Daily Assignment 04/26/11: The Scrubbie

The Scrubbie

04/26/11

Okay, first of all… for all you sadists out there, yes… I spent Sunday in agony. But this write-up isn’t ABOUT Sunday. It’s about SATURDAY, and a little nylon scrubbie I had between my legs thanks to Kittish K. But, I also made a promise. So even though I’d NORMALLY end this little tale after the assignment is completed, I will extend it just a bit longer and provide a BRIEF explanation of the ordeal I experienced on Easter Sunday. And yes, it hurt. A lot. But let’s move on.

You'd think I'd had enough of walking around malls dressed like a two bit hooker, my pussy tingling and creaming, while being the center of humiliating attention. But no... obviously not. Saturday started rather innocently. I had spent the early morning stuffed with my vibroballs, on low, slowly churning my insides into a mishmash of sexual need at least till a little past eight. Then I had an online torture session with Master Barrett that changed things dramatically. The vibroballs came out and the business end of a bristle brush went in. After I was close to cumming, Master Barrett had me attach a clothespin to my clit and THAT pushed me over the edge. Then I was in trouble for cumming when I wasn't given permission, so for punishment I had to keep the brush in, the clothespin on my clit, with a weight attached, and then with a butt plug up my ass. At least until I started my assignment.

I had originally planned to do the assignment AFTER lunch, but obviously, I moved things up on the schedule after that. I waved goodbye to my mom and headed out to "run errands". I had my bag with me. A few minutes later I had left the farm and pulled over.

I slammed the door of my truck closed and stepped out into the brilliant south Texas sunlight. It was warm, in the high eighties, even that early in the morning, and I was sort of glad that I was about to change into a pair of tight denim shorts, my high heels, and a cut-off tee shirt. I pushed my hair out of my eyes even as the south breeze whipped it around my head and I moved to the front of my truck in a sort of sedate motion, calm and collected. I pulled my regular tee shirt off first. No one was around of course, the road empty in both directions with nothing but a few early grasshoppers and the swish of grass echoing in my ears. Very different from last week. The Farm to Market road that runs past my farm is not a very busy road. It's all asphalt, mostly crumbling, and I'd be surprised if more than a dozen cars and trucks would pass by in an entire week, much less the two minutes it took to tug off my shirt and bra, fold both items up, and put on the new cut-off tee shirt. I felt the wind against my tummy, blowing up my shirt, caressing my breasts. I'm a 36B, bordering on C and I filled out that cut-off tee rather well. The front of the shirt dangled, leaving enough space between the bottom of the shirt and my skin for the average size car to drive up between my breasts and not encounter resistance of any kind. I personally think it looked rather hot, but that's just my opinion.

Next I had to deal with my "below the waist" issues. I was wearing a knee length skirt, which granted is a little long for my taste. I like my thighs exposed usually. But with a four inch brush handle sticking out of my pussy, along with a clothespin dangling downward, weighted with a piece of string and five heavy steel washers weighing about a quarter pound, not to mention a thick four inch butt plug in my ass, the long skirt was definitely the way to go. I unzipped it down the side and stepped out of it, wincing as the weights knocked against my lower thighs and my clit sent sharp protests in the form of pain up to my brain. Of course, it was my ass that hurt the most. When you have to take out the plug and put it back in every ten minutes or so for two and a half hours, your anal tract eventually starts protesting too. I almost passed out when I pulled off the clothespin. Removing the plug was a relief. Taking out the bristle brush... well... that was sexual agony. Everything went into a plastic baggie.



Free of my morning toys, I kicked off my flip flops and then slipped a blue bikini cut pair of cotton panties on. I forced the same shorts I had soaked the crotch in last week up around my waist. It took a moment. Don't worry, they were clean and decent, and they slipped over the panties rather nicely.

Next I put on some sensible shoes. Okay. Sensible for a nympho humiliation pain slut. They were heels of course, but not my stripper shoes. These were simple black strap open toed sandals with a three inch heel. Enough to look sexy. Of course with tight denim shorts and a shirt that barely covered my presented tits, it had a more "slutty" effect than I intended. Oh well, too bad, right? Thank God Kittish hadn’t specified me to wear my “fuck me” shoes. Those are just so over the top!

After getting escorted off mall property the previous week, I decided that going to the nearest mall was probably not the smartest idea, especially since I was essentially wearing practically the same outfit. Instead I drove about twenty minutes east and hit up a slightly smaller mall I've gone to a couple of times. I drove around a bit and finally found a parking space. I had been told in quite plain terms by Kittish that I needed to find a parking place as close to the entrance as possible. That was tough. I drove around for ten minutes until I finally found one two spaces away from the end of the aisle and front row. As a result, I was right next to the path a lot of people were walking on. I waited for a little bit until I got a clear spot and that's when I reached up and began unbuttoning my shorts. It didn't take much to push them down to my knees. I reached over to my bag and pulled out the next item I needed: the scrubbie. This was a rather simple ball of nylon loops made for "scrubbing" left over food off of dishes. To my fingers, it felt rather rough, but when I dragged it along the inside of my arm, all I felt was a slight scratching. That wouldn't be too bad, right?

I pulled the front of my bikini cut panties out away from my pussy. I was wet already, but that wouldn't surprise anyone, would it? I'm wet most of the time. Sometimes that’s a bit of an inconvenience. On the other hand I've been told that it's always nice for a guy to be able to place his dick right there and just push and I just open up and take it. Evidently some guys really like the fact that they can do a full penetration on the very first thrust. Go figure. I’m weird, or so I hear. Taking hold of the yellow scrubbie, I squeezed it until it had changed shape from the usual disk into something more elongated. Then I delicately placed it against my pussy, spreading my petals open and making sure that the top edge of the scrubbie rubbed against my clit while the bottom three quarters were splitting my pussy in two. I let the elastic of my panties snap into place and then pulled up my shorts.

And went to the mall.

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