Assignment: 072011 Stipulations

Stipulations

07/20/11

It’s not often that I write something up that WASN’T an assignment, but occasionally it happens. Okay… so I can’t remember the last time, but gosh after the weirdness of today, I couldn’t really NOT write it up. Don’t worry, it won’t be this huge story like Kari’s July 4th Party, which I’m still working on. Yes, I know. You want to read it. Well I’m halfway done through Part Four and…

Do you really want to hear my excuses? No, I don’t think so. So let’s talk about the situation I found myself in yesterday morning.

First of all, you probably are very aware of Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Rule #1. It’s pretty simple and to paraphrase it nicely, I have to keep either a cock or a sex toy up inside me at all times in order to keep myself wet and ready for sex, torture, or punishment. So every morning when I get up, I sign on to my email and check to see if anyone has set me a particular toy for the day.

Sometimes I don’t get an email which is why I pick something easy, with no “stipulations”. Stipulations like “no cumming”, or “vibes on low”, or “vibes and spinner on high”. The stipulations are little extras usually sent by one of my various online masters or mistresses, or even a fan with a cruel streak. (I admit I like fan sent “stipulations!”) In any event, I had spent the last week with a variety of toys stuffed up inside me, ranging from my Core Driller dildo to my Vibroballs, all with the stipulation that I was only allowed to cum if I had a stranger’s cock in my mouth.

Which meant that no matter what sex toy I had in me, I had to run out, find some strange guy who met my basic criteria (which admittedly is tantamount to being clean and polite), make and offer, and then try to time my necessary release to the impending blow job. Do you have any idea how difficult that is to do? Granted, finding guys wasn’t that hard, but the timing part was insane! Worse, Master Barrett, who set this little stipulation, selected toys for me over the week that made it very very difficult to control my libido. Punishment was extreme and frequent. Lemon juice, NHPS pushups, and my hemp thong. Do you have any idea what lemon juice poured over a chaffed clit feels like?

So with my full week of “cumming with cock” Master Barrett decided that a follow up was needed. This week’s theme is “cumming with cunt”, which doesn’t make things easier. It makes them harder. Worse, nothing else about the stipulation changed. It has to be a stranger, not a girl I already know, which meant I couldn’t camp out at Beccas (who would have LOVED this), or Julie’s, or Kari’s, or even Amber or Kelly. In short, I was (and still am technically) facing the situation of approaching strange women and asking to have oral sex with them.

I know what you’re saying “well gosh, that’s what lesbian bars are for,” right? Yeah, well, lesbian bars aren’t open at five thirty in the fucking morning. And the first day of my “cumming with cunts” stipulation also had me wearing one of my more… difficult to tolerate… toys.

The Rotating Venus Penis is pretty simple; two motors, a plastic slightly curved base, and a four inch plastic cock. The case is long enough to hit your clit and curve under toward your ass and the plastic cock is just a plastic cock. But the motors are the big issue. One motor causes the whole damn thing to vibrate. The other causes that plastic cock to spin. Let me tell you, I can handle the vibrator function, even on high, for quite a while. Add the spin bit to it, and I’m melting like jelly.



But it wasn’t Master Barrett who set me to wearing my RVP yesterday. It was Master Brandon, one of my OTHER online doms. Master Brandon has a bit of a sadistic streak and I tried to explain to him that me keeping both the vibrator and spin functions on low all day, whenever I was in private (meaning around family), would no doubt result in an uncontrollable orgasm, especially considering that I hadn’t cum in quite a while. Master Brandon hesitated, and then replied.

“You know, Breanne. You’re right. You may not be able to control yourself. So let’s motivate you, shall we? If you cum and your tongue is not stuck up inside another woman, you will immediately stuff your ass with your vibrating anal plug, the big one, as well as put your tack inserts into your bra and complete ten NHPS pushups. Furthermore, for every unauthorized orgasm you have, you will ask a stranger (male or female) to either give you twenty bare bottom spanks or fifteen smacks to your bare breasts.”

