Defining A NHPS

While the response to Breanne's "Rules of Nympho Humiliation Pain Sluts" has been very good, one dom brought up a very good point about Rule #2, and how the "anyone, anywhere" aspect of that rule is a bit extreme. I asked Breanne to clarify how SHE views it. I got this response:

Michael, thanks for the question. I guess I'll need to break it down and post it too, but its pretty basic. First of all, there are a bunch of things we have to think of when we're defining a NHPS. What's a nympho? Well, its a girl with an abnormal or excessive sexual desire (okay I'm quoting from dictionary.com, but you get the point, right?). For me, it means I usually don't say no. I have before, but its not usual. The humiliation part is pretty simple. The girl gets turned on from being humiliated. Now granted, this can come (like the pun?) in a lot of different ways, whether its from being used somehow in public (like what I like) or being made into a doggie and being forced to eat from a bowl (which is just not my thing.) Either way, this and the previous definition handle the anywhere, anyone thing in Rule #2. But since I'm doing definitions, let's keep going.

The pain part of being a NHPS is also pretty easy to explain. Pain turns me on, but it has to be sexual pain. If you come over and break my arm I'm not going to like it. But if you come over, tie me spreadeagled to the hood of my car and then pussy whip me, I'll cum. Lots. Um... can you come over? Even better, come over, tie me to the hood of the car naked, drive me around once, THEN whip me and I'll explode like a bomb! Okay, what is a slut? I didn't like the definition provided so this made me think. A slut is a girl who is easy right? Constantly letting guys screw her? I think I qualify. It goes hand in hand with the first part, though you can be a nymphomaniac without being a slut. (That's why there are two words!) I also think that there is a difference between being a prostitute and a slut. Prostitutes get paid for it. Sluts do it for the fun.

There aren't many NHPSes out there in the world. Maybe a few HPSes, or NHSes, or even just HPs. But me? I'm a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut. And I like it. I'd also like to point out that I don't have a permanent master I have to be loyal too! Free spirit! Woooooo.

Hope that clears everything up! Tell Jenni hi!

Breanne's viewpoints are always intriguing. And as the top picture suggests, Breanne may not be the only NHPS out there.

Rules For NHPS

Sometimes life gets a little complicated, you know? Case in point? This Saturday. Talk about teetering on the edge of disaster. Sure, I got away with it, but whose to say I will again? But hey, I guess I shouldn’t start at the end of the story. I guess I should start at the beginning.

First of all, I took last week off. Sorry about that, but that week long rope punishment from Master Brandon, coupled with Mistress Ellen’s truck stop travel, and then Master Brandon’s punishment assignment, along with constantly being stuffed with ben wa balls was just a little more than my poor pussy could handle. To be honest, I NEEDED a break. For several days my poor clit was so sore that just THINKING about sex made me hurt, which wasn’t too bad, but I need to be turned on BEFORE the pain hits in order for me to get all sexually excited.

In any case, I took a break.

For a while.

Okay, not that long.

And I was still working. Michael doesn’t pay me to sit around and do nothing. A while ago he asked me to quantify a few things: specifically what it takes to be a nympho humiliation pain slut. What are the rules? Well I worked on those. Sure, I got some insight from a couple of the various doms and dommes that I chit chat with, and I hammered out five rules that seem to exemplify exactly what it means to be a NHPS.

#1 A NHPS should keep her pussy stuffed at all times, preferably with cock. If cock is not available, the NHPS should stuff herself with whatever objects/toys are available in order to keep herself sexually aroused and ready.

This rule was easily established, and to be honest, against my better judgment. Being constantly stuffed has its drawbacks (especially from a medical perspective), but I went along with it in the end. Didn’t really have much choice. In a lot of ways though, being stuffed is EXACTLY what being a NHPS is all about! So while still trying to be healthy, having some sort of sex toy, or cock inside me is pretty much a constant now.

#2 A NHPS must be ready and able to endure a painful punishment/torture at anytime, for anyone, for any reason.

Well duh. Of course a NHPS has to be ready for this. That’s what the “pain” part of the title means. It means submitting even when you know it’s going to hurt. I seem to do that pretty well.

#3 A NHPS is not allowed to refuse to perform a sexual act that is within her prescribed limits.

What sub is? I’m not sure where this rule came from, but evidently I’ve been a little selective about my assignments, and/or my negotiations about those assignments. One or two of my various online doms felt that I’ve been a bit argumentative. So they included this little gem to stop my whining. Hmmpph.

#4 A NHPS should always dress provocatively so that she can be recognized as a slut, yet dress according to the requirements of her masters and mistresses.

I already have enough trouble with my parents about the way I dress. “Your shorts are too tight!” or “that collar is too low!” or “why aren’t you wearing a bra?” seems to be common phrases in my house, usually from my mom. Dad just looks at me, shakes his head, and ignores it. One of these days I swear I’m going to walk out naked just to see what happens. But yes, I understand. It means if I’m out and about, I need to look like a NHPS. Lots of skin or curves showing, looking like I’m a street hooker with no compunction about giving out freebees, right?

#5 A NHPS must maintain her physical appearance (fit, shaved, and flexible) in order to be tied or used in whatever position her betters require.

This was another one of those rules that seemed to require a bit of wrangling. What exactly does physical appearance mean? Okay, sure, I’m healthy, thin, a bit willowy. Even pretty flexible. But shaved? I mean yes, I shave, but do we want to actually make that a requirement? Well, finally through majority rule, it was added. So there you have it. Shaved, thin, and flexible. What more do you want?

Now as you can well imagine, the moment I finished establishing these rules, a few of the online doms I had been discussing them with felt that I needed to follow rule number one immediately, regardless of whether my clit and pussy were still recovering from a week’s worth of rope burn. So last Monday I put in my ben wa balls, slowly adding sexual tension to my soreness. This led to sexual need, which of course led to masturbation. Do you have any idea how hard it is to masturbate when your clit hurts? I was in a Catch 22 situation. Masturbating made me want to cum. To cum I needed to rub and pinch my clit. Rubbing my clit hurt. Hurt excited me even more and pushed me to the edge. I would cum, which made my clit hurt, which made me want to masturbate.

