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Special Weekend Assignment 08/29/10

It seems lately that I get into the most trouble on Saturdays. Not sure why. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m a bit bored on Saturdays. Sure, I get up and do my chores. A farm doesn’t run itself. But there’s also the fact that except for the daily stuff, I get a bit of a break. That personal time usually means me getting on the internet and getting on the internet usually means chatting. And if I’m chatting, it means I’m probably having a conversation with somebody who I have to call either Mistress, or Master.

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Punishment 08-25-10

During my second year of college, my best friend, lover, roommate, and Mistress Kari developed something of a fetish. Both of us, despite being bi-sexual, were both VERY interested in guys. Don’t get me wrong. I love doing soft. But guys are... well… really good. They come with the right packaging, strong, forceful, and don’t seem to have a problem when I say I want to be spanked. It makes a difference. Kari had always invited boys over to join our little twosome, which probably created some of the more unique longings in me. At first, boys came thinking they were going to fuck her. Then they discovered that they were going to get to fuck her and her little sex slave. Finally, we overwhelmed them when the realized that they were going to fuck both of us AND sexually torture me too. Lots of fun.

But in the first semester of our sophomore year, Kari discovered a new passion, one that I enthusiastically assisted with… at least at first. Have you ever heard of milking? It was a very simple process. Kari would locate a nice, innocent, nerdy boy, (usually a freshman) and process him a Saturday he would NEVER forget. She also left out the details of what was going to happen to him other than a few promises of sexual nirvana. I was actually present once at the Student Union when she just approached this guy. You could tell he was a total nerd: laptop computer, glasses, dark hair, but he was cute, in a bookwormish sort of way. She was literally dripping with sexual tension when she made up to him, touching him, and then giving him our address and an invitation to show up Saturday morning at eight. She even insinuated that her roommate might want to join in the fun and pointed at me. Since I happened to be wearing high heels, short skirt, and a tee shirt that said “Kinky As A Cheap Garden Hose”. It didn’t help that I wasn’t wearing a bra either. In fact, if I recall, I wasn’t wearing panties either, just my pair of ben wa balls. But that was life with Kari. I had a whole closet full of tee shirts she bought me like that.

But back to milking. Kari’s intended target would usually show up right on time or even a tad bit early. I would of course be naked, since Kari didn’t allow me clothing, and then I’d open the door and let our astonished boytoy in to our apartment. Kari would join us wearing something sexy and revealing, in marked contrast to my nudity. We’d get him undressed, take turns sucking on him, and then after he had cum once, take him to Kari’s bedroom. There he would willing allow himself to be cuffed to the bed spread-eagled and we’d begin.

To milk a guy, all you have to do is make him cum. Repeatedly. Over and over. The first few times we did it, Kari and I weren’t all that good. Eventually we created a pattern of tag teaming the boys. I’d go in to the room, do my thing, and then as soon as our victim had gushed I’d call out for Kari to replace me. Occasionally Kari would keep me in the room and do a few naughty things to me in order to encourage a hard on, but in the end we discovered that grapeseed oil, a firm and steady hand, and repeated sucking and fucking were the absolute best ways to get a guy hard.

Usually we didn’t have a problem getting the first three or four orgasms out of our boytoys. It usually took about an hour and a half. I want you to really imagine this. Imagine being strapped down, given an incredible blow job until you cum, and then the other girl comes in, grabs your cock, oils it, and rubs it gently and completely until you’re hard again. Then she straddles you, fucks your brains out until you cum, and then the first girl comes back into the room and immediately takes your cock in her mouth. This starts the whole process over again.

Now imagine that continuing for ten to fourteen HOURS.

No doubt you’re wondering why I’m reminiscing. Simple. I’ve always wondered what those last few hours were like for our victims. I remember bright red super sensitive cocks that were so sore and tender that even touching them lightly elicited jaw clenching squeals of pain. And don’t get me wrong, we weren’t TRYING to hurt them. We were just trying to make them cum. We were VERY gentle. It’s just nonstop stimulation, friction, even with lubrication, is not the easiest thing to handle. Trust me, I know. Or at least I think I do now.

On Monday I spent the day trying not to cum. I failed miserably. Unfortunately for me, the punishment proscribed for my spectacular failure at self control was a little intense. Okay, it was A LOT intense. Worse, I also completely forgot to do one whole part of the assignment! I was supposed to be putting the cream on my nipples too! How could I have forgotten that? I can’t believe I screwed things up this bad!

As soon as I woke up on Tuesday morning (around five a.m.) I grabbed my butt plug, worked it into my ass, took out my largest vibrator (the seven inch one with the curved tip) and impaled myself on it, and my butterfly clitoral stimulator, which settled nicely into place directly over my still tender nub.

This of course was not only punishment, but fulfillment of one of the Rules for Nympho Humiliation Pain Sluts. Rule #1 precisely, which states that every NHPS needs to be permanently stuffed. Gingerly I pulled up my panties and jeans, and right before getting everything place, I reached down, twisted the base of the vibrator to maximum, and switched on the butterfly to a similar setting. Then I yanked my jeans up and headed out the door.

I made it to the barn before I came, but it was a tough walk. I felt as if my loins were pressed up to a revving engine and I stumbled through my morning tasks in a wave of intense orgasmic bliss. Within an hour I had finished the proscribed five orgasms required by the punishment, and I tugged my small tube of Icy Hot substitute out of my back pocket and unbuttoned my jeans. A tiny dab of the white cream was enough to turn my clit into hot coals and I was almost immediately back to the whole sexual “my god I’ve gotta cum now” role.

At one point I remember leaning against a wall, my forehead pressed against the wood as I tried to deal with the never-ending vibrations. The human body, especially a girl’s body, was not intended to be subjected to these kinds of torment. I can’t even begin to describe all of the sensations. There were tremors, spasms, waves of lust, shoots of pain, tenderness, agony, ecstasy, orgasm. By the time breakfast rolled around my clit felt as if someone had been rubbing at it with sandpaper and my pussy was so tightly clenched around the vibrator that I thought I’d need help getting the vibrator out. I had my fourth orgasm, of my second set, right before breakfast at seven and I gratefully turned off my vibrational torment in order to have a meal with my family.

Breakfast lasted longer than usual, mostly because part of me was dreading the almost instantaneous torment I’d have to inflict upon myself upon leaving the table. But after an hour, more slices of bacon than is good for me, an extra piece of toast, not to mention the eggs over easy, slice of ham, and some cheddar cheese, I sort of ran out of excuses. I stood up, told my parents I’d see them for lunch, and winced and waddled my way out the door.

Once I was at the barn I unzipped my jeans, reached down, and discovered I was soaked. My panties, which were holding my vibrator in, were so wet that I could have wrung them out and gotten juice. My jeans, fortunately dark colored, were almost as bad. With a sigh of reluctance, I turned on the vibrator, twisting the base all the way around, and immediately began the involuntary contractions that normally come with being stuffed by a large seven inch hard phallus that vibrates like a motorcycle engine. The butterfly came next and in moments I was reduced to a quivering, cumming, barely erect female who could barely stand straight. Since it was my fifth orgasm of the second set, I once again found my cream. A fingertip’s worth got worked into my tender clit, right under the butterfly and I began shaking. My hand mashed up against the clitoral stimulator, which increased the stimulation slightly. Have you ever increased the pain of a wound or irritation, in order to help you master it? Like running your tongue over a canker sore, or pressing hard on a small cut? Well that’s what this was. Of course, what happened was another orgasm. It took ten minutes or so, but it came. All while I was jamming my palm against the butterfly and rubbing it back and forth frantically.

After I exploded, I got up on the tractor. I wasn’t done mowing. There were still two more fields to do. But after driving maybe three quarters of a mile I realized that there was just no way. It wasn’t going to happen. At least not on full power. I couldn’t hold a straight line. Worse, my clit was on fire, and not from the muscle cream. It was just too much sensation. So I turned the butterfly off.

I left the vibrator on of course. While terribly distracting and still intense, I could handle that, at least for awhile. Now there are two modes of thought here. The first is that I wisely used my limits clause to stop a particular punishment that was too intense and potentially damaging. On the other hand, some will say that I violated the rules of punishment that I agreed too. Maybe we should also add in the fact that I didn’t actually complete the assignment properly too? Hmmm… maybe time for another poll?

Tell you what. Vote in the poll. I talked to Michael and a few other of my online doms about this and we came up with a few options. It’s a simple question: What should I do now that everything has sort of gone wrong?

