Friday, September 14, 2018

Advise & Consent

“I think I'm going to cum,” I blurted out, my face reddening as Kari looked up. She had been studying an all-leather sofa that had a nine thousand dollar price tag and the look of both pleasure at my predicament, and irritation at the interruption, made my insides tighten up in trepidation. I stood there like a bug under a microscope, my arms crossed over my chest, my hips shaking as the vibroballs rolled, rattled, and rocked inside me. The tiny motors had been set to high ever since we'd entered the luxury furniture store and over the last thirty minutes I'd spent the time resisting the siren call of orgasm, all while working to mitigate the lustful gaze of the salesman hovering thirty feet away. He'd kept a respectful distance, clearly wanting to be on hand in case Kari had a question or elected to purchase something. But I suspected his other goal was to keep the delicious eye candy in sight. And it sure as hell wasn’t Kari he was staring at hungrily.

“I would advise against it, unless you want to be punished,” Kari said in a light, but firm voice. I had little doubt the salesman heard her. But at that particular moment, considering the tension and pressures being inflicted upon me, I didn't really care. Bad enough I was waltzing around with my breasts barely covered, the peasant blouse hanging from a single elastic strand wrapped around my torso, but the blue denim skirt was too short to cover my bottom properly. Kari had been taking outrageous advantage of the fact, ordering me to sit down on over a dozen couches, in various positions, giving our audience frequent opportunities to glimpse my shaved, slick, slit.

I glared at her. Punished? Seriously? I tried to keep the frustration and tension out of my voice, but it still came across as a short hiss. “Want?” I demanded. I glanced back at the salesclerk and took a few steps closer to lessen the chances of being overheard. “You're the one who turned the vibroballs to high! How is it my fault I'm close to cumming?”

“Not close enough to prevent you from complaining I notice,” she sniffed. She pushed her glasses down and looked at me over the rim. “Breanne, it is my prerogative to inflict any state of sexual arousal upon you I wish, for whatever length of time I desire. In addition, I have de facto right to require whatever stipulations I can think of. Right now I wish you to be insanely aroused, humiliated by your attire, paraded around in public, flashing your sexual bits, on the verge of cumming. Should you feel that you are unable to meet these requirements then you will not only be subjected to the forthcoming punishment, but will do so willingly and cheerfully, as a proper nympho humiliation pain slut should.”

It was quite the speech. I sort of listened to it. But when she was done I stood there, frozen for a moment. She gave me a peculiar look, as if she were expecting me to mouth off, or say something sarcastic. Instead I closed my eyes, shuddered, pressed a hand to sex, and popped.

“Oh my God,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “I'm cumming.”

It was a ridiculous thing to say, but I'd grown accustomed to being forced to announce my sexual climaxes in an embarrassing and public fashion. I felt a surge of wetness that soaked my thighs and my heart seemed to race. I gripped the back of the leather sofa as I swayed, my body reacting to the influx of delicious, all natural chemicals that reward the psyche upon sexual release.

I admit it. I'm an addict.

“And thus the punishment, “ said Kari in satisfaction.

It took me maybe thirty seconds to collect myself and I glanced back at the salesman. He was Indian, his thick, dark hair shiny and black. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat too and I couldn't help wondering just how much he had picked up on from thirty feet away. Kari studied me for a moment, then nodded.

“I think a spanking is appropriate,” she stated.

That snapped me out of my euphoria. “What?” I gasped, my pussy tightening around the vibroballs which were still trembling violently.  

Kari smiled. “Yes. A decent hand spanking. With the appropriate accoutrements.”

Spankings are not my favorite thing to endure. First of all, there were some specific rules involved. My mouth went dry. Tears welled up in my eyes as I contemplated the utter humiliation and discomfort headed my way. Kari opened her large purse and reached in. Her hand came back out clutching a purple plastic pendant, which was attached to a rubber tipped clip.

“Here, put this on,” she said, handing me the tiny vibrator.

I took it gingerly, trying to figure out how the hell I was supposed to attach the damn thing to my clit without the sales clerk seeing. Kari turned away from me.

“Ashok?”

The salesclerk hurried forward. “Yes, Ms.Anders?”

“I know we’ve taken much of your time, but I have an additional favor to ask.”

Ashok grinned. “Anything for you Ms.Anders. You are one of our best customers,” Ash insisted, giving me a sideways glance.

Kari smiled at him patiently. “”I'm afraid my assistant has been a bit naughty, and is in need of punishment. I believe a spanking is appropriate under the circumstances. Do you mind if we do it right here?”

Ashok grinned and gave me a lecherous look. The heavy knot in my tummy flipped a few times.

“Excellent,” stated Kari, taking the man’s expression as approval. She waved her hand at me. “Well? Don't just stand there. Put it on.” Her eyes flitted down to the vibrator pendant in my hand.

For a moment panic almost overwhelmed me, but then the cold steely gaze of her stare steadied me. I didn't turn toward Ash, but I didn't turn away either. I lifted the hem of my skirt, looked down at my pink, soaked slit, and tried to keep my hand from shaking as I put on the vibrator pendant. The clamp pinched down on my clitoral hood and the bite of it was intense. Then I flipped the tiny switch on the pendant, activating it. The motor inside spun to life and the cylindrical weight tugged on my clit with unwholesome insistence. A fresh surge of sexual need flashed through me, making my pussy tighten.

“Hmmm…” Kari hummed thoughtfully. “What do you think Ash? Should she bend over the arm of the sofa? Or should she put her hands on the coffee table?”

Ash looked at the peasant blouse covering my top. “I believe the coffee table would be better, Ms.Anders,” He replied succinctly.  

