09/01/21 - Not the Clothespins!

 

“Careful,” warned Nick. “That almost earned you another one.” The smirk on his face was driving me nuts, almost as much as the stinging sensation still crawling across my ass. I almost stomped my foot, but the footwear I had on wasn’t exactly the kind of shoe you wanted to put through that kind of challenge. I’d twist an ankle and fall on my scantily, fresh caned ass. I took a deep breath, struggling to keep my hands down by my waist as the bells dangling just under my bosom jiggled and tinkled with every step. My face was flushed. I was trying not to pant. And the utter humiliation I was feeling as each passerby blinked and stared in astonishment as Nick escorted me through the mall was enough to almost make me sick to the stomach.

“Are you close yet?” He asked curiously, matching my hesitant, hip thrusting shamble with even and confidant steps. My body trembled from an onslaught of vibrations, a flurry of sensation that left my libido a ravaged ragdoll that had been tossed off a very high cliff. The first orgasm hadn’t been that hard. Humiliating, yes. Quick? Yes. Hard? No

“Yes,” I managed to whimper as another gawking shopper stared in shock at my upper half. The business ends of the tweezer clamp were hidden under the white, gauze like peasant blouse, but the bells that dangled from beneath them were in plain view against my taut belly, ringing with the tiniest of movements. They rang when I breathed. They rang when I moved my arms. They rang when I took a step. And they certainly rang each time Nick had flipped up my skirt and given me a burning welt with the fucking cane he was carrying.

“Just don’t lift your hands,” he said with a grin, twirling the plastic stick in his hands. It had come from a set of blinds in his apartment, detached at the tip, and made for a vicious weapon. I gulped. There were already four lines, etched in red, across my buttocks and I didn’t want any more.

“Okay! Okay!” I blurted out. “I won’t! Geeze! You didn’t have to be such a hardass on this!” I complained. It came out whiney, mostly because I was distracted by the vibrations coming up from between my legs. The majority of those vibrations came from the five motor filled balls that had been stuffed up my ass, but the last bit came from my Rotating Venus Penis, a strap on toy that consisted of a four-inch-long probe attached to a motorized base. There were two motors, one that twirled the cock in a stirring motion, while the other shook the entire apparatus. Only the latter motor was on and my pussy was convulsing in rhythmic pulses, squeezing the probe in desperation. Nick checked his watch.

“You know we’ve been walking for twenty-five minutes?” He asked in amusement. “Honestly, I’m shocked you came so quickly that first time. But then, what with those tweezer clamps, the vibrations, and four strokes of the cane, all while having a nice time getting humiliated, maybe it isn’t so…”

I hit him. Not hard. But a solid thump on the arm. “Nick! Please!” I hissed. His voice was much, much too loud. Conversational. People were overhearing and staring as we walked. Well, while he walked. I sort of hip wiggled.

The outraged expression of a woman who was coming from the opposite direction caused an involuntary response. My pussy tightened. I felt a leaden weight appear in my belly. My ass squeezed the beads tightly. And my arms came up, crossing over my breasts, hiding the tweezer clamps. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it until I heard the tinkling noise stop. I muttered a curse and yanked my hands downward, but it was too late. Nick grinned wickedly, grabbing my arm and pushing me to the side.

“Oops. That’s another,” he said as he forced me into the store next to us. It was a shoe place and he glanced around as I stumbled along. He pulled me behind one of the low shelves and smiled. “Lift it.”

I wilted. “Please! Please Nick! It was an accident! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” I almost blubbered. He shook his head.

“That’s what you said last time. Lift the back of your skirt. You know the drill.”

I blinked, feeling the tears forming, but I did as he told me. Across the store, near the back, I could see the clerk there watching us. He couldn’t see anything below my waist, but since he was getting a pretty impressive look at my tits, especially as I bent over slightly, lifting my skirt, I wasn’t exactly feeling great about the situation. I heard the cane whistle and then a searing, brutal sting cross my butt and I yelped, jerking upright as I let my skirt fall back down.

The bells rang.

“Owww! Fuck!” I squealed, both hands going to my ass, clenching my cheeks. “That fucking hurt!”

Nick laughed. “It’s supposed to. Now, are you going to cum? Or do we need to swap out clamps?”

I bit my lip. One of the clerks had moved out from behind her counter and was heading our direction. “No,” I said quickly to both questions, jerking my hands away from my burning bum. “Let’s go. Please?” I begged. The sting, combined with the vibrations, melded into something even more strenuous and as Nick took my arm and escorted me out of the store, I licked my lips in frustration. Having cum just ten minutes before, the second orgasm was going to take a bit more… stimulation.

“Okay,” I breathed a minute later. “I want the rotation function on,” I told him. Nick’s eyebrow went up.