1. Breanne should redo the original assignment, from start to finish, except this time it should be a longer time period.
2. Breanne should go to Kari and have her former Mistress tie her down, set the vibrators, and leave her there for twelve hours, with the vibrator, the plug, AND the clitoral vibrator all on maximum.
3. Breanne should do four more days of punishment, just not go mowing when she does it.
4. Master Barrett should be allowed to come up with something suitable as a consequence for Breanne screwing up both the original assignment and the punishment. How much can one girl fuck up?

As you can tell, I didn’t exactly come up with this myself. You can vote at the end or just click here.

The orgasms were still coming, and so was I, though they were beginning to come much more spaced out. Without the direct stimulation of the butterfly, I was feeling orgasmic waves every thirty or forty minutes. And I do mean waves, rather than the full fledged toe-curling orgasms I had been experiencing that first hour. I was in the middle of my second set when I headed back to the house for lunch.

Lunch was another long affair, mostly because I was resting my pussy. I also went upstairs to change my clothes. New jeans and panties, along with some other feminine hygiene products made things a lot better. For some reason however, I didn’t remove the butterfly.



Once I was back outside, I once again turned the vibrator to maximum. This time however, I also turned on the butterfly, just to a lower setting. It really didn’t matter though. Before I even made it back to the field I had been mowing I was ready to orgasm. I slammed my foot on the tractor brake and just sat there, shaking, as the orgasm exploded through me. Then when I was done, despite the fact that the buzzing toys were still doing there thing, I put the tractor back in gear and went on.

That was so hard.

Around two thirty, and just as I finished my third set of five, when the batteries in my vibe failed. I could tell because the vibrations had slackened off and I when I noticed I wasn’t feeling them anymore I stopped the tractor, pushed down my jeans, extracted my vibe, and replaced the batteries. I had a couple of spare AA’s in my bag because I figured this would happen. More Icy Hot followed and I was shortly back to the hot horny place that allowed no rest and was beginning to irritate more than just my libido. I was starting to chafe. I could feel the heat rash forming. Too much moisture. Too much heat. Too much vibration. I lasted only another hour before I was in agony, and not the sexual kind. I wont go in to too much detail here, but let’s just say that my punishment for the day was over.

I have to admit, that I’m a little disappointed with how things turned out. Of course, I’m sitting here in loose gym shorts and no panties, covered in baby powder and ointment. I’m drinking my cranberry juice too, so don’t worry. Hopefully the heat rash will go away soon. New rule: no vibration punishments while mowing in the Texas Summer Heat.

Of course I’m stuffed. The inside of me wasn’t damaged, so I’ve got the ben wa balls in and they are keeping me entertained. In the end, I came (sort of) eighteen times. Granted, they weren’t the same kind of orgasms I had at Kari’s when I broke my record, but they sufficed.

Remember me telling you about that nerd that Kari and I picked up? At ten pm that night we finally let him up. He had been begging us to stop for about five hours. We got sixteen orgasms out of him, though the last three took nearly an hour each. Kari and I were exhausted. His cock was an interesting shade of red, almost crimson, and you could actually see abrasions around the edge of his head. I think that was Kari. She liked concentrating on the tip when she rubbed. I did the whole length. What I do know is that we told him he could spend the night, but he immediately got dressed. You should have seen his face when he had to tuck his cock into his boxers. You’d think I had burned his rod or something.

We saw him a few more times during the year, but he always seemed to have to go somewhere and he turned down the one repeat invitation Kari managed to give him. But that was okay, there were lots of boys… and they all got milked.

I know what it feels like now.

Punishment Poll

What should Breanne have to do now that everything has sort of gone wrong?

Assignment 08-23-10 Hard At Work

By necessity, this is not going to be the long descriptive head first dive into my perverted sexual adventures that usually get posted. There are reasons. One is that I’m trembling a little. Another is the fact that timing is going to be an issue and I have a suspicion that I’m not going to be in a condition that makes writing possible for a little while. To be honest, I’m not sure what I thought I was doing. I’m not good at orgasm denial. Originally, the punishment was supposed to be me getting my nipples pierced. I agreed to something a bit more…intense… to avoid that. I’m beginning to have my doubts.

Hard At Work - (Assigned by Master Barrett) So your assignment is whilst wearing your usual work clothes (Blue jeans, a thick cotton long sleeve shirt, bra, panties, socks and work boots) you are to complete the following: From 9am to 5pm at the bottom of every hour you are to masturbate using any method you like until you are right on the verge of cumming and then stop, replacing any clothing you have removed. At the top of every hour you are to quickly apply a coating of Icy Hot to your breasts and pussy (no playing with yourself!) again replacing any clothing afterward. Aside from these two exceptions you are not to touch your breasts or pussy whilst you are completing the assignment.

Pretty interesting huh? No. It just meant I was insane. Why did I accept this assignment? NHPS Rule #3. I'm not allowed to refuse if it’s in my limits. And what exactly happens if I screw up?

Should you cum even once during this assignment, the proscribed punishment for cumming will be to stuff yourself with your largest butt plug and vibrator as soon as you wake up on the following day. You will also put on your butterfly clitoral stimulator. Both the vibrator and stimulator will be turned to maximum and you have to endure the sensations until you've cum five times. Once you've cum five times you will apply a generous dollop of Icy Hot cream to your clit and then turn on both the vibrator and the clitoral stimulator again. Repeat this process (five orgasms, icy hot, then five orgasms) for the entire day until you go to bed. You may only turn off the vibes when you eat meals with your family. Should you cum more than once during the assignment, each cum earns you an additional full day of this punishment.

To be honest, things started off okay. I usually get up around 5:30am, get dressed, and head out to the barn. I’ve got animals to feed, things to check, Mom’s silly little garden to water… it takes about two hours and by seven in the morning I’m starving and ready for breakfast. Today was pretty much like any other day, including the fact that I was walking around stuffed with a nine inch long four inch thick rubber cock. Why? Sigh…. NHPS Rule #1. A NHPS should keep her pussy stuffed at all times, preferably with cock. If cock is not available the NHPS should stuff herself with whatever sextoys and/or objects are available. I’d been alternating and I even asked Master Barrett which one he’d prefer for today. So when I got up, guess what I did? Took out the ben wa balls and stuffed myself with a rubber dildo. It wasn’t part of the assignment. It just was.

But being stuffed like that makes me wet and horny. I usually masturbate at least four times a day, and that’s WITHOUT crazy sex assignments. There are times I just stop, reach down between my legs, and pump or finger or rub frantically, explode, and then keep doing what I was doing. It’s not easy, trust me. Being a NHPS is more difficult than it sounds.

Or maybe it isn’t. I don’t know.

After breakfast, I went upstairs and lay down on my bed. The first thing that crossed my mind was to cheat. No, I wouldn’t EVER lie about an assignment and claim one thing happened that didn’t, but I’m not above tipping the balance in my favor, so I unzipped my jeans, pulled up my button up shirt, and proceeded to rapidly and rather violently make myself cum… several times. At around 8:30 or so I was pretty well sated, a warm glow that no doubt came from endorphin overload had settled over me, and I was feeling pretty confident that I would be able to handle Master Barrett’s eight hour long denial torment.

I got my clothes back in order, slipped on my boots (cowboy today, for easy off and on), and headed out to the barn with my tube of soluble IcyHot substitute in my back pocket. I got the tractor out and began getting the mower attached, but had to pause momentarily at eight am to lean against one of the huge rear tires, unzip my jeans, shove them down, and bring myself as close to orgasm as possible.

It’s called “edging”, or that’s what I think. One of the blogs I follow, Agonizing Abstinence, which you can find a link to in the right side column calls it that. It’s very simple really. The girl in question rubs herself until she’s right at the edge of cumming. Then she stops. It’s about will power. It’s about strength. It’s about mind over matter.

It’s about trying to do something terribly unnatural and so difficult that I’m amazed anyone can do it.

But I managed. It almost got away from me, but I did it. Part of the problem was that I was using the Husky dildo to help with the “edging”. I’m not sure about you, but having a nine inch cock slipping rapidly in and oat of your body is terribly stimulating, even if you’ve already exploded a bunch of times.