Kari smiled. “Of course. It’s lower. Go ahead Bre. You're a bad little girl. Spread your legs, bend over the table, and brace yourself.”

The vibrating pendant added a whole new aspect to the various sexual sensations I was experiencing. Embarrassed at my predicament, not to mention having this done to me in front of the furniture sales guy, my quivering slit seemed to gush. With short, shallow breaths, I stepped up to the coffee table, spread my legs unwholesomely wide, and then bent over at the waist, placing both hands on the dark oak surface.

Physics being what they are, my clothes responded predictably. My skirt rode upward, thanks to my widened stance, exposing my lush, spankable bottom and pendant clamped clit. My dripping slit was also in view, though only from the backside. My breasts fell downward, as did the vallance-like material of the peasant blouse. Now both creamy, full, globes were visible, the pierced tips glinting with gold. The small, gold padlock dangling from the right nipple swung delicately.

“Ashok? Would you mind putting these on her nipples?” Kari asked, pulling a pair of clover clamps from her purse. Each had a half pound weight attached to the end. Ash’s face brightened and he took them from Kari, then rounded the coffee table to sit on the sofa, inches away from my dangling breasts. He reached up, caressing my breasts, squeezing me softly, for just a moment.

“Make sure the clamps go on her nipples,” Kari warned. “And not her piercings. This is supposed to be a punishment. It should hurt.”

Ash nodded. “Of course. I understand.” I.closed my eyes, a nervous shudder flowing through me. I felt his hands touching my breasts, moving. Then there was cold steel. I gasped.  A biting pain seemed to explode at the tip of my left tit, the clover clamp pinching behind the piercing. Ash gave it an experimental tug, tightening the mechanism, so that along with the humiliation of exposure, and the weight of the assorted hardware, I also had the pressure of the clamp biting at my flesh. I whimpered. Loudy.

He liked that, and began to fasten the other clover clamp.

Kari, in the meantime, had come around to my rump. Her light, thin fingers flipped the denim material of my skirt even higher, baring my entire ass. She rubbed my bottom deftly as Ashok finished with the second nipple clamp. Then, with my nipples and clit throbbing, under the thrilled inspection of a man I'd never before met, stuffed to the gills with vibroballs, and already heavily aroused as my body, heart, and mind was forced right back up the sexual orgasm mountain,  I closed my eyes and did as Kari advised.

I braced myself.

Kari used her bare hand. The stinging slaps cracked against my flesh. Each blow rocked me forward, forcing my breasts to swing. The clamps and weights became pendulums, not just tugging and pinching on the tender tips of my bosom, but twisting my nipples back and forth as Kari spanked me. It made the spanking hurt not just my bottom, but my nipples, and clit too. The sting became heat as Kari reddened my ass, changing creamy white to flushed pink. Soon I was whimpering, hips churning as I struggled with the pain. As I moved, the pendant vibrator did as the nipple clamps, twisting and pulling, the oscillations of the pendant going up to the clamp chewing on my clit, leaving me breathless with desire, hurting in ways I'd only imagined a few minutes before.

One hard last slap made me cry out. Then Kari rubbed her hand over my butt, helping to ease the searing heat as my head hung in misery. I hurt. I burned. I needed. I wanted to cum again. Even if it meant another spanking.

“There we are,” Kari seemed to coo. “A nice, cooked little ass. That will make you think twice about cumming again, won't it?”

“Yes Mistress,” I blubbered, sniffling.

“Now while I finish looking at sofas, you can properly thank Ashok for helping you suffer.”

I glanced at Ash, who grinned at me, pleased with how things were going. I moaned and straightened up. The peasant blouse fell back down over my breasts, but the clamps and weights hung low across my bare midriff, fully visible beneath the hem of the shirt, still tormenting me. The vibrator pendant came to rest against my petals, driving me even closer to climax. Kari looked at me, saw the raw passion on my face and grinned. I was about to ask her for permission to remove the clamps, to end the bitter ache at the tip of each breast, when she reached out and lifted one weight, the one dangling from my left side, which made my crushed nipple throb with heat.

“Do a good job thanking him, and I will consider removing the nipple clamps. Maybe even turning down the vibrators.”

We stared at each other for a moment as I suffered for her. Then I bowed my head in acquiescence. I was here for her pleasure. It was her prerogative to keep me hurting and wanting, to torment and use me. And if she wanted me on the cusp of cumming as I sucked Ash’s cock, my breasts clamped, weighted, and aching; my pussy stuffed, tingling, and buzzing; my ass red and tender, then there was just one thing I felt needed clarification. One minor little issue that needed resolution. I swallowed hard; timid, and scared of the answer I expected.

“What if… what if I'm about to cum?” I asked timidly, my hips already rolling, rocking, and rattling. My clit throbbed with sensation.

Kari smiled.

“I would advise against it, unless you want to be punished,” she replied, repeating herself from earlier. She glanced down at Ash. “Breanne is not permitted to cum, Ash. So keep a close eye on her. If she chooses to be a bad little girl and violate my rules a second time, the next spanking she receives will be over your lap.” The man looked shocked, but then smiled. Kari kissed me, softly, on the lips.

“Have fun and be good,” she said, then turned around and walked away. I turned and looked at Ash, then sank down to my knees. I lifted my peasant blouse, showing him my clamped breasts.

“Sir? May I please suck your cock?” I said it pleadingly, desperately, as my pussy tightened in rapid pulses. The vibroballs seemed to buzz madly. Ash smiled, already unbuckling his pants. I bent down, wrapping my mouth around his cock. He moaned, the guided my head up and down as I bobbed and licked, sucked and teased, suffered, burned and then....

I came up long enough to blurt out just one simple phrase.

“Oh God. “I'm cumming!”





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