After two days of ben wa balls I switched toys. Wednesday was spent stuffed with my husky dildo. That worked out well. Instead of driving me crazy while walking, it drove me crazy while sitting. And let me tell you, having a nine inch long four inch wide rubber cock rammed up inside you all day is not easy. I’m pretty sure I waddled a bit. And I still managed to masturbate three times, once out in the barn when I just pulled down my shorts and went at it with the dildo.

The following day I stuffed myself with my vibro balls, tucked the controller into my shorts pocket, and did very well. I only turned it on when I wanted to masturbate and cum and was very pleased with the results. I think all in all I followed (and still am following) NHPS Rule #1 quite well.
That was last week. Now I’ve gotten into a sort of pattern. Ben wa balls, husky dildo, vibroballs, husky dildo, and then back to the ben wa balls. So, on Saturday afternoon, right after lunch, I was sitting at my desk, stuffed with my vibroballs, when I logged on to my private messenger account and checked my email.

It’s rare for me to get on and not have SOMEONE I know online. As usual, Master Barrett was doing his thing and he immediately contacted me to find out how I was doing. I told him about taking a week off from assignments, but was ready to jump back into the water after Sunday. He asked about NHPS Rule #1 of course and I told him about my vibro balls. I was quietly praised for that. I got grilled on what I was wearing: barefoot, blue denim shorts, white cotton panties, blue tee shirt, white bra. Oh yeah, and stuffed with vibro balls. Master Barrett wanted to torment me for a bit, to make me squirm and no doubt beg.

But unfortunately, I had to go. I promised my dad that I’d drive him to the hardware store and the clock was ticking down. I explained the situation to Master Barrett who was very understanding.

“Punish yourself by making yourself cum by snapping a rubber band against your clit before you go to bed tonight,” he ordered me. If you recall NHPS Rule # 2, I had to be ready for this, and NHPS Rule #3 states I’m not allowed to refuse.

And before I could even respond “and turn those vibroballs on low until then. Can’t have you being too comfortable. You’ll get spoiled and lazy.”

I’m afraid I wasn’t too polite in response. “um…I’m about to go drive my dad to the fucking hardware store and you want the damn vibroballs ON?”

“Yeah. Only on low.”

“For how long?” I asked.

“Till you do the rubber band thing. And no doing it now. Do it AFTER you get back,” Master Barrett replied.

Well damn.

We hashed out a few more minor issues like whether I could masturbate and blah blah blah and then my dad was calling for me to cum along. Oh. I mean COME along.

The control box was in my pocket. I bid adios to Master Barrett, reach down, and with a deep breath turned the vibroballs to low.

I felt the shaking immediately, and I was pretty sure I could hear it too. There was this faint background noise, a slight buzz, that seemed to emanate from between my legs, muffled by soft warm wet flesh. Standing up, I grabbed my flip flops, straightened my tee shirt, smoothed down my shorts, and headed out the door.

I passed my dad at almost a dead run, mostly because I didn’t want him to hear the slight buzzing noise. I made a pretense of getting the truck started, air conditioner on high (it helps that it was like ninety-eight degrees outside), and even turned on the radio. When he finally limped over to the passenger door, I came around to help him and wasn’t worried about whether he could hear the small earthquake slowly stimulating me into sexual urgency.

My dad was hurt in a car accident about three years ago, right before I graduated from college. That’s why I live with my parents. I run the farm. Dad can’t drive and can barely walk. Between the settlement and the fact that the farm is productive, money isn’t an issue, but I think my dad would much prefer to be ambulatory again. Sure, he can move, but it’s a long laborious process. And he refuses to use a wheel chair. He’s got a complicated cane/walker support that he uses, and I tossed this into the bed of the truck as soon as he was in the truck.

Anyway, with my pussy pulsing, I got in the car and headed for our local Home Depot.

Dad and I chatted a bit. Obviously nothing sexual. And I was about to take the exit toward the home improvement giant when my dad told me to keep going. I looked at him confused but went along. He gave me a few more directions and explained he needed something a bit more unusual from the hardware store and that it was unlikely Home Depot would have it.

Uh. Okay.

Within minutes a dreadful suspicion started building inside me and that suspicion turned to a stomach clenching version of “oh shit!” as I realized where we were going. My heart sank and my guts roiled as dad directed me toward a familiar building with a gravel parking lot. I pulled my truck up to the side of the store, exactly where I had parked it almost four months earlier. I considered my options. Wait in the truck? No…dad would need me to help him in and out, and he would take forever. He likes browsing stores like this. It wouldn’t be a quick trip. With my mind still racing and my pussy starting to tighten around the vibroballs buzzing inside, I moved around to the other side of the truck and got my dad’s walker out. The noise of traffic was enough to keep dad from hearing my little toy. Together we shuffled out of the baking heat and into the cool air conditioned interior of the hardware store.

I like hardware stores. Oh, not because I’m a tomboy or anything, but because my perverted mind is always dreaming up new things to do with the stuff I find there. To a NHPS, a hardware store is just a giant toybox of goodies. I could spend hours in a hardware store, especially if I could try out the more interesting things.

However, going with your dad doesn’t exactly make for a good time. When we walked in I breathed a sigh of relief as the clerk looked at me and we didn’t recognize each other. Talk about relief.

Why was I relieved? Because back in April I had done something rather stupid. After parking my truck in the lot of this very hardware store, I had stripped naked, climbed into the bed of my truck, laid down spread-eagled, and masturbated until I came. Oh Sorry. That wasn’t the stupid part. The stupid part was realizing that I had locked my keys in fucking truck. I had wrapped an old furniture padding quilt around my naked body and gone into the hardware store to ask them to call a locksmith. In the end, getting into my truck hadn’t cost me a penny, but it had exposed me to Mike, the manager, who had not only gotten to see me repeat my “in the bed” masturbation, but had also gotten a free blowjob afterward for being such a white knight.

In other words, at this hardware store, even though I was currently mild-mannered Breanne visiting with her dad”, I could easily be recognized as “Breanne, the Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut who masturbates naked in the bed of her truck and gives free blowjobs.”

