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Administrator — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 14:46:41 +0000

From the box ran a wire connected to a pole. The pole jutted up
from the floor, gleaming metal. It’s end, a dildo, was planted
deep in the girl’s cunt. It was thick and stretched the lips of
her pussy wide. It was shiny with her juices. If she slumped
forward, relaxing her pose, the weight would drop down onto the
box, completing an electrical circuit. When the circuit was
completed, the box would send a mild shock to the dildo – just a
few volts but enough to make the girl squirm from it’s fiery
bite. If the weight stayed on the box, the current would continue
for twenty seconds, stop for twenty seconds, then start again,
and so on, until the connection was broken.

So she had a choice, this girl in bondage. She could yank at the
strap, causing the clamps to bite at her nipples, or relax and
send the shock ripping into her cunt. When that happened, she
found that her writhings on the end of her perch set her pussy
aflame!

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Administrator — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 17:23:45 +0000

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She stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the
naked girl tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that
was almost impossible. It was the point of her bondage, of
course.

She stood erect, her legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped
between her ankles forcing them apart. Her arms were pulled
behind her back, strapped together at the elbows and wrists
forcing her breasts forward.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her bound arms all the way to
her slim waist. She was gagged, her mouth stuffed with a penis
gag and covered by a thick leather strap. Otherwise she was
completely nude.

That was the standard stuff, in and of itself arousing as it
silenced and commanded her naked body, offering her charms in
wanton invitation. But there was more tonight – much more!

On each of her erect nipples was a small spring-clamp. These
connected to a thin leather strap, which then connected together
in a heavier strap. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a
pulley there. At the other end of this strap from her nipples,
dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a metal
weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal
plate on it’s top. In fact, if the girl weren’t leaning back and
away, her taut breasts pulling at the strap, the weight would
rest on the box. The girl arched herself backward, trembling,
struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good
reason to.

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Administrator — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:31:17 +0000

In the morning Sue and Betty got up and decided to clean the
house before releasing Gwen from her bondage. But to let Gwen
know that they were still there they placed a set of nipple clamps
on Gwen’s lovely boobs. After lunch they carried Gwen down to the
basement and slowly removed the plaster from her face. As soon as
her face was free Gwen wanted to know if it was all over now.
Betty answered that it was for now. Soon they had Gwen free from
the plaster and cleaned up. To celebrate Gwen’s discovery about
herself. In the morning as Gwen went home she looked forward to
when she could return and have Sue and Betty.

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Administrator — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 16:56:10 +0000

They quickly filled the bag that was in Gwen’s butt with red
wine. As they were filling her, they could hear Gwen moaning in
her bondage. After they were finished and had the tube to her ass
sealed, they carried Gwen up to the living room. That night at
the party the guests complimented Sue and Gwen on the fine statue
that they had. Only some of them were told that there was a
person inside it. All thru the night Sue and Betty sneeked
chances to fondle Gwen’s breasts. And at midnight they uncorked
Gwen’s ass for a midnight toast and the party ended. Sue and
Betty were too tired to release Gwen so they left her untill the
morning standing in the middle of the living room.

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Administrator — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 14:11:29 +0000

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Betty at the same time was wrapping bandages around Gwen’s
feet and legs. Soon all of Gwen was thickly covered in plaster
except for Gwens breasts and cunt. Sue had done a wonderful job
of putting the plaster on Gwens face. Gwen could breath and her
facial features looked great in the plaster. Betty got this
wicked look on her face and shoved a battery powered dildo into
Gwens cunt and then sealed it in with the plaster. Both girls
worked carefully on Gwen and soon the plaster was smooth and full
of detail the only thing that looked odd was where Gwen’s breasts
jutted out from the plaster since they were bare flesh. This they
corrected with white paint. They wanted to play with those
breasts.

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Administrator — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 16:29:41 +0000

Gwen was going to be the centerpiece at tonights party. They
were going to make a statue out of her and she would contain the
drink for the ending toast of the party.