Stopping was no doubt the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I rammed the husky dildo home (or deep depending on your point of view) and then yanked my pants up, zipping and buckling them before I came. Then, with my forehead firmly pressed to the tire, I spent a few minutes recovering before finishing the attachments and getting up into the driver’s seat. I pulled out a few minutes later, but only made it two or three fields away from the barn when I had to stop the tractor, unzip my pants, fully extract the Husky dildo (the thing’s balls were in the way) and apply a generous dollop of my muscle cream to my clit.

OMG. My clit was already sensitive. I was already a bit desperate. And to be honest, I hadn’t realized that driving the tractor while wearing my Husky dildo was going to be so…um… intensifying. I should have of course. I’ve done it before. I clenched one hand around the sodden rubber dildo and the other around the steering wheel as my pussy contracted and spasmed. Then, knowing I needed to get a move on, I pushed the Husky Dildo back in.

And came.

Yes, I came when I WASN’T masturbating. My body shook, my pussy locked down on that damn dildo, and I let out a shuddering wail that no doubt startled the few jackalopes and prairie dogs that were watching the strange human girl shoving a large rubber cock into her pussy.

A wash of emotion flooded through me. Oh SHIT! I thought. I WASN’T ALLOWED TO CUM! I almost cried with the thought of what I was going to be enduring tomorrow. I’m not built for constant stimulation of that sort of intensity. Worse, that orgasm wasn’t the gut wrenching toe curling explosion that has you gasping and exhausted, but the kind that happens suddenly, and that doesn’t really give you relief. I love it when GUYS have those kinds of orgasms. Their cocks are still nice and firm and suckable and fuckable after they explode and you can make them orgasm a second time. It’s rare for them, but fun. For me however, I was still hovering on the edge, despite already screwing up, earning myself a day’s worth of vibrator hell.

Trembling, I zipped my jeans up, ignored the still burning cream on my clit, and concentrated on driving. By the time I made it to the southwest field and began mowing, it was practically time to masturbate again and I knew that I was so close that I had to be really careful. I stopped the tractor again, pushed my jeans and panties down, made a few rather slow and careful thrusts with the dildo, and grazed my clit a few times with my finger. Yes, I almost came, but to be honest, I was a little careful. Imagine approaching the edge of a cliff. The first time I did it, my toes hung out over the orgasmic abyss and I looked down into ecstasy. This time I stayed a foot back and enjoyed the view. It wasn’t as dangerous, but I knew the edge was crumbling and that it would be really easy to fall.

I managed. Again. I took a few deep breaths, and then resolutely thought of something very non-sexual. I forget what it was, but I got my mind straight, despite the physical demands my pussy was making, and I started mowing. By ten thirty I had ALMOST got my libido down to nothing more than this wet throbbing remotely centered around the rubber rod I was impaled on. I checked my watch, stopped the tractor, unzipped my pants… again… and dabbed a little cream on my clit. I didn’t pull the dildo out all the way, just enough to give me access. And even that little movement made my need flare up like a fire with gasoline poured on it. I got the dildo back in place and squeezed it as tight as possible. Had that been a real boy’s cock, he would have been seriously feeling it. But clenching every muscle had its benefits. Control. I managed NOT to orgasm and got the tractor started back up again. I didn’t bother to pull my pants back up, or even zip them. It was getting annoying pulling them on and off so often.



Tractor vibrations plus large rubber dildo are not what I call “easy to deal with”. I should have realized that the Husky Dildo was going to drive me crazy. Every bump seemed to force the thing deeper into my hole. I could literally feel it fucking me in time with the jouncing bouncing tractor ride. In hindsight, I knew about this. I’ve driven the tractor while stuffed with the Husky Dildo. And I seem to recall talking with Master Barrett about my plans for Monday. I’m hesitant to accuse him of this, but it’s entirely possible that he ALSO remembered that I have trouble just RIDING the TRACTOR while STUFFED with my DILDO.

So when I stopped for the fourth time that morning, right around eleven o’clock, I was shuddering in desperation. My jeans were down by my knees and I lifted my ass off the seat to pull my panties down. They were soaked. It was hot outside. I was perspiring, and of course my pussy was so wet that I could have watered a garden. I leaned back in the seat, reached down between my legs, felt the tingling of my clit, grabbed the husky dildo, and attempted, attempted mind you, to bring myself to the edge.

If orgasm is a cliff, I didn’t stand at the edge. I ran as fast as I could and fucking JUMPED. Sure, I didn’t MEAN too. But I was just so horny that the edge crept up on me faster than I expected. And this orgasm was much better than the last two. It rocked me, partly because my mind was already recognizing that I’d be suffering vibrator hell for a second day.

I didn’t pull my jeans or panties back up. In fact, I kicked off my boots, tugged everything off, and then put my boots back on. My panties and jeans were already soaked and I just couldn’t bear to put them back on. I think this was probably the stupidest thing I did all day.

Now I was soaking the seat directly and the base of my Husky dildo was firmly pressed to the vinyl. Despite my release, I felt, rather intensely, the vibrations of the engine. I’m not saying that the tractor turned my dildo into a vibrator, but it came about as close as possible to it. By eleven thirty I was feeling it again, and to be honest, was grateful that I was apply my cream, rather than masturbating to the edge again.

This time however, I put just a tad bit too much Icy Hot substitute on my clit, because the high moisture level, combined with directly sunlight, perspiration, and a whole lot of pussy juice caused that little dollop to tingle my clit and then SLIDE down my slit until it actually entered my hole. Granted, it was just a little bit, but my GOD it burned. My hands were down there trying to wipe it off, out, and only succeeding in spreading it around. My hips were churning like mad, but the sting of it kept me from orgasming. It was about fifteen minutes before I was able to continue. Mowing the southwest field was taking an awfully long time.

At twelve, I masturbated again. This time I was even more cautious. My pussy was still tingling from the heat of the cream and so I danced within shouting distance of the edge, then quickly stopped and made a conscious effort to get back into my jeans and panties. Both were dry, thanks to the oppressive heat, and I disengaged the mower and headed back to the house.

Twenty minutes later I was relaxing in the cool atmosphere of our kitchen, eating ham and swiss with spinach leaves and carrots on the side. I love sandwiches. Of course, as soon as I had gotten home I rushed upstairs, applied another tiny dab of muscle cream to my clit, and then gritted my teeth as I changed my clothes. I was soaked and dusty. What I really needed was a bath, but considering that I still had half the field to mow, it didn’t make sense to do that. Then I headed back downstairs and ate.

Lunch took me past the one o’clock top of the hour, and I didn’t manage to get back out to the tractor before one fifteen or so. As soon as I was out of sight, I stopped the tractor, shucked out of my jeans and panties, and masturbated again. It was another close one. This time however I did a better job stopping near the edge. Granted, it was close, but I leaned out over the abyss and looked down. You’d be proud of me. I knew that I wasn’t going to do more than two days of vibrator hell.

I drove for about fifteen more minutes, my pussy was once again talking to me. It was saying “Breanne! Hey Bre! Hey! Make this dildo go in and out would ya? I’m so close!” Don’t get me wrong, I rarely anthropomorphize my sexual organs. Guys, I am told, do it all the time. How is Sammy by the way? Makes me think of Rodney Carrington’s “Dear Penis” song. Anyway, to reward my talking pussy I dabbed a bit more cream on my clit, just enough to tingle and heat me, but not enough to set my entire slit on fire again. I made it through, despite the half thrust caused by putting the dildo back in to its full depth, and drove for another fifteen minutes.

At two, I pulled over again and managed about three full length thrusts before I clamped down, grunting in an attempt to stop it. Metaphorically I was sliding toward the edge of the cliff, my fingers scrabbling in the dirt, my legs already swinging over the abyss. I caught myself, barely, and despite the urge to just let go, I grabbed hold of whatever I could and dragged myself back. It was terribly hard to do. I sat there for almost a full five minutes just recovering. My pussy throbbed. I was so close, so ready, so needy.

I started up the tractor and managed two more rows before I came again.

By the time I had stopped reeling it was 2:30pm and my fingers shook as I squeezed another little dab of Icy Hot onto my clit. My hips seemed to do this little jerky dance and my tormented and tortured pussy did some very strange muscle contractions around the Husky dildo. They felt good, but weird too. I guess I wasn’t built for this. Or maybe I am. What do you think?