“Really?” He asked with a pleased smile. “Let me get the clover clamps out.” He paused. “Do you want the weights?”

I shook my head. The clover clamps were going to dramatically change my stimulation situation. Right now, with the tweezer clamps, my nipples were only experiencing a soft, delicate pressure. No pain. That was about to change. Besides, why suffer even more when a little would do?

“Are you sure? You could get both functions on,” he teased as he pulled the steel clover clamps out of his pocket. We looked at each other and I rolled my eyes.

“Come on,” I muttered, grabbing his hand. I pulled him into the next store, a clothing place, and behind a rack I let go of his hand and turned to face him. The peasant blouse was basically a valance. A free hanging curtain attached to an elastic line that kept it somewhat in place. That somewhat was because an errant breeze, or me bending over, tended to allow my full breasts to present themselves to the world. In this case, I swept one arm upward, baring my bosom as Nick’s hands came up. He didn’t just remove the tweezer clamps. He groped me, squeezing and kneading my chest as his fingers tugged the tweezers free with a ringing sweep. He jammed them in his pocket and then brought up the clover clamps.

“Ready?” He asked with a smirk.

I nodded. I tried to control my breathing, but the RVP and anal beads were still shaking, albeit on their lowest setting. It was driving me batty. There was just enough to make my slit a sodden swamp, but not enough to push me over the edge. “Do it,” I hissed.

Nick knew how to put the clamps on and he set the plier liked pincers deep, behind the silver barbell piercings on both nipples. I groaned softly as the bit down, pinching deliciously. It wasn’t quite enough to make me cum, but damn if the pain didn’t supercharge the stimulation I was already feeling.

“Mmmm,” Nick hummed. “Looks good.” Then he frowned as I let the peasant blouse fall back down to cover my suffering nipples. “Oh. You can’t see them!”

I glanced down. The outlines of the clamps were noticeable, but since the peasant blouse is pleated, I knew what he was talking about. You had to be close to realize that the lumps weren’t just folded material. I took a deep breath, felt the pressure of the clamps on my nubs, and groaned.

“Are you sure you don’t want the weights on?” Nick asked hopefully.

I gave him a little glare. “No.”

“So additional humiliation is an acceptable alternative to pain. Got it.”

I stopped and gave him another glare. “Adding the weights increases both pain and humiliation, because everyone would be able to see the weights hanging from my tits.”

“I know!” He said brightly. “Wouldn’t that be awesome?” He pulled out the RVP controller. “Time to switch.” He thumbed the slider for the vibrations and I felt them slow even more and then go still. My pussy didn’t like that. Not one bit. I let out a groan. Then he moved the other control and the four-inch-long probe inside me began to turn.

And boy did my pussy like that.

I grabbed his arm as waves of acute pleasure shot through me and Nick tucked the controller away with a grin. Carefully, he escorted me out of the store and we turned, walking slowly along the common area of the mall. I tried hard to control my breathing as my pussy quivered and tightened, responding to the probing finger swirling inside me. The vibrations from the anal beads were almost enough to shake the RVP.

“Can you… can you…” I gulped. “Turn up the anal beads?” I begged.

Nick let out a laugh. “Nope. Not allowed.”

I let out a frustrated sound and did the unthinkable. I crossed my arms over my chest. Not because I was trying to hide my boobs, but just for comfort. I realized what I did a second too late, yanking my arms back down, but Nick had seen.

“Oh boy!” He exclaimed. “Another swat!” He tapped my butt with the cane, right over the denim skirt and I didn’t bother trying to protest as he pushed me into the next store. Clothing again. He found a quiet corner, gave me an excited grin and I turned around, flipping the back of my skirt up. I closed my eyes, not wanting to know when the stroke was going to land.

“Ready?” He asked, rubbing my buttocks with the cane. It was insult and stung a little, thanks to the five red lines he’d already etched there.

“No,” I whimpered. But in reality, I was. “Just do it.”

He lifted the cane away from my rump and then snapped his wrist with a quick flick. The hard plastic stick smacked loudly into my ass and I yelped again, this time through clenched teeth, as the pain shot through my lower half, straight to my pussy.

Straight into my pussy.

Suddenly I was there. The pinching of my nipples. The stir of the RVP in my cunt. The vibrations in my bottom. The burn of the cane. The humiliation and embarrassment. My sex tightened up and I began thrusting, waves of pleasure and pain mixing to overload my brain. I gasped, flushing red as I began panting.

“I’m… I’m…” I began to say.

“Not here!” Nick shook his head. “You aren’t allowed to cum inside stores. You know that.” But he didn’t pull me forward. We were only twenty or so feet from the entrance. I’d been eagerly accepting the orgasm. Now I was trying to hold off as I surged toward the commons. Need crashed and burned through my veins and I managed, just barely, to get my tiny sandaled feet onto the tile when I couldn’t hold it back any more.