Sue tightly laced the rubber corset on Gwen to give her an
even slimmer waist and to hide her breathing. Betty carefully
forced an empty enema bag into Gwen’s butt, when Gwen was
completely bound they would fill the bag with wine for the last
toast of the party. Then they were ready to begin. They rubbed
oil all over Gwen’s body and into her hair. Sue then brought out
a case of plaster bandages and a bucket. Gwen held her arms out
in the pose that they wanted as they began to wrap the wet
bandages around her neck and sholders. They were very careful not
to put any on Gwen’s full breasts. Then Sue began to work plaster
into Gwen’s hair so that she could sculpt her hair as she wanted
it to look.

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Administrator — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 12:36:53 +0000

Gwen spent the rest of the day lightly bound and walking
around the house all that she was allowed to wear in addition to
her bonds was a tight rubber corset. Betty and Sue told her that
she would have to get acustomed to it before the ‘FINAL BONDAGE’
tomorrow. That night Sue and Betty tied Gwen upright to a pole in
the basement and told her that she would have to spend the night
that way. That night Sue and Betty worked to keep Gwen aroused
and in ecstasy. Gwen came many times that night before being left
standing to try to sleep. In the morning Betty and Sue came in
and awakened Gwen. Gwen was theirs now. She was their SLAVE.

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Administrator — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:35:40 +0000

Slowly Betty pushed on the vibrator. She felt Gwen tense up
“Gwen my pretty, if you do not relax this is going to be very
painful and I assure you that it is going in.” Gwen knew what
Betty said was true, she would push it in no matter what she did
and she tried to relax. Soon (even though Gwen would disagree) it
was deep inside her. Betty then got up and got a set of BEN WA
balls and reaching under Gwen pushed them deep into Gwen’s pussy.
“If these or the vibrator come out, I am going to whip you.” Gwen
tried her best, she did not want to be whipped. Betty then got a
pair of rubber panties out of the dresser drawer. “You are going
to wear these to keep everything in place”.

Betty untied Gwen’s legs and then proceeded to put the rubber
panties on Gwen. They were extremely tight and they were
sculptered. They fit Gwen just like a second skin. The vibrator
was now beginning to excite Gwen and she was shocked. Could it
be. She was beginning to enjoy this!!. Betty now lashed Gwen’s
wrists to her thighs and then tied her elbows together before
helping her to sit up. Then Gwen got excited; Sue was back. Oh,
now she would get free. “Gwen, I promissed you a weekend that you
would not forget. I see that Betty has begun.” No, not Sue! This
entire weekend was her idea. What was in there mind now? Betty
and Sue lead Gewn downstairs to the basement where they said the
fun would begin.

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Administrator — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 13:50:32 +0000

Sue quickly wrapped a loop of rope around Gwen’s wrists and
made the knot tight. Gwen was shocked. As she opened her mouth
to complain she found a pair of her own panties being shoved into
her mouth. Sue quickly used a silk stocking to knot it in place.
Soon Gwen found her knees and ankles tied tightly together. “Well
my pretty” said Betty, “lets see how flexable you are” and quickly
began to tie Gwen’s elbow’s together. She had to pull and tug but
finally succeeded. Then pulling the rope tight tied Gwen’s wrists
and ankles together. “Well that should keep you until morning”
Sue said as she turned out the light. Gwen wondered what would
happen now. Oh, when was Sue due back?

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Administrator — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 16:40:41 +0000

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I tug until I almost feel the plug coming out. In my throes of orgasm,
as I hang impaled by pleasure, the clamp still tweezers on the very
tip, the most sensitive point. The flash-flood of pleasure receedes,
and as I come down from heaven, the clip slides until its rubber-coated
jaws cling to one single hair. This sends me almost up again.
Instead, I bow outwards, waiting. The sudden motion dislodges the
clip. I do not hear anything, except the booming rush of my blood as I
come again.

I awake looking into my owner’s rich, loving eyes. I passed out mere
seconds after my explosion, spent and hanging lax. I was gently laid
down, all the ropes and restraints removed, the mask, the gag and the
tape lying in a ball by my bed, and my partner, no longer my owner,
gingerly massaging color and warmth into my arms.

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Administrator — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 11:48:31 +0000

He manhandled her over to her standing bondage rack and
strapped her up to it. For a moment, he admired her exquisite shape.
Although she certainly didn’t have the body of a Cosmo cover girl, the
shiny black latex covering her body made her, in Mr. Dodds eyes, the
ideal woman. Each curve of her body, the long, muscular legs, her
ample hips, was made silky-smooth by the wonderful material. If she
didn’t have the more classic beach beauty figure that Flora sported, it
was of no matter, he preferred his women to look like WOMEN, not
girls.