It was quiet inside and I quickly moved some distance away from my father as the loss of background noise made my own little sexual torment a little more noticeable. I gave my dad a little wave and a smile and told him I was going to browse. He nodded and shrugged and then wandered off down one of the aisles. I did too, moving toward the back of the store where I would be least likely to encounter someone.

I spent maybe ten minutes slowly moving up and down the aisles, occasionally crossing the far back aisle to check on my dad. He was having the time of his life, examining lit bits of god knows what. He doesn’t get out often. Give him a break. Uh… I mean, some slack. He’s already had more breaks than he can handle.

Anyway, I had wandered into the nuts and bolts section and was actually finding a few intriguing large scale bolts when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around me. One went across my breasts, fingers scrabbling at my shirt and bra encased nipple, while the other went down to my crotch, rubbing my clit through my shorts and panties. I stiffened and was about to shout and drive my elbow into my attacker, when I recognized his voice.

“Hi, Breanne! How’s my favorite cocksucking nympho humiliation pain slut?” Mike’s voice said softly.

Back in April, I had left the website address written on a small pad of paper in his office. Evidently Mike is a reader. (Hi Mike! Hope you’re enjoying this!) In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to make such a deal out of being a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut, because it’s sort of become synonymous with my name. It's like my professional title or something.

I groaned softly as he gave me a squeeze, his fingers stroking my pussy through my shorts. Instantly, my sexual needs quotient skyrocketed and I would have gladly fucked my way through just about anyone to get to a decent climax. Mike let me go and gave me a grin as I turned and faced him.

“Looking for something to fill that soft pussy of yours?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

I shook my head. “Actually I’ve already got it filled with my vibroballs. Besides, I’m here with my dad.”

Mike’s eyes widened, though I’m not sure if it was the revelation of my stuffed vagina, or that I was doing that with my dad present. He eye fucked me then, though his target wasn’t sexual. His fingers went out and found the controller stuck into my pocket. Gingerly, he extracted it from my shorts, the long black wire disappearing into the waistband of my shorts.

“Why is it on low?” he asked.

I gave him a rueful grin. “I’m not allowed to touch them. Besides, I’m not supposed to be cumming every five minutes. It’s slow torture. Any louder and my dad might hear it.”

“Wouldn’t that be a shame.” Mike grinned and thumbed the dial to maximum. I felt the vibro balls roar to life and I trembled a bit as my pussy tightened dramatically around the now clearly audible humming coming from my sex.

He tucked the controller back into my shorts. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if dad hears that?” he said diabolically. “Want me to turn it back down to low?” he asked.

I nodded, feeling the first urges to start pumping my hips.

“It’ll cost you,” he replied. “Another stellar blowjob.”

“Fine. Anything!” I gasped.

Mike grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back of the store. I remembered the way, glancing around, hoping my dad wasn’t somewhere close by. He wasn’t and Mike and I disappeared into the manager’s office. He locked the door and was unbuckling his trousers before I even turned around. It was clear he had no intention of turning down the vibroballs until I sucked him off, so I immediately got on my knees and reached up to grab his cock.



I won’t bore you with the details. I’m a good cocksucker and it only took maybe ten to fifteen minutes of slurping, rubbing, sucking, licking, bobbing, and deep-throating before Mike exploded in my mouth for the second time, sending large streams of cum down my gullet. I swallowed dutifully. He didn’t taste bad either, which was nice. As Mike was sighing in pleasure and slowly getting his clothing in order, I stood up, my entire body trembling with desire as the vibro-balls continued their unholy and intense stimulation of my internal cavities. In other words, I was desperate and ready to cum.

“Turn it down now, please?” I begged him.

Mike reached around to his desk and opened one of the drawers. In his hands were three metal alligator clamps. None of them were chained together and I could see they were the cheap ones available here at the hardware store, rather than the more expensive sex toy kind.

“I’d be happy too, but these have to go on your nipples and clit first. It’s your punishment for not coming back to the store before this.”



I started to protest and then realized I was actually breaking NHPS Rule #2! I stopped mid-sentence and nodded. I reached up and tugged both my tee shirt and bra up, exposing my soft curves and hard nipples. Then I pushed my shorts and panties down to my knees.

Mike pinched open two of the clamps and I could see dull metal curved bumps along the edges. My breathing was coming in short little gasps as I neared orgasm and then Mike let the clamps slowly close on my nubs, each clamp biting from the underside and lying flat vertically from my nipple.

They hurt. Oh did they hurt. I gasped, my hands going to my breasts, pain shooting up my tits to my arms and even down to my pussy. Of course, that almost made me pop right then. Mike had to grab my arms and hold me as the initial agony receded into a dull throbbing ache.

Then he went to one knee and I felt his fingers sliding through my petals. When he reached my clit I gasped and he rubbed it slightly. My clit was already exposed, clearly extended outside the hood and he positioned the clamp above it. Then he let it close.

I screamed, loudly. I couldn’t help myself. I was just too sensitive, too tender, too close to cumming. He jumped to his feet and covered my mouth with his hand as I shook in orgasmic release, pain exploding between my legs, enhancing the primal needs of my pussy until I was humping his leg in sexual bliss.

After I came I slumped in his arms and I felt and heard the vibro-balls slow to their earlier pace. It didn’t matter. My orgasm had been so intense it would be at least thirty minutes before I felt anything close to a sexual need again. My nipples and clit throbbed, but it wasn’t unbearable. Mostly I felt like jelly. My legs seemed to be made of rubber and I just rested in Mike’s arms.

He helped me get my bra and shirt back down, ostensibly OVER the clamps; leaving little bumps underneath my tee shirt. It wasn’t obvious what was under the cotton, just curious. Then he pulled up my shorts, tucking the remote wire back into place, also leaving the clamp on my clit.

“You can have those. Leave them on till you cum again.” Mike said.

Oh goody. (Please note the sarcasm. Well YOU try driving home in a manual transmission truck with an alligator clip attached to YOUR genitals and nipples!)

Mike led me back out into the store and I quickly located my dad. His thirty minutes of uninterrupted browsing had netted him quite a haul and he had even discovered it was possible to hang one of those plastic shopping baskets on his walker. Cool huh?

