Assignment 07-08-10

#1 Next Assignment: Assigned by Master Brandon. Breanne, you will take your largest vibrator, your butterfly clitoral stimulator, and your Japanese clover nipple clamps and go to your barn. Once you are at the barn, you will need to create a platform for you to lie on, where your breasts can hang beneath you. You will get a bucket and a watering can or hose. You will strip naked. Insert the vibrator and turn it to maximum. Put on the butterfly stimulator and turn it to maximum. Then put one clamp on. Lie down on the platform so that your breasts hang down underneath you. String the handle of the bucket on the chain connecting the clamps and attach the loose clamp to your other breast. Lie face down completely and use one hand to start filling the bucket beneath you. You may get up when either the bucket causes one of the clamps to get tugged off your breast, or when you cum.

One of the things I like about Master Brandon’s assignments is that they’re relatively easy to set up. There is rarely a need to “arrange” things, especially people, which I like since people can be weird and not exactly predictable in their responses. For example, if I went to the mall and stopped ten guys and asked them to spank me on my bare bottom, four would turn me down flat, thinking I was either crazy, or yanking their chain. Three would agree hesitantly, and only after much persuasion that I was on the level and probably after I was forced to offer a blow job to go with the spanking. Two would just go with the flow, spank me silly, and then go, and one would not only spank me, but try to fuck me immediately afterward, without my permission. See? Not predictable.

Yesterday morning I moved four small rectangular hay bales out behind the barn near the hose. Yes, it was out in the warm sun, but our hose won’t reach into the barn and I don’t have a watering can. At least not one that will fill up our two gallon bucket! Then later that afternoon, I grabbed my supplies, chucked them into a bag, and went out to the scene of my latest escapade.

It didn’t take long to get everything in place. The water hose with the squirt sprayer and the bucket were the easiest. Once I had the water on, I laid out my more personal equipment and stripped naked. I had been wearing my flip flops, some khaki shorts, a pair of pink bikini style panties, a red tee shirt, and a white bra. All this came off until I was standing nude behind my barn, looking out over about seventy five acres of soy and grazing fields.

I took hold of my seven inch pink vibrator and sat down on the edge of the hay bale. Spreading my legs felt so natural! I was already wet, just from the knowledge of what was about to happen, so the vibrator slipped in easily and deeply. In fact, it went in to well, because when I twisted the base to maximum, I couldn’t help thrusting it in and out several times. Then I couldn’t resist pressing my thumb against my clit. Then I couldn’t stop myself from cumming.

Ooops.

Once I had settled down a little I reinserted the pink vibrator. Fortunately, my little masturbation session took a little bit of the edge off and I was able to squirm my way into the butterfly stimulator and positioning it directly above my clit. I went weak at the knees again as I turned it on to its highest setting, the little bump of rubber at the rear of the stimulator lively and violently rubbing against my clit. I grabbed hold of my Japanese Clover Leaf clamps, which are these massive monsters designed not to come off, no matter how hard you pull. In fact, they actually will tighten. Kari bought these for me years ago. I got one clamp on my breast, the chain bumping my hip, and I know I winced when it locked down.

I had to grit my teeth as I knelt on one block of stacked hay, and then fell forward, catching my upper body on another stack. I got down, feeling the sharp prickly plant poke my thighs and stomach. Then I rested my head on my arm, which supported my upper half and I could feel the open air beneath me. With my right arm, I reached for the empty bucket and quickly threaded the metal handle onto the chain of the nipple clamps.

I didn’t just do it once either. I looped it several times. I was hoping this would give it some stability as well as make sure that the bucket wouldn’t actually touch the ground. I’ve got 36b breasts, so they aren’t tiny. Granted, they’re not huge either, but it works for me.

The other clamp bit nicely down on my left breast and I almost came right there. In retrospect, Master Brandon should have made it clear that I wasn’t allowed to stop until I came AFTER the bucket was full. Oh. And NO ONE has set punishment rules for when I cum BEFORE an assignment! Geeze! Don’t you guys know anything about discipline? If you don’t punish bad behavior it continues to happen!

(Let’s all just ignore the fact that I LIKE punishment, okay?)

I’m not sure how much the bucket weighed empty, but it still felt very different on my breasts. Yes, my nipples were aching and it was everything I could do to keep from exploding in orgasmic ecstasy right then and there. I guess it was how the bucket was swinging. Every breath caused it to move, swaying back and forth. I grabbed hold of the hose, gripped the sprayer, and squeezed.

Oh my god.

First of all, it might have been a mistake to set the sprayer on “jet”. A powerful high pressure stream of water struck the inside of the bucket, forcing it to tug painfully on my nipples. I actually let go of the sprayer! I struggled for a moment, the weight of the bucket already noticeably heavier on my breasts. The tinge of hurt was enough to keep me from popping like a water balloon in a cactus bed, so I got hold of the sprayer again and this time managed to direct a long stream into the bucket beneath me.

It was hard to ignore the growing tenderness of my nipples. I imagined I could feel the clamps tightening, closing around my nubs. Little shoots of pain sparked at the tips of my breasts and went rushing through me. Some went into my arms to die in my biceps. Some went all the way down to my thighs. Most went directly to my clit where I was pushed just a bit closer to the edge of the cliff. Need a more visual analogy? If actually jumping off the cliff is orgasm, then I had one foot in thin air, while the other foot’s heel was on the rock. Just the heel. Got it?

I kept spraying the water. My body was trembling and the water in the bucket was sloshing around, though through my movements or the sprayer’s jet stream, I have no idea. All I know is that my butt was going up and down as if I were humping the hay bales and there was this burning sensation in my nipples. I kept spraying.

Water splashed, soaking my chest and a bit of my tummy. Even my chin got a bit wet as did my right arm. The agony laced through my breasts became a fire that was unquenchable, no matter how much cold water was sprayed across them. I heard the sound of the water change as the sprayer head was enveloped by the rising water. I had a brilliant idea. I flipped the little metal hook at the back, making the sprayer work on automatic. I dropped it into the bucket, the added weight of the hose and sprayer tiling the pail slightly, but adding significantly to the pain shooting through my bosom.

I heard the water start to boil over, hitting the ground as I pillowed my head on both arms. My legs were trembling as my hips ground against the hay bale, and I finally found a movement that pushed the clitoral stimulator harder against my clit. I let out a loud scream, my body burning, aching, needing, wanting, lusting, holding, wishing, crying, screaming… and then I came.

I came hard. Really hard. Hard like riding a wooden horse hard or being forced into your twenty first orgasm in the space of a fourteen hours. I almost passed out. When I finally came down from cloud nine, the bliss of endorphin laden ecstasy fading into a warm afterglow, the first thought that pierced the pleasure soaked haze was pretty intense.

Oh shit. My tits hurt.

In my haste to get to my breasts and free them of the clamps, I pulled up. This was a mistake, since I currently had a two gallon bucket of overflowing water attached to my chest. I’m guessing it weighed close to twenty pounds. Talk about agony. Ouch. I reached down, grabbed the handle, and managed to get seated. The pink vibrator in my pussy fell out, soaked in my juices, and sat humming on the hay bale. The clitoral stimulator didn’t stop, continuing its maddening rub of my over sensitized clit. But first things first.

I poured out the water in a rush, dumping the still spraying hose on the ground. I ignored it. My fingers trembled but I still managed to get them up to my nipples. Each was distended, cold from the water, and so sore and tender that I actually screamed in pain as I released the clamps. I dropped everything and clutched at my breasts, tears flowing from my eyes as blood surged back into the crushed nipples. The pain was so intense, but it faded quickly into warmth that felt an awful lot like the afterglow of a spanking.

I took a deep breath and reached down, turning off the sprayer. A wet morass of mud surrounded the hay bales and I carefully moved my legs open as I finally was able to turn off the clitoral stimulator.

For a second, I contemplated rolling around in the mud. There was certainly enough of it, and frankly, I’ve always wanted to do it. Be naked in the mud. But since there wasn’t an audience, it didn’t seem proper. Oh well, another time maybe! I turned off the still buzzing vibrator lying on the hay bale next to me and cleaned it off on the hay. Then I slowly got back into my clothes, gathered my equipment, and slipped into my flip flops.

