Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Edging Oscillations

May 17th, 2017

8:34 am - Hi. This is Breanne. Right now I’m at work and I’ve got about twenty-five minutes before Kari shows up. I’m trying to get up the nerve to start. Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I have to catch you up. I got an assignment this morning, from Master Brandon. It’s a doozy too. Not sure I’ll survive it. Sort of. It’s humiliating as fuck. Worse now that Mike the Hardware Guy removed the front panel of my desk, so that anyone walking by gets a shadowed, but decent view of my knees. Or other, more interesting, things.

What am I wearing? Right. Well, it’s another one of Kari’s “outfits.” I hate them. Passionately. It’s not that they’re cheap, though some are. It’s because no one in their right mind would feel comfortable wearing something like this in public. Except possibly a stripper. Or a hooker. Or a seventeen year old girl who doesn’t care who drools while staring at her tits and ass. The blouse is light pink, with girly ruffles, and is clearly meant to be an over shirt. And that’s the problem. Kari didn’t buy me the undershirt. So instead you can see the bra, the matching one to the bright pink panties. It’s embarrassing as hell since the bra is lace and barely covers my nipples, much less the curves. It’s disgraceful. The skirt? Black. Tight. And it barely covers my ass. In fact, if you happen to be standing directly in front of me, say in the atrium itself, and the light is just right, you can see right up the skirt to where my pink, little slit is glistening. How’s that for embarrassing?

Okay. I’ve wasted enough time. I’ve got to do it. Simple, right? I stand up, go to the glass, and then check to make sure no one is out there. I can’t let anyone see me, not with what I’m about to do. The skirt has to come up and the panties need to go down. And I have to keep the Core Driller dildo in there too. Wouldn’t that be awful? Having it fall out? Wet smears on the floor? And me having to go clean it? Sheesh. Awful. Okay. I’m out of time. I’ve got to go do it. Now. Be right back.

8:48 am. I DID IT! I pulled the skirt up, flashed the entire atrium my panties, and then pushed the neon pink material down. I was terrified someone was going to walk in, or that Jose would just appear. He seems to know when I’m tasked with stuff like this. Either that or he lurks. I’m not sure. I could see myself, the reflection, in the window. It was … well, admittedly it was a turn on. I’d have been soaked watching some other girl do it. Her delicate fingers pulling up the skirt, showing off her panties, and then pushing those same panties down her cute, thin legs. I watched as she stepped out of the panties, but only one side. The pink is wrapped around her ankle now, a telling, demeaning sign to anyone watching. Her panties are around her ankle for God’s sake!

Getting back to my chair was a little interesting, since I had to waddle. The Core Driller was still in me. I wasn’t allowed to touch it with my hands. Still, I made it and when I sat down it just jammed back in deep. I groaned. Sorry you couldn’t be here to see or hear, but that’s the way it goes. I’d have been too ashamed anyway. Now there’s just one more thing to do. Well, two. Two things to do. Or three. Possibly three. The first is I have to spread my legs. I really, really don’t want to do that. Not that I’ve got a choice. Kari is going to check me, frequently. So I’ve got to stay “on display” as she likes to call it.

There. Wide apart. My God, I can literally feel the breeze from the air conditioner blowing across my clit. That’s just fucking wrong. And what if someones does walk across the atrium, or go to the directory? One look in my direction and they’ll see girl goo leaking out of dildo stuffed pussy. Thank God the base is just one, large, black circle.

The second thing is this vibrator pendant. It’s blue plastic. One switch. On and off. It’s got a clamp, duckbill style, with black, rubber coating. This has to go on my clit, with the vibrator turned on, because you know, this is supposed to be about me edging.

OH! God! Every time my clit is clamped I feel this, shock like thrill, just rush through me, right up from my pussy to my nipples. I hardened and purred like a kitten and it just feels amazing. I’m guessing twenty minutes, at most, before I get close to the edge and have to turn off the pendant.

Which brings me to the third thing …

I’m not allowed to cum.

9:04 am - Okay. That went well. Kari got here at nine, on the dot, just like always. She stopped in front of the office too, looking at me through the glass. I felt my cheeks turn red because it was clear that she wasn’t looking at my face, or even my mostly exposed bodice. Her eyes were in that darkened little area under my desk. I felt this little shudder and became more than a little self-conscience. I felt the urge to close up, to cover up, and then because it was Kari, I did the very opposite. My knees were already apart, but I widened my stance. And then, just to make sure, I scooted back from the edge of the desk, just enough to let the overhead lights illuminate my thighs… and other parts of me. Kari grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement as I blushed crimson. Then she came in, swept over to my desk, turned my chair to the side and bent over, giving me a kiss. It was no simple peck on the cheek. Anyone watching would have thought us lovers. I melted too. Just like I always do.