I managed to get it in gear, both my body and my tractor and we started up again. A quick glance at my watch told me that I was on the last two hours. At three o’clock I took a deep breath and reached down between my legs. I grabbed the dildo and pumped it hard and rapidly for about ten thrusts, then pushed it as deep and as hard as I could. Then I dealt with the muscle spasms that started between my legs and shot up through my stomach all the way to my throat. I even hunched over in the seat. My hips churned, but I managed again. I didn’t explode. A bit later I was almost finished with the field and I pulled over again to anoint my clit with what was becoming a little less effective. Don’t get me wrong, I love the tingling sensation that comes with the Icy Hot substitute, but I don’t think it was meant for long term repeated application. Sure, I still felt the tingle, but it wasn’t anywhere near as intense as it had been at nine thirty that morning. So with just a few more strands of straw applied to my already strained libido, I finished up the southwest field and headed for home.

I managed to get back to the barn right before four o’clock, which was good for me. I thought that the new environment and not having to ride the tractor would grant me a bit more control. I moved over to one of the hay bales, tugged down my jeans and panties (I had put them back on when I got close to the house and barn) and very slowly, very sensuously began moving the Husky dildo in and out. It felt incredible. I was relaxed, leaning back almost on my back, in the shade, cooler. I slipped one hand into my shirt, unbuttoning the front just a tad so that I could work my other hand into my bra. A few delicate pinches here and there had me at the edge in seconds and I paused, just for a second. I was still a few inches away from the abyss and I thought another two or three thrusts would do it… would have my toes dangling. That’s what Master Barrett wants.

My judgment is not so good. Two thrusts took me over the edge and the third thrust happened as I was falling. The fourth through twentieth thrusts (or however many it was) all happened while I plummeted into the orgasmic valley. I was so far gone that I didn’t even realize what I had done until I extracted the rubber cock from between my legs. I was sore, tender, more than satisfied, and luxuriating in the afterglow. I guess I laid there with a stupid smile on my face for almost ten minutes before it suddenly dawned on me that there was a cost. A major one. A cost that I am not terribly happy about paying.

I sat up, took my clothes and dildo outside to the back of the barn and quickly hosed off. The cold water felt delicious on my clit and slit, cool, refreshing, and sweet. I sluiced the water off as best as I could, then headed back into the barn. I checked my watch. 4:30pm. Time for another dose of Icy Hot.

Maybe it was the water. I don’t know, but the Icy Hot stung again… a lot. I grit my teeth however and just took it. I was so close to five o’clock. Just one more masturbation to go.

I puttered then. Sure, I restuffed my pussy with the dildo. NHPS rule #1, remember? But I’ve been getting somewhat used to walking around with a nine inch long four inch thick rubber cock shoved up inside me. I cleaned a few things up, hosed down the mower, put everything away, and then it was time. Five o’clock. All done.

Not quite. I knew that I needed to masturbate one more time. I collapsed in another pile of hay, the little strands pricking my bare bottom. My jeans, panties, and boots were all in a pile on the floor and I reached down between my legs. Control control control, was the only word going through my mind as I began to pump the dildo in and out. My pussy was tight, and definitely enjoying the sensation, but no where near close to the insanity of before. I felt the wave building, rising to the surface, and just before it crested, I stopped, left the dildo alone, concentrated on breathing, and then got dressed. My pussy ached, it cried out for release, but I ignored it. I was finished. My mind wandered over what would be happening the following day, and this did NOTHING to help my sexual condition. I went back to the house, headed upstairs, stripped naked, got in the shower, grabbed the Husky dildo…

Hey! It was AFTER five. That one didn’t count! I hope…

So that’s it. Four fucking orgasms and now I’m screwed. I hope Master Barrett allows me to break up the punishment days. I’m not sure I can handle four days in a row. In fact, I’m not sure I can handle even one day. We’ll see tomorrow. I’m just not sure how bad this will actually be.

Writing this out has had some side effects. Of course, I’m sitting here stuffed. Not with the husky…I’m too sore for that monster. I’ve got my vibro balls in me and too be honest, I turned them on a few times. I’m going to go masturbate now and think about tomorrow’s torment. Tomorrow’s punishment.

Tomorrow’s orgasms.

Love ya’ll!

Breanne

Making it Official: Hard At Work

I've been sort of on break this week, so no assignments... sorry everyone. That said, Master Barrett and I have been doing a little bit of chatting, ostensibly hammering out the details of another assignment. It was a hard one to get all the details set up right, especially since I don't handle denial all that well. So what's coming? Oh, boy...

Hard At Work - (Assigned by Master Barrett) So your assignment is whilst wearing your usual work clothes (Blue jeans, a thick cotton long sleeve shirt, bra, panties, socks and work boots) you are to complete the following: From 9am to 5pm at the bottom of every hour you are to masturbate using any method you like until you are right on the verge of cumming and then stop, replacing any clothing you have removed. At the top of every hour you are to quickly apply a coating of Icy Hot to your breasts and pussy (no playing with yourself!) again replacing any clothing afterward. Aside from these two exceptions you are not to touch your breasts or pussy whilst you are completing the assignment.

Pretty interesting huh? Yeah. Just what I thought. Right along with "oh shit another denial assignment." Why do I get these? Even more strange, why do I accept them? Oh yeah. NHPS Rule #3. I'm not allowed to refuse if its in my limits. Right. So what happens to me if I cum?

Should you cum even once during this assignment, the proscribed punishment for cumming will be to stuff yourself with your largest butt plug and vibrator as soon as you wake up on the following day. You will also put on your butterfly clitoral stimulator. Both the vibrator and stimulator will be turned to maximum and you have to endure the sensations until you've cum five times. Once you've cum five times you will apply a generous dollop of Icy Hot cream to your clit and then turn on both the vibrator and the clitoral stimulator again. Repeat this process (five orgasms, icy hot, then five orgasms) for the entire day until you go to bed. You may only turn off the vibes when you eat meals with your family. Should you cum more than once during the assignment, each cum earns you an additional full day of this punishment.

Okay, now that sounds really terrible. I can't even begin to imagine how much that is going to stress me. Talk about incentive not to cum. Don't cum or you'll spend the following day with your crotch painfully tormented by small electric engines at full power... yeah fun. I'm dreading this whole thing. So when am I going to do to this? Not quite sure yet, but it IS the next assignment. Officially. So you can stop harassing me now Master Barrett. It's on the books.
Personally, I'm thinking I'll cum twice. Not on purpose, but just... this one will be SO hard.

Amazing Shoes

I bumped into these at HellFire Caves forum. I think I'll make a pair for my sub jenni. We should probably force Breanne into a pair as well.

Sasha Grey Anal Drilled & Facialed In Extreme Threesome - Threesomes - StileProject.com

There was an absolutely great scene where Sasha drives to her new mistress naked...except for collar and cuffs. I couldn't help thinking of Breanne...

This is a long one... over 30 minutes... so enjoy.

Sasha Grey Anal Drilled & Facialed In Extreme Threesome - Threesomes - StileProject.com

Weekend Special Assignment 08/14/10

This assignment is no longer available on Michael Alexander's BDSM Blog and can be found in Breanne's Daily Assignment Archive in the VIP Lounge of Michael Alexander Stories.

I Blame Michael Alexander...

Once again I find myself asking mandy from Hellfire Caves if I can post one of her little adventures... I hope you find it as delightful as I did. I found this under the thread "I Blame Michael Alexander". I hope everyone blames me from now on!

Dear Mac,

I have no one else I can share this with ~ so...........(I'm thinking about posting it maybe ~ just waiting for the embarrassment factor to settle). I swear this is 100% true.

What happens when a fantasy becomes real?

This morning after my shower, I'm clean and naked, doing my girly routine ~ cream on my face and body (and maybe my hands lingered too long on my breasts), spraying scent lightly on my body, enjoying the breeze from the fan drying my body and the scent of early morning in the air. Can I help it if my mind wandered to a fantasy of Mac bringing in two men, telling me to show off my pussy as he is forcing my legs apart and touching my pussy?

I live in a large house back from the road (about 500 yards) and no neighbors close by so my windows are always open because I like waking up naturally to the sunshine. My husband was still home because we need a new roof and the roofer was coming to give an estimate.

Back in my bedroom I'm thinking of a post by [Michael Alexander] about quickies and figured well who would know. I get my wonderful chi and lay down on my bed naked. I close my eyes and imagine Mac showing me off to his friends and I am instantly aroused. My hands travel from my breasts to my pussy lips which I spread in anticipation of my chi. Turning it on, the buzzing fills the room and my ears (but I know can't be heard out side my bedroom as we have very heavy oak doors) and as soon as the head touches my clit I know orgasm is only minutes away.