My first step sank me down into three inches of ooze. Then I fell.

I guess it was fate. Too bad I wasn’t naked.

Too bad you weren’t there to see it.

Next Assignment: Assigned by Master Barrett Corn in the Cunt You love eating corn on the cob whilst sitting on a bench in the park but you have two problems 1) Corn is always cold by the time you get to the park and 2) your hands get all greasy from holding it so you can't drive properly. Using your powers of sluttiness you come up with a solution. You will cook the corn at home making sure to put plenty of butter on it for extra yummyness then using the butter as lube you will slide it into your cunt so it stays nice and warm and your hands don't get greasy from holding it. Drive to the park, sit down on your choice of bench, slide the corn out of your cunt and eat it as if it were a cock with plenty of licking and sucking. You may deep throat it for extra credit. I leave the choice of clothing up to you with the one condition that you can't wear your duster or anything similar so either a short skirt for ease of extraction or jeans to cover up the butter that will no doubt be running out of you and down your legs. Oh and don't burn your snatch with a hot corn cob

Daily Assignment Reminder

With July 4th getting in the way and all the hoodoo involved with getting all the options together, then the poll, then actually getting punished, I just wanted to remind everyone what the last REAL assignment was. I'm going to do it today actually.

Next Assignment: Assigned by Master Brandon. Breanne, you will take your largest vibrator, your butterfly clitoral stimulator, and your Japanese clover nipple clamps and go to your barn. Once you are at the barn, you will need to create a platform for you to lie on, where your breasts can hang beneath you. You will get a bucket and a watering can or hose. You will strip naked. Insert the vibrator and turn it to maximum. Put on the butterfly stimulator and turn it to maximum. Then put one clamp on. Lie down on the platform so that your breasts hang down underneath you. String the handle of the bucket on the chain connecting the clamps and attach the loose clamp to your other breast. Lie face down completely and use one hand to start filling the bucket beneath you. You may get up when either the bucket causes one of the clamps to get tugged off your breast, or when you cum.

July Fourth Special Assignment!

July 4th Special Assignment!

Happy Birthday America! It's Independence Day! Okay...it WAS Independence Day. Two days ago…and I hope everyone celebrated to the best of their ability. I know I did. As everyone probably knows, Michael asked me to solicit a variety of possible assignments to commemorate the founding of our great country. I solicited...oh yes I did, and the suggestions varied from OMG to OMG NO WAY! On Sunday morning at 8am, I opened Michael Alexander's BDSM Blog and checked out the poll on the right hand side. It seems like two of the assignments were the most popular. Winning the pole was Master Brandon's assignment of 13 masturbations with a side order of 50 strokes with a sap on a delicate spot. Master Barrett's assignment of the 13 gun bukkake salute was a close second. All of the assignments were actually pretty cool....except for the fucking firecrackers one. That wasn't so awesome. Interesting, yes. Dangerous, yes. Awesome? Not so much.

Last Thursday, in expectation of eventually having to do Master Brandon's assignment, I took a trip back to my favorite bdsm toystore in north Houston and picked up a leather sap. Don't worry, I wasn't naked this time, but I admit I was tempted. Especially since the clerk recognized me. With my clothes on even. Wow. Impressive. Maybe I SHOULD have stripped naked! Oh well. Opportunities lost are never smart to dwell on. With my new sap I felt ready and prepared for Brandon's rather penetrating and painful Independence Day Assignment!

Breanne: On Independence Day you will masturbate 13 times with a sex toy of your choice, lubricated each time with IcyHot. This is to remember the 13 colonies. At some point during the day you will find a man willing to use a belt or leather sap on your bare pussy for a full 50 strokes. This will symbolize the current fifty states of the union.

I was already up and had done my morning chores by the time 8am rolled around. I can tell you that I was already wet, very stimulated, and rather excited about the whole prospect. Not knowing what I was going to be doing for several hours made it even more intense. It was everything I could do to resist masturbating early. I mean seriously, what if Master Barrett’s selection won! I even checked the poll around 5am, right when I woke up and it was tied! I was worried I’d have to do both!

At eight o'clock, I went upstairs to my room, sat down at my desk, and checked the blog poll. My heart jumped into my throat and I realized that I would be having a very very intense, orgasm filled day. Oh yeah. It would hurt too. I knew I'd be seeing fireworks. Lots of them.

The very first thing I did however, was move to my bed. I was barefoot, wearing denim shorts, white bikini style panties, an American flag tee shirt, and a white 36b bra. I squirmed out of my shorts and panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Then I followed this disrobing adventure by grabbing hold of my seven inch curved tip vibrator. It was in the night stand drawer rather than my toy box. I'd rather not say why. My tube of muscle cream however, WAS in my toybox and I grabbed that too and then settled down in the middle of the sheets to do my very first session of the assignment. It’s not hard to coat a vibrator with IcyHot. The only question is what to do with the little bit left over on your finger.

I wiped it on my clit.

Then I turned on my vibe, pressed it deftly to my cleft, and allowed the pent up sexual need of the entire morning, of not knowing how I would be tortured, of the various possibilities that had run through my mind, to motivate a fast and confidant entry. It happened. In fact, I hadn’t needed the muscle cream at all. The vibrator would have slid in quickly and unimpeded with just my natural lubrication. But the assignment wasn’t just about fast impalement. It was about the tingle that comes with using the cream.

I guess I need to put my customary warning here. DON’T USE REAL ICY HOT FOR THIS! ICY HOT IS BAD TO USE INSIDE YOURSELF! I use a very different tube of stuff. First of all, its water based so it dissolves away really fast, and second, it doesn’t use a chemical called methyl salicylate, which is what the real IcyHot cream uses. Methyl salicylate is actually poisonous and I’d prefer not to die. In fact, there is a very similar product to the generic stuff I use called Liquid O that is designed to tingle, but not hurt you. Go get that. Geeze. Be smart boys and girls.

The cold tingle had already started by the time the vibe was half way in and my entire pussy was tightening in sensual overload by the end of my first strong and deep thrust. My legs were splayed wide apart, my knees bent outward, my inner thighs exposed, and my right hand was frantically working the vibrator in and out while my left hand played with my clit. I think I came in a two or three minutes. How disappointing, right? I thought so too, so I started up again. I pulled the vibrator out, wiped it off with a towel, and put a fresh coating of muscle cream on it.

Then, very very slowly, I pushed it in, making sure to tighten around it, thus scraping all as much of the cream onto the petals of my pussy. My entire crotch tingled, going cold. Then when the vibrator finally penetrated me as deeply as I could manage, the tingling cold turning to steaming heat. I repeated the process, several times, inflicting a super slow insertion followed by a minute or so of my pussy contracting and tightening around the vibrator. Then I went crazy and pummeled myself, thrusting like mad in and out.

When I was done with my second orgasm my pussy was a bit red, a bit swollen, and more than a bit tender. Plus I was messy. So I cleaned off my vibrator, set it aside in the nightstand drawer, right along with my tube of cream. Then I went and showered.

By nine o’clock I was out of the shower and was in the process of getting dressed. I had decided that one of my short denim skirts and an American flag tee shirt would be appropriate for the day, but as I was getting dressed, a thought kept occurring to me over and over. Can you guess what it was? Yep. I’d like to say that I yielded to temptation, but the truth is that I was ORDERED to fuck myself silly. Thirteen times for the whole day! So my panties came off, my husky dildo came out, and then I grabbed my tube of muscle cream.

This time I was at the computer desk with one leg propped up on the desk, and the other on the bed. Talk about a perverted scene. I mean obscene. Yeah. Coating the husky dildo was a bit more time intensive that doing the vibrator, but putting it in had pretty much the same effect. Except this time, instead of the shuddering tremors of a seven inch vibe, I got to experience my contracting and swelling pussy wrapping around a nine inch long four inch thick rubber cock, complete with balls. I shifted in my chair and began bouncing slightly even as the tingling fire raced around my groin and seemed to burn my clit to tender sensitivity. I got online and had a very short private message session with Michael, who tremendously enjoyed knowing that I was sitting with my legs spread, mounted on a nine inch fake cock, lubricated with muscle cream.