So with that little tidbit stuck firmly in my mind, I got dressed for the day. Of course the first thing I started with was the RVP. This slipped into my already wet and sopping hole, which of course had been stuffed with my vibroballs all night. Granted, they were off at least, which was a small blessing, but having had them on practically 16 hours straight the previous day, I was pretty ripe and ready to boil. I get that way. Besides, that’s the point right? That’s why I follow NHPS Rule #1. You never know when someone is going to walk up to you, smile, and say “pull down your pants so I can shove this cucumber up inside you!”

Okay, that doesn’t actually happen to me, at least not on a regular basis. It did happen once, but that’s another story.

After I had the RVP settled into place, I immediately turned it on, which in hindsight was probably not a good idea. Of course I didn’t have a choice either. It was either that or invite a bunch of people into my bedroom, which would have been a problem since they were all sleeping. Almost immediately I felt my body going through the sexual hoops necessary for orgasmic release and my hips were just going nuts as I pulled out a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and a bra.

Panties weren’t really necessary since I was wearing the RVP. In fact, I don’t think I own a pair of panties that would fit properly while wearing the RVP. Panties for me are more of a convenience. I wear them when I’m allowed to, instructed to, or need them to hold something in. When I was in college, Kari like to stuff my cylindrical hair brush inside me and fit the handle through a little hole in my panties. Talk about awkward walking. Ugggh.

So sans panties, I but my bra on. Then I donned my shorts and tee shirt. I stuffed my bra tack inserts into a small bag along with my tiny bottle of grapeseed oil and the vibrating anal plug, and then headed downstairs to do my morning chores.

When you work on a farm, there are some basic things you have to do. Our farm is mixed use, meaning that we grow plants and we raise livestock. Granted, not much of either, but half our land is good for grazing and half our land is good for crops. We do soy beans, corn, alfalfa, and occasionally cotton, depending on the rotation we’ve got going. Oh yeah, and we tried kale too. Who the hell eats kale?

Livestock wise we have a shitload of goats, about forty head of cattle, five horses (including my Star!) some pigs and geese and chickens and stuff like that. Oh yeah, and there’s a fucking emu out there somewhere that I can’t catch. Dad bought her (or him, I can’t tell which) off a fellow rancher with about ten others and things didn’t work out. It’s a long story that isn’t worth hearing unless you’d rather read about emu husbandry rather than my sexual antics.

You didn’t, right?

Anyway, down in the family room I put on my socks, jammed my feet into my work boots, laced them up and headed out to the barn. By the time I got there, I was REALLY getting worked up. Being out and about, moving around, all while being sexually stimulated, tends to get me even more lubricated. I slopped the pigs. I feed the chickens. I put out new hay for the horses. I scratched and loved on Star and Jeb. I got the tractor loaded and drove out to the north field and put out new feed for the cattle.

I don’t feed the emu. It can find its own fucking food or drop dead. I could care less.

Of course through all of this hour and a half to two hour long process the RVP was doing its thing inside me. The vibrations were bad, I’ll admit it. Even on low they were getting to me. But it was the spinner that really had me moaning. The vibrations… well, I’m used to those. I’ve been vibrated for years. In college I used to get online, strip naked, turn on my webcam and mic, and stuff myself with a vibrator on low before finding some guy to play hotseat pool with me, or before I would serve an hour or two as “room slut” in one of the Slave chat rooms.

I was an awesome room slut. I’d greet every guy who came in with a hello and me on camera, totally naked, from the chin down, legs spread, usually with a clothespin on my clit and nipples and lit candles ready for use. I remember one room moderator who would take a poll of what “torture” the guys wanted the room slut to do to herself every thirty minutes. I was FORCED to make suggestions and then they all voted on it. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sit there and suggest ways for the guys to torture you, knowing that you have to act it out in just a moment? It’s not easy.
Anyway, back to the RVP. By the time I was heading back to the house for breakfast, things had gotten to a head. My pussy was doing sexual gymnastics, pulsing and pushing and squeezing and squirming. My hips wouldn’t stay still and the RVP just kept vibrating and spinning inside me. I’m not sure if the vibrations from the tractor engine were the straw that broke the camel’s back, but I was still a good quarter mile away from the barn when I couldn’t take it any more and I put my foot on the brake and stopped the heavy machinery as my body went into orgasmic overload and exploded.