Well, in the end I gave him a few more minutes while Mike hovered at the end of the aisle, surreptitiously glancing at me every few seconds. Finally my dad finished and we meandered toward the checkout. Mike followed.

I admit I was a little scared Mike was going to say something. My dad is not an idiot and even the most veiled remark would likely make my father think twice. But Mike was totally professional and the only thing he said was a very pointed and innuendo filled “I hope you cum back and see me some time. We have a great selection of screws that will fill any socket.”

Sigh.

Outside my dad and I made it back to the truck, and for once I was glad he was so slow. It was a bit painful to walk due to the clamp on my clit. Then, as I was helping him into the truck, he shook his head.

“I can’t believe that man said that!” he said.

I froze. Oh my god…

“Screws don’t go in sockets. Bolts go in sockets.”

If you are rolling your eyes, then you know EXACTLY what I was doing at that moment. If you’re laughing at me, then picture me sticking my tongue out at you.

I got behind the wheel, carefully, the buzzing and throbbing sensations coming from between my legs and the tips of my breasts just barely starting to reignite the heat I had been feeling previously. I pulled out and we headed home.

The drive back to the farm was uneventful, with the exception of the slow buildup of sexual want centered in the dark recesses of my pussy. Dad and I chatted about the farm, the animals, planting, harvesting…you know, all the fun stuff. I helped him out of the truck and back into the house, carrying his bag of goodies.

I went upstairs. I closed the door to my room, stripped off my shorts and panties, only to find the crotch of both soaked. A new surge of pain from the clamp on my clit caused my pussy to tighten and I was a bit more cautious with my shirt and bra. I lay down on my bed, my hand going to the large thick rubber band laying on my nightstand. I stretched it between my thumb and forefinger, grabbed the elastic and pulled, aiming my simple slingshot like toy directly at my clamped clit. I was sizzling with sexual need, wanting to masturbate. Master Barrett’s command was not to turn off the vibro-balls until I came. Mike ordered me to keep the clamps on until I came.

NHPS Rule #2 flashed through my mind: A NHPS must be ready and able to endure a painful punishment/torture at anytime, for anyone, for any reason.

My hand trembled as I pulled the rubber band outward.

I’m pretty sure you know what came next.

Next Assignment:

Breanne: The night before you do this assignment you will take your padlock key and attach it to both ends of a four foot long piece of string. Place it in a small paper cup full of water. You will freeze it overnight. The next day you will dress in a skirt and a tee shirt, no bra or panties. You will take your vibroballs, your butterfly stimulator, your Japanese Clover nipple clamps, your wrist cuffs, padlock and frozen key (in a cooler) and select a location where you are within twenty feet of a road by a telephone pole. Once you have arrived, you will remove your shirt. You will insert the vibro balls into your pussy and then attach the clitoral stimulator in its appropriate spot. Put the controller for the vibroballs in to the pocket or waistband of your skirt. Put on your wrist cuffs. Hang, but do not lock, the padlock on your cuffs. Remove the key from the cooler and hang it on your neck with the key in the small of your back. Take clover clamps, attach one clamp to your nipple and run the chain around the telephone pole. Clamp the other nipple. Now turn the vibroballs and stimulator to maximum. Put your hands behind your back and close the padlock.

Master Brandon

Birthday Spankings

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 herself, 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.

David's Second Assignment

Assignment #2 : (Patience) You will shave your balls and trim your pubic hair extremely short in the morning. Purchase a romantic card for your lady and let her know that you plan on giving her a full body massage that evening. Don't forget to say I love you. In fact, write it on the opposite side of the card at least ten times. Give it to her before you both go to work. Now, during the day at the top of every hour you will go to the rest room and put a few drops of baby oil on your cock. You will rub them in until you are hard, but you will not masturbate or cum. During your lunch hour, you will oil your cock, rub it until it is hard, and then wrap one rubber band around your balls and cock. Do NOT make it too tight. I don't want it to fall off. The oil should keep the band from pinching your skin. Go to lunch wearing it. After lunch remove it and begin oiling your cock every hour even after you get home. When the time is right, take your lady into the bedroom, undress her and use the baby oil (or her choice of lotion or baby powder) and give her a massage. You must be totally naked while doing the massage. For the first thirty minutes do not touch her in a sexual spot. Just rub her. After thirty minutes use your fingers and tongue on her pussy if she allows it. When she is ready, make love to her. Do not cum unless she does...twice.

I realized as soon as I read the assignment that I had a problem. The baby oil that I had bought (see Assignment #1) came only in a large, 20 oz. bottle. There was no way that I was going to discretely be able to get to and from the bathroom at work on the hour, as prescribed. Back to Target. Not 100% sure what I was looking for, I made my way to the Customer Service counter. Without being specific as to my need (i.e., “Excuse me. I need help finding a small bottle with a dropper that I can use to put baby oil on my cock once an hour. Do you know where I could find such a thing?”), I was able to get my point across and was directed to the travel section. Sure enough, I found a bottle that held 3 oz of fluid, and more importantly, would fit in my pocket. Perfect. I also took the opportunity to find a romantic card for my sweetie – one that would tell her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. Done.

Back in the office, I had to wait for the perfect day to pull this off (you know how work and personal stuff can get in the way, lol). Well, yesterday was that day and I set the plan in motion as soon as I woke up. The first part of my task was to shave my balls and trim the rest of my pubic hair extremely short. I’ve shaved it all off before and actually really liked that feeling, but I hadn’t really done much to maintain it in the last several months. Anyway, I took some scissors to my hairy bush (can guys use that phrase? I can’t think of a better one at the moment) before jumping in the shower to make the top part very, very short. Then in the shower, I shaved my balls (and cock) so that they were nice and smooth. I remembered how erotic just this act is, and how much I liked the feeling. Maybe I’ll go back to being completely bare soon. Do I have to ask permission for that? I digress…

Out of the shower and dressed for work, I got out the card that I had purchased and wrote a really nice note to my love telling her how much I appreciated her and how much I adored her. On the inside/opposite side of the card, I wrote “I love you” ten times, from top to bottom. Leaving it on the kitchen counter for her to find when she woke up, I headed off to work.