It was like old times, he said. Yeah. I remember.

He asked me to put clothespins on my nipples so I obliged him. I keep a couple in the desk drawer for emergencies and pulling up my shirts and bra wasn’t a big issue. Of course, the sensation of the clothespins drove me right over the edge, which is what I suspect Michael of trying to do to me. When I was done orgasming, he congratulated me and told me to take it easy before doing the next one. Yeah. Totally. Three orgasms in the first hour and twenty minutes? I could afford to take it easy.

Plus Master Brandon never set a time limit, so technically I until Midnight to get them all in. That a left me a little over fourteen hours to get it all done. Not bad. I stayed in my chair, still impaled, still wriggling slightly, as I fired off an email to an old friend.

John, I’m in a bit of a quandary and I was wondering if you could help me out. If you’ve been keeping up with the blog, I’ve been assigned a special July fourth assignment. I need some help with one part of it. Are you available to give me a hand this afternoon? I’m sitting her stuffed with my husky dildo coated with muscle cream, so let me know ASAP! Love, Bre

I met John several months before when he was walking his dog at the park by the gazebo. I had several encounters with him, including one where we ended up at his house and he tied me to the bed prior to using a belt on my breasts and pussy and fucking me silly with the entire contents of his refrigerator. I figured he would be my best bet for a no-cost pussy whipping.

I got my answer while I was starting to bounce again, my pussy still contracting around the dildo. John was available, and I was too come by at one o’clock. Cool.

It was almost ten and I was already feeling the resurgence of sexual excitement thanks to my wriggling, bouncing, spankable butt going up and down. I have no idea why I STAYED on the husky dildo, except to say that I’m one of those girls who like being stuffed. With anything. Yep. I like it when guys stay inside me after exploding until they’re soft. I like having hard things shoved up inside me. So is it so weird that I would do my computing naked as a jay bird, stuffed with a nine inch long four inch wide rubber cock?

I don’t think so.

The problem however was that if I were going to experience my fourth orgasm of the day, I needed to re-lubricate my husky dildo. Not easy to do when the damn thing is already soaked. So I lifted my hips, extracted the rubber monstrosity, and then used a towel to not only clean it, but wipe it dry. Then my tube of muscle cream came back out and I smeared the tip and then the entire length with enough white goop to send my pussy back into the virtual frying pan. Then I rammed it home.

It’s tough to describe being penetrated by a nine inch dildo covered in a cream that will make your flesh tingle and then heat up. First, there is the sensation of being parted, crammed full, speared, impaled, transfixed, pierced, skewered, packed, and jammed. Then the stretched lips of your pussy begin to tingle. Not like when you fuck an ice dildo, but like that sensation in your mouth when you eat a breath mint. It’s not cold per se, but more a numbness or altered state of your nerves. This goes on despite the monstrous intruder buried inside you. After that, you feel that coldness slither into your pussy AROUND the husky dildo. It tingles, it freezes you and you can’t help contracting around the dildo. You feel heat between your legs, on your pussy, as if someone is directing a blow drier between your outstretched legs. The heat seeps down into your sex, heating you up as you grab the base of the dildo, drawing it out, readying yourself for another gut slamming thrust that will hopefully drive you over the edge and take your mind off the burning heat cooking your entire sexual being.

You know, on second thought, it’s not that hard to describe being penetrated by a nine inch long four inch wide rubber dildo covered in muscle cream.

When I was done with my fourth orgasm of the day I knew I needed to take a break. I got cleaned up and packed my small bag with my vibrator and my tube of muscle cream. Then, just for kicks, and because I wasn’t wearing any panties, I grabbed my ben wa balls and stuffed them inside myself.

Why? Beats me. I was still puckering a bit from the muscle cream. Sure, I was still wet, still a little horny, but I think the real reason was because I wanted to stay that way. I wanted to be able to yank out my vibrator, cover it with cream, and have it up inside me in an instant.

Or maybe I wanted to build up enough sexual need and tension that I wasn’t going to care about the burning icy skin puckering torture that came with masturbation. Your guess is as good as mine.

Despite having the ben wa balls rolling around inside me for the rest of the morning, I didn’t masturbate. I ate lunch with my family, patently ignoring the rolling, ringing, moisture inducing toys rolling around inside me. It had been a semi-early lunch, around eleven thirty, so afterward I bid everyone goodbye, grabbed my keys and bag, and got in my truck.

I’m glad I wasn’t driving my stick-shift Saturn. It would have been practically impossible to deal with the ben wa balls. As it was the bare vinyl seats under my bare ass and the fact that I had my skirt up around my waist was enough to get my hormones roaring again. I drove across town until I found myself at Thomas Park. It was empty and I pulled my truck up into the parking lot and grabbed my stuff.

John lived on the other side of the park, and while I could have driven right up to his front doorstep, I would have been just a tad bit early. Like forty minutes early. So instead, I walked over to the gazebo, remembering my strip tease after passing out those damn “wanna see me cum” fliers! I remembered John tormenting me after I sunned myself naked in the grass. Ah…the memories of that gazebo. How many times did I strip there naked?

I suddenly decided to make another memory. I opened my bag, got out my vibrator and cream, and stood in the center of the gazebo with my legs parted wide. I tugged my ben wa balls out, holding them up to my lips for a quick lick before resting them on the gazebo railing. My denim skirt came down mid thigh but that didn’t stop me as I liberally lubed the plastic machine dildo, swirling the white cream around the tip before turning it on maximum and pushing it up under my skirt until the tip banged against my clit.

It’s one thing to masturbate in the safety and security of your own bedroom, knowing that a locked door keeps prying eyes from glimpsing your innermost secrets. It’s another when you’re doing it in a public place, your skirt yanked up, with you leaning against the rail.

Yes, it tingled. Yes, it burned. Yes I came. Number five complete, and done in public too! Granted, no one saw me, but does that really matter? It was the CHANCE someone would have seen me. That’s what was important. I stood there in the gazebo, catching my breath, still looking around. I pulled the vibrator out of cunt and discovered I had forgotten a very important item. Something to clean my toy off with.

Now normally I have no problem with opening my mouth and sucking a vibrator clean. But not when my juices have been mixed with a topical applicant designed to numb nerves. So I got to walk back to my truck holding a vibrator in my bare hand where everyone could see. I flushed with embarrassment. What if someone came down the trail? What would they think? Here’s this cute girl with a fucking vibrator in her hand!

Needless to say, I made it back to the truck, grabbed some paper towels, cleaned the toy off, and got it back in my bag, all without anyone showing up. Sometimes I’m such a pansy. The nice thing however, is that John’s house was a short ten minute walk away, and I would be right on time.

I debated stripping before knocking, but then decided that maybe John wouldn’t want his neighbors to accidentally see a young girl standing naked on his front doorstep. He never said he wanted me naked while knocking, so instead I rang the doorbell and knocked a few times. He answered within seconds and I was admitted for the third time, into his domicile.

John’s not a neat freak, but he isn’t sloppy either. It’s a nice house. A little country western on the style, but that doesn’t faze me. I mean, seriously, I wear cowboy boots half the time! I ride horses! I can take a few country style pieces of furniture that look like they belong on a ranch instead of a bungalow. He was sweet. He offered me a drink, which I accepted. No alcohol mind you. When you’re about to do a BDSM session, the last thing you want is to be inebriated. Both of us had agreed on that in our email exchange. So I chugged down my diet coke and then stood looking at him while standing in the middle of the living room.

“Don’t you need to take off your clothes?” He asked me. Ah. Right. Clothing. I immediately peeled off my tee shirt and bra, revealing my 36b breasts. Then I slipped my skirt down so I was standing in nothing but my birthday suit and my high heels. John looked at me intently and then opened a drawer on the side table. He pulled out a soft nylon rope.