I move the chi to the best spot and press down hard letting the intense feeling flow through me. MY back arches and legs point out as I am imagining Mac saying come my slut show my friends what a lovely whore you are. At this moment I open my eyes to find a the roofer watching my show. Helpless to stop I cum so hard I feel my pussy squirt (maybe because this IS my fantasy come true?). I couldn't even scream because I was so breathless but quickly covered up with a sheet. He stood there for another minute and then gave me a thumbs up and a wicked grin.

My humiliation will be complete when he comes back in a couple weeks to work on the roof. Meanwhile I will be worrying if he will say anything? I am hoping he will be too ashamed of himself for watching that he not dare tell a soul. What do you think? Of course my perverted mind is thinking ahead to him telling me he will keep it a secret if I give him a good blow job.....

Quite a morning for me -huh?
love, mandy

Assignment 08/12/2010

Assignment 08/12/2010:

Breanne: The night before you do this assignment you will take your padlock key and attach it to both ends of a four foot long piece of string. Place it in a small paper cup full of water. You will freeze it overnight. The next day you will dress in a skirt and a tee shirt, no bra or panties. You will take your vibroballs, your butterfly stimulator, your Japanese Clover nipple clamps, your wrist cuffs, padlock and frozen key (in a cooler) and select a location where you are within twenty feet of a road by a telephone pole. Once you have arrived, you will remove your shirt. You will insert the vibro balls into your pussy and then attach the clitoral stimulator in its appropriate spot. Put the controller for the vibroballs in to the pocket or waistband of your skirt. Put on your wrist cuffs. Hang, but do not lock, the padlock on your cuffs. Remove the key from the cooler and hang it on your neck with the key in the small of your back. Take clover clamps, attach one clamp to your nipple and run the chain around the telephone pole. Clamp the other nipple. Now turn the vibroballs and stimulator to maximum. Put your hands behind your back and close the padlock.

Master Brandon

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Defining A NHPS

While the response to Breanne's "Rules of Nympho Humiliation Pain Sluts" has been very good, one dom brought up a very good point about Rule #2, and how the "anyone, anywhere" aspect of that rule is a bit extreme. I asked Breanne to clarify how SHE views it. I got this response:

Michael, thanks for the question. I guess I'll need to break it down and post it too, but its pretty basic. First of all, there are a bunch of things we have to think of when we're defining a NHPS. What's a nympho? Well, its a girl with an abnormal or excessive sexual desire (okay I'm quoting from dictionary.com, but you get the point, right?). For me, it means I usually don't say no. I have before, but its not usual. The humiliation part is pretty simple. The girl gets turned on from being humiliated. Now granted, this can come (like the pun?) in a lot of different ways, whether its from being used somehow in public (like what I like) or being made into a doggie and being forced to eat from a bowl (which is just not my thing.) Either way, this and the previous definition handle the anywhere, anyone thing in Rule #2. But since I'm doing definitions, let's keep going.

The pain part of being a NHPS is also pretty easy to explain. Pain turns me on, but it has to be sexual pain. If you come over and break my arm I'm not going to like it. But if you come over, tie me spreadeagled to the hood of my car and then pussy whip me, I'll cum. Lots. Um... can you come over? Even better, come over, tie me to the hood of the car naked, drive me around once, THEN whip me and I'll explode like a bomb! Okay, what is a slut? I didn't like the definition provided so this made me think. A slut is a girl who is easy right? Constantly letting guys screw her? I think I qualify. It goes hand in hand with the first part, though you can be a nymphomaniac without being a slut. (That's why there are two words!) I also think that there is a difference between being a prostitute and a slut. Prostitutes get paid for it. Sluts do it for the fun.

There aren't many NHPSes out there in the world. Maybe a few HPSes, or NHSes, or even just HPs. But me? I'm a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut. And I like it. I'd also like to point out that I don't have a permanent master I have to be loyal too! Free spirit! Woooooo.

Hope that clears everything up! Tell Jenni hi!

Breanne's viewpoints are always intriguing. And as the top picture suggests, Breanne may not be the only NHPS out there.

Rules For NHPS

Sometimes life gets a little complicated, you know? Case in point? This Saturday. Talk about teetering on the edge of disaster. Sure, I got away with it, but whose to say I will again? But hey, I guess I shouldn’t start at the end of the story. I guess I should start at the beginning.

First of all, I took last week off. Sorry about that, but that week long rope punishment from Master Brandon, coupled with Mistress Ellen’s truck stop travel, and then Master Brandon’s punishment assignment, along with constantly being stuffed with ben wa balls was just a little more than my poor pussy could handle. To be honest, I NEEDED a break. For several days my poor clit was so sore that just THINKING about sex made me hurt, which wasn’t too bad, but I need to be turned on BEFORE the pain hits in order for me to get all sexually excited.

In any case, I took a break.

For a while.

Okay, not that long.

And I was still working. Michael doesn’t pay me to sit around and do nothing. A while ago he asked me to quantify a few things: specifically what it takes to be a nympho humiliation pain slut. What are the rules? Well I worked on those. Sure, I got some insight from a couple of the various doms and dommes that I chit chat with, and I hammered out five rules that seem to exemplify exactly what it means to be a NHPS.

#1 A NHPS should keep her pussy stuffed at all times, preferably with cock. If cock is not available, the NHPS should stuff herself with whatever objects/toys are available in order to keep herself sexually aroused and ready.

This rule was easily established, and to be honest, against my better judgment. Being constantly stuffed has its drawbacks (especially from a medical perspective), but I went along with it in the end. Didn’t really have much choice. In a lot of ways though, being stuffed is EXACTLY what being a NHPS is all about! So while still trying to be healthy, having some sort of sex toy, or cock inside me is pretty much a constant now.

#2 A NHPS must be ready and able to endure a painful punishment/torture at anytime, for anyone, for any reason.

Well duh. Of course a NHPS has to be ready for this. That’s what the “pain” part of the title means. It means submitting even when you know it’s going to hurt. I seem to do that pretty well.

#3 A NHPS is not allowed to refuse to perform a sexual act that is within her prescribed limits.

What sub is? I’m not sure where this rule came from, but evidently I’ve been a little selective about my assignments, and/or my negotiations about those assignments. One or two of my various online doms felt that I’ve been a bit argumentative. So they included this little gem to stop my whining. Hmmpph.

#4 A NHPS should always dress provocatively so that she can be recognized as a slut, yet dress according to the requirements of her masters and mistresses.

I already have enough trouble with my parents about the way I dress. “Your shorts are too tight!” or “that collar is too low!” or “why aren’t you wearing a bra?” seems to be common phrases in my house, usually from my mom. Dad just looks at me, shakes his head, and ignores it. One of these days I swear I’m going to walk out naked just to see what happens. But yes, I understand. It means if I’m out and about, I need to look like a NHPS. Lots of skin or curves showing, looking like I’m a street hooker with no compunction about giving out freebees, right?

#5 A NHPS must maintain her physical appearance (fit, shaved, and flexible) in order to be tied or used in whatever position her betters require.

This was another one of those rules that seemed to require a bit of wrangling. What exactly does physical appearance mean? Okay, sure, I’m healthy, thin, a bit willowy. Even pretty flexible. But shaved? I mean yes, I shave, but do we want to actually make that a requirement? Well, finally through majority rule, it was added. So there you have it. Shaved, thin, and flexible. What more do you want?

Now as you can well imagine, the moment I finished establishing these rules, a few of the online doms I had been discussing them with felt that I needed to follow rule number one immediately, regardless of whether my clit and pussy were still recovering from a week’s worth of rope burn. So last Monday I put in my ben wa balls, slowly adding sexual tension to my soreness. This led to sexual need, which of course led to masturbation. Do you have any idea how hard it is to masturbate when your clit hurts? I was in a Catch 22 situation. Masturbating made me want to cum. To cum I needed to rub and pinch my clit. Rubbing my clit hurt. Hurt excited me even more and pushed me to the edge. I would cum, which made my clit hurt, which made me want to masturbate.

After two days of ben wa balls I switched toys. Wednesday was spent stuffed with my husky dildo. That worked out well. Instead of driving me crazy while walking, it drove me crazy while sitting. And let me tell you, having a nine inch long four inch wide rubber cock rammed up inside you all day is not easy. I’m pretty sure I waddled a bit. And I still managed to masturbate three times, once out in the barn when I just pulled down my shorts and went at it with the dildo.

