably wasn’t the right thing to do.

“Breanne” I replied, taking her hand firmly. Then I took a good look at Julie. She was maybe five foot six, just a tad taller than me. We were both wearing heels which sometimes make it hard to judge size. While I was in skin tight jeans, she was in khaki capris that were just a tad too short, leaving a lot of leg exposed. Her calves each sported some fancy tattoos, as did her arms, which I finally noticed. A soft pink tee shirt wrapped around her frame and I could see she was wearing a thin bra. Her ears were pierced, multiple times, as was her nose, and there were some tell tale bulges at the tips of her breasts that made me suspect she had a few piercing elsewhere.
“So what’s the something?” Julie asked, once more reaching out and cupping my breast, running one thumb along the side. Seriously, she seemed very focused. I left my shirt up as I explained about Michael Blog and the Breanne website and my daily assignments. You should have seen her perk up.

“Seriously? You do sex assignments?” She let go of my breasts and moved over to her sales counter. A small netbook computer was set up next to the cash register and she quickly logged on with a grin. I got asked the address and after telling her, she quickly checked out both the blog and the website. In the mean while, I pulled my shirt back down, covering my still rubber banded nipples.

Julie glanced up at me, a frown on her face. “Did I say you could cover up?” She demanded.
Uh…surprise? I gave her one of my “you’ve got to be kidding me” looks. She glared at me. Okay okay! I pulled my shirt back up, feeling just a little bit strange standing in the jewelry store with my breasts hanging out. I stood there for about five or ten minutes while Julie read, wondering what would happen if a real customer stepped into the store. Finally Julie looked up and nodded at my breasts.

“Shouldn’t you put your clothespins back on?” she asked. I took a deep breath. She was right. I probably should have. So I started to pull my shirt back down and she reached out and grabbed my wrist.

“No. While you’re in my store the clothespins go on bare skin. Here, I’ll help you” She said. She plucked both clothespins from out of my hand and held them up to my breasts. Beats me why I let her, but I held still and then she let both of them bite down on my nipples. I gasped again, feeling the surge of wetness between my legs and I felt a little tremor go through me.

“So, you’ve got a pair of ben wa balls inside you right now?” she asked. I nodded.

“And no panties?” I bit my lip and gave her another little dip of my head.

“Prove it. Pull those jeans down.” With a nervous glance toward the entrance of the store I reached down to my waist and quietly unsnapped my button. The zipper went down and then I was shaking my rear end out of the jeans. I only pulled them about half way down my ass before starting to put them back in place, but Julie stopped me.

“I need to check that you’re wearing the ben wa balls too.” Her eyes flashed and I knew that I needed to do this.

I pushed my jeans down to my knees and spread my legs slightly. I closed my eyes as fingers touched my sex, probing and sliding into the folds as Julie checked to make sure I had my ben wa balls embedded properly. Or maybe it was just an excuse?

Then I got grilled. She asked a ton of questions, all the while her fingers were playing with my clit. Who sets my assignments? How long do I get to do them? What if I don’t like them? What punishment do I get if I fail the assignment? How do I prove I do them? Stuff like that. It was awkward, standing there, my breasts completely exposed, clamped, my jeans around my knees, at the mercy of a girl no older than myself, trying to explain the nature of my…um… “employment” with Michael.

When I answered all of her questions she looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’m modifying your assignment” she announced.

I shook my head. “Sorry, you can’t mess with what another master or mistress has assigned.” This wasn’t technically true, since I’ve accepted alterations before, provided that they didn’t screw with the original assignment, but hey, Julie didn’t know that. She gave me a frown but then finally nodded.

“Okay, fine. You will finish your assignment. But then you will get that little bag of rubber bands and come right back to my store.” She looked thoughtful. “Make sure you’re wearing those clothespins and keep the ben wa balls in too.” She motioned toward my pants. “You can pull those up now.”