“I think you should probably be tied down when we do the fifty strokes. It might hurt a bit.”

Hurt a bit? It was going to hurt a lot! I knew that. Master Brandon knew that. Fifty strokes with a sap is like pouring gasoline on your arm and lighting it with a match! I nodded and John came around the coffee table, took my arm, and then pushed me down onto the heavy wooden surface.

I’ve been tied to countless coffee tables. What is it about coffee tables that every Dom and Domme on the planet feel the need to have me tied down, splayed, and spread on coffee tables? Why not a counter top, or the kitchen table for a change? I ended up trussed like a turkey, my legs spread to the sides of the table, knees around the edge, with my ankles tied together under the table. Total exposure. My arms weren’t in better shape, tugged up over my head and tied above me so that I was stretched tightly. John also ran a piece of rope around my waist. I suppose he didn’t want me moving too much.

I was totally immobile, unable to move, and more than a little nervous about the forthcoming punishment. Yes, I was still horny, but the idea of facing fifty strokes directly applied to my clit was…daunting. John opened my bag where the sap I had purchased was sitting next to my used vibrator and the tube of cream. Rather than grabbing the sap, he picked up the vibrator. And the tube.

Oh shit.

A small dollop went on the tip of the vibe and he touched it to my clit. Mercy. Then the vibrator’s motor engaged as he twisted the base and the revving became a high pitched whine as he twisted the settings to maximum. As you can imagine, I went crazy. My hips bucked and I thrust upward as the direct stimulation to my clit was like several natural disasters all rolled into one. I admit, right now, I’m thinking of Robert Frost’s poem, Fire and Ice.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Let me be very clear about this. Some say orgasm begins with fire. Some say with ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to climax twice, I think I know enough of lust, to say that for ecstasy, ice is also great, and would suffice.

But I didn’t cum. John stopped right before I did. And then, after fire and ice, he picked up my sap, tossed the vibrator aside, and then hit me as hard as he could right on the clit. I screamed, my hips jerking, my legs pulling, but the rope held me and there was nothing I could do to stop the next stroke from landing in almost exactly the same place. Pain exploded between my legs, renewing the heat of the muscle cream. My ankles pulled at the rope holding them, as did my wrists. I was so focused on escape that I never prepared myself for John’s second stroke.

It was worse than the first. Agony blossomed in my sexual flower, driving all thoughts of sexual epiphany from my mind. It hurt too much to orgasm. The next stroke was a bit lower, striking my labia as well as clipping my clit and I started trembling, my throat seizing up as my cries fell on uncaring ears.

John was really cruel about the whipping too. He could have gone fast, gotten it over in seconds, a minute really. Fifty fast wallops that would leave me bruised, stinging, hurting, aching, and ready for another fucking. But instead he took his time, letting me FEEL every stroke, waiting, sometimes as much as thirty seconds for me to calm back down. After the twenty fifth blow, he grabbed my muscle cream and squeezed out a little squirt onto his finger. This he rubbed into my nipples, eliciting a new squeal of torment from me. He wiped his finger on my pussy, actually dipping in and finger fucking me with it, spreading the excess cream around. I could barely feel the tingling sensation, so tender and sore that even the throbbing of my pussy seemed to pound in my ears.

Then, without even a moment’s apology or warning, he picked up the sap and hit me again.
And again. And again. Over and over.

Slowly, never fast, never quickly, never to just get it over with. Every painful stroke, every wet smack, every excruciating spank delivered with just enough force and time to maximize my agony. I burned. I froze. I screamed. I shook. I didn’t bother to count. My mind was too wrapped up in the sensations brimming from between my legs and my nipples. The beating went on and on.

And then I heard him drop the sap and my tube of muscle cream was in his hand. I lifted my head as he squirted a huge serving of cream right onto his cock. My eyes widened in alarm as he quickly smeared the white cream along his length and over the tip of his shaft. And then, before I could even say anything, he plunged himself into my swollen hypersensitive pussy with a vengeance.

John wasn’t as big as my husky dildo, but he was firmer. He wasn’t as hard as my vibrator, but his cock reached more spots, curving to fit inside me. I felt myself instantly back to the maximum level of sexual need, hidden before under the brutal sapping I received, it came back in a roar of lust. I thrust my hips upward, trying to match his penetration, but the rope held me down. I tugged, pulling against my restraints but found them just as tight as I did while enduring the fifty strokes of the sap. I moaned and his mouth found mine and then I was exploding, gasping as he filled me, the friction of our bodies instantly turning the tingle of the muscle cream into a sex induced heat. John came moments later, filling me with his own cream to mingle with the nerve tingling jism that lubricated our union.

I’m not sure how long I laid there, eyes closed, my body in a state of utter relaxation. Sure, I still felt a tingle between my legs even as John softened inside me and then his weight was gone. I just laid there, content to be the table decoration as John left the room to get cleaned up. I was still barely cognizant of my surroundings when he came back, using a soft warm wet towel to wipe the excess fluids from my thighs and the table beneath me. Then I felt the ropes loosen and I was free for the first time in over an hour.

John was a gentleman of course, and helped me up, which ended with both of us falling onto the couch, entangled again. I enjoyed the feel of his bare skin against me and snuggled up into his arms as he comforted me, whispering into my ear about how good I was, how beautiful I looked, and how courageous I was to take such a horrible punishment. I took it all, the words of praise, the heat of his body, the softness of his skin, and made it mine.

After thirty minutes I finally moved and John watched me as I struggled into my clothes. It wasn’t long before I was again covered by my denim skirt and tee shirt, with just a bra underneath. John commented several times about how much he approved of my shaven and bare cunt totally exposed underneath the concealing material of the skirt. For me, it was getting late, almost three o’clock and while I had finished a good portion of my daily assignment celebrating July 4th, I knew that I still had eight more orgasms to endure before midnight.

John offered to walk me back to my truck and I agreed. We even held hands on our way! How sweet! Of course, every once in a while he would let go, letting his hand slide over my rear end to lift up the back of my skirt and fondle my bare ass. But who am I to object to such a caress? We were passing the gazebo when I saw two small round spheres connected by a small string sitting on the rail. Oh crap. My ben wa balls! I must have left them on the rail before heading to John’s place when I was masturbating.

I grabbed them in embarrassment and quickly stuffed them into my pack while John laughed at my little explanation. With a grin, he tugged me into the gazebo.

“I think you should be punished for that!” He said with a delighted grin. I gave him a disconcerted look.

“Haven’t I been punished enough today?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “If I had the time, you’d already be back on the coffee table, receiving another fifty strokes with that sap.”

My heart thumped painfully and my pussy contracted almost instantly. I guess it remembered the pain.

“You want to whip me again?” I asked, just a tad breathless. In retrospect, I think I was hoping he would say yes, take me back to his house, put me back onto the table and sap my pussy another fifty times.

“I want to, but I don’t have the time. I’ve got other plans this evening” he said. “But I think I can come up with something suitable for leaving your sex toys out and not cleaning up after yourself.”

He reached over to my small bag and took out the ben wa balls I had just stuffed back in, as well as the tube of muscle cream. I shook, realizing what was about to happen and he held up one finger, motioning with it for me to turn around. I felt a pressure on my back and I bent over, breasts touching the rail as I lifted my rear.

Then my skirt was up and I heard the cap popping off the tube of muscle cream. Then I felt the first sphere touching my slit. Instantly the cream began tingling again, though I admit not with the same intensity. Perhaps I was getting used to it. For a second, I wished I was being sapped again. Then the ben wa ball was inside me, followed by the second sphere and John gave me a gentle slap on the rear and I was done, stuffed and creamed.

“Now you can walk the trail once. If you pass anyone, the moment you get past them pull the rear of your skirt up so if they look back they will see your bare ass. When you get back here to the gazebo, get out your vibrator and apply it to your clit until you cum. Then you can go. Okay?”

I nodded. We both stepped out of the gazebo after another familiar pat on my rear and we walked together until we got to the fork in the path. Taking the left path would lead you back toward John’s house. The right path was a loop that would bring me right back to the gazebo and the direct application of my vibrator to my sore clitty. John gave me a little kiss and then he was gone.