The additions to the suit gave her a sexier, postmodern look. The
huge, rounded cones of her breasts jutting straight out, and the
mounded cleft between her legs, emphasized her female shape to the
point of caricature. She might be a modern store-window mannequin,
Dodds thought, but one that few window dressers would dare display.

With a sigh, he returned to his work. He got out a large tin of latex
glue and carefully painted-in Mandy’s outline upon the slab. While it
dried, he examined a set of hoses and fittings attached to the
equipment in the corner, handling them lovingly.

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Administrator — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 09:53:35 +0000

Above all was it safe? Should I take some precautions such as phoning from
a public call box.

In the end of course the call was made. I phoned at 5pm precisely. The precision
of the icon which I had watched was such that it was clear that strict
accordance with instructions was appreciated.

I made the call from the livingroom, I live alone so there was no problem about
being disturbed. A womans voice answered (the old woman or the young girl?).
“Hello, who is calling?”.
“I saw you in the park”, I replied.
“I was not in the park today, I am merely the operator, please describe
the emblem card you were given”
“It is of a skirt raised to reveal a pair of buttocks”
“You were expected, for our purposes your name will be Zagreus, what is
it that you require?”

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Administrator — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 11:13:37 +0000

“I am Jim Fredericks, a private investigator with a practice divided
between Mexico and Houston. I met Miss Ryan on the plane. Is Miss Ryan being
detained, or is she under arrest?”
“That is to be determined,” said the Colonel. “Miss Ryan, what can you
tell me of your trip to Mexico?”
“I went to Mexico on business. I was to meet a man there and spend the
weekend there with him working. I am a secretary.”
“So, he imported a secretary all the way from the United States? You must
be very skilled indeed. Tell me, what else did he have you do? Are you a
prostitute? Let me assure you that if you are, it is no concern of mine, and
that matter is not at all in my jurisdiction. We are concerned about something
else entirely, something far more serious. I suggest that you tell me the
absolute truth about this matter.”
“I am not a prostitute!” said Stacy, very upset with the accusation.
Jim broke in. “Officer, I sense that there is some reason that you are
questioning my friend that goes beyond import violations. She has no luggage,
and she is carrying no contraband. It is certainly not illegal to go to Mexico
and her papers are in order. Why are you questioning her?”
“Let me get straight to the point then. We received certain photographs
of a women yesterday from a notorious white slave ring. One of these
photographs appears to be Miss Ryan.” Colonel Cooper pulled a manila envelope
from his desk, and took out three black and white photographs and gave them to
Stacy.
The top photograph was a striking young brunette in an evening gown with
elbow length leather gloves. She wore a diamond necklace that must have cost
twenty thousand dollars if it were real. She was tightly gagged with a ball
gag the type that Stacy was all too familiar with, and she was turned to the
side so it was apparent that her arms had been tightly bound with rope and her
elbows had been wrenched together and bound. There were tears streaming from
her eyes, and she seemed to be in pain and very frightened. She could have
been no more than twenty-five, although her sophisticated dress made her look
more mature.
The second photograph was of Katrina, equally tightly bound and gagged,
and the third photograph was of Stacy in the white dress with the wide black
belt, in the same bondage manner as the elegant woman in the first photograph.
“That appears to be you in the third photograph, Miss Ryan. Is it?” asked
the Colonel.
Stacy looked at Jim. Even he did not know the whole story. She was a
little upset with Fernando for sending her home in such publicly flaunted
bondage, but she had promised to protect his identity and his cause to break up
the slavers. She certainly did not want to go to jail for him, however.
“You seem hesitant to reply. Let me tell you a little bit about what you
seem to have gotten yourself into. This woman is the wife of Michael
Wentworth. You may be familiar with him. He is an industrialist and a weapons
maker. The woman in this photograph is Renee’ Wentworth, his wife of two years
and the daughter of a French weapons maker.
“Mrs. Wentworth as taken from her hotel room in Mexico City yesterday
morning. No ransom note was left, and none of the government authorities have
heard from the kidnappers. Of course, she could have been kidnapped for money,
but our worst fears are that her husband is to be blackmailed into supplying
arms to insurrectionist factions in Mexico. As you might imagine, with Mexico
bordering on Texas, this is a matter of National Security. All of the customs
stations have been notified, and we suspected that someone entering the United
States would provide us with clues regarding this matter.
“I don’t have to tell you that this matter is strictly Top Secret. You,
Miss Ryan, appear to be in the same state as this unfortunate Mrs. Wentworth.
I highly recommend that you co-operate, or you will be detained as a material
witness in this case,” concluded Colonel Cooper.
“I prefer not to comment at this time,” said Stacy. She remembered that
she saw Mrs. Wentworth in the cells where they had spent a thankfully few hours
before Fernando had rescued them. She was probably the elegantly clad young
brunette that was lying on the cell floor hog-tied and sobbing.
“I will not mince words, Miss Ryan,” said the Colonel. “I suspect that you
are familiar with this case, and your photograph in bondage along with these
others submitted to us confirms it, and therefore, I am placing you under
detention as a witness, until you choose to tell us what you know regarding
this matter.”
“Excuse me,” broke in Jim. “I am a licensed private investigator, and am
frequently employed in the transportation of prisoners, and am bonded for that
activity. In deference to my friend, who has spent a traumatic weekend, I
volunteer to hold her in custody for one night without fee, and discuss this
matter with her, and escort her back her tomorrow at 10:30 for questioning, and
I feel that I may be able to convince her that telling you what she knows may
be the best thing for all concerned, including the United States and this Mrs.
Wentworth and her husband.”
The Colonel sounded interested. “Do you have your papers here?”
“Certainly,” replied Jim, and took a card, and a folded sheet of paper out
of his wallet and handed them over to the Colonel. The Colonel, seeing a
possible way to make some progress, nodded.
“Very well, I see you are a resident of Houston, Mr. Fredericks. I would
like however, if you would stay at a designated hotel so we can contact you if
necessary. Specifically, I would like you to stay at the Mariott downtown.”
Jim, knowing this to be typical, was pleased at the prospect. Also, he
was wondering what his bound friend on the plane was involved in, and did not
want her seen in his house, in case there would be someone following them.
“That would be fine,” he replied.
Stacy protested. “Hey, I don’t see why I can’t just call you from where I
am going!”
“You don’t seem to understand,” replied the Colonel. “You are now in
custody, Miss Ryn. You can spend the night in the Mariott under the protection
of Mr. Fredericks, or you can spend it handcuffed in one of our airport cells,
which I can assure you are very small and none too comfortable, until the FBI
arrive tomorrow. I don’t feel that you are dangerous, Miss Ryan, but your
presence must definitely be secured so we can continue our investigation. Take
your pick.”