I struggled back into my denim jeans, wondering if the pants were too small or my ass was too big. Eventually I got back into them, my breasts bouncing up and down, my nipples throbbing, my pussy soaked. I looked back at Julie, a look of trepidation on my face. She waved a hand toward the exit.

“Go on. Go finish your assignment.” She said firmly.

“Uh…Mistress? What about my shirt? I’m supposed to have it down when I walk the mall.” I said politely. I’m not sure why I called her mistress.

She screwed up her face into a look of disgruntlement but then finally let out a sigh. “I suppose. I guess it will keep security off your back. Okay, but the moment you get back in here I want it up and your clothespins back on bare tits, got it?” I nodded. Got it.

I took off the two clothespins, hissing as I did, and then lowered the shirt back over my bare breasts. It was something of a relief to be covered again, though the sensation went away the moment I replaced the clothespins, this time over the stretched faded thinning cotton tee shirt.
Julie walked me to the exit. “You’ve got twenty minutes to get back here, Bre. If you aren’t, I can promise you that that your punishment will be severe” she said.

I nodded and stepped out of the jewelry store and away from Julie. My mind churned almost as much as my pussy, and it wasn’t until I was past the outdoor sports shop that my body finally couldn’t cope with the stimulation, stares, and open humiliation. I careened toward a wall, my sex convulsing in orgasmic bliss and I barely stayed upright. When my orgasm subsided, I started moving again, ignoring the wet sloshing and damp cloth between my legs.

I made it back to the same entrance I had come in at. More people were moving around and the stares and snide comments I was hearing were getting more extreme. Some women gave me open looks of disgust. Guys stared as if I were USDA choice prime cut. I never did see security. I headed toward the exit and made a beeline for my truck.

For just a moment I considered not going back. I mean seriously, what was I thinking? Sure, Julie turned me on. She was exciting. She made embarrassed me. Just thinking about her made me want to masturbate. But I had absolutely no requirement to go back to that little store.

My orgasm had delayed me and I was running up on my twenty minute mark. I hurried to my truck, jumped in, grabbed the bag of rubber bands, and stuck them in my pocket.

Then, rather than walking back through the mall, I turned the engine on and my truck roared to life. I drove around to the other side of the mall, toward the closet entrance to Julie’s store. My clothespin pegged breasts bobbed, occasionally striking the steering wheel as I navigated the parking lot. This sent additional twinges through my body and by the time I parked and headed back into the mall, my pussy was almost ready to pop again.

I glanced at my watch, quickening my pace as I hurried back to the jewelry store. This just made things worse, since I could feel the quickening between my legs. Had I been wearing a skirt and my butterfly clitoral vibrator, I would have been against a wall gasping as the orgasms washed through me. Just to keep from orgasming, I slowed down, trying to maintain my composure. As it was I was shaking in desperation, ignoring the strange looks I was getting as I stumbled to a halt in front of the small jewelry store.

Julie was standing at the front, an annoyed look on her face. Her arms were crossed and she was tapping her fingers.

“Get your ass in here. You’re late.” I glanced down at my watch. Two minutes late. Damn.

I stepped into the small store and followed Julie to the very back. The place was still deserted and she stopped at the small cash register table and gave me a contemptuous look.
“Well?” she demanded.

I looked at her blankly. “Well what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Your tits. Why are they covered?”

I swallowed hard. I quickly removed the clothespins, sending another surge to the already tested spot between my legs, then yanked up my shirt. My breasts seemed to pop out, the nipples hard, tender, and throbbing, and I quickly reattached both clothespins in an effort to please Julie.



“That’s better” she said, giving me a small smile. “Now we have to deal with your tardiness.” She motioned toward a small door at the back of the store. “Go in there and strip naked.”

I opened the small door and found myself in the storage and office section of the store. It was pretty small. There was a small restroom in one corner, a pile of cleaning supplies, and shelves full of small boxes. Along one wall was a tiny desk with a computer and desk, cork and marker boards hung above it with all the typical legalese documents the state requires. I moved to a clear spot as the door shut behind me leaving me alone.