“Oh my God!” I blurted out, more than loud enough to be heard by several people walking by. “I’m cumming!” I shook violently as the orgasm rocked through me and I felt Nick wrap an arm around me as I shuddered. I closed my eyes, panting as I leaned against him. The only blessing was that the squirt of cum that would have splattered my toes, shoes, and the floor, was bottled up by the RVP mashed against my pussy. Instead, I felt the fluid seep down my inner thigh.

Nick was laughing as he maneuvered me a little further down the concourse. I was mindless at that point, my second orgasm overwhelming. And in just forty minutes! Two of them! Not shabby at all!

“Want to take the clover clamps off?” Nick asked softly.

I blinked and took a breath. I had to take stock. I’d had the metal clamps on for less than five minutes and while my nipples were throbbing, they weren’t that painful. At least not yet. I shook my head.

“No break?” He asked curiously.

I licked my lips. “No. No break. Third orgasm.”

Nick’s eyebrow went up. “You think you can ride the wave.” It was a statement, not a question. I’m multi-orgasmic and I knew what he was thinking. Hell, I was thinking it too. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to ride the flow and cum a third time.

Or not.

“Look, every second I’m out here, people are looking at me,” I whispered.

Nick agreed. “Because they want to fuck you.”

I ignored that. “The sooner I cum the third time, the faster I’m done.”

“Put the weights on then. I can turn both functions of the RVP on.”

I bit my lip. “Give me a second.”

He shrugged. “Okay, but we walk.” He took my elbow and propelled me down the mall corridor, walking me slowly. He stood between me and the crowds, so that my right side was against the storefronts. It was a gentlemanly gesture but did little to keep the looks I was getting from being seen. Some people stared openly. Some surreptitiously. Some grinned. Some leered. Some gave me looks of disgust. Some men looked at Nick with jealousy, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Don’t you worry that someone will recognize you?” I asked in frustration a few minutes later.

“Nope,” he replied cheerfully. “Being seen with a gorgeous, redheaded fuck slut is only going to improve my reputation.”

I frowned. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing,” I replied ruefully. I looked away from another person staring at me. I felt… dirty. As if the only thing I was good for was being humiliated, hurt, and fucked.

He laughed. “How’s your pussy?” He asked. “Ready to cum again? Or do you want the weights?”

I bit my lip. I wasn’t anywhere close to cumming again and I think he knew it. The RVP spinning around on low, after a second orgasm, just wasn’t doing it. There wasn’t enough. I needed… more. I held off on saying it, hoping the passing minutes and us walking would work me into a froth, but practically with each step, with each throb of the clover clamps on my nipples, I knew I’d need more to get over that edge again. I concentrated on not earning another swat to my ass with the cane, along with ignoring the looks. But despite the steady stir of the probe in my cunt, the vibrations in my bottom, and the pulsing of the tips of my breasts, I knew it was going too slow.

“Okay,” I blurted out, almost five minutes later. “Fine. Weights.”

Nick smiled and once more reached into his pockets. The two steel weights were pendants, each about three inches long, smooth and heavy. The top held attachments making it easy to hook them on the clover clamps. He pulled me to a stop and lifted the first.

“Wait!” I exclaimed in a panic. “Not here!” I glanced around. There were too many people and not a few of them were staring over at the two of us.

Nick laughed. “You don’t have to expose your tits,” he chided. He flicked at the hem of the peasant blouse and I gasped, bringing up my hands, scared he was going to expose me. “Ooh. That’s another swat with the cane.”

My eyes widened. “What? I wasn’t covering my breasts! I was keeping you from flipping up my blouse!”

Nick grinned. “By covering your breasts.”

I slumped. “Nick… please! It hurts!”

Nick pushed me toward the store behind me and I stumbled along, my pussy quivering. “Hey, you got your wish. I’m going to put the weights on in here.”

I bit my lip, trembling as he tucked me behind one of the displays. He lifted the weights and nodded. “Expose your tits, babe.” I glanced around. The clerks were all near the back, totally oblivious, so I exposed my chest again for him. The clover clamps quivered as I breathed, the pincers biting down hard on my nipples. Nick didn’t waste any time and a moment later an extra pound of weight was hanging from each breast. The steel pendants pulled downward on the clamps, which tightened in response on my delicate flesh and the corresponding hurt that rushed through my bosom made me groan pitifully. It felt like someone was taking a hammer, setting my nipples just above a board, and then giving each one a nice hard tap. In unison.

“Now, bend over and grab your ankles,” Nick ordered.