I spent just a moment, my pussy tingling from the cream and the rolling ben wa balls and I wondered if I went after him and begged him to use the sap to give me another fifty strokes, he would capitulate. Instead, I took my own road, rounding the park in solitude until I found myself back at the gazebo, my mind filled with fantasies of being bound and pussy whipped.

I grabbed my vibrator and pressed it hard against my clit, eliciting a loud moan and a rush of sensation that was just a little more intense than it should have been. Okay, it was a lot more intense. I came in like two minutes, my body quivering like gelatin in the middle of the park, protected from observation by absolutely nothing. At that point I was grateful I was alone. Now, two days later, I’m wishing that I had been observed, confronted, used, and maybe even whipped again.

I’m a glutton for punishment. That’s what NHPS are like.

With my sixth orgasm finished, I smoothed down my skirt and headed back to my truck, still stuffed with the ben wa balls. I was sore. I ached. My pussy burned.

And I was still horny. God help me, I was still horny.

I’m beginning to think there must be something wrong with me. Physically I mean. It’s not normal for me to be aroused all the time but the truth is that I am frequently like that, even after orgasm. I am constantly wet, constantly wanting, constantly needing something inside me. Other girls don’t have this problem. Even after getting tortured I wanted more. Maybe I’m broke. Mentally I mean. Does this mean I’m crazy? Deviant? Weird? Perverted? Psycho? All I know is that if someone had offered to strap me to the hood of my truck and use his belt on my pussy and breasts, I would have PAID him to do it.

There’s a word to describe thoughts like that, not to mention behavior like that: Sick.

I didn’t make it home because of those thoughts and the wetness building up inside me again. Instead I decided to drive by the mall to see if Julie was working at the jewelry store. I kept the ben wa balls in my pussy as I parked the car and headed into the mall. The place was packed. I picked up the pace, which did nothing to help the churning cauldron of lust between my legs. For a second I realized how stupid I was. Dressed like a nympho humiliation pain slut, in high heels, holding a bag that contained my driver’s license, my keys, a seven inch vibrator, a leather sap, and a tube of muscle cream. Winding my way through the crowd I found the jewelry shop and stepped in.

Julie was there, but so was her boss, and her gentle shake of the head told me that she couldn’t really talk to me or see me. Frowning in frustration and suddenly worried about fluid leaking down my thighs, I dipped into the next clothing store, grabbed the first thing I saw off the rack, and disappeared into the changing room. I tugged out my vibrator, stuck it up under my clit and quickly brought myself to orgasm.

Which didn’t count because I forgot to lube the ben wa balls or the vibrator. Idiot.

Frustrated with myself, though sexual relieved, I headed back out to the truck and headed home.

I’m not going to bore you with the details of orgasms seven through twelve. Each in and of themselves was a nice little sexual escapade, taking place in interesting locations, like the bathroom, the barn, my bedroom, the truck, out in a field. Places like that. I went through a whole tube of muscle cream. It also took a lot of time. The most memorable was sitting out on the wood bin, my legs parted while I drove the husky dildo in and out, covered with cream while the fireworks went off. It was a beautiful sight.

It also took a long time. I was still one masturbation session short when 11:30 rolled around and I literally had just finished my twelfth orgasm not minutes before. My pussy was sore; my clit so sensitive that even touching it brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t even imagine thrusting something back into my pussy, coated with muscle cream or not. All I wanted was to curl up into ball, go to sleep, and rest.

But I knew my duty. I remembered that five signers of the Declaration of Independence were captured by the British and horribly tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned while two lost their sons who were serving in the Revolutionary Army. Two other sons were captured. Nine of the fifty-six signers died from wounds and hardships received and endured during the war. What kind of torture did the wife of Francis Lewis endure when she was jailed as a result of her husband’s insurrection against the crown? By what right did I, the beneficiary of their sacrifice, have to complain about how many fucking orgasms I had to endure on one day? Or whether I was smacked fifty or a hundred times?

I grabbed my vibrator, squirted the last of my cream across it, dabbed it on my nipples, and then twisted the base to its maximum setting. As it roared to life I placed it at the entrance of my opening, braced myself, and shoved it in. White cream spurted as I drove it in. I ignored the tingle, the ache, the tension, the hurt and pounded away. My right hand found the two clothespins on the nightstand and those came up to my breasts, biting away as I tortured myself in honor of America’s independence.

Somewhere, outside my window, there was a rattling explosion and I looked out even as I crested the wave of orgasm. Out in the darkness I could see rockets bursting over at one of our neighbor’s house. Red light spilled from the scattering burning stars and illuminated their flag, still perched high atop a white metal pole, fluttering in the slight breeze. And then, just like the fireworks, I exploded, in red, white, and blue.

Birthday Present

I came in to find her on the bed, totally naked, on her knees, legs spread, hands on her thighs, palms up...and she had been that way for a while. I knew because she was having difficulty maintaining the position thanks to the vibroballs she had placed inside her, on maximum, and the incredibly tight nipple clamps that were biting down on her nipples. I left her there while I undressed, slowly. Then I got out our paddle. Birthday spanks. Right? I ordered her to all fours, the chain between her nipples hanging down, swaying slightly. Then I began the strokes. I was celebrating my thirty fifth birthday. She begged me to allow her to cum at eighteen. I relented at twenty two, but only after she agreed to take an additional ten strokes of the sap directly to her pussy.

I ALWAYS make my sub "purchase" orgasms. Her rear end was a bright red when we reached thirty five and she was almost as red in the face. She was also close to another orgasm. I flipped her over, not even bothering to order her, and spread her legs, bending the knees outward so her pussy was totally exposed and her inner thighs, white, pure, and perfect, were ready for me. I traded the paddle for my sap, a thin small leather tool, and I didn't hesitate, swinging with sharp, hard, fast beats. I don't like gagging my sub. I like to hear her cries of agony and pleasure. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, chest heaving, the clamps rising and falling like ships perched atop stormy sea swells. I aimed for her clit with the tenth stroke and she let out a piercing cry, her composure cracking, her legs trembling even as she struggled to stay in position. I yanked the vibroballs out and tossed them aside, ignoring the buzzing sound.

Then I mounted her, plunging myself deeply into her well done, well sauced body. She wrapped herself around me even as I began thrusting. I grabbed the chain connecting the clamps in my teeth and pulled and she suddenly stiffened, the expression on her face even more exquisite than before. She grit her teeth, unable to control her response as my movements drove her over the edge into orgasmic relief. She gasped and began to relax, only to mew in a little bit of renewed pain as I tugged on her nipples. Then it was me, matching her relief as I felt myself surge, harden into granite, pumping her full of cream, releasing the built up tension. And through my entire orgasm I was aware of one thing:

She exploded without permission. And tomorrow she would spend the day being punished.

It was a VERY Happy Birthday.

Independence Day Assignment Selection! What do YOU want Breanne to do?

July Fourth seems to be a pretty important holiday in the minds of some of my fans. I received no less than seven different assignment suggestions from various individuals that ran the gauntlet from ludicrous to amazing. As much as I appreciate the enthusiastic emails, I have to tell jmlmstr56 that I will NOT be inserting lit firecrackers into my pussy, nor am I willing to fuck a lit bottle rocket. I want to actually survive July 4th intact, nor necessitate a visit to the ER where I would have to explain what I was doing. No thank you.

One of my readers, David64, has suggested another rope walk in the barn. While I would certainly be willing to do this, I’ve already done it twice and writing a third description of me getting sawed in half by rough rope while orgasming my way down its length is not the sort of thing that most people want to read again. David, if you want to read about me walking the rope, just click HERE or HERE. I don’t think we need to revisit that assignment a third time. At least not for a while.

Mistress Sara suggested that I paint my breasts so that it looked like I was wearing a flag patterned breast band. Add some bikini bottoms, flip flops, vibro balls set on medium, and hand out sparklers at one of our local fireworks displays. This certainly has some possibilities. But I’m kind of concerned about kids being present.