I stripped. What else would I have done? My shirt was easy to get off, despite the wiggling of the clothespins and I draped it over the chair. I took off my high heels and then shucked out of my jeans. I noticed that the crotch of my pants was soaked and only the dark color of the denim had hidden it. My thighs were soaked and I located a roll of paper towels, wiping off some of my excess juices.

Julie burst in as I was cleaning up, startling me. In her hand she held a thin plastic ruler and her eyes sparkled as she stared at me, enjoying my nudity and discomfort. She snapped her finger and I dropped the sodden paper towel in the trash and moved toward her.

“Bend over the chair, Breanne” Julie ordered, swishing the ruler back and forth. I hastened to comply. Trembling, I leaned over the back of the chair, feeling the top of the back support push into my belly. My hands tightened around the arm rests and I spread my legs as Julie moved behind me.

She hit me hard. I wasn’t expecting it. My whole body rocked forward, the clothespins dangling beneath me, shaking from the impact. My breasts jiggled as well and I felt a line of fire across both butt cheeks. I let out a sharp hiss, head coming up as my fingers tightened on the chair. To be honest, it wasn’t that bad. It just stung. A lot. But no matter how bad it stung, the heat combined with what was going on in my pussy, not to mention the throbbing of my breasts. After the tenth stroke I broke down, one hand going to my pussy.

“Please? Please can I cum?” I begged her.

This must have been a surprise. “You are a pain slut!” she exclaimed. “Go ahead and cum, but I’m not done with your ass yet.”

My fingers found my clit just as another stroke landed on my rear. It didn’t matter. Within seconds my fingers managed to bring me to another earth shattering orgasm and the stinging heat in my bottom only fueled that fire. I let out a muted cry, shuddered, and then my hips wildly thrust against my fingers, ramming against the digits. Just as I was at the peak, Julie sent her worst stroke against my bottom and I arched my back, my head coming up. She moved quickly and the ruler suddenly was in front of me, light but firm taps across my breasts. The clothespin jerked wildly and then she smacked them off my nipples. My orgasm went from quick to extended and I stood there shaking, letting the waves wash through me.

Then I sort of melted, or collapsed depending on how you want to describe it. I folded in half and crumpled to the floor, exhausted, shivering from the endorphins and adrenaline. My breasts and rear end hurt, but it was moderated by the incredible pleasure flooding through me from my pussy. Julie looked down at me in curiosity.

A beeping sound from a small chime on the wall caused Julie to go back into the store, leaving me alone. I heard voices and after a bit the rattle of the cash register tray. Slowly, I got to my feet, grabbed another paper towel, and tried to wipe away some of the excess fluid of my orgasm. I was just finishing when there was another beeping sound and Julie came back into the office.
“Where are those rubber bands?” Julie asked, inclining her head toward my still extended nipples. I went to my jeans and extracted the small plastic bag I kept my elastic nipple clamps in. I held them up.

To my astonishment, she pulled her shirt and bra up, exposing two rather delectable breasts. I had been right about the tips being pierced. Both nipples were perforated by two large silver barbells. They looked awesome but I had no doubt they had hurt a lot when pierced. I fished out two bands and held them out to her.

“No. You put them on me” she said. I nodded. I stopped to consider things for a moment. With her piercings in place, the band would have to go behind the piercing, much farther back than my own rubber bands were seated. I would also have to stretch them farther, making one edge bite into her skin quite a bit in order to get it around the other side of the barbell. Carefully, I lifted my hand to her left breast and began threading one side of the barbell through the elastic. Then I stretched it wide, allowing it to slip over the other side of the piercing. When it snapped into place Julie let out a hissing sound and closed her eyes. I could see the elastic tightly circling her nipple just behind the piercing. It couldn’t have been comfortable.