Breathless from the pain in my chest, I gave him a concerned look. “What?”

“Bend over.”

I blinked. “But… but my shirt!”

Nick lifted the cane and gave the weight hanging from my right tit a solid tap. “Owww!” I yelped, my hand coming up to my chest, catching the weight.

“Well, that’s two strokes to your ass,” he retorted. His eyes narrowed. “Now bend over.” The tone of his voice darkened and deepened, and I felt a surge of lust run through me. Any resistance inside me folded and all I could feel was the RVP swirling through my pussy. Then, before I could even comply, I felt the vibrations start up again, the Rotating Venus Penis dancing along my labia and against my clit, shaking even the four-inch-long probe steadily spinning in my sex.

Suddenly, I wanted to bend over. I groaned and did as told. I felt him flick my skirt up with the cane, exposing my white, red lined bottom. My hips were already churning, thanks to the combination of vibration and swirling, and my ass tightened around the vibrating anal beads in expectation. I felt the brush of the hard, plastic rod against my flank as Nick rubbed the target spot. My peasant blouse fell straight down from the elastic and my breasts, both clamped and weighted, came exposed, dangling beneath me in full view. I put my hands on my shins, sucked in a breath, and waited.

“Make sure you stay in position after the first stroke,” Nick said quietly, clearly not wanting to attract attention. I felt a thrill of fear and I realized that I was close to hyperventilating. Then I heard the swish of the cane and before I could even think, it struck my bottom.

Pain exploded across my butt and I jerked with a sharp, loud shriek as both hands snapped backward to my bottom. Holy fuck! It felt like he’d poured whiskey across my rump and lit it on fire! The weights on my breasts bobbed viciously, doubling the hurt, but even that didn’t change how my ass felt. I whirled, looking at him aghast, my bottom lip trembling as I struggled not to cry.

Nick smiled wickedly. “One more.”

For a moment, neither of us moved. I stood there, back ramrod straight, my hands on my butt. Then I heard a voice behind me.

“Can I help you two?”

I twisted and spotted one of the clerks standing a few feet away. She was a cute thing, in her lower twenties, wearing a cute little number that while similar to my own outfit, was about twenty times more decent. The off the shoulder top emphasized her curves without making her look like a slut and the skirt was fashionable, rather than revealing. Like mine.

“No,” I managed to blurt out, hands still behind me, fingers covering the hurting welt, but Nick waved his fucking stick around.

“Actually, yes. My girlfriend is being a bit naughty. She’s earned herself another smack, but she thinks I’m too vicious. Would you mind giving her the next one?” He held the cane out to the clerk.

My eyes widened and I saw the poor woman looking down at my rump, which is when I realized that I’d managed to put my hands on my ass before letting the skirt fall down. Which meant she could see the end of the anal beads stuffing my butt, not to mention the six criss-crossing lines that had been drawn by that very cane across my bottom. I quickly pulled the back of my skirt down.

“You can’t be serious,” she said firmly, giving Nick a dark look.

Nick laughed and gestured. “Look at her. She’s a pain slut. Clamps and weights on her tits, vibrating beads up her ass, and you’d be shocked if I told you about the toy strapped to her cunt.”

She hesitated, then looked at me. “Is this consensual?”

I didn’t hesitate. I looked her straight in the eye, turning to face her. I was blushing furiously, but I nodded. “Yes. It’s consensual. I’m a nympho humiliation pain slut.”

Both Nick and I could see the indecision on her face and Nick gave up. “Come on, Bre. I’ll give you the next swat elsewhere.” He turned toward the clerk. “Sorry to bother you. Have a good day.” Then he took my arm, pulling me toward the entrance. He made it two feet before she stopped us.

“Wait.” Nick turned and looked at her. She glanced back over her shoulder. “Okay. But over here.” She gestured toward the far wall. Nick grinned and turned me back around. We followed her to a niche neither of us had noticed and she stopped, tilting her head to look toward the back of the store.

“Okay, she can’t see us here,” the clerk said, obviously referring to her co-worker. I felt weak and lost and mostly just insanely aroused. Nick nodded, glanced at me, and smiled.

“Bend over again, sweetheart.” He handed the cane to the clerk as I once more bent over. My blouse went straight down, my breasts dangled in view, the clamps and weights swung awkwardly. I felt a hand, rather than the cane, on my bottom and it felt feminine. My skirt was flicked upward and she began touching my bottom, tracing the lines already left.

“Do they hurt?” She asked softly.

I nodded. “They sting,” I managed to reply. “Especially when you’re touching them.”

She jerked her hand away. “Oh. Sorry.”