“Well Colonel, since I appear to be under arrest, I will go with Jim.”
She looked daggers at him. “Well,” she said sarcastically, “are you going to
handcuff me now? And what about some sort of gag?”
“When we leave,” said Jim with a straight face.
“I don’t believe it!” said Stacy. “This is like a nightmare!”
“Please try to understand, Miss Ryan. Your going with Mr. Fredericks is a
concession to your comfort as well as your safety. He is, however, to use any
means possible to assure that you are here tomorrow, and that does include
keeping you in restraints the entire time. It’s simply regulations,” said the
Colonel kindly.
The black woman came in carrying some papers. “Where do I sign for her,
Colonel?” Jim asked. The papers were placed on the desk. Jim signed for his
prisoner.
“You will be paid the usual fee,” said the Colonel to Jim.
“Very well,” said Jim. “Are you ready?” he asked Stacy.
Huffily Stacy stood. Jim pulled the handcuffs out of his pocket, and
approached her. She offered her wrists in front, pouting, and Jim clasped one
wrist and then twisted her arms behind her and clasped her other wrist shut.
Stacy was bright red with humiliation. This is the first time that she had
ever been handcuffed at the auspices of her own government.
“No gag, Stacy,” said Jim, “The gag can be used at my discretion, but the
handcuffs are mandatory. I’ll gag you later, for the night.”
“We will see you two tomorrow, and I hope that you have developed a more
co-operative attitude by then, Miss Ryan,” said the Colonel.
Stacy said nothing as she was lead out into the crowded lobby with her
hands chained behind her back, and Jim with his hand firmly grasping her over
her elbow.