Then I did the left breast. Same process. It went just as quick, but I could tell that both bands were very uncomfortable. Julie looked down at her chest and fingered both nipples for a bit. Then she tugged her bra and shirt back down. Now the bumps on her chest were even more pronounced, the thin material of the bra cups doing little to hide the distended tips of her breasts. Julie began unbuttoning her capris, shoving them and her panties down to her knees. A trimmed patch of black hair showed between her legs and then she sat down in the chair.
“Get your tongue in there, now” she said, pointing to her pussy. I hesitated for just a moment. Then I knelt down in front of her, put my hands upon her knees, pushed her a little farther, and took my first sweet lick.

I’m no stranger to giving girls oral sex. In some ways, it’s nicer than doing guys. I concentrated on her clit and it didn’t take long. I pushed two fingers into her as my tongue darted along her more sensitive parts and in moments she was gasping, lifting her ass out of the seat, her fingers pinching at her pierced and elastic clamped tits. Then she came, letting out a squirt that splattered across my face and chest.

I kept up my ministrations, only slowing just a bit to give her time to recover. I fully expected to keep going, but she reached down, grabbed my wrist, and pushed me away. I sat back on my heels, my face covered in a sheen of her juices and watched as she sat up, a look of utter satisfaction on her face.

“Well that was nice” she said, smiling. I returned the expression and she stood up, pulling her capris and panties back into place. When everything was settled, she turned back toward me. “You still horny?” she asked.

I nodded. To be honest, it was only a little bit, but I still had the ben wa balls inside me and they were still moving with every little motion I made. Julie stepped up to me, wrapping her arms around my body. I could smell her perfume, something fruity with a touch of vanilla, not to mention the musky scent of sexual satisfaction. I hugged her back, then felt her hands on my hips.

She then started moving me, like a dancer, or a doll. She made me wiggle my hips, her hands guiding me in circles. My bottom swayed, my loins rolled, and most importantly, the ben wa balls moved dramatically, ringing and churning inside me insanely. It was the most concentrated sensation I’ve ever felt while wearing ben wa balls. It was like pushing the accelerator on a car. Zero to sixty baby!

Then she let go. I was trembling, gasping, ready for the final push. I expected the ruler again, but she turned, grabbed my jeans and held them out to me.

“Put these on” she ordered. I took them, wondering what was happening. I tugged my tight denim back over my limbs while Julie grabbed my high heels from the desk where I had placed them. Then, once I was back in my pants, she handed them to me. I stepped into them, then lifted each foot up so I could buckle them on. Then Julie was standing directly in front of me, both hands clutching a clothespin. She lifted them up to my breasts and I put my hands behind my back, thrusting my bosom forward as I arched my back.

The pegs closed down on my bare tips, crushing them softly and I let out a whimper of need and desire. My pussy tingled, the muscles trembling in little spasms as my hips continued to sway on their own, trying to replicate the orgasm inducing dance directed by Julie. My nipples throbbed as well, the elastic bands and wooden clothespin creating a sort of energy that flowed through me right down to my clit.

“Okay, you can go now.” Julie stepped back from me and nodded.

“Excuse me?” I said, somewhat surprised. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to cum again.

“Go. Leave. Exit. Vaya con dios. Adios. Saionara. Whatever. Get out of my store.” Julie’s voice was rather hard and I nodded in shocked surprise. I reached out to grab my tee shirt from the desk but her hand caught my wrist.

“I’m keeping that. You can come back for it tomorrow if you want it” she said tightly.

Realization exploded through me and the thought of me walking through the mall back to my truck with no shirt on and clothespins dangling from my nipples was almost enough to send me over the edge. She pulled me through the small office door and back out into the store, leaving me stumbling along the edge of utter humiliation and orgasm. I stood there for a moment, trembling and she reached out and grabbed a small toothed hair clip from a rack.