Nick snorted. “Whatever. Touch them. She likes the pain.” He reached out and I hissed as he gave my left buttock a smack. It sounded very loud, but it didn’t hurt. What hurt was the way the weights hanging from my tits swung. The clover clamps seemed to get even tighter and my nipples throbbed in time with my heart beat. The girl touched me again and I struggled to hold still as she ran her finger back and forth from one side to the other, her nail tracing each line. Then she moved to my side and lifted the cane.

“Remember, you have to hit her hard enough to leave a mark,” warned Nick. “Otherwise, you have to hit her again.”

She nodded. I sucked in a breath and held it. Time seemed to stop and my bottom puckered. All I felt was the motors, churning and buzzing away at my sex and ass, along with the aching pulse of the my nipples in the clam…

“CRACK”

Pain exploded across my ass and I shot up like a gazelle suddenly in fear of its life as it was chased down by a lioness. Both of my hands went to my bottom, and I squealed for a moment, though I managed to get it quiet again a moment later. As the burn across my buttocks faded into a bright heat, I realized that my chest, just below my breasts, was hurting too. My sudden posture change had caused the weights to smack my ribs pretty good. I groaned, whimpering, and brought my arms up. I rubbed at my ribs, groaning.

“Nicely done. Hold still, Breanne. We want to check the line.” Nick grabbed my waist and hitched up my skirt, exposing my ass as I buried my face in his shoulder. I wasn’t crying but I was close, and I clung to him, everything aching, everything screaming “cum you slut!” I felt a hand on my bottom again and I felt my hips thrust. The base of the RVP was pressed between Nick’s thigh and my pubis and a moment later I was humping him desperately as the clerk found her mark and redrew it with her finger. The burn hadn’t even left and I felt myself ripening, pleasure and pain melding and swirling, much like that damn probe in my pussy with the vibrations…

“Nick,” I whispered. “I need to cum,” I moaned, mashing my toy covered pussy against his hip. He let out a chuckle.

“Not here or it won’t count,” he replied. I swallowed hard.

“Let’s go?”

He shook his head. “Not yet.” He kissed my forehead but held onto me. “Stand still,” he added. The clerk’s hand was still on my ass, rubbing and grabbing my buttocks and I managed for all of maybe eight seconds. Then my hips thrust forward again.

“Nick!” I hissed, starting to get just a little panicky. “I’m not allowed to cum inside a store! If I do, it won’t count.” My pussy thumped against his leg again and I felt the pressure. I wasn’t a minute away. I was seconds.

He nodded. “So don’t cum,” he replied.

“Nick? Please?” I begged. “Please?” Our eyes met and I knew I was doomed. I tried. I really did. I tried not to thrust again…

Then I shuddered and exploded.

“Is she… cumming?” The clerk asked in astonishment as I trembled violently, grinding myself against Nick.

Nick, who is much taller than me, grinned over my head as I mewled and rippled. “Absolutely.” I felt the juices from my cunt leak out from around the RVP and my head spun as all the wonderful chemicals my body produced naturally surged through my blood. Nick held me up as my knees buckled and I sagged against him.

“Ooh. Oh boy. Come on Bre. Hold it together,” he said, pushing me back up straight. My eyes fluttered and I had this stupid grin on my face. “Yeah. Okay.”

But then the pleasure faded and was replaced by the hurt. My bottoms stung. My nipples were in agony. I blinked and groaned, then reached up, quickly unclipping the steel clover clamps from my breasts. A surge of pain hit me as the blood rushed back into my nipples.

“Oh my God,” muttered the clerk, watching with a fascinated expression. Nick clicked his tongue and pulled the remote to the RVP out of his pocket.

“Going down,” he told me blithely. Then the RVP’s swirling and vibrating slowed and stopped and I was left with a partially stuffed and understandably tender pussy. He held out his hand and I put the clamps in it. “Don’t think you’re getting off on this,” he said warningly. I nodded. I knew I’d fucked up. Or he’d set me up. One or the other. He was only allowed to pull me into stores when I needed to be caned. And he knew I was only allowed to cum in the concourse. This orgasm, which was supposed to be my third and final orgasm, didn’t count.

Fuck.

“Go wait for me at the entrance,” Nick said, putting his mouth close to my ear. I nodded, more than sufficiently humiliated. I glanced back at the clerk who was still looking at me in shock and then pushed it out of my mind. I headed for the mall concourse, smoothing down the back of my skirt, and once Nick wasn’t looking, my peasant blouse.