I got to work about 7:30. I knew I was going to be in a meeting from about 8:15 through noon, so I was basically going to have to excuse myself on the hours to go to the restroom and put the baby oil on my cock. But, first things first, I had 8:00 to attend to, and as soon as it hit, I was off to the restroom. For this one, I didn’t opt to go downstairs to the private restroom, but rather just locked myself in a stall in the main restroom of my floor. I had successfully transferred several ounces of baby oil from the large 20 oz. bottle to my new travel-sized bottle. I had carried it in my pocket to the restroom, and so far, no leaks. In the stall, I pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet, as if I was going to the bathroom (didn’t want unsuspecting visitors to see me with my pants down to my ankles facing the toilet – that could send the wrong message). Once my pants and boxer briefs were down, I dropped what started out as a couple drops but ended in several more drops of the baby oil and began to rub my cock. Oh, that felt nice. Getting hard as required, I rubbed the oil in, but did stop short of masturbating, and certainly coming. Ok, that worked. Pants up and belt buckled. Nice bulge where my cock pressed against my pants. Ready to go.

I made my way over to my video conference call knowing what I had just done and what lay ahead. The call itself was pretty boring, but sure enough, on the hours, I subtly excused myself, headed for the bathroom, and repeated the 8:00 performance. Nothing was different between the episodes, except that it took less and less time each time to reach full erection status.

At noon on the button, the meeting ended. I asked a couple people to go to lunch afterwards, thinking Goddess Breanne might have liked that, but neither were available. So, I decided I would just go out and bring some McDonald’s back to my desk. But first, I need to apply the rubber band. I returned to my desk and took the baby oil and rubber band into the restroom stall. I first applied the baby oil and stroked my cock to make it nice and hard. Once I’d accomplished that, I applied the rubber band around my cock and balls. My rubber band is a large/thick one, and I was torn because one “loop” didn’t seem tight enough, though conservative me was worried that two loops would be too tight. I went back and forth, and ultimately decided on two loops. No circulation was being cut off, that I could tell, and it was definitely noticeable. I figured that’s what Bre was going for. I pulled up my pants and off I went.

The rubber band seemed to have two main functions. One, it kept me harder, longer. Secondly, it seemed to pull my balls up and away from my body, making me very aware of what was going on down there and emphasized my package, should anyone look. I headed to McDonald’s, which was about a ten minute walk from my office. Every step, I could feel the effects of the band… and my cock remained relatively hard. The restaurant was fairly crowded during the lunch hour, and so I got in line and waited. Finally, I ordered my lunch, and then waited for the food to be bagged. While I was waiting, I noticed a fairly attractive woman come in and get in line. She was wearing a relatively tight fitting purple top, that highlighted her ample breasts, and a tighter black skirt that hugged her ass, with her feet framed in a nice pair of black pumps. She had that look about her that said, “I care about my looks and I’m not so innocent.” I’d guess she was in her late 30s. She noticed me, too, (it’s not often that I notice women noticing me), but she did. Maybe it was because of my heightened sexual desires at the moment that I noticed, I’m not sure. I could tell she kept her eyes in my direction, and once or twice, we made eye contact. Anyway, I had half a mind to go up and whisper in her ear, “I have a rubber band around my shaved balls and I think you’re hot.” However, I didn’t want to get arrested, and my order was called. I grabbed it and headed out, still with a pretty good bulge.

I walked back to my desk, and sat down with my lunch. I did a couple of emails and surfed the web. When 1:00 came, it was back to the bathroom. Off with the rubber band and on with more oil. I was starting to feel a little pent up by this point. Oh, and I got back to my desk and had a voicemail from home. My love had called to tell me how much she had appreciated the card that I’d left. Specifically, how she’d had a rough morning, and the card came at the perfect time. And, how much she’d loved the “I love yous” that had graced the inside. Interesting, because if I had thought about skipping/failing any part of the assignment, it was that one. Glad I followed my instructions. Hehe.

The afternoon progressed similar to the morning, just without the long meeting. Every hour on the hour, it was back to the bathroom. I headed straight from work to another meeting, and then finally home just after 8:00. We sat down to dinner, chit chatted about the day, and then I led her to the back of the house. I had alluded to the massage in the card, but she hadn’t really thought I was serious about that. I told her I was, helped her disrobe and laid her face down on the bed. I grabbed our bottle of lavender massage oil and shed my clothes and climbed on top of her. For the first twenty minutes, I massaged the stress out of her shoulders, lower back, upper back, arms and legs… careful not to touch her upper thighs or between her legs. I could tell she was getting relaxed, but I didn’t want her TOO relaxed, lol. I asked her to roll over, and then spent the next ten or fifteen minutes or so on her front side, starting with shoulders, then stomach, legs, and finally breasts. I could tell that she was becoming aroused, and I moved my hand to her sex, and started to lightly massage. I started massaging her petals, her inside, and then her clit. To my surprise, she was worked up more than I thought, and within about five minutes, she was having a sizable (vocal) orgasm. When she finished, she just pulled me close and held me. Then she said she wanted me inside of her – that’s her favorite thing. I told her not until she cums again – this night was all about her. So, I pulled out our trusty vibe, and began to rub it over her clit. She helped hold it in the right spot, and within minutes… orgasm #2. OK, whew. I could finally cum!!! After a day of constant playing with my cock and two mind-blowing orgasms for my wife, it was time.

I wrapped my arms around her, leaned in, and then I entered her…

Assignment 07-27-10

Punishment Assignment: (assigned by Master Brandon) The night before the assignment you will put your padlock key on a 4 foot string and freeze it in a 20oz bottle's worth of water. The following day you will take the bottle (in a cooler), your Japanese Clover Clamps, your butterfly clitoral vibrator, your wrist cuffs, and your padlock and drive to any location you desire provided said location has a chain link fence. When you arrive you will strip naked but you will leave the crotch rope and ben wa balls in and tight. You will put on the butterfly vibrator and then clip the clamps to your nipples. You will tie the end of the string that is attached to the bottle and key to the middle of the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Toss the bottle over the top of the fence so that it dangles on the other side, pulling on your nipples. Activate the butterfly vibrator and turn it to its maximum setting. Attach your cuffs and padlock them to the fence so that you can get to the key when it is finally freed from the ice. You may cum if necessary. In the event that you are approached, you must ask them to spank you but you can not let the crotch rope be removed.