“Are you aroused?” She asked me softly, as she straightened back up.

I nodded. “The pendant is driving me crazy,” I admitted. She laughed at me. I like it when she laughs. I felt her hand on my cheek and she brushed a strand of my hair away from my eyes and back behind my ear.

“Good. Let me know when you cum,” she said.

I replied, “I’m not supposed to cum.” I’m not sure if I was declaring it to her, myself, or fate, but she laughed. I watched her amazing, suit-clad ass, turn tail and head back toward her office.

9:21 am - I’m close. Very close. I can feel the orgasm in me, growing. It’s like a tsunami in some ways, buried deep, tons of pressure, while on the surface the ocean looks calm. I can’t keep my hips still, not at all and I’m having trouble typiung. I’m going back and mostly correcting my errors, but it’s just making this whole process harder adn more tryign. I can’t. Almost. I’m goi

9:24 am -  That was close. Very close. I’m ashamed. I almost came. And for no good reason either. I fumbled with the vibrator pendant hanging on my clit and that almost did me in. It bounced on the end of the clamp, tugging on my clit. I managed to turn it off though, and then pull it off. I counted to sixty and then, still trembling, wanting, and desperate, I put one of the clothespins on my clit, in a very specific spot, that I knew would reduce the incentive to cum. Twisted, tugged, and clamped I felt like I was being torn apart, half of me wanting to give in, the other half furious with need. It was shattering.

The clothespin - it feels tight. I know. Not very descriptive. But at least it’s allowing me to calm down a bit. But only a bit. I’m still thinking about sex all the time. I can’t stop. The clothespin, the spread legs. All of it.

9:36 am - Jose is waving at me through the glass. And cleaning it. He’s on his knees, the lecher. I know he’s looking. I don’t dare close up my legs though. If Kari catches me…

9:54 am - The vibrating pendant is back on. I thought I’d be able to handle it after such a long break. I mean, thirty minutes, but I’m soaked again, and I’ve had the thing on for less that a minute. My pussy is squeezing the Core Driller tight and I’ve realized that I’m bouncing on the goddamned thing as well. That’s a problem. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Jose made an obscene gesture about me going up and down. Can you believe it? I’m fucking myself in my chair. It’s just wrong. My legs are aching from holding them open, but Kari has checked, three times now, surprising me with a soft touch on my shoulder, just to make sure my stuffed and tormented pussy is where she, and Master Brandon, and probably even Julie, all want it.

I’ve said this before, but I’m glad my chair is leather. I’m soaking the seat. The vibrator pendant is driving me mad. It’s like the last thirty minutes didn’t happen. My clit is throbbing, my hips are rolling. I’m leaking copious amounts of juice, and all I can think about is how wonderful it would feel to cum.

Kari wants me to cum. I know it. She’s hoping because if I do cum, not only will my circumstances get worse, but she’ll get to punish me. I don’t know how. I didn’t ask. But it could be anything from getting hung up naked on the punishment frame in the back closet, for a whipping or worse, to one of the five anal plugs, in gradient sizes, sitting in my drawer. Or maybe something else. Rubber bands to the soles of my feet? Nipple clamps? The TENS Unit? God only knows!

10:08 am - Fuck. Please. So tight. I’m squeezign. It’s tto much for me. I can’t take it I want it so bad. WOnderign if the punishment is worth it? DOEs it matter? Probbably not but i shouldn;’t its against the rules. ITs an edge. I just need to . so close. Oh. Shit. Too close? Fuck I’ need. To…

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  1. Great story..No more orgasms for the rest of the nite..Keep your nipples clamped add weights every 45 minutes and Keep the alligator clamp on your clit!!!!!

  2. This is different from your normal fair, the writing not the torment, quick and dirty and a bit rough, still talking about the writing.

    I liked it Bre, well done on both the writing and being a insatiable uncontrollable slut. I hope we see more "Diary of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut".


  3. 11:41 AM; wonderful characterization. In the back of your head knowing it's going to cost you, heavy, but just can't help yourself. Kari, as written, is just so deliciously cruel. Does she humiliate her man like this?

    Being embarrassed, maybe not always publicly, but in front of people is hard to beat as a rush.


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