“The moment you get back to your car, unbutton your jeans and pull them down as well as your panties. Put this on your clit. Drive home that way. Got it? I want it back tomorrow.” Julie handed me the little clip. I felt another powerful surge between my legs.

Then she pushed me to the store exit.

There were people everywhere! Ok, it wasn’t packed, it wasn’t even busy, but between the venders and the few customers I would never make it. Julie didn’t even hesitate but shoved me out of the store. I clutched my arms to my chest, trying to hide my breasts, but the clothespins interfered with that.

Then Julie spoke in a voice loud enough to attract the attention of every single person within a thirty yard radius.

“Get out of my store. We don’t serve customers not wearing a shirt!” Julie said loudly. As at least a dozen faces turned to stare, I gave her a shocked look.

Then I ran.

Clothespins bobbed painfully. Ben wa balls rolled violently. People were staring at me, shocked expressions on their faces. I ran past six or seven stores to the entrance and ran out into the parking lot. I fished my truck key out of my pocket as I ran, my eyes blurring with tears and then I was at my truck, opening it, jumping in. I turned and looked. No one was following me.
My body was right on the verge and I let out a tiny sob as I unbuttoned my jeans. I tugged them and my panties down over my ass. I had intended just to pull them down to mid thigh, but I couldn’t spread my legs. In the end, I had to push them down to my knees. I was soaking the vinyl seat of my truck. I lifted the small hair clip and put it on my clit. It bit tightly and I wiggled it back and forth just for a second.

Then I exploded.

When I had calmed down enough I turned on the truck, put it into gear and headed away. Just in time too. I saw the security truck heading toward my section of the parking lot. I beelined the other way and managed to escape.

Maybe some people saw me on my way home, especially since I didn’t pull over to put on my bra and regular tee shirt until I found a quiet spot. Once the clothespins were off and my shirt back on, I felt a little more secure, though my jeans were still around my thighs, my ben wa balls resting quietly in my pussy, while the hair clip chewed gently on my clit.

Well, now that I’ve written this up, I’ve got a couple of things to do. First, I’ve got to go get dressed. Then I’ve got to get that hair clip back to Julie and pick up my tee shirt. I think I’ll wear a skirt, no panties, a tee shirt, and my clothespins…

Next Assignment: (Assigned by Master Mark) Breanne, you are to take your ben wa balls, your duck billed nipple clamps, high heels, and duster to your stripping spot one evening this week. You will strip at the front of your vehicle, and then put on the high heels, insert the ben wa balls, and then attach the clamps, followed by putting on your duster. You will then drive to a mega adult video and novelty store. Upon entering, you will approach the clerk. If it is a woman, you will leave and go to a different store. If it is a man, you will politely ask if you can browse naked. If the answer is no, find another store and repeat. If the answer is yes, then remove your duster and hand it to the clerk. You will then walk every aisle and look at every item on the shelves, including videos and magazines. You will then browse the sex toys. Purchase one new sex toy for your use. No matter what the toy is, you must use it immediately after you get back in your vehicle.

Oh my...

The Next Assignment 06/15/10

Hey everyone! Well, I finally submitted my novella and I hope you liked it! I know, it got long, but I'm hoping it was interesting enough to keep your attention. That whole day was so long. I hate to admit this, but a couple of times while writing, I actually put in my vibe and even got out my nipple clamps, just so I could get back in the mindset of that Sunday. I know, strange right? I guess that would sort of be like Stephen King killing someone gruesomely to get back into the "mindset" for his latest book. Weird.

Anyway, things have started to slow down here for me. That last assignment's write up is done. I've gotten the fields planted. The animal pregnancies are down to manageable levels, and it's frickin hot. Which means that I'll be indoors during the worst heat of the day. That will give me more time to do assignments! Ah...summer.