The gravel under the truck tires crunched and I looked in the rear view mirror. A long trail of billowing dust stretched back toward the country road, at least a half a mile, and I put it in park, my eyes flashing through the windshield and across the chain link fence before me.

Are you wondering what I was doing there? Sure you are. I admit that I was wondering what I was doing there. Unfortunately, I had a pretty good idea. It had taken me almost an hour to find an appropriate spot to do this, and in the end I found myself outside a large radio antenna, complete with small concrete hut and chain link fence. It was located about four miles south west of my farm and was in the middle of some fields. No one around. Few, if any passing cars. It suited my need to remain undiscovered during what was coming, but I was still dreading it.

I got out of the truck with my bag and cooler. I was dressed for the heat of course: flip flops, khaki shorts, a blue tee shirt and bra made up my regular ensemble. Of course underneath the shorts I wasn’t wearing the typical panties so commonly available at lingerie stores across the country. Nope. I was wearing something that was more readily available from a hardware store; and it chaffed.

For four days, with the exception of a blissful five hours on Saturday, I had been wearing a rather tight, rather scratchy, rather soaked rope thong that was embedded both in my ass and between the swollen, wet, and tender petals of my pussy. This, combined with the added effects of keeping a pair of ben wa balls tucked up inside me for the entire time created a plethora of sexual urges, usually culminating in some wild and rather agonizing coital thrusting. The original punishment also called for me to masturbate at least twice: daily, through the rope thong, and only focusing on my clit. While I’m no stranger to clitoral orgasm, such direct, prolonged and abrasive stimulation had become something both hated and desired, all at the same time. I was living in a catch 22 situation (and still am…with one day to go!) where the time I spent masturbating relieved not only the sexual tension but discomfort, as well as made me even more tender and more sensitive to the pain of the rope slipping and sliding along my slit. Masturbate twice? Ha! I’ve been masturbating fifteen to twenty times daily, just to spare myself the agony of sitting there enduring the rope. And each masturbation just makes me hurt more.

But I was recently reminded that I am a nympho humiliation pain slut, so shut up and stop complaining, right?

The chain link fence enclosed about three hundred or so feet, with the large metal scaffold of antenna right in the center. My large and thick sunglasses muted the glare of the summer Texas sun, and I stepped up to the fence and dropped my cooler and bag. I peeled my shirt off, dumping it on the ground, following it with my bra. I immediately felt the heat on my breasts. Let’s face it: ninety eight degrees at two o’clock in the afternoon is pretty intense, especially in direct sunlight. My thumbs hooked my waist band and soon my shorts joined my bra and shirt.

I grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. Seventy five S.P.F. in fact. I took several moments to liberally smear every portion of my body, except where the crotch rope lay against my skin. I’m certainly willing to endure my share of discomfort and pain, but getting sunburn wasn’t on the menu. After I glistened, my skin reflective, I went about preparing my punishment assignment.

The first thing to do was put on my butterfly vibrator. This is a simple device. It’s just a plastic triangle with a little bump on one side that is supposed to be worn directly over your clit. It has straps to hold it in place, and I stepped into the makeshift leg holes and pulled the little vibrator up and into place. It didn’t fit correctly across my clit due to the rope and tiny knot that kept the crotch rope tight. But I knew from experience that this wouldn’t matter much. The butterfly stimulator would buzz, on high, and that in turn would cause the rope lying against my clit to shake. It wouldn’t be long before I was screaming in ecstasy and agony.

My Japanese Clover Clamps were next and I pulled out the heavy hardware and held it up. Sunlight flashed on the steel chain connecting the two large clips and I spent a moment or two getting them on my breasts. My nipples are actually quite average in size, so sometimes it makes clamping them a bit of a chore. The delicious pain that shot up through each tit just made me hornier and I couldn’t control the involuntary thrusts of my hips. This of course caused the rope to move through my pussy like a saw and I could feel the fire of sexual need building rapidly.



Next I put on my wrist cuffs. These are just an old pair of nylon and foam toy cuffs Kari bought me from a store years ago. Each has a D link metal clip and I hung my padlock from the clip, knowing I’d be cuffing myself to the fence shortly. I bent down and opened the cooler, pulling out my frozen bottle of water. I had used an empty soda bottle and had removed the wrapper so I could see the key and rope clearly. The key was at the very bottom, encased in ice, the long string a white line going up through the solid block of water and emerging from the open top. Already water was condensing along the outside of the bottle and I could see that just a little bit of the ice at the top had melted. I set the bottle down on the ground by my feet and tied the rope to the chain connecting my nipples together. So with everything in place, I turned the butterfly vibrator to maximum, picked up the bottle, and tossed it over the fence.

Twenty ounces of water is about two or three pounds and I immediately felt it pull on my nipples. The nice thing (or perhaps the horrible thing) about Japanese Clover clamps is that pulling on them just makes them tighter. So after a minute or so I could really feel the pressure. During that minute I lifted my arms as high as I could, even standing on tiptoe to get all the way up, and quickly ran the padlock hasp through both D links and the fence. Then I locked it.

The bottle dangled on the other side of the fence, just level with my breasts. I could see the key, knowing that I would have to wait for the ice to completely melt before I would be able to free myself. My nipples ached and I could feel the trickles of perspiration flowing down my back, my brow, and even my cleavage. It was annoying.

But even more distracting was the butterfly vibrator. Its maximum setting was quite intense when directly applied to the clitoris, but when interspersed with a rope it became a torment of devilish design. It was like adding Tabasco sauce to a sandwich. Or pepper flakes to pizza. I felt my clit hardening, extending as my hips danced back and forth, only to be roughly stimulated by the shaking rope. My first orgasm happened in about four minutes and I screamed out loud in relief, only to find myself in even more agony immediately afterward.

My clit felt as if it was on fire and the vibrations didn’t stop. I focused my attention on the bottle. I couldn’t even see progress! The whole thing was still a solid block of ice and the weight was pulling on my breasts. My legs began trembling and I realized that I wouldn’t be able to stand on tiptoes much longer. I let some of my weight go to my wrists and dangled, giving my calves a rest.