I screamed. Not in agony. In bliss. I like screaming during orgasms, and since I was a good distance away from the house, I didn’t feel like I was in danger of rousing the rabble. So I just sat there shaking, one hand against my crotch, pushing and rubbing the RVP against my pussy, loving every long second of that orgasm. Finally I was done and I climbed down off the tractor with just a glance toward the house. On the far side, with my back to the goat pen, I pushed down my rather damp shorts and grabbed my little bag. I extracted the butt plug and bottle of oil and lubricated the plug. Then I began working the large black plastic monstrosity into my ass.

I am NOT a fan of things being in my ass. Bad enough there’s shit in there. But I hate having toys in there too. Cock isn’t too bad, but toys… what is it with everyone sticking toys in there? I know… it’s punishment. It’s encouragement for me NOT TO CUM. But seriously, I was set up. I’m not stupid. I know and they know there is no fucking way I could withstand that kind of stimulation and NOT CUM. What did Barrett or Brandon expect me to do? Leave without doing my chores and go sexually assault some jogger in Memorial Park?

Actually, at that point I probably would have been willing to do that.

I had trouble getting the plug in so I bent over at the waist, one hand at my ass, holding the black rubber plug at my anus, with about an inch already buried inside me. I was trying very hard not to squeeze it out. Then I backed up to the back tire, set the base of the plug against the rubber, and pushed.

You know, in a way, it was like fucking the tractor.

With enough pressure at my back door, the plug slipped in and seated itself while I groaned and winced. I reached down to my ass and turned the damn thing on and immediately a rumble started in my ass that was one part sexual turn on and two parts “oh my god what the fuck is that? Please stop!” I climbed back up on the tractor and drove, rather uncomfortably, back to the barn.

I parked the tractor, got down, pulled off my tee shirt and bra, and then proceeded to use my tack mat (I like it better than the inserts and I didn’t want to get my shirt dirty) to do my ten NHPS pushups. Of course through all this the RVP was STILL spinning and vibrating and my ass was now clenching repeatedly around the buzzing plug. I’m still positive that seismographs in California was picking up the Breannequake occurring in Houston, Texas.

The NHPS pushups hurt, but then they always do. That’s the point. My bare breasts were immediately turned into red speckled globes of “ow” and the nipples seemed roughened. To be honest, NHPS Pushups are a lot like meat tenderizing. You take a piece of round steak, take a spiked hammer to it or a needler, and punch about a zillion holes in it before batter dipping it and frying it up in your skillet. Well, in essence, that’s what I was doing to my breasts… except without the batter dipping and frying part. Though I guess the 15 smacks I got later definitely qualified as “frying”. They hurt.

I put my bra and tee shirt back on and then got to do the one thing I had wanted to do for a while; turn OFF the RVP. I thumbed the remote down, turned off the vibrating anal plug, and went inside for breakfast. It was a needed break, trust me.

After breakfast I went back outside to the barn, spun up the RVP and anal plug, grit my teeth, and took Star out to our southwest fields to set the irrigators up. It’s a pain in the ass, much more than the anal plug, but not quite as penetrative I admit. I discovered that riding a horse while wearing the RVP is not a good idea because it presses against you much tighter, causing all sorts of sexual urgency problems. I hurried though. I didn’t want to get to a point where I would need double the number of strokes I had already earned with my first unauthorized orgasm.

So with everything set for that morning, I headed for home, put on a blue denim skirt, and then traded in my boots for flip flops. Then with a wave to my mom, I jumped in the truck and headed out to find oral sex and relief. So where does a girl go when she wants to both cum and eat another girl out? Oh. That’s easy.

If I had more time, I would have gone to the university. College undergraduate dorms are always a great place to find a willing girl. But the time frame was a little off and I needed to get back by lunch time in order to turn off the irrigators and start up the other fields. So instead I went to that other spot filled with young girls who would be ripe for a little action: the mall.

I choose our local mall, rather than the one down by the tollway because I wanted something more sedate. Our mall is so large that on a weekday morning, even during the summer, the place feels… empty. I’ve walked it often enough. Hell, I’ve walked it wearing barely anything. So me dropping in while wearing a totally respectable tee shirt, bra, and skirt, not to mention flip flops, was something of a novelty. As soon as I parked, I reached down between my legs, turned on the anal vibrator and then cranked up the RVP.

