The car jerked slightly as Alissa pulled into a parking space and I looked around. Green trees rustled in the hot, southern breeze and the scent of moisture, of wet earth, penetrated even the sealed and cool environment of the air conditioned car.
White, baked concrete stretched in aimless paths through verdant, well-manicured grass, and a number of stately buildings, each looking prim and proper, stood at various squared off points of the compass. Better yet, those same sidewalks were mostly empty, with only a few, meandering students crisscrossing the campus.
I love summer break.
I glanced at my friend. Like me, she was wearing a pair of shorts, though admittedly hers looked cute. The denim cut completely covered her ass, leaving everything to the imagination, and thanks to her age, a full seven years younger than me, her blouse, tied just beneath her magnificent breasts and leaving her belly exposed, looked fashionable. Alissa could still pull off the teenager slut look.
Me? Not so much. There was no mistaking that I was a woman in my prime. My hips were too wide, my breasts full and lush, rather than perky. My limbs had thickened slightly, and only a daily battle with what I eat was keeping my middle from looking like a muffin top. I swear that sometimes I think I’m becoming a rabbit. All I eat are salads.
My outfit did not compliment my form in any way, unless someone mistook my preferences for a desire to be identified as a porn star. The shorts, a gift from Julie, were tight and cut a little short, leaving half of each butt cheek exposed. I could feel the crotch of the stupid things digging up into my body, the feeling of a permanent and uncomfortable wedgie a constant problem.
The shirt wasn’t much better. I’d worn it before. It was nothing but a kind of undershirt that some men like to wear; frequently called a “wife beater,” though I hate that name for it. Julie had gifted it to me a few years ago, for an assignment, where it had been doused with enough baby oil to become permanently translucent in a few important areas. Worse, the shirt was meant for a man three times my size in height, and at least a hundred and fifty pounds wider. That meant that the shoulder straps were basically all that was covering my breasts, and the dip in the collar went well beneath my bosom. The wide arm holes meant that a ton of side boob was showing, and I had to be insanely careful on how I moved, lest I flash the world my top.
Which, unfortunately for me, was the whole point.
“Let’s go!” Alissa said eagerly, switching off the engine and opening the car door.
I groaned. “Please, Alissa. Not here,” I said with timidity. My eyes were rapidly going back and forth, scared to be seen.
She sighed and got out of the car, only to look back in at me. “If not here, then where? You want to walk the Galleria like that?” She demanded. “Look, I’m trying to help you here. Do you want to fail this assignment?”
I gave her a torn look. “No! But … “ I didn’t know what else to say.
Alissa sighed. “I get it. I do. But I’m about a minute away from starting the timer on this thing. So if you don’t get your cute little ass out of the car and start shaking it, you’re going to end up handcuffed to a light post out here.” Her eyes sparkled. “Which, to be honest, I love the thought of. What an amazing punishment! Master Brandon sure knows how to flip your switches, doesn’t he?”
I frowned at that and grabbed the door handle. Alissa was right. This was probably one of the few places that I could get away with what Master Brandon, one of my online doms, had in mind. Inspired by one of Julie’s recent attempts to get me naked in a more public setting, Brandon had decided to force the issue.
Alissa let out an appreciative hum as she rounded the car and got another good look at me. I was wearing a pair of high heeled sandals, as well as the slave bell anklet Kari had gifted me.
“Let’s make sure everything is working,” Alissa said smartly, reaching into the small canvas bag she was carrying. I watched with trepidation as she pulled out a small, purple, key fob sized device, equipped with two sliders. Then with a knowing smile, she slid the first one up, just a bit.
The response was instantaneous. Inside me, a four inch long, purple plastic cock began corkscrewing around, deep within my pussy. I gasped, my sex tightening in rhythmic, immediate, sexual response and my hips jerked forward with lewd spasms. Then the cock stopped, still embedded, still exerting pressure on my slit, but no longer moving. I let out a soft whimper.
“Yep, the rotation function works,” Alissa said smugly. “Now let’s check the vibration.” She slid the other control upward.
This time an entirely different sensation permeated my pussy. Soft, but intense and direct oscillations seemed to reverberate through my vagina, shaking the dildo that just a moment before was trying to turn the cream in my slit into butter. The minor earthquake wasn’t just inside me. It was also rumbling directly over my clitoris, the thick, motorized base of the sex toy impaling me pressed tightly against the sensitive, pink nub. I gasped, eyes widening, a powerful surge of sexual energy shooting through me, making my nipples tighten even as I resisted the urge to shudder.