The following day I stuffed myself with my vibro balls, tucked the controller into my shorts pocket, and did very well. I only turned it on when I wanted to masturbate and cum and was very pleased with the results. I think all in all I followed (and still am following) NHPS Rule #1 quite well.
That was last week. Now I’ve gotten into a sort of pattern. Ben wa balls, husky dildo, vibroballs, husky dildo, and then back to the ben wa balls. So, on Saturday afternoon, right after lunch, I was sitting at my desk, stuffed with my vibroballs, when I logged on to my private messenger account and checked my email.

It’s rare for me to get on and not have SOMEONE I know online. As usual, Master Barrett was doing his thing and he immediately contacted me to find out how I was doing. I told him about taking a week off from assignments, but was ready to jump back into the water after Sunday. He asked about NHPS Rule #1 of course and I told him about my vibro balls. I was quietly praised for that. I got grilled on what I was wearing: barefoot, blue denim shorts, white cotton panties, blue tee shirt, white bra. Oh yeah, and stuffed with vibro balls. Master Barrett wanted to torment me for a bit, to make me squirm and no doubt beg.

But unfortunately, I had to go. I promised my dad that I’d drive him to the hardware store and the clock was ticking down. I explained the situation to Master Barrett who was very understanding.

“Punish yourself by making yourself cum by snapping a rubber band against your clit before you go to bed tonight,” he ordered me. If you recall NHPS Rule # 2, I had to be ready for this, and NHPS Rule #3 states I’m not allowed to refuse.

And before I could even respond “and turn those vibroballs on low until then. Can’t have you being too comfortable. You’ll get spoiled and lazy.”

I’m afraid I wasn’t too polite in response. “um…I’m about to go drive my dad to the fucking hardware store and you want the damn vibroballs ON?”

“Yeah. Only on low.”

“For how long?” I asked.

“Till you do the rubber band thing. And no doing it now. Do it AFTER you get back,” Master Barrett replied.

Well damn.

We hashed out a few more minor issues like whether I could masturbate and blah blah blah and then my dad was calling for me to cum along. Oh. I mean COME along.

The control box was in my pocket. I bid adios to Master Barrett, reach down, and with a deep breath turned the vibroballs to low.

I felt the shaking immediately, and I was pretty sure I could hear it too. There was this faint background noise, a slight buzz, that seemed to emanate from between my legs, muffled by soft warm wet flesh. Standing up, I grabbed my flip flops, straightened my tee shirt, smoothed down my shorts, and headed out the door.

I passed my dad at almost a dead run, mostly because I didn’t want him to hear the slight buzzing noise. I made a pretense of getting the truck started, air conditioner on high (it helps that it was like ninety-eight degrees outside), and even turned on the radio. When he finally limped over to the passenger door, I came around to help him and wasn’t worried about whether he could hear the small earthquake slowly stimulating me into sexual urgency.

My dad was hurt in a car accident about three years ago, right before I graduated from college. That’s why I live with my parents. I run the farm. Dad can’t drive and can barely walk. Between the settlement and the fact that the farm is productive, money isn’t an issue, but I think my dad would much prefer to be ambulatory again. Sure, he can move, but it’s a long laborious process. And he refuses to use a wheel chair. He’s got a complicated cane/walker support that he uses, and I tossed this into the bed of the truck as soon as he was in the truck.

Anyway, with my pussy pulsing, I got in the car and headed for our local Home Depot.

Dad and I chatted a bit. Obviously nothing sexual. And I was about to take the exit toward the home improvement giant when my dad told me to keep going. I looked at him confused but went along. He gave me a few more directions and explained he needed something a bit more unusual from the hardware store and that it was unlikely Home Depot would have it.

Uh. Okay.

Within minutes a dreadful suspicion started building inside me and that suspicion turned to a stomach clenching version of “oh shit!” as I realized where we were going. My heart sank and my guts roiled as dad directed me toward a familiar building with a gravel parking lot. I pulled my truck up to the side of the store, exactly where I had parked it almost four months earlier. I considered my options. Wait in the truck? No…dad would need me to help him in and out, and he would take forever. He likes browsing stores like this. It wouldn’t be a quick trip. With my mind still racing and my pussy starting to tighten around the vibroballs buzzing inside, I moved around to the other side of the truck and got my dad’s walker out. The noise of traffic was enough to keep dad from hearing my little toy. Together we shuffled out of the baking heat and into the cool air conditioned interior of the hardware store.

I like hardware stores. Oh, not because I’m a tomboy or anything, but because my perverted mind is always dreaming up new things to do with the stuff I find there. To a NHPS, a hardware store is just a giant toybox of goodies. I could spend hours in a hardware store, especially if I could try out the more interesting things.

However, going with your dad doesn’t exactly make for a good time. When we walked in I breathed a sigh of relief as the clerk looked at me and we didn’t recognize each other. Talk about relief.

Why was I relieved? Because back in April I had done something rather stupid. After parking my truck in the lot of this very hardware store, I had stripped naked, climbed into the bed of my truck, laid down spread-eagled, and masturbated until I came. Oh Sorry. That wasn’t the stupid part. The stupid part was realizing that I had locked my keys in fucking truck. I had wrapped an old furniture padding quilt around my naked body and gone into the hardware store to ask them to call a locksmith. In the end, getting into my truck hadn’t cost me a penny, but it had exposed me to Mike, the manager, who had not only gotten to see me repeat my “in the bed” masturbation, but had also gotten a free blowjob afterward for being such a white knight.

In other words, at this hardware store, even though I was currently mild-mannered Breanne visiting with her dad”, I could easily be recognized as “Breanne, the Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut who masturbates naked in the bed of her truck and gives free blowjobs.”

It was quiet inside and I quickly moved some distance away from my father as the loss of background noise made my own little sexual torment a little more noticeable. I gave my dad a little wave and a smile and told him I was going to browse. He nodded and shrugged and then wandered off down one of the aisles. I did too, moving toward the back of the store where I would be least likely to encounter someone.

I spent maybe ten minutes slowly moving up and down the aisles, occasionally crossing the far back aisle to check on my dad. He was having the time of his life, examining lit bits of god knows what. He doesn’t get out often. Give him a break. Uh… I mean, some slack. He’s already had more breaks than he can handle.

Anyway, I had wandered into the nuts and bolts section and was actually finding a few intriguing large scale bolts when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around me. One went across my breasts, fingers scrabbling at my shirt and bra encased nipple, while the other went down to my crotch, rubbing my clit through my shorts and panties. I stiffened and was about to shout and drive my elbow into my attacker, when I recognized his voice.

“Hi, Breanne! How’s my favorite cocksucking nympho humiliation pain slut?” Mike’s voice said softly.

Back in April, I had left the website address written on a small pad of paper in his office. Evidently Mike is a reader. (Hi Mike! Hope you’re enjoying this!) In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to make such a deal out of being a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut, because it’s sort of become synonymous with my name. It's like my professional title or something.

I groaned softly as he gave me a squeeze, his fingers stroking my pussy through my shorts. Instantly, my sexual needs quotient skyrocketed and I would have gladly fucked my way through just about anyone to get to a decent climax. Mike let me go and gave me a grin as I turned and faced him.

“Looking for something to fill that soft pussy of yours?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

I shook my head. “Actually I’ve already got it filled with my vibroballs. Besides, I’m here with my dad.”

Mike’s eyes widened, though I’m not sure if it was the revelation of my stuffed vagina, or that I was doing that with my dad present. He eye fucked me then, though his target wasn’t sexual. His fingers went out and found the controller stuck into my pocket. Gingerly, he extracted it from my shorts, the long black wire disappearing into the waistband of my shorts.

“Why is it on low?” he asked.

I gave him a rueful grin. “I’m not allowed to touch them. Besides, I’m not supposed to be cumming every five minutes. It’s slow torture. Any louder and my dad might hear it.”

“Wouldn’t that be a shame.” Mike grinned and thumbed the dial to maximum. I felt the vibro balls roar to life and I trembled a bit as my pussy tightened dramatically around the now clearly audible humming coming from my sex.

He tucked the controller back into my shorts. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if dad hears that?” he said diabolically. “Want me to turn it back down to low?” he asked.

I nodded, feeling the first urges to start pumping my hips.

“It’ll cost you,” he replied. “Another stellar blowjob.”

“Fine. Anything!” I gasped.