Oh. Guess I should mention. One of my limits is not to drive while being vibrated. I don’t think anyone would appreciate me wrapping my truck around a tree or a cactus, right?

So buzzing and stimulated and quite tormented, I paraded into the mall looking for two things. The first was of course some pretty girl I could stick my tongue into. The second was someone who would be gracious enough to either spank me stupid or smack my breasts around. Since Master Brandon had not specified WHO needed to do the spanking and smacking, I swung by a particular jewelry store to see if the person I really needed was there.

“Hey Julie!” I said, waltzing in to the junk jewelry store she runs. Julie is a friend of mine who I met about a year ago while performing some insane assignment there at the mall. Julie is first and foremost, a lesbian. Second, she is very much a dominatrix, and third, likes hitting me.

“Hey Bre,” she replied, glancing over at me. Her eyes widened when she took a look at my outfit. “Oh my God, you’re here normal?” she asked.

I blushed crimson and since we were alone in the store I lifted up the front of my skirt, showing her the pulsing buzzing RVP. “Plus I’ve got the vibrating anal plug in my ass.”

Julie grinned. “That’s my NHPS.” She pronounced it “nips”.

“So on assignment?” she asked me.

I nodded and then shrugged. “Sort of. I’ve got a bit of a problem that I was hoping you could help me with.”

“You know I love helping you with your problems,” she laughed. I couldn’t help smiling back. “So what’s the problem?”

“I need either a spanking or a breast beating. Twenty to my ass and fifteen to my breasts,” I said, just a tad bit uncomfortable. Julie’s eyes widened.

“And you need this because?” she asked.

Another blush. “I came when I didn’t have my tongue in a strange woman’s pussy,” I said, my voice trembling. The RVP vibrations and spinning were getting close to making me cum again.

“Seriously? Breanne… how do you expect to be a good NHPS when you can’t even follow simple rules?” She clicked her tongue at me. “All right. Go in the back room and take off your shirt and bra.”

I nodded and went to the back of the store. The back room is nothing more than an oversized walk in closet with a tiny bathroom, a desk, a chair, and a bunch of shelves. Not that impressive. On the other hand, I’ve been abused in that back room more than any other place in that mall. I’ve been handcuffed to pipes in that back room. I’ve been slapped, fucked, smacked, tortured, and god knows what else there.

Alone, I took off my shirt and then bra and laid them carefully on the desk. Then I laced my fingers together behind my head and waited.

That wait was awful. She kept me waiting too, on purpose, knowing that the RVP would just be churning away between my legs, knowing that I’d be going crazy. Five minutes passed and my hips started jerking. I studied my breasts. Both nipples were hard thanks to the air conditioning and the little red dots that had been so vivid right before breakfast had all faded into barely visible spots. At ten minutes I was getting close to another orgasm. A minute later, Julie came in, took one look at me, and then swung her open hand as hard as she could.

I admit I was prepared for it, but it didn’t stop the hurt. Her hand hit my left breast squarely and then continued on, dragging its way across my chest to hit my right breast as well. My bosom bounced and I let out a low cry, biting my lip. My pussy contracted tightly around the RVP.

She hit me again, this time from the other direction and sparks of pain shot up through my breasts. I let out another groan as the deep hurt blossomed in both tits and my nipples felt stung. My hips jerked again. Julie’s third stroke across my bosom almost made my fingers slip, the urge to cover my breasts was so strong. Julie looked at me as I half turned, bracing myself, struggling with the pain and the impending orgasm I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“So how many strokes do I have to give you?” she asked.

“Fifteen,” I said, still wincing and catching my breath.

Julie nodded. “Okay. Count them for me.” Then she swung again.

“FOUR!” I gasped.

Julie frowned. “You stupid bitch. The first number is ONE. And now that one won’t count.”

I blinked, trying to understand. Sure, now when I’m just sitting here, admittedly with the vibroballs in and on low, I have no problem understanding what she was talking about. However at that moment, with so much of my attention wrapped up in repeating the mantra “don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum” over and over in my mind, all I could do was gape at her and blink. The next slap stung like the dickens and my breasts throbbed. It was all I could do to gasp out “one!”