That rest was shortlived though, since my loins seemed to have a mind of their own. Again fluids rushed through me, amplified by the little sparks of discomfort in my nipples and the fiery heat of the crotch rope scratching at my pussy. Soon I was involuntarily humping the butterfly vibrator, my inflamed lust not understanding that the vibrator was attached to me. I pressed myself against the fence, using the metal chain link to push on the butterfly stimulator and groaned in relief as I managed to increase the sensation and orgasm a weaker, but second time.

By the time I calmed down I could see that there was a film of water surrounding the solid core of ice in the bottle. I wasn’t sure, but I figured twenty or so minutes had passed. Occasionally my movements caused the bottle to sway, bumping against my breasts, still pressed up against the chain link. It was a sweet relief, cool water sloshing onto my belly, then cascading down toward my slit. The cold water soaked the rope and cooled my heat, but only for a few moments. The still buzzing vibrator held in place above my clit kept churning, allowing me no peace, and I began pressing myself against the fence again.

My third orgasm was quick to build and even quicker to fade, a mere blip on the chart. My arms were aching, as were my legs and toes and I frequently tried to change position. I could feel the scorching sun on my skin and I felt the tops of my toes and feet burning. I had forgotten to put sunscreen on them.

I hung there, dripping with perspiration, matching the melting ice bottle drip for drip, my hips grinding away. My clit throbbing, stinging slightly as rivulets of salty water trickled down my skin. Time seemed to stop and my world was reduced to the clicking sound of cicadas, scorching heat, and the never ending torture of my pussy. Everything seemed more intense as I dangled, the hot metal links of the fence pressing deeply into my breasts and arms. I closed my eyes, trying to relax, and only felt the incessant sexual urge coming from between my legs.

I’ve never known how long it takes to melt a bottle of ice water in direct sunlight, but I do now. I watched the core of ice become smaller and smaller, through several more orgasms, each tinier than the one before, until I was just whimpering. I was thirsty, hot, exhausted, and hurting. My nipples seemed to throb as much as my clit and knowing that there was a bottle of ice cold water just inches away from me was terrible. At one point I even tried to splash myself with the water, hoping some would get to my mouth.

After forty minutes the ice was only half the size of the bottle and I could practically taste the water. Another painful orgasmic wave and fifteen minutes later I let out a sob. My toes were on fire, from both the sun and from trying to keep my weight off my arms. Everything seemed to ache, from my throbbing nipples to my burning calves.

When the ice was only the width of my thumb I stared at it, trying to ignore what my body was telling me. The key to the padlock was now near the neck of the bottle, only a bit more ice clinging to the cold metal and the long strand of string that stretched from the key to my nipples. A bit of the water had come out of the bottle, leaving an inch or two of air at the top. This actually helped, since the ice was now exposed to the air. I licked my cracked lips, parched, so desperate for relief that I could almost taste it. I wanted the buzzing between my legs to stop. I wanted my nipples released. I wanted cool sweet water.

I was barely cognizant when the bottle fell. It actually surprised me. Part of that was because I was in the throes of another pain induced orgasm, my clit screaming as the vibrations and rope sawed at the tender nerve bundle. The pressure came off my breasts and I just stood there for a moment, trying to understand what had happened. My finger opened and I tugged the string upward until I grasped the key. It took a moment and several attempts to open the pad lock, but when I did I fell to rocky gravel, totally uncaring that I was sitting bare ass naked on the dusty stones. I reached through the fence and tried to reach the bottle, but there was no way. It had fallen too far from the chain link.

My first action was to turn off the vibrator. It was blessed relief. That’s all I can say. Then I removed the nipple clamps. I bit my lip as the blood rushed back into the pinched nubs and I sat shaking for another moment. Finally I clawed my way upright, using the fence itself to help me. I reached down and grabbed my shirt and pulled it on.

I practically ripped the butterfly stimulator off my body, not bothering to undo the straps. I cringed at the thought of putting my shorts back on, but I knew that I really didn’t have a choice, so I gingerly got them back in place. Pain lanced through my pussy, concentrating on my clit and I almost reached down to rub myself into masturbatory relief, only to realize that touching my self there was not a smart thing to do. I tossed everything in my bag and grabbed the cooler.

I stumbled to my truck and got in, chucking my belongings on the floor. The air conditioner helped a little, but I turned the truck around and headed back out to main road, speeding as quickly as I dared to a little convenience store I knew was down the road about two or three miles.

I practically ran in, bought a bottle of water and chugged it on the spot.

So I hope you’re satisfied. I think I paid dearly for those five hours of sexual bliss on Saturday. I’ve still got the rest of today too…and this crotch rope is killing me. I’m raw, I’m horny. I’ve cum like seven times today. It’s….

Punishment.

Assignment 07-26-10

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David's First Assignment

Assignment #1: (Assigned by Breanne The Sex Goddess!) Okay, you need to get together a kit. Rubber gloves, a small hand towel, baby oil, and two large thick rubber bands. If you haven't read all of my daily assignments yet, go to the next one and actually print it up. Take your new kit and the printed copy to the restroom. Take the towel, fold it in half length wise and the place the rubber glove on the towel so that the opening hangs over the top, and the fingers hang off the bottom of the towel. Then start rolling the towel. It should look like a sausage with a rubber glove in it. Snap the opening of the glove around the end of the towel sausage and then liberally oil. Then stick your dick into it. Then I want you to read my assignment while slowly moving the whole towel up and down your cock. That's my pussy. If you feel like you are about to cum, stop. As soon as you get to the end of the reading material you may cum.

OK, so the first assignment. Oh, please, don’t let me screw this one up was my first thought. LOL I guess I should start by describing the putting together of the kit. Part of it was really easy – the rubber bands. Working in a corporate office environment, that simply entailed heading to the supply closet and finding a couple of large, thick rubber bands. Two seconds later – check. Interestingly enough, there were three pairs of new women’s shoes in the closet, too. That actually left me scratching my head – never seen that before in a supply closet. What the heck? Oh, well, I digress. Moving on.