I admit, I did like Master Mark’s idea of stripping naked except for a pair of extra high heels, wrapping myself in an American flag, and then standing on the side of the road, waving it like mad whenever cars weren’t close, and quickly wrapping it around myself when they drove past. He also suggested nipple clamps and my anal plug. It has the elegance of being simple yet diabolically and orgasmically stimulating.

Master Brandon has also offered up a possible assignment to celebrate July 4th. He suggests that I make an effort to orgasm thirteen times on July 4th, each time starting off with a different sex toy liberally coated with Icy Hot. This is supposedly to remind me of the pain the colonists endured during their fight for freedom. I am also to find a willing compatriot who will use a leather belt or sap to give my pussy fifty strokes to symbolize the states of the union.

Master Barrett recommended his own 13 Gun Salute. Master Barrett wants me to find thirteen different guys and let them cum on me. He didn’t really explain how I was to arrange this, so I’m guessing it will involve promised blowjobs, lots of me nudity, and probably some sex too. I’m allowed to redress after each guy cums on me, but I’m not allowed to clean up until after “all thirteen guns” have fired. This sounds more like a Japanese holiday. Can anyone say bukkake?

Master Stone also provided me with a suggested assignment, after torturing me mercilessly. After enduring two hours of vibroballs at levels ranging from low to medium, rubber band clamps, and a butt plug coated with IcyHot, I was able to cum twice. Oh yeah, and he gave me a prospective assignment for you to vote on. Master Stone has suggested that I take a pack of hot dogs – frozen hot dogs no less, and see how many I can stuff into my body. And when I say body, let me assure you that Master Stone was very clear that this meant every orifice large enough to take a hot dog.


So there you have it, seven suggestions, though number one and number two are really off the table. Thanks to everyone who emailed me and I’d love to hear your opinion on what to do this Saturday to celebrate Independence Day! Leave a comment below or vote on the poll in the sidebar!

Happy Independence Day!

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Assignment 06-29-10

Next Assignment: (Assigned by Master Mark) Bre, please dress in a short flared skirt and halter top, no panties or bra. You will put the following items in a small bag: the small narrow vibrator, your vibroballs, your new butterfly clitoral stimulator, a pair of nipple clamps, and a pair of panties. You will then drive to any fast food restaurant of your choice. Once your vehicle is parked, you will then attach the nipple clamps, followed by inserting the vibroballs into your pussy. You will then slip on the clitoral stimulator. Lastly, you will insert the narrow vibrator into your rear end. You will then turn every toy on to its lowest setting. Put on your panties, go into the restaurant, order something, and go to a table. You will remain at the table until you orgasm at least once. If you do not orgasm within the first fifteen minutes at the table, you will need to turn one toy up to full intensity. If you still haven't cum after ANOTHER fifteen minutes, you will turn on a second toy to full intensity.

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Assignment 06-23-10

Assignment: (Assigned by Master Mark) Breanne, you are to take your ben wa balls, your duck billed nipple clamps, high heels, and duster to your stripping spot one evening this week. You will strip at the front of your vehicle, and then put on the high heels, insert the ben wa balls, and then attach the clamps, followed by putting on your duster. You will then drive to a mega adult video and novelty store. Upon entering, you will approach the clerk. If it is a woman, you will leave and go to a different store. If it is a man, you will politely ask if you can browse naked. If the answer is no, find another store and repeat. If the answer is yes, then remove your duster and hand it to the clerk. You will then walk every aisle and look at every item on the shelves, including videos and magazines. You will then browse the sex toys. Purchase one new sex toy for your use. No matter what the toy is, you must use it immediately after you get back in your vehicle.


Ah...public humiliation. After the last couple of assignments, it's kind of nice to have something that won't either saw me in half or bruise my pussy to the point of agony. No crotch ropes, no wooden horses, no whips...just plain old being naked somewhere uncomfortable. Tuesday evening saw me finishing up things early and letting my parents know I was going to go out with friends. I didn't exactly dress up, but I put on a clean pair of jeans, a button up blouse, and my boots. I also had my duffel bag which I had pressed into service to carry my wallet, my duster, my shoes, and of course my ben wa balls and clamps. I got in my truck and headed out.

The first stop of course, was that back road on the south side of my farm. It's relatively quiet, infrequently traveled, and provides just enough opportunity to be seen, but not arrested for indecency. I pulled my truck to a stop on the side of the road, turned everything off, grabbed my duffel, and went to the front of the truck. The hood was still warm, but that wasn't a big issue. This is Texas, south Texas, and heat is everywhere. I began with my shirt, unbuttoning it all the way down, and then pulling it off. Mistress Ellen, one of my other online dommes, had made it very clear how I was to handle my public strippings. You take off an item, fold it, and then put it on the hood of the car. So there I was, standing in blue jeans, boots, panties, and a pink lace bra. Folding my shirt. The next thing to take off was my bra and I felt a little thrill run through me as my breasts were exposed to the dusk air. Then I kicked off my boots. They were regular cowboy boots for a change, rather than my mountain ones, but that made things easier for me. I tugged my socks off and then began unbuttoning my jeans.

That's when I saw the headlights. I was naked from the waist up, my button and fly undone, barefoot, and to be honest, just a little horny. I thought about tugging my jeans off as the lights got closer, but then decided not to. God knows, it might have been a cop. But it wasn't. A little white sedan zipped past me and I turned to watch it keep going. You never really know what's going to happen in situations like this. I've had people keep going, so oblivious to their surroundings that they wouldn't notice a half-naked woman standing on the side of the road! Then there are times like this, when the car slows to a stop, the little white reverse lights come on, and the engine makes this high throated purr as the car backs up. The window zipped down and I stepped up, putting my arms on the window to look the driver right in the face.

He was about thirty, maybe a little older, not sure. But he sure looked surprised. It could have been the fact that my breasts were in plain view, but maybe it was because his air conditioning was on and the cold air blowing across my tits caused my nipples to pucker.

"Uh...hi. Um...car trouble?" He asked delicately. It was so cute! He was trying so hard not to look at my breasts. I took a deep breath just to help him. Then I chuckled.

"Nope. Just getting changed!" I answered with a grin.

He looked at me with surprised eyes. "Uh... all right." He couldn't take my eyes off me. I let go of his car door and then pushed my jeans off.

I guess you would have stayed to watch too, right? Well he did. He just sat there, eyes taking in the view. So I ignored him, except for the fact that I smiled a lot and made sure he got to see the juicy parts. After my jeans were folded and laid out on the hood of my truck, I pushed my panties down, standing completely naked for my voyeur to see. I unzipped my duffel and got out my high heels, putting one foot at a time up on the bumper so that I could buckle all the little straps. Then, once I was correctly shod, I reached into the bag and extracted my ben wa balls.

"What are you doing?" I heard a gutteral gasp coming from the car. I grinned and held up the little toys.

"Oh, just slipping something more comfortable in." I replied nonchalantly. Then, with one leg still up on the bumper, I began rubbing one of the ben wa balls against my pussy, soaking it in my juices. Then, with a soft push, I popped it in, followed almost immediately by the other ball, attached with a waxed string. I shifted my hips, putting my leg down and let the two golf ball sized spheres rotate and settle inside me. Ben wa balls don't vibrate on their own. They're like small bells and require a bit of walking to "ring". But that didn't stop my pussy from tingling. Then I reached back into my bag and grabbed my nipple clamps.

I turned to face the guy in the car, who was still staring at me. I pinched open one of the clamps and made quite a show of attaching it to my nipple. A flash of pain sparked in my breast and I winced, but recovered almost instantly. Then I put the other clamp on. The tight bite of both duck billed pinchers changed the sexual intensity of the situation and I almost came. Being watched and ogled, stuffed, and then clamped was almost enough to get me over the edge.

But then I was done with the sex toy part of getting changed and I tugged my duster out of the duffel and quickly put it on. It was a bit too warm for the evening, but since I wasn't wearing anything else, didn't overheat me. I stepped back to the car, leaned on the door and put my face into the cool air blowing from the AC.