So what's next you ask? Well, I'm glad you did. I was chatting with a reader/fan online and he wanted to go ahead and give me an assignment. He didn't want me to use his name, but here is what he tasked me with:

Assigned by Anonymous: You will dress in tight jeans, no panties, high heels, and a tee shirt. Do not wear a bra. You will drive to the nearest mall and lift your shirt. Put one rubber band clamp over each nipple. Pull your shirt back down. Take two clothespins and put them on your nipples, through the tee shirt. You will then pull down your jeans and insert your ben wa balls. Get your clothes back in place. You will go into the mall and walk half of the circumference, then return to your vehicle. If a clothespin falls off at any time, you will put the clothespin back on immediately.

Wow. Isn't that cool? I'm getting shivers just thinking about it! I can't wait to go do this. In fact... I might go do it today! We'll see...

Anyway, I want everyone to go read my novella, check out the redesigned Breanne Website, and let me know what you think! Then you need to go to Michael's Stories and read "The Trip", which is all about my adventures in Chicago! Go go go!

Breaking My Record - A Novella By Breanne

This Week’s Assignment: (Assigned by Master Stone) You mention that your current record for the most number of orgasms in one day is 18. You will arrange a day to spend with your former Mistress Kari and ask her to force you to break your record. She can use any means she desires to get you to that point.

To find out what happened...

A Note from Breanne

Hey everyone! Wow! So much is going on! Still terribly busy here and things have just been crazy. Worse, the whole story of last Sunday's little assignment has taken on epic proportions. It's gotten so long that Michael doesn't even want to post it here on the blog and will put it up for free on the website. He's also editing it for me as I write it. Would you believe I'm not even done yet? I'm just a bit over half way. It's crazy. But Micheal is making it into a real story! It's been a lot of fun. Of course, trying to cram writing in along with all the other stuff I've been doing, as well as reading the new novel starring me, and you can imagine what my life is like!

How about "The Trip"? Isn't it cool? I loved the first chapter, especially the idea of the ride in the Camaro! How cool is that? Haven't read it yet? Well you can. The first chapter is posted at the website and there is a link in the sidebar, so go find out about my trip to Chicago!

Let's see...anything else? Not really. I'll let everyone know when we get the next assignment posted, and of course, if you have a suggestion, let me know. You can post a comment here or email me at breanne@michaelalexanderstories.com! My love to everyone! Breanne

The Trip - A New Serial Novel!

I have finally finished my latest serial novel staring Breanne! It will be sold as a serial while we finish getting the VIP Lounge up and running. Chapter One is absolutely free! If the synopsis below doesn't get you going, I guarantee that getting another dose of Breanne certainly will!

Breanne travels to the Windy City to meet with an online dom who only has her best interest in mind as he inflicts a weekend's worth of torture on her young and nubile body. How long can Breanne stand the torments and will the introduction of another young girl who wants to follow in Bre's footsteps be a hinderance, or a blessing? Read Chapter One and dive into the Michael Alexander's latest creation! M/f+, BDSM, Consensual, Serious, Exhibition, Humiliation, Spanking, Teen

She stared out the small window, watching with fascination the various wisps of cloud that floated thousands of feet below, the white stutters of vapor that crossed the endless geometric squares of corn and wheat fields below. It was her first time on an airplane and she had spent nearly all of it staring downward, fascinated with the vista. Part of her enthrallment was due to the incessantly changing landscape, the tiny houses, the roads, even the sunlit flashes of blue lakes, but another part was to ignore the same sort of fascination the man in the seat beside her tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to hide. But unlike Breanne, he wasn’t staring out the window.

She wasn’t exactly surprised by the attention. The halter top she was wearing was a tad bit too small, with a plunging neckline, and the smooth curve of her young breasts swelled the cotton material in alluring ways. More than a bit of her taut belly showed, the silver dangle piercing at the middle serving to pull eyes in, which then could not fail to notice the loose flared but very short skirt that seemed to barely cover her bottom and required almost constant attention not to expose more as she sat in her seat. Her feet were clad in high heels, the bare toes exposed. All in all, she expected to be watched with as much interest as she had for the rolling scenery below.

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