Out in the mall I took stock. Within about two seconds I already had strangers eyeballing me and I was immediately sure they all knew I’d just had an orgasm. I could feel the wetness seeping down my thighs. My ass still tingled and vibrated from the anal beads, and the RVP, pressed tightly against my sex, stuffing it with that four-inch-cock, sat immobile. My nipples still throbbed a bit as circulation returned to them and I realized that Nick was going to make me walk the mall again. If I wanted the RVP on, to shorten the time I was being ogled and humiliated, I had to accept more nipple clamp pain. I looked back. Nick was talking to the clerk, who was walking him to where I stood. Nick had his phone out and was typing something into it. Then, he nodded, smiled at her, put his phone away, and joined me as she headed back toward her counter.

“What was that about?” I asked.

Nick grinned. “Nothing. I want a blow job.”

I blinked. “What?”

He shrugged. “I’m horny. Watching you strut your stuff and cum has turned me on.”

“But… we had sex before coming to the mall!” I protested. “You already exploded.”

He nodded knowingly. “Exactly.” Then he leaned forward and took my hand. “But think about this, if we are in private with you sucking my cock, no one can see you shaking your booty out here.”

He had a point. I considered it for a moment and then nodded. “Okay. There’s a spot close by.” I took the lead and pulled him along. He deliberately lagged, just so the walk would take longer and more people would get a look at me, but finally I turned into the department store I was looking for, and found a restroom complex with one of those “family” bathrooms. On a weekday? Way back here? I wasn’t worried about making some mother with five diapered kids wait.

The bathroom was spacious and Nick immediately unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers as I went down on my knees, suddenly hungry and passionate. I grabbed hold of his cock and began eagerly sucking, rubbing his shaft with my hand, licking the tip and underside, then caressing his balls. When I heard him moan, I knew he was ready. I pulled my head back.

“Nick? Can I please have the tweezer clamps?” Then I sucked on him again.

I could tell it took him a moment, and his hand even moved toward his pocket. Then he blinked and looked down.

“No,” he said roughly, even as his cock bobbed in my mouth. “You’re trying to exchange your toy time in here for when you’re supposed to be out in the mall, giving everyone a show.”

My eyes widened. I hadn’t expected him to be that clued in, because that was exactly what had gone through my mind. Get aroused enough in private, while sucking his cock, and maybe I could have that last orgasm back out in the concourse with minimal exposure. I glared at him, but like a good girl, kept sucking.

“Unless of course,” he added, “You’d like to put on the clothespins. They override everything.”

I pulled back again. “No,” I spat. “I’m not doing that,” I told him immediately. “No way.”

He shrugged. “Okay. No vibrations then, at least until we’re back out in the mall.” He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me back down onto his shaft. I dropped one hand away from his groin and put it between my ow legs. No vibrations? Fine. I could do it myself! I licked and sucked on him while my fingers diddled my own sex, slipping underneath the RVP. Or at least, I tried to. It wasn’t easy. The Rotating Venus Penis was on tight and it was in the way. I tried to multitask on both of us, but as expected, my master found his satisfaction long before I was even close.

Hot, white cream shot out into my mouth and I gagged once at the unexpectedness of it. I gulped, getting it down as Nick unloaded his balls into me and I swallowed the last bit of spunk as his cock began to soften. I kept sucking though. I always do, and even as my knees started to hurt from the hard floor, I kept at it until Nick pushed me away. He helped me up, then got his clothing back together. I checked my face in the mirror, discovering only a few smears of cum that had smudged my lip gloss.

Nick let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, then looked at me. “Are you ready to go back out into the mall?” He asked. I turned around and leaned back against the vanity. It was a provocative pose. My feet were spread wide and the skirt rode up just enough to let the base of the RVP peak out. Even the peasant blouse sort of lifted and the underside of my breasts came into view. I licked my lips, trying to look like a seductive fuckslut needing attention.

“Yes sir,” I said in a low-pitched tone. “I’m ready to cum for you.”

He smiled. “Well, if you want the RVP on, at any level, you’re going to have to accept one of the clamp sets.” He stepped right up to me, brought his hands up to my shirt, and flipped it up, exposing my boobs. His thumbs brushed my nipples and I let out a soft groan of pleasure. “Tweezers? You’ll get the vibrations.”

I gulped and shook my head. “Not enough,” I whispered.

He grinned. “Well, if you want the rotation function on, you have to wear the clover clamps again.”

“I want both functions,” I replied.

“Weights,” he replied smiling. “I don’t mind that. Of course, that would just be on low. If you want medium, or high…”

I put a hand on his chest. “Medium. I don’t need high,” I told him quickly.

He tilted his head in acquiescence. “As you wish,” he said as he pulled out the alligator clamps. They were attached to a steel chain which weighed almost a pound by itself. Both had slightly dulled teeth, and were basically electrical clamps that had been adulterated by concerned citizens so that they wouldn’t cut too deeply into my nipples. That said, they’d still hurt, in a very different manner than the weighted clover clamps. I took a deep breath as he brought the two steel pincers up and I watched as the teeth closed down on the soft, pink, pierced tips of my tits.