"Well, all done dressing. Thanks for being a gentleman and checking up on me!" I said with a grin. He stammered a "you're welcome" and then rolled up the window. I watched him drive away, a little disappointed that he hadn't invited me to go with him, or gotten out of the car. Oh well, it would have complicated things anyway. I grabbed my keys, hopped up into my truck, ignoring of course the delightful tingle between my legs and the painful little ache in my breasts. Then I started driving.

The closest sex novelty shop wasn't my first choice. I've been there before and every time I've gone it was run by a woman. Besides, if I showed up wearing a duster, open or closed, everyone in the place would get the wrong idea. It's sort of a bad spot. So I kept driving. Instead, I drove down I-10 until I got to 45 and then headed north until I found my next best option: a large adult novelty shop just off the freeway, well lit, and not as seedy. I pulled up into the parking lot and felt the first wave of absolute terror I've ever experienced prior to completing an assignment. I'm not usually a coward, but the fact the lot was packed, and I mean seriously full, was enough to send me into little quivers of trepidation.

I got out of my truck, locked it, and put my wallet and keys in the pocket of my duster. My nipples ached and the first few steps caused the ben wa balls to immediately roll and ring inside me. I was already wet and the fear I was feeling only intensified the butterflies in my stomach. A few random questions went through my head: "I'm crazy!"; "This is insane!"; "Could this be in violation of one of my limits?"; "Am I really going to do this?" I stepped up to the door. There were a couple of posters on the front, girls in lingerie, along with a sign that said something along the lines of "Nudity must not offend you." Yeah. Right.

I reached out and pulled open the door and stepped in.

To my immediate left were a set of double doors that led to the arcade. I've actually been in this shop before with Kari a long time ago, so I was vaguely familiar with it. I've even been in the arcade section, but today I turned toward the right. While the arcade takes up half the building, the other half is stuffed with magazines, videos, and sex toys. I could see that there were a number of customers, but evidently the vast majority of the people in the building were back in the arcade. Too bad for them, right? A large raised checkout desk sits right by the door and I looked up to see a rather nice looking guy sitting on a stool, looking down at me over the counter. I walked right up to him, gave him one of my million watt please fuck me with a baseball bat smiles, and posed my assignment required question.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if it would be all right if I browsed naked?" I asked.

I got the second stunned expression of surprise of the night. "Excuse me?" he replied, obviously wondering if he had heard me correctly. So I repeated myself.

"I was wondering if it would be okay with you, if I took off my coat and browsed naked." It came out like a statement. I waved my hand around the store. "I doubt anyone would be offended considering all the pictures of naked girls anyway."

The look on his face was delightful. I could tell I wasn't going to have to go to another location. There was a moments indecision and then finally surrender. He nodded. With a grin, I immediately started unbuttoning my coat. The clerk watched every move I made and when I had it opened all the way down, I spread the denim cloth and let him see my clamped nipples and my shaved pussy. I shucked out of my coat and handed it up to him so that I was standing there naked.



"Would you mind holding on to this for me?" I asked politely. He took it, eyes bulging. I gave him another smile and then showed him my ass, walking away toward the back wall. I noticed that I was immediately attracting attention as several of the other customers moved in order to keep me in view. I started looking at magazines, working my way down the back wall. I can't even begin to tell you how nervous I was, how horny I was, and I know I was trembling because the chain between my nipple clamps was actually jiggling. I got half way down the wall when one of the other customers approached me.

"Hey sweetheart. Looking for something in particular?" He asked me.

I gave him a small smile. "Just a new sex toy."

"I'm cheap." He grinned.

In the history of pick up lines, this one took the cake. I laughed. "But what special functions do you have?" He wasn't a hunk, but he had some appeal, and if nothing else, a quick wit, which I always respect.

He shrugged. "Well, I'm good at eating pussy" He replied.

I laughed. "I'll let you know if you end up meeting my needs. I do have to browse the entire store first."

"You do?"

I nodded. "Yep. I like to keep my options open."

His face fell a bit and I gave him a smile. Not one of my plain ones, but one of my million watt don't give up on me fuck me right now smiles. That perked him up

"Well I'll be hanging around if you decide you want something more realistic than one of those plastic things, let me know." He gave me a quick grin and then stepped away, leaving me to my meanderings.

I was feeling a bit more comfortable emotionally, but a little more uncomfortable physically. My pussy was starting to squish around the ben wa balls and I could actually feel a bit of juice wetting my thigh. I made my way to the video aisles and began checking out the various titles. There were a lot of teenager porn videos, some weird stuff, but I have to admit I lingered in the BDSM section. I still had my coterie of admirers, all jockeying for position and me bending over to pick up some video cover and read it must have been encouraging, for I was approached by a new suitor. This one however was not as attractive as number one, but he said the right thing at the beginning.

"You would make a perfect sex slave for me to punish." He said. He didn't touch me but he was physically close. I looked at him, my mind already reacting to his words.

"Punish, sir?" I asked him, just a tad bit breathless. "What would you do to me?" I always love this question. It's rarely answered correctly to my satisfaction. Usually I get some sort of typical "spank you" stuff when what I really want is to hear something totally creative and off the wall, like strip you naked, tie you to the roof of my SUV and drive you through a car wash. I read a story once where that happened to a girl.

I guess that question surprised him because he evidently didn't have an immediate answer. He pulled crap out of his ass.

"I'd tie you up and whip you, spank you, and crush those titties of yours" he replied.

I sighed. Ah...creativity. I wish I had brought my collar. It would have given me a perfect excuse to bow out gracefully. Instead I had to dip my head subserviently.

"Thank you for the offer, sir, but I am already collared and am here at my master's order to humiliate myself and select a new sex toy" I told him. He seemed to accept that and backed off just a bit.

"All right, slave. Serve your master well or I will tell him how you failed at your task."

Huh? That didn't even make any fucking sense! I nodded politely and smiled at him nicely and moved away from the BDSM section. How the hell would he "inform" my master? Or even have a clue as to what my assignment was? Sigh....

Finally, I made my way to the wall of sex toys and began contemplating what I wanted to buy. Nothing to expensive. I already had enough vibrators and dildos, so I moved through those rather quick, but I did stop and hesitate on the butterflies. Butterfly vibrators are these cute little vibrators that you wear and they sit right over your clitoris. Multiple settings make the things either a light fun way to stay sexually stimulated, or a devilishly devious way to force a girl to orgasm in seconds. I've never owned one. I picked it up and slipped it under my arm as I continued down the wall. I was in the BDSM section when guy number one came back to me.

"I guess you found something more to your liking?" he asked, a disappointed look on his face. I winced. I don't like to hurt people's feelings. I gave him an apologetic smile and shrugged. He held up a hand.

"No no. It's okay. I understand." He started to turn away and I grabbed his elbow.

"Wait for me just in side the arcade doors" I whispered. Crazy girl, what are you thinking?

His face split into a beaming grin and he nodded. He grabbed a set of bondage cuffs from off the wall and went to the cashier before nonchalantly strolling to the arcade doors. As for me, I was just about done browsing and I proceeded to the checkout counter where the clerk was still watching my every move. I realized that the other customers could have been shoplifting like crazy and he would never have noticed it. His eyes were on my tits. I asked for my coat back and he passed it over. I dug in the pocket and pulled out my wallet. Two twenties took care of the price with a bit of change and I took my purchase and slung my coat over an arm. Then I headed for the arcade.

I was followed. The BDSM guy as well as two other customers immediately abandoned their shopping and entered the arcade, right on my heels. I made a beeline for guy number one and grabbed him in a tight hug, pressing my clamped breasts to his chest. He was surprised when I went up on tip toe and kissed him, but then seemed to melt in my embrace. I stood on tip toe and put my mouth to his ear.

"Find us a room."

He led me off into the darkness down several corridors. A small door with a green light on it was ahead and he opened it, pushing me in. Almost immediately his hands were on me and I kissed him back, feeling the need. His fingertips roamed over my shoulders and breasts and then tugged delightfully on the chain between the clamps. I groaned, slid down his body, and started unbuckling his belt.