Alissa turned off the vibrations and I let out a dark moan, eyes closed. This was going to be awful.
“Yep. The Rotating Venus Penis is working just fine,” she said in satisfaction. “I’d test full power, but I don’t want to give you an edge.”
I blinked. “What? I have to edge too?” I gaped.
Alissa gave me a confused look. “What? Oh! No! That was a figure of speech. You know? An edge on what you’re trying to accomplish?”
I stared at her, still dealing with the fluttering of my insides as my lower half tried to cope with the cessation of stimulation. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
Alissa gave me a sheepish grin. “Well, never mind. Are you ready?”
“No,” I replied sullenly.
“Good! Let’s start walking!” She announced, nodding her head across the sunlit campus. I slipped my oversized sunglasses on and stared. This was awful. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Then Alissa’s hand was on my back. “Time started ten seconds ago,” she said softly. “In fifty-nine minutes and a few seconds, I’m going to cuff you to a light pole. Cumming non-stop. So if you want to avoid the punishment, then you better start walking that tight, little ass of yours down the sidewalk and look for an opportunity.”
I realized I was close to hyperventilating and struggled to slow my breathing. I glanced at her and nodded. “Okay,” I said finally. My pussy was tingling and I could feel the wetness seeping out around the RVP, soaking the shorts. “I’m ready.”
Alissa smiled. “Me too,” she said, holding up the remote control she’d just used to excite me. “Let’s find someone to flash!”
We started walking down the path and even though no one was in our immediate direction, I felt eyes on me. We weren’t alone, but then nearest guy was a hundred or so feet to my right, staring hard. I knew, without a doubt, that he was looking at us. I mean, why not? Community college campus, hot girls, summer, red hair, bells ringing lightly with each step, and their clothes! Hell, that redheaded girl’s tits were practically falling out of her top!
We got to an intersection and my instinct was to head away from the guy, but Alissa turned us toward him. I have no idea if he changed direction too, but suddenly I was presented with the opportunity both Master Brandon and Alissa had intended.
“Here we go,” Alissa said, matching my unusually slow pace, her thumb ready. “Go for it.”
I took another step, my hands shaking.
“Now Breanne,” Alissa said again, slightly more urgent.
I took another step, my hands still quivering.
“Bre,” Alissa hissed. “Now!”
The guy’s eyes were wide as he passed us, and I caught him giving me a side glance, trying to catch a glimpse of nipple. Then we were past and I let out an explosive gasp as I started breathing again.
“What the fuck?” Alissa demanded softly, looking back over her shoulder. The guy was literally walking backward, eyes glued to my ass. “What the hell was that about?”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry! I just couldn’t! It felt so wrong!”
Alissa rolled her eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Bre. The idea is simple. Every time you flash your tits to someone I turn the RVP on, full power. And might I remind you that you’ve only got an hour or we get out the handcuffs? And fifteen minutes is right around the corner too. Imagine flashing like that? Huh?” She sighed. “So you need to get with the picture.”
I bit my lip. “Yes. Alright,” I replied. We walked another ten feet.
“Um, Bre?” Alissa said. “You might want to pick up the pace.”
I gave her a grumpy look. “Yeah? You might try walking around with something stuck up your pussy, not to mention a fair sized anal plug jammed up your ass.”
Alissa’s mouth was a straight, grim line. “For your information, I happen to be following NHPS Rule #1 right now.”
That made me blink. “What?” I said, coming to a halt.
Alissa nodded. “Ben wa balls. They’re driving me nuts. Every step. Right now, I want to pull you out into the grass, strip us both naked, and then pour suntan oil over your body and just rub myself against every part of your body.”
I stared at her. “Um. I’d need sunscreen. 50 spf.”
Alissa rolled her eyes. “Breanne! I’m trying to tell you that I’m feeling what you’re feeling!”
Now it was my turn. “I am not wearing ben wa balls. I’m stuffed with the RVP, wearing shorts so tight that walking is making it rub against my pussy. Not to mention the anal plug. And I’m the one who has to bare my breasts in order for my handler to turn on the RVP, just so I can cum. Once.”
Alissa shrugged. “You’re the one claiming to be a nympho humiliation pain slut.”
“Yeah? What are you?” I asked as we started walking again.
“I’m just a nympho pain slut,” she said smugly. “I leave the public embarrassment to you.” She nodded her head. “There’s another one. Try this time? Please?” Her hip pushed on mind, altering my trajectory a smidgen and the next, very young looking college student approached, his pace slowing as his eyes widened.
“Now Bre,” Alissa whispered. “Do it!”
And this time, I did.
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