Ow.

Sharp, spikey pain shot through my tits and I let out a high-pitched whine as Nick pulled his hands away. I tiled my head back, my teeth clenched together, waiting for what I needed, and Nick gave it to me a moment later. The probe in my pussy spun up, this time twice as strong, and then the vibrations added to the mix. I gasped, the pleasure mixing with the pain and I brought my arms up, crossing them as I hugged myself.

“Damn it, Bre!” Nick muttered. I blinked and immediately dropped my arms.

“Wait! I wasn’t covering up!” I blubbered.

He rolled his eyes. “I know,” he muttered. “Which is why I’m not going to cane your ass for the infraction.”

My eyes widened. “You’re not?” I asked in shock.

The corner of his mouth curled up. “No. I’m going to give the sole of each foot a good solid whack instead.”

My chin dropped as I stared at him. “What? Wait. No!”

He held up a finger. “Turn around, lean over the sink, and slip your foot out of that sandal. Lift it up.”

I bit my lip. “You can cane my bottom,” I offered lamely.

He shook his head. “No. The soles of your feet.”

My nipples were starting to throb and the RVP was pushing my arousal to higher levels. Slowly I turned around and leaned forward. My breasts fell out from under the curtain of my peasant blouse and I shuffled my right foot, tugging it out of my high heel, only to lift it up, the soft arch presented. Nick moved to my side and I felt the cane against the center of my foot, right in the middle. Then he hit me.

It wasn’t as bad as I expected, but it hurt. I yelped, shook my foot, and felt him rub the cane up my leg, all the way to my butt.

“Other foot now,” he said softly. My toes curled as I struggled to get my high heeled sandal back on but managed after a moment. My pussy was starting to contract and tighten and I could feel the sexual pressure building rapidly. That’s when I realized that I had unwittingly gotten exactly what I’d asked him for. The opportunity to vibrate and churn my way closer to orgasm in private. And all I’d had to do was get a punishment.

I may have spent three times the time getting my other foot out of the sandal and up.

The other blow was about as hard as the first and later that day, when I checked, Nick hadn’t even hit my feet hard enough to leave a welt. There was only a bit of redness on my arches. That didn’t stop me from playing it up though, wincing and rolling my ankle, taking every bit of time I could squeeze from him before I put my shoe back on.

“Come on,” Nick said, probably realizing I was stalling. “Let’s get back out in the mall.” He took my arm, his cane twirling in the other hand, and we opened the bathroom door. We escaped quickly, heading back toward the concourse as my pussy became a maelstrom of sensation. The chain hanging from my burning, tingling nipples, swung with each step, but I tried to tell myself that it was better than the bells, despite the pain. Regardless, my body did what it usually does, encapsulate the sensation, sending it up to my fucked up, painslut, masochistic brain in its usual flurry. We’d barely made it past a dozen stores before I grabbed Nick’s arm.

“Oh my God,” I said loudly. “I’m cumming!”

And the juices spurted out from around the RVP, splattering my legs and even the floor. My hips twitched violently as I burst like a freshly pinched grape in front of almost a hundred people. I was positive all of them were watching the redheaded fuckslut cum and adrenaline shot through my body. I felt supercharged as my pussy fluttered and tightened and locked down on the RVP. Then Nick wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly as I whimpered and shook, quivering as if I were suffering a seizure. I closed my eyes as the familiar sensation of satisfaction, of utter bliss, replaced the energy and I slumped against him. Then, even the sexual euphoria faded and I started to feel only the tight, bitter shards of pain coming up from my nipples. I squirmed.

“See?” Nick said gently. “That wasn’t hard. Was it?”

I shook my head, licking my lips. “Please? Can I take off the clamps?”

He nodded and pushed me backward. A moment later we were in another store. His hand swept up under my blouse and I gasped as he freed first one nipple, then the other. I groaned and grabbed hold of him again, eyes closed. The RVP continued to vibrate and swirl inside me. I expected him to turn it off, but he didn’t. He took my hand and pulled me back out into the mall.

“Nick?” I said urgently. “The RVP. It’s supposed to be off.”

He grinned. “Call it a reward,” he said with a shrug.

I blinked. “I don’t need it. I’ve cum four times.”

He let out a laugh. “Maybe you’ll cum five.”

I looked around. “Nick, the car is the other way.”

He nodded. “Nothing says we can’t do some window shopping.”

I grabbed his wrist with my other hand. “Nick!” I said urgently. He only laughed. He pulled me along and now, without the pain coming from my nipples, and with the RVP still on medium, my insides were rapidly adjusting to the waves of pleasure still coming up from between my legs. Nick paused frequently, admiring or asking my opinion on some outfit or display, walking me back the way we’d come.