We went through fifteen more strokes, though the last few were actually just really painful powerful flicks of her forefinger against just my nipples. I dutifully counted each stroke and flick, not even really aware of the fact that Julie had weaseled an extra four smacks out of me. I was right on the edge when I got to fifteen and Julie just kept flicking my nipples until I couldn’t stand it any more. I think I got to twenty two when I shook like mad, cried out, and came with this powerful shudder.

Oops.

When I had calmed down enough, Julie was considerate enough to ask me what the punishment was for not cumming with my tongue in a strange girl.

“Another set of spanks on either my breasts or my bottom, ten NHPS pushups, and taking out and putting back in the anal plug.” My breasts were still throbbing and since the RVP hadn’t slowed a wit, I was still having some nether region issues.

Julie nodded. “Well go ahead and do the plug thing and then get those pushups out of the way and when you’re done I’ll be back in to hit your tits again.”

I almost cried.

Julie left and I dropped my hands from my neck, shaking. I reached behind me, grabbed the base of the butt plug and tugged it out. It didn’t feel good coming out and let me tell you, it didn’t feel good going back in either. When that was done I put my bra back on, then slipped the tack inserts into it.

My tack inserts are just two bra cup shaped pieces of rubber studded with tacks. The pin pricks are actually a little shorter than the ones on my tack mat, but that doesn’t keep them from hurting me the same. With what seemed like porcupines in my bra, I stretched out in the meager space I had and proceeded to thoroughly tenderize my breasts for a second time that morning.

When that was done I stuck my head out into the store. Julie was restocking some stand and I told her I was done. She nodded, told me to wait, and then went back to restocking. Beggars can’t be choosers, so I went back to my spot in the center of the back office, lifted my arms, laced my fingers behind my head, and waited for her to come and hit my throbbing, painful, fire laden breasts.

I’m going to admit it. I cried. Quietly. Julie just gets pissed when she sees tears and blubbering brings out the absolute cruelest behavior from her. It was just the thought of her doing another set of strokes to my breasts was almost… unbearable.

Julie came in a few moments later. She saw my tears and her face went stony. I closed my eyes, bracing myself as her hand came up. I expect my breasts to burst in pain, but instead, she merely grabbed my arm, swung me around, and bent me forward over the desk. Her hand swung, yes… but not at my tits. Her open palm landed on my ass and I hissed as the sting went through me. She hit me again, and again, working both cheeks equally until my ass was fidgeting all over over. This admittedly was NOT good for what was still going on inside me: namely the vibrating anal plug and the vibrating spinning sex toy, but we all have to make do. AS it was I got my twenty butt blistering strokes, thus fulfilling my punishment requirements. Even better, the fire between my legs had been banked, but not snuffed and it was also no longer roaring out of control. All in all, when I finally put on my shirt again, I was in much better shape than I had been when I walked into the store.

“If you fuck up again here at the mall and come to me for your punishment, I’m going to take my belt to your tits, so just be warned,” Julie said as we kissed and I waved goodbye. Ouch…

Julie had also been more help than just beating me. She also gave me some guidance, like which girls in which shops might be open to a little pleasuring. This gave me a starting point, so a little sore, a little hot and bothered, and very willing I started walking the mall.

My first stop was a clothing store and a cute brunette with massive breasts. Finding her was pretty easy, and despite the intense rotation in my nether regions, I actually managed to keep the waver out of my voice when I introduced myself and told her I was a friend of Julie.

Evidently I’m also famous, because when she connected “Breanne” to “Julie”, her eyes widened. “You’re the nympho humiliation pain slut!” she gasped. I nodded. Next thing I knew Christy was shaking my hand and telling me she loves my book. That made me blink. We chatted for a while and finally she asked me what she could do to help me. I knew she meant clothing wise but I smiled.

“I’d really like to cum, because I’m desperate, but I can’t unless I’ve got my tongue up inside you,” I told her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. She gave me this wicked grin, asked me to wait for a moment and then went up to the register counter. A slightly older blond woman was there and Christy said a few words to her. She looked over at me and then smiled, nodded, said something I couldn’t hear back, and then Christy was pulling me into the store room at the rear of the store.