Mike grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back of the store. I remembered the way, glancing around, hoping my dad wasn’t somewhere close by. He wasn’t and Mike and I disappeared into the manager’s office. He locked the door and was unbuckling his trousers before I even turned around. It was clear he had no intention of turning down the vibroballs until I sucked him off, so I immediately got on my knees and reached up to grab his cock.



I won’t bore you with the details. I’m a good cocksucker and it only took maybe ten to fifteen minutes of slurping, rubbing, sucking, licking, bobbing, and deep-throating before Mike exploded in my mouth for the second time, sending large streams of cum down my gullet. I swallowed dutifully. He didn’t taste bad either, which was nice. As Mike was sighing in pleasure and slowly getting his clothing in order, I stood up, my entire body trembling with desire as the vibro-balls continued their unholy and intense stimulation of my internal cavities. In other words, I was desperate and ready to cum.

“Turn it down now, please?” I begged him.

Mike reached around to his desk and opened one of the drawers. In his hands were three metal alligator clamps. None of them were chained together and I could see they were the cheap ones available here at the hardware store, rather than the more expensive sex toy kind.

“I’d be happy too, but these have to go on your nipples and clit first. It’s your punishment for not coming back to the store before this.”



I started to protest and then realized I was actually breaking NHPS Rule #2! I stopped mid-sentence and nodded. I reached up and tugged both my tee shirt and bra up, exposing my soft curves and hard nipples. Then I pushed my shorts and panties down to my knees.

Mike pinched open two of the clamps and I could see dull metal curved bumps along the edges. My breathing was coming in short little gasps as I neared orgasm and then Mike let the clamps slowly close on my nubs, each clamp biting from the underside and lying flat vertically from my nipple.

They hurt. Oh did they hurt. I gasped, my hands going to my breasts, pain shooting up my tits to my arms and even down to my pussy. Of course, that almost made me pop right then. Mike had to grab my arms and hold me as the initial agony receded into a dull throbbing ache.

Then he went to one knee and I felt his fingers sliding through my petals. When he reached my clit I gasped and he rubbed it slightly. My clit was already exposed, clearly extended outside the hood and he positioned the clamp above it. Then he let it close.

I screamed, loudly. I couldn’t help myself. I was just too sensitive, too tender, too close to cumming. He jumped to his feet and covered my mouth with his hand as I shook in orgasmic release, pain exploding between my legs, enhancing the primal needs of my pussy until I was humping his leg in sexual bliss.

After I came I slumped in his arms and I felt and heard the vibro-balls slow to their earlier pace. It didn’t matter. My orgasm had been so intense it would be at least thirty minutes before I felt anything close to a sexual need again. My nipples and clit throbbed, but it wasn’t unbearable. Mostly I felt like jelly. My legs seemed to be made of rubber and I just rested in Mike’s arms.

He helped me get my bra and shirt back down, ostensibly OVER the clamps; leaving little bumps underneath my tee shirt. It wasn’t obvious what was under the cotton, just curious. Then he pulled up my shorts, tucking the remote wire back into place, also leaving the clamp on my clit.

“You can have those. Leave them on till you cum again.” Mike said.

Oh goody. (Please note the sarcasm. Well YOU try driving home in a manual transmission truck with an alligator clip attached to YOUR genitals and nipples!)

Mike led me back out into the store and I quickly located my dad. His thirty minutes of uninterrupted browsing had netted him quite a haul and he had even discovered it was possible to hang one of those plastic shopping baskets on his walker. Cool huh?

Well, in the end I gave him a few more minutes while Mike hovered at the end of the aisle, surreptitiously glancing at me every few seconds. Finally my dad finished and we meandered toward the checkout. Mike followed.

I admit I was a little scared Mike was going to say something. My dad is not an idiot and even the most veiled remark would likely make my father think twice. But Mike was totally professional and the only thing he said was a very pointed and innuendo filled “I hope you cum back and see me some time. We have a great selection of screws that will fill any socket.”

Sigh.

Outside my dad and I made it back to the truck, and for once I was glad he was so slow. It was a bit painful to walk due to the clamp on my clit. Then, as I was helping him into the truck, he shook his head.

“I can’t believe that man said that!” he said.

I froze. Oh my god…

“Screws don’t go in sockets. Bolts go in sockets.”

If you are rolling your eyes, then you know EXACTLY what I was doing at that moment. If you’re laughing at me, then picture me sticking my tongue out at you.

I got behind the wheel, carefully, the buzzing and throbbing sensations coming from between my legs and the tips of my breasts just barely starting to reignite the heat I had been feeling previously. I pulled out and we headed home.

The drive back to the farm was uneventful, with the exception of the slow buildup of sexual want centered in the dark recesses of my pussy. Dad and I chatted about the farm, the animals, planting, harvesting…you know, all the fun stuff. I helped him out of the truck and back into the house, carrying his bag of goodies.

I went upstairs. I closed the door to my room, stripped off my shorts and panties, only to find the crotch of both soaked. A new surge of pain from the clamp on my clit caused my pussy to tighten and I was a bit more cautious with my shirt and bra. I lay down on my bed, my hand going to the large thick rubber band laying on my nightstand. I stretched it between my thumb and forefinger, grabbed the elastic and pulled, aiming my simple slingshot like toy directly at my clamped clit. I was sizzling with sexual need, wanting to masturbate. Master Barrett’s command was not to turn off the vibro-balls until I came. Mike ordered me to keep the clamps on until I came.

NHPS Rule #2 flashed through my mind: A NHPS must be ready and able to endure a painful punishment/torture at anytime, for anyone, for any reason.

My hand trembled as I pulled the rubber band outward.

I’m pretty sure you know what came next.

Next Assignment:

Breanne: The night before you do this assignment you will take your padlock key and attach it to both ends of a four foot long piece of string. Place it in a small paper cup full of water. You will freeze it overnight. The next day you will dress in a skirt and a tee shirt, no bra or panties. You will take your vibroballs, your butterfly stimulator, your Japanese Clover nipple clamps, your wrist cuffs, padlock and frozen key (in a cooler) and select a location where you are within twenty feet of a road by a telephone pole. Once you have arrived, you will remove your shirt. You will insert the vibro balls into your pussy and then attach the clitoral stimulator in its appropriate spot. Put the controller for the vibroballs in to the pocket or waistband of your skirt. Put on your wrist cuffs. Hang, but do not lock, the padlock on your cuffs. Remove the key from the cooler and hang it on your neck with the key in the small of your back. Take clover clamps, attach one clamp to your nipple and run the chain around the telephone pole. Clamp the other nipple. Now turn the vibroballs and stimulator to maximum. Put your hands behind your back and close the padlock.

Master Brandon

Birthday Spankings

I came in to find her on the bed, totally naked, on her knees, legs spread, hands on her thighs, palms up...and she had been that way for a while. I knew because she was having difficulty maintaining the position thanks to the vibroballs she had placed inside herself, on maximum, and the incredibly tight nipple clamps that were biting down on her nipples. I left her there while I undressed, slowly. Then I got out our paddle. Birthday spanks. Right? I ordered her to all fours, the chain between her nipples hanging down, swaying slightly. Then I began the strokes. I was celebrating my thirty fifth birthday. She begged me to allow her to cum at eighteen. I relented at twenty two, but only after she agreed to take an additional ten strokes of the sap directly to her pussy.

I ALWAYS make my sub "purchase" orgasms. Her rear end was a bright red when we reached thirty five and she was almost as red in the face. She was also close to another orgasm. I flipped her over, not even bothering to order her, and spread her legs, bending the knees outward so her pussy was totally exposed and her inner thighs, white, pure, and perfect, were ready for me. I traded the paddle for my sap, a thin small leather tool, and I didn't hesitate, swinging with sharp, hard, fast beats. I don't like gagging my sub. I like to hear her cries of agony and pleasure. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, chest heaving, the clamps rising and falling like ships perched atop stormy sea swells. I aimed for her clit with the tenth stroke and she let out a piercing cry, her composure cracking, her legs trembling even as she struggled to stay in position. I yanked the vibroballs out and tossed them aside, ignoring the buzzing sound.

Then I mounted her, plunging myself deeply into her well done, well sauced body. She wrapped herself around me even as I began thrusting. I grabbed the chain connecting the clamps in my teeth and pulled and she suddenly stiffened, the expression on her face even more exquisite than before. She grit her teeth, unable to control her response as my movements drove her over the edge into orgasmic relief. She gasped and began to relax, only to mew in a little bit of renewed pain as I tugged on her nipples. Then it was me, matching her relief as I felt myself surge, harden into granite, pumping her full of cream, releasing the built up tension. And through my entire orgasm I was aware of one thing:

She exploded without permission. And tomorrow she would spend the day being punished.