The way I’d cum. And each step brought me closer.

I spotted her almost immediately. It was as if she were watching for us. Her blonde hair, smart outfit and pretty blue eyes. It was the girl. The clerk who had given my poor ass two swats of the cane. Nick marched me right up to the store front and back in. Nick started to head toward the same niche as before, but the girl shook her head.

“Cindy is in the back, eating lunch,” she told him.

Nick grinned. “Elizabeth, this is Breanne. Bre, Elizabeth.”

I bit my lip. “Hello,” I said softly.

“Hello Breanne,” she replied. There was a tone in her voice. I recognized it. Desire. I was just about to say something when the RVP strapped to my loins went silent. Off. Totally.

I gasped, my hands shooting to my groin as my pussy objected. Strenuously. “Nick?”

He held up the controller. “Sorry Bre. I’m not giving you any more orgasms.”

Frustrated, I swallowed and struggled to stay composed. It wasn’t easy.

“But I will,” Elizabeth said softly. I blinked and turned toward her.

“What?” I whispered.

Elizabeth smiled. “Nick gave me his number. He said when I was done with work, I could come over and have you.” She brought a hand up, slipping it beneath my peasant blouse. Her fingers felt hot to the touch and I shuddered with longing. Suddenly she was even closer and our mouths were just inches away.

“Do you want that?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I whimpered as her finger and thumb found my nipple.

“Then there’s just one thing you have to do for me, to get ready,” she breathed softly.

“Anything,” I blurted out, melting like butter.

And her other hand came up.

Holding Nick’s clothespins.

 

***

 

 How I made it back to Nick’s sedan I don’t know. The clothespins stuck out from my breasts, the white material of the peasant blouse resting on them like a shelf, the entirety of my nipples and underboob completely visible. My ass burned horribly, thanks to the five new lines etched across my buttocks, adding to the six previous ones given to me. My feet hurt, my nipples throbbed, and the RVP was spinning and shaking like mad. Not one, but two additional orgasms had hit me while I’d been humiliated, marched on my way back to the car.

“Well, I’m surprised we didn’t attract police attention,” Nick mused playfully as he pushed me into the passenger seat. My breasts bobbed as I panted desperately.

“Please? Please?” I whimpered. “I can’t… I can’t…”

Nick laughed. “Elizabeth made me promise. She has to be the one who removes them.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss. “But if you want, I can turn the RVP off for you.”

I closed my eyes.

“No thank you,” I whispered. “I’m fine.”

Ow. And… oh…. Oh yes.

  

Breanne, for today’s assignment, you will start out by changing into your favorite outfit – a super short denim skirt and your white peasant blouse. I think high heeled sandals would also be appropriate for the task at hand. Underneath the skirt you will have the joy of not one, but two toys. First, your Rotating Venus Penis, which I would like tightly strapped to your loins, the small but fun probe buried in your wet, pink, little slit. The second toy will be your vibrating anal beads, which I would like well lubricated and popped, one by one, into your derriere. You will also need your tweezer clamps with bells, your clover clamps (unchained) with one pound weights, and your alligator clamps. Lastly, you need a friend with a thin cane. Then go to the mall.

Your task, once you get to a suitably embarrassing public place, will be to walk the mall until you’ve cum three times. That’s right. You get to orgasm! I expect you to do it publicly. No hiding in stores or behind stuff. In addition, don’t forget to announce them as you’ve been taught. Of course you’re wondering what’s the catch? This should be easy, right? Well, the RVP won’t be on. That’s right. Only the vibrating anal beads will be active for this. At least, unless you’re willing to purchase the use of the RVP.

To turn on the vibrations, set to low, you will need to put on the tweezer clamps. Should you wish to alternate to the stirring sensation of the RVP’s probe churning in your cunt, you will need to put on the clover clamps. Want both vibrations and stirring? Add the one pound weights to the clover clamps and you can turn both functions to low. And if you want both functions on medium, you’ll need to put on the alligator clamps.

You can only wear one set of clamps at a time. You can take the clamps off whenever you want, but the RVP has to get turned off as a result. Oh, and no covering up your tits with your arms. That’s why you are bringing a friend. Their job is to make sure you don’t cover your breasts, for any reason. If you do, they are to immediately flip up the back of your skirt and give you one hard stroke across both buttocks. Admittedly, I would like it if your ass ends up nicely striped, as well as vibrated and fucked.

Lastly, I’ll give you another option. Should you wish to turn the RVP up to full power, you may do so by placing a set of wooden clothespins on your nipples, positioned correctly. The catch is that once they’re on, they can’t come off until the assignment is done. Have fun! – Master Brandon

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