He had a little bit of a paunch, but nothing serious and at least he was wearing boxers and not briefs. I got his cock out and started slurping on it, deep-throating him until he was moaning, his fingers in my hair. One hand was stroking his cock while the other was between my legs, trying to snag the ben wa balls. I managed to get them out and pushed aside and then he was pulling a condom out of his pocket. I like prepared men. Then he grabbed his purchase, the bondage cuffs, and I held out my hands as he wrapped them around my wrists. He clipped them together and I was pushed down upon the cheap vinyl covered love seat, my legs spread, as he put his mouth over my clit. I gasped as his tongue dipped into me and I shuddered as waves of pleasure rocked me hard.

I sat like that for maybe four or five minutes, his tongue in my pussy, before I couldn't handle it any more. I reached out with both hands thanks to the cuffs, and pulled him to me. He had put on the condom himself and he kneeled between my outstretched legs and pushed into me. I shivered, I gasped. I moaned. And then I exploded.

He wasn't much farther behind and I felt a renewed surge of sexual tension as he became rock solid and hardened inside me. I could feel his cock jerking as he unloaded, spurting his cream into the little plastic sack over his cock and inside me. He pulled out when he went soft and he stripped the condom from his cock and tossed it aside. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, sucking the last bits of cream from his softening rod. It was sweet.

I just laid there with a stupid grin as he got dressed. I love afterglow. He stepped back over to me, released the cuffs from each other, but then pulled them behind my back, surprising me. He gave me another kiss, so I let him bind me. I got rolled and bent over the arm of the love seat. Then to my shock, he pulled up his pants, patted me on the rear gently, and opened the door. I looked back at him over my shoulder, just a tad bit confused. That's when I saw the line. Or crowd. Or whatever you want to call it. BDSM guy was there first and he nodded at my latest lover with a grin. Then he stepped into the room and the door closed on just the two of us.

Oh my. I admit, it surprised me. This was definitely an unexpected turn of events. For a second, I almost stood up, turned and faced then new guy, and told him I wasn't interested. But then I paused for a moment, thoughts racing through my mind. What would my masters and mistresses say? Master Mark would no doubt tell me to do what I wanted. Master Brandon would encourage me to submit and even suggest a decent whipping or worse. Mistress Ellen would tell me to screw as many of them as possible. What to do? My heart raced. What did I expect would happen? I went into a pornography shop, waltzed around naked, and then, even though my assignment didn't tell me to do it, went into the arcade with one of the guests. I knew I had gotten myself into this mess.

The first harsh spank brought my thoughts to an abrupt end and I yelped as the pain exploded in my rear end. I glanced behind me and saw that the BDSM guy was already pulling back for another stroke. I wiggled my hips, trying to disrupt his aim, but he still managed to smack me in approximately the same spot, causing me to suck several lungfuls of air through clenched teeth. The third and fourth spanks were just as blistering and I couldn't take it, swinging my legs off the couch and moving to my feet.

That lasted all of about two seconds, because in moments I was grabbed, shoved across the guy's lap, and felt my butt cheeks being squeezed. Another small flurry of spanks followed along with the order to spread my legs. I whimpered, but did as I was told, my nipples hurting from being pushed against the love seat arm. I felt his fingers touch my sex, pushing and pulling, prodding and poking, until he had two thick digits inside me, pulsing and curling. The spanking continued, with his elbow holding me down and I was shaking and crying with pain and need. I bucked and couldn't help pleading with him to fuck me, to hurt me, to make me cum.

He pushed me to the floor and told me to suck him. I did. Willingly. It was a little hard to do with my hands cuffed behind my back, not to mention his fingers frequently finding the chain connecting my nipple clamps, but I did. His cock was short but thick and it was more than a mouth full. After maybe five minutes he pushed me away, stood up, took off his pants, and then picked me up and shoved me back on to the loveseat. This time though I was facing the back, bent over the rear of the padded back. I felt him move up behind me and for the second time that night got fucked. I could tell he was wearing a condom, but he came so quickly that I didn't have a chance.

And then he was pulling up his trousers, tossing the used condom in the little black trash can. I laid there, panting, still desperate, and he opened the door and held it open for the next guy.

The next guy took off my nipple clamps and chewed on my nipples while screwing me on the floor.

The guy after that made me suck him until he came in my hair and on my face, pulling out at just the last moment.

Then there was the guy who ate me out, sucking on my clit until I was screaming, pulling at my wrist cuffs in desperation.

I got another spanking from one guy who also decided to use his belt on my pussy before fucking me.

And then there was the guy who wanted it soft and sweet and took his time to make me cum before exploding on his own. Then when he was finished, he uncuffed me.

Freedom.

I gave him a quick kiss and used a few of the paper towels stocked in a container to clean up, though admittedly it was a bit spoty. I grabbed my duster and put it on, buttoning it up all the way. My most recent lover was getting his clothes together. Once he was finished, he opened the door. There was still a line. At least four more guys. I shook my head, held out my hands and gave them all my winning smile.

"Sorry guys, but my times up. I'll try and come back tomorrow, so be here around eight pm." Then, grabbing the arm of my latest paramour and let him walk me out of the arcade. No one stopped me.

Once we were out in the entry, I thanked him for the escort, declined dinner and a movie, and headed back out to my truck. I made it in one piece and locked the doors behind me. It took me a while to calm down along with about a hundred repetitions of the word "stupid". Why did I do something that wasn't part of the assignment? How stupid could I actually be? That could have gone so wrong. It WAS wrong! I'm an idiot. I thought back to the assignment given to me by Master Mark. I followed every step mentally, identifying where I went wrong. Finally with a sigh, I reached into my duster for my keys and my hand encountered a plastic bag wrapped item. I pulled it out and recognized it immediately: my butterfly clitoral vibrator. Then I remembered the last line of Master Mark's assignment.

With trembling fingers I opened up the package. It came with batteries so I installed them, and then unbuttoned my duster and slipped the butterfly up my legs and into place. Then I turned it on. My tender clit hardened. I felt another surge of wetness. My mind played back every single one of them, all seven guys. And there would have been more. I probably could have stayed in that room all night. What if I had been cuffed and had a ball gag in, and there was a sign that said "don't release until next morning"?

Shuddering and near to another orgasm, I twisted the controls on the butterfly vibrator to maximum. Thoughts of submission, of going back in, even of coming back the next day flew through my mind. I came hard, gasping, my fingers pushing on the vibrator, letting the hard plastic bite into my clit. I shuddered at the steering wheel, my body rocking with what must have been my fifth or sixth orgasm of the night. I lost count somewhere.

I turned off the butterfly, trying to recuperate, sitting there for just a few minutes before heading home. My mind reeled even as my body reveled and I looked back at the adult novelty shop and arcade. When I finally put the truck in gear, I knew that I had a tough decision a head of me.

What to wear tomorrow night, around eight.?

Next Assignment: (Assigned by Master Mark) Bre, please dress in a short flared skirt and halter top, no panties or bra. You will put the following items in a small bag: the small narrow vibrator, your vibroballs, your new butterfly clitoral stimulator, a pair of nipple clamps, and a pair of panties. You will then drive to any fast food restaurant of your choice. Once your vehicle is parked, you will then attach the nipple clamps, followed by inserting the vibroballs into your pussy. You will then slip on the clitoral stimulator. Lastly, you will insert the narrow vibrator into your rear end. You will then turn every toy on to its lowest setting. Put on your panties, go into the restaurant, order something, and go to a table. You will remain at the table until you orgasm at least once. If you do not orgasm within the first fifteen minutes at the table, you will need to turn one toy up to full intensity. If you still haven't cum after ANOTHER fifteen minutes, you will turn on a second toy to full intensity.

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Keeping things new and fresh looking...that's the name of the game. I couldn't help jumping on Blogger's new template format. Love the look. Do you?

Glad to see Breanne is back and kicking! Hopefully this means a bunch more assignments coming!

I have a funny feeling I know where she is this morning...or at least, where she WILL be!

My best to everyone!

Yours Faithfully,

Michael Alexander