It was a VERY Happy Birthday.

David's Second Assignment

Assignment #2 : (Patience) You will shave your balls and trim your pubic hair extremely short in the morning. Purchase a romantic card for your lady and let her know that you plan on giving her a full body massage that evening. Don't forget to say I love you. In fact, write it on the opposite side of the card at least ten times. Give it to her before you both go to work. Now, during the day at the top of every hour you will go to the rest room and put a few drops of baby oil on your cock. You will rub them in until you are hard, but you will not masturbate or cum. During your lunch hour, you will oil your cock, rub it until it is hard, and then wrap one rubber band around your balls and cock. Do NOT make it too tight. I don't want it to fall off. The oil should keep the band from pinching your skin. Go to lunch wearing it. After lunch remove it and begin oiling your cock every hour even after you get home. When the time is right, take your lady into the bedroom, undress her and use the baby oil (or her choice of lotion or baby powder) and give her a massage. You must be totally naked while doing the massage. For the first thirty minutes do not touch her in a sexual spot. Just rub her. After thirty minutes use your fingers and tongue on her pussy if she allows it. When she is ready, make love to her. Do not cum unless she does...twice.

I realized as soon as I read the assignment that I had a problem. The baby oil that I had bought (see Assignment #1) came only in a large, 20 oz. bottle. There was no way that I was going to discretely be able to get to and from the bathroom at work on the hour, as prescribed. Back to Target. Not 100% sure what I was looking for, I made my way to the Customer Service counter. Without being specific as to my need (i.e., “Excuse me. I need help finding a small bottle with a dropper that I can use to put baby oil on my cock once an hour. Do you know where I could find such a thing?”), I was able to get my point across and was directed to the travel section. Sure enough, I found a bottle that held 3 oz of fluid, and more importantly, would fit in my pocket. Perfect. I also took the opportunity to find a romantic card for my sweetie – one that would tell her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. Done.

Back in the office, I had to wait for the perfect day to pull this off (you know how work and personal stuff can get in the way, lol). Well, yesterday was that day and I set the plan in motion as soon as I woke up. The first part of my task was to shave my balls and trim the rest of my pubic hair extremely short. I’ve shaved it all off before and actually really liked that feeling, but I hadn’t really done much to maintain it in the last several months. Anyway, I took some scissors to my hairy bush (can guys use that phrase? I can’t think of a better one at the moment) before jumping in the shower to make the top part very, very short. Then in the shower, I shaved my balls (and cock) so that they were nice and smooth. I remembered how erotic just this act is, and how much I liked the feeling. Maybe I’ll go back to being completely bare soon. Do I have to ask permission for that? I digress…

Out of the shower and dressed for work, I got out the card that I had purchased and wrote a really nice note to my love telling her how much I appreciated her and how much I adored her. On the inside/opposite side of the card, I wrote “I love you” ten times, from top to bottom. Leaving it on the kitchen counter for her to find when she woke up, I headed off to work.

I got to work about 7:30. I knew I was going to be in a meeting from about 8:15 through noon, so I was basically going to have to excuse myself on the hours to go to the restroom and put the baby oil on my cock. But, first things first, I had 8:00 to attend to, and as soon as it hit, I was off to the restroom. For this one, I didn’t opt to go downstairs to the private restroom, but rather just locked myself in a stall in the main restroom of my floor. I had successfully transferred several ounces of baby oil from the large 20 oz. bottle to my new travel-sized bottle. I had carried it in my pocket to the restroom, and so far, no leaks. In the stall, I pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet, as if I was going to the bathroom (didn’t want unsuspecting visitors to see me with my pants down to my ankles facing the toilet – that could send the wrong message). Once my pants and boxer briefs were down, I dropped what started out as a couple drops but ended in several more drops of the baby oil and began to rub my cock. Oh, that felt nice. Getting hard as required, I rubbed the oil in, but did stop short of masturbating, and certainly coming. Ok, that worked. Pants up and belt buckled. Nice bulge where my cock pressed against my pants. Ready to go.

I made my way over to my video conference call knowing what I had just done and what lay ahead. The call itself was pretty boring, but sure enough, on the hours, I subtly excused myself, headed for the bathroom, and repeated the 8:00 performance. Nothing was different between the episodes, except that it took less and less time each time to reach full erection status.

At noon on the button, the meeting ended. I asked a couple people to go to lunch afterwards, thinking Goddess Breanne might have liked that, but neither were available. So, I decided I would just go out and bring some McDonald’s back to my desk. But first, I need to apply the rubber band. I returned to my desk and took the baby oil and rubber band into the restroom stall. I first applied the baby oil and stroked my cock to make it nice and hard. Once I’d accomplished that, I applied the rubber band around my cock and balls. My rubber band is a large/thick one, and I was torn because one “loop” didn’t seem tight enough, though conservative me was worried that two loops would be too tight. I went back and forth, and ultimately decided on two loops. No circulation was being cut off, that I could tell, and it was definitely noticeable. I figured that’s what Bre was going for. I pulled up my pants and off I went.

The rubber band seemed to have two main functions. One, it kept me harder, longer. Secondly, it seemed to pull my balls up and away from my body, making me very aware of what was going on down there and emphasized my package, should anyone look. I headed to McDonald’s, which was about a ten minute walk from my office. Every step, I could feel the effects of the band… and my cock remained relatively hard. The restaurant was fairly crowded during the lunch hour, and so I got in line and waited. Finally, I ordered my lunch, and then waited for the food to be bagged. While I was waiting, I noticed a fairly attractive woman come in and get in line. She was wearing a relatively tight fitting purple top, that highlighted her ample breasts, and a tighter black skirt that hugged her ass, with her feet framed in a nice pair of black pumps. She had that look about her that said, “I care about my looks and I’m not so innocent.” I’d guess she was in her late 30s. She noticed me, too, (it’s not often that I notice women noticing me), but she did. Maybe it was because of my heightened sexual desires at the moment that I noticed, I’m not sure. I could tell she kept her eyes in my direction, and once or twice, we made eye contact. Anyway, I had half a mind to go up and whisper in her ear, “I have a rubber band around my shaved balls and I think you’re hot.” However, I didn’t want to get arrested, and my order was called. I grabbed it and headed out, still with a pretty good bulge.

I walked back to my desk, and sat down with my lunch. I did a couple of emails and surfed the web. When 1:00 came, it was back to the bathroom. Off with the rubber band and on with more oil. I was starting to feel a little pent up by this point. Oh, and I got back to my desk and had a voicemail from home. My love had called to tell me how much she had appreciated the card that I’d left. Specifically, how she’d had a rough morning, and the card came at the perfect time. And, how much she’d loved the “I love yous” that had graced the inside. Interesting, because if I had thought about skipping/failing any part of the assignment, it was that one. Glad I followed my instructions. Hehe.

The afternoon progressed similar to the morning, just without the long meeting. Every hour on the hour, it was back to the bathroom. I headed straight from work to another meeting, and then finally home just after 8:00. We sat down to dinner, chit chatted about the day, and then I led her to the back of the house. I had alluded to the massage in the card, but she hadn’t really thought I was serious about that. I told her I was, helped her disrobe and laid her face down on the bed. I grabbed our bottle of lavender massage oil and shed my clothes and climbed on top of her. For the first twenty minutes, I massaged the stress out of her shoulders, lower back, upper back, arms and legs… careful not to touch her upper thighs or between her legs. I could tell she was getting relaxed, but I didn’t want her TOO relaxed, lol. I asked her to roll over, and then spent the next ten or fifteen minutes or so on her front side, starting with shoulders, then stomach, legs, and finally breasts. I could tell that she was becoming aroused, and I moved my hand to her sex, and started to lightly massage. I started massaging her petals, her inside, and then her clit. To my surprise, she was worked up more than I thought, and within about five minutes, she was having a sizable (vocal) orgasm. When she finished, she just pulled me close and held me. Then she said she wanted me inside of her – that’s her favorite thing. I told her not until she cums again – this night was all about her. So, I pulled out our trusty vibe, and began to rub it over her clit. She helped hold it in the right spot, and within minutes… orgasm #2. OK, whew. I could finally cum!!! After a day of constant playing with my cock and two mind-blowing orgasms for my wife, it was time.

I wrapped my arms around her, leaned in, and then I entered her…