We were not interrupted and Christy took off her black slacks with a shy smile even as I cranked up the sliders on the RVP remote. I gasped as the RVP began churning inside me and in seconds I was climbing the walls in approaching orgasmic need. I went to my knees as Christy pulled up a chair. Her pants and panties were gone and she plopped down wetly with spread legs, her trimmed bush open. I lowered my mouth and took one long slow sweet lick, starting at her bottom, going over her perineum and all the way up to her clit, which I licked rapidly for a bit while she bucked in her chair. It felt incredible. I began licking her, driving my tongue into her body as I went up and down, sucking on her labia, her clit, and then circling as deep inside her as mu mouth could do.

When I came it was liquid ecstasy. My pussy trembled and roared and it felt like getting dark chocolate, a new car, and a whipping all at the same time. Oh… that sounds… deviant, doesn’t it? Oh well.

As I came I pushed my tongue as far up inside Christy as possible and after I shuddered and came I brought Christy to the same point, even as my clit began to protest the steady and continuing buzzing inside me. I turned the motors down as Christy exploded wetly on my mouth, eventually grabbing my face and rubbing it up and down her slit, my nose against her clit.



Frankly, it was awesome, and when we were done Christy told me to wait in the backroom. I did and a few moments later, the other woman, the blond from the register, who was easily ten years older than me and twelve or thirteen older than Christy, came into the back room.

So I got to have ANOTHER orgasm which was absolutely wonderful! Barbara was wearing a skirt and just hiked it up. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing panties and her slit was totally shaved. It was amazing. So I jacked up my RVP again, shuddered my way through another orgasm, my clit tingling, while I licked and sucked and ate out Barbara until she joined me, crying out in orgasmic overload.

Sated, happy, and only barely bothered by the buzzing and spinning between my legs thanks to the double orgasm I had with Christy and Barbara, I headed back down the mall. I stopped by the jewelry store to wave at Julie. There weren’t any customers and she waved to me to come in.

“Get off?” she asked with a grin.

I nodded, smiling. “Barbara and Christy,” I told her. Her eyes widened a little bit.

“Wow. Both of them? That’s cool. Didn’t know Barbara was into girls. That’s cool. So did you have any more unauthorized orgasms?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No, I’m doing good. The two explosions I had with Christy and Barbara are keeping my head on straight.”

“That’s too bad,” Julie replied, giving me THAT look. “Give me the RVP remote.”

Have you ever felt your heart compress and then get squeezed down through your esophagus and all the way down to the pit of your stomach? It’s like this cramp of fear that just literally make you want to fold in half. I’m not positive but I’m pretty sure my hand was trembling as I handed Julie my remote. She took it from gingerly, didn’t look at it, staring into my eyes. I didn’t say a word. Then my pussy suddenly tightened as my motorized sex toy broke the speed limit. She tucked the remote back into my waistband and patted me with a patronizing smile.

Are you wondering why I let her do that? Are you saying to yourself “you stupid girl! What the hell were you thinking going back by there? Don’t you KNOW Julie wanted to whip your tits?” Well, yes, I did know that. But I didn’t think she’d engineer a failure on my part in order to provide herself the opportunity. I thought she was there as a backstop to help me out. I tried to hold out, but the RVP on full power is like getting licked, finger fucked, and twisting a dildo, all at the same time. Add the anal plug which was still vibrating in my ass and I was on a downhill spiral that only had one possible ending.

I came right in the middle of the store which was fortunately empty. Julie was just waiting for that and she pointed toward the back storage room with this look of smugness that made me want to punch her. I reached for my remote, but Julie stopped me and shook her head.

“Do your punishments with that on.”

I was shuddering and my pussy was throbbing like a laboring heart. I was having trouble just STANDING for God’s sake. But together we entered the back room and I immediately took off my shirt and went down on my knees. Moments later I was stretched out, Julie watching as I lowered myself down on my bra. A hundred tacks immediately were pushed deeply into my breasts and I groaned as I lifted my arms and put all my weight on my chest. I did this nine more times and with RVP still going at full blast.