The rest of the supplies required a trip to Target. Despite the presence of Hush Puppies, there were no rubber gloves or baby oil in the supply closet. As I walked into the store, I was excited. Something about looking for contents that would allow me to be in my submissive mode, and that I was actually carrying out an assignment, gave me a little charge as I set about. The hand towel was easy enough to find. The hardest choice there was color. I started to get navy blue – my favorite color, but then I saw black, and somehow that just seemed more appropriate. Off to find the rubber gloves. Ok, that wasn’t that hard, either. In the first aid section were a number of boxes. Hmmm… not sure that I need 50, but as that was the smallest quantity box I saw, that’s what I went with. Now baby oil… I looked but didn’t see it in the health/beauty section. I was going to have to ask someone. The thought crossed my mind, “What would a sales associate think with me walking up holding a towel, rubber gloves, and asking for baby oil?” I decided it didn’t matter as those were my instructions, and so I found the nearest employee and asked him. He directed me to the baby section (duh), and off I went and there it was. $11.88 later, I was walking out of the store, kit in hand.

Back at work, it was time to execute the task. I don’t have a lot of privacy in my work space, nor a door that I can close. But, there is a private bathroom with a locking door a few floors down, and that’s where I headed to execute task #1. Upon entering the bathroom, I locked the door and pulled my kit contents out. Following my instructions, I took the towel, folding it over lengthwise, and laid it on the floor (the bathroom didn’t have a table or large sink, but everything was very clean). Then, I took a glove out of the box and laid it on top of the towel at one end, and making sure an inch or two of the wrist part of the glove extended beyond the end of the towel, proceeded to roll the towel from the gloved end to the other. Once that was completed, I folded the glove back over the towel, and wallah – a homemade pussy. Ingenious!

Now, immediately after the rolling, there wasn’t much of a cavern, and frankly I had my doubts how this was really going to work. I took a finger and pushed it in, trying to carve out some space. Sure enough, that seemed to work. Ok, now it was time to get ready. I decided I needed to remove my shirt and undershirt – just seemed like too many clothes, so I took them off and hung them on the door handle. Then, I unbuckled my belt and lowered my slacks and black boxer briefs and sat on the only seat in the room – the toilet. Reaching down, I then picked up my towel-wrapped glove and the baby oil, and proceeded to fill the glove with generous amounts of the artificial lubrication. I tested putting it on my penis (which I had pumped a few times to begin the erection process), and while the cavity was initially a bit tight, it did stretch and really mold to my cock, and it actually felt really nice.

Some of the baby oil leaked out immediately, as you’d expect, but I put some more in, and then picked up the story to read. I had selected the most recent assignment (6-29-10), and started to read. As I did so, I slowly stroked my cock with “her pussy” and my erection got increasing harder by the second. As I read, I noticed I was becoming increasingly aroused, and if I wasn’t careful, I would come in seconds. I knew, though, that I needed to get through the story before I was permitted to come (and I’ll add, that as a first assignment, the pleasure of release was a generous gift). I read about the nipple clamps being attached, the vibrators installed and turned on, and the entrance into Wendy’s. Biting my lip, I had to slow my pumping, as I knew I wouldn’t make it and wasn’t ready to fail my first task so quickly. Continuing to read, yet just holding the pussy on my cock, I continued through the story. Periodically, I’d stroke myself, feeling the warmth of the of the pussy on my cock, and man, it felt good. I wanted to stroke more and more, but refrained, as again, I wanted to hold off the release. Finally, I made it to the end, and put down the story, and closed my eyes. With renewed interest, I wrapped my hand firmly around the towel and pumped two, three, four times… I can’t remember for sure. What I can remember is the explosion that followed – a shuddering orgasm that sent a spasm through my midsection. Holding still, I allowed my cock to finish pulsing and recover, before slowly removing the glove and beginning the clean up process.

Yep, this is going to be fun.

Calling Male Submissives!

Every day I get a few emails from fans. Some guys just want to tell me how erotic I am, how much they enjoy reading about my various adventures. Some guys propose marriage. As one gentlemen put it: “Let’s see, you are a good cook, play piano, have a brain and a college degree, are good looking, AND you enjoy no holds barred sexual perversions on levels only dreamt about by experienced BDSM doms. And you wonder why you’re getting marriage proposals?”

I guess. But I also get the occasional email from some sweet, caring, romantic, adventurous guy who is just a tad bit jealous of my assignments. Submissive guys have always fascinated me. Ever since Kari made it pretty clear that she preferred domming guys, the two of us spent quite a bit of time tormenting various boys in different ways. To be honest, I enjoyed it, though I never took the lead. Kari’s favorite thing for the two of us to do was milking. I remember one time we went down to Galveston Island, found this cute guy who tried hitting on us, and we took him back to our hotel room, tied him down and milked him for fourteen hours. He was screaming by the time we were done and let him up and he couldn’t walk straight. It was fun.

So when I got an email from David, praising my submissive streak and expressing open admiration and a touch of envy for the assignments I get, I couldn’t help but respond. We conversed for a while and I remembered a conversation I had with Michael about a section for submissive males. We had discussed setting up some assignments and I figured, who better to test out a whole new concept, than my little David!

David will be “testing” my little assignments so that the rest of you guys out there who are just a tad bit submissive can follow along and see how it goes. And for you ladies… well feel free to email me or David with more ideas! So we’re going to try it and I want all of you submissive males out there to do it too! So what do you need to have on hand? Well this is what I told David:

Assignment #1: Okay, you need to get together a kit. Rubber gloves, a small hand towel, baby oil, and two large thick rubber bands. If you haven't read all of my daily assignments yet, go to the next one and actually print it up. Take your new kit and the printed copy to the restroom. Take the towel, fold it in half length wise and the place the rubber glove on the towel so that the opening hangs over the top, and the fingers hang off the bottom of the towel. Then start rolling the towel. It should look like a sausage with a rubber glove in it. Snap the opening of the glove around the end of the towel sausage and then liberally oil. Then stick your dick into it. Then I want you to read my assignment while slowly moving the whole towel up and down your cock. That's my pussy. If you feel like you are about to cum, stop. As soon as you get to the end of the reading material you may cum.

So what do you think will happen? Will David be able to do it? I think so! The real question is: Can you?

Love to everyone!

Breanne!