I finished and was still lying on the ground when Julie helped me out. She put her foot in the small of my back, reached down, and rather brutally ripped out the anal plug. I came with a wet gasp and loud cry. I could feel my juices leaking down my thigh. Then I felt the plug touching my still gaping ass again and she pushed it in, rather hard too, and I cried out again as I was once more stuffed and plugged.

Despite the order to get up, I had trouble. My ass hurt. My breasts hurt. My pussy was pulsing and reacting and to be honest, had you asked me “Breanne, what is two plus two?” at that very moment, I would have blinked, given you a dazed, glazed over look, and replied “huh?” Yeah, I was that out of it.

Julie helped me get my bra off which was good because I was having more trouble standing. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own and I couldn’t get my loins to stay still. Julie lifted my hands, placed them behind my head, and then pulled her belt out of the loops of her pants.

Julie’s belt was this thick black leather monstrosity complete with occasional studs, rivet holes, and double stitching. She looped it in one hand, gave a practice swish, and then brought the doubled leather around in one of the harshest breast punishments I’ve ever endured. The damn thing left EDGE welts. Can you believe that? I actually started to scream by the time we got to the fourth swing and Julie quickly reached under her own skirt, pulled down her panties, and shoved them into my mouth. I suffered more torment while sucking on and screaming into Julie’s panties, not that it made much difference. Thank God no one was in the shop or they would have heard an earful.

It stung like you wouldn’t believe and I was crying by the time she was done belting my breasts. She plucked her panties out of my mouth when she was done belting me and then she turned the RVP remote down to low. I’m not sure why I didn’t cum during that last whipping. I know when it was finished I was really close. A few more strokes would have been enough, or just a single stroke up between me legs. But Julie seemed to know and stopped. I was left in the back room alone, the RVP slowly buzzing and still tormenting me, to get dressed and then say goodbye.

I headed home and was finally granted a reprieve with lunch. I admit I lingered and around one thirty or so I headed back out into the fields to turn off a couple of the irrigators. After an hour and a half of peace, it was a little awkward to switch the RVP back on but I did it like I was supposed to and suffered. But having had such a… prolific orgasmic morning, I was able to hold on until just before dinner.

I was back in the barn and I was on the back end of four hours of buzzing spinning and desperation. I didn’t want to orgasm. It was accidental. I knew I was in trouble. There was still an hour before dinner so I jumped into my truck. I was able to turn off the RVP while driving, but I knew what I really needed was to cum, and cum hard so that I could handle the night and maybe even the next morning.

My brain wasn’t really working and I headed back to the mall. Julie was gone. So was Christy and Barbara and since I had turned the RVP back on the moment I parked the truck I was only minutes away from cumming. With my lip caught between my teeth it finally didn’t matter. I stationed myself near the women’s restroom and stopped the first solo girl that I passed.

“Please, please can I use my tongue on your pussy?” I begged.

She gave me a look of horror and pushed me away. I asked another woman. Similar response.

It was the fourth girl I asked, a cute teen with long brown hair, a milkmaid complexion, and this really cute smile. Her eyebrow went up and she replied “If you’d like.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the restroom. You know those videos of guys and girls going into the restroom and screwing with a lot of force and wild abandon. Yeah, well that was me. I ate her up and Shelly was amazing. She was seventeen years old (don’t worry, that’s legal in Texas), worked at a fast food joint, is bi-sexual, and tastes like strawberries. Oh my god… I still can’t believe it.

But I came. And that’s what’s important right? Oh yeah, Shelly came too. I’m not that mean. But when I came it was with the RVP on high, and my tongue stuck up as far as it could go, up a stranger’s cunt. That’s what you wanted, right Master Brandon? Master Barrett? That’s what you wanted!

Today’s been a little easier of course. The vibroballs aren’t nearly as difficult to handle, though I admit, morning chores weren’t exactly peaceful. In fact, later today I have to go back out. I need to cum, which means my tongue needs to be inside a strange woman. That is SO appealing.

Oh yeah, I’ll need another whipping or spanking too, and if getting this written and posted takes too long… I might need both.

See ya around…