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The phone rang at her desk. She answered it. He whispered to her to meet
him on the corner in five minutes. Don’t wear any underwear or else. She
dashed into the ladies room, rapidly divesting herself of her bra, panties and
stockings. She was grateful that she’d worn that long, silky dress that
buttoned up the front today. Otherwise she never could have undressed so
quickly. Then, she would have been in big trouble. She rushed outside,
praying that she was there before him. The last time she was late, he made her
pay dearly. Seconds after she arrived, she saw his Porsche quickly approaching.

He screeched to a halt at the corner, opening the door for her, ordering
her inside. He looked her over carefully for signs of underwear. Reaching
over he strapped her in, his hands wandering over her loose breasts as he
snapped the seatbelt tight. His hands brushed her tits once more. He noticed
her nipples beginning to make little peaks in her blue silk dress. He handed
her a pair of sunglasses and ordered her to put them on. They covered her eyes
all around and she discovered she couldn’t see anything through them.

She wondered what he had in mind for her this time. She could feel herself
beginning to heat up in anticipation. She loved these fantasies they had
started playing out last year. As she felt the car pull away from the curb,
she heard his low sexy voice tell her to unbutton all but two of the buttons
going up the front of her dress. Slowly she started unbuttoning them, first
the top one, then the next, then the next. Looking over he could see more than
an outline of her luscious breasts. Now, leave the next two buttoned, he told
her. Then she started unbuttoning from the bottom. First, the last one, then
the next. That must be all, she thought, if I’m supposed to leave two buttoned.
The wind from the slightly open car window rustled her dress exposing more of
her.

The Porsche had speeded up, no longer stopping and starting. She figured
they must be on a freeway now. Where could he be taking her?

Suddenly she realized he was talking to her again. She had been lost in
the fantasies. What was he saying? Slide down in the seat, he said, and
spread your legs open. Ah, yes, now I can see those delicious parts of you I
like, he said in a low voice. Sit yourself so all of the lower part of you is
against the leather. I want that wet pussy of yours to make prints on the
seat. She did as she was told, feeling the leather cool and smooth against her
ass. She felt so exposed, naked practically in the car. She was afraid men in
other cars might see her like this. She only did this for him, not anyone
else. Listening to the road noise, she thought they must be traveling quite
fast. She still had no idea where they were.

Play with your tits, show me how you turn yourself on, he demanded. She
took a breast in each of her hands. She had very petite hands which only
covered about a third of each of her full, heavy breasts. She caressed them,
her hands rubbing all over them. He leaned over slightly and took her left
nipple and began to roll it between his fingers. Pulling and pinching it
slightly, it was getting stiff and hard between his fingers. Do the other one,
he told her. She began to play with her nipple, flicking her forefinger back
and forth across it. Now lick it, he ordered. She leaned over and took as
much as she could into her mouth. She licked it all around, her wet tongue
making everything glisten. Show me how you suck it. She held her breast in
both hands so that she could get her mouth around it. She suckled like a baby
on her own boob. Bite it, bite it, he urged her. She nibbled gently. He
could see her tit between her teeth. She was really getting turned on. She
couldn’t believe how wet she was getting. She wondered how hard he was. She
wanted to reach over and measure the bulge in his jeans but she knew she didn’t
dare be aggressive right now.

She could feel the heat building inside of her. She wanted to feel the
slick wetness between her legs. She started to sneak her hand down towards it.
She hoped he couldn’t see her. She didn’t want to get in any trouble. She
couldn’t resist the temptation to touch her pussy, feel the honey oozing out of
her from loving her own breasts. Not only that but the car was starting to
have the smell of sex. All of her senses were aroused. As her finger moved
closer, she kept licking her lips, her tongue circling them unconsciously. Her
breathing quickened as her finger started to enter that hot hole. Her juices
were flowing so much that she hardly had to move her finger for it to slide in
and out. Little moans escaped from deep in her throat. Oh, no, she worried,
he’ll catch me now… The car was slowing down, he was pulling over to the side
of some road. It was dark outside now and she could smell trees, pine,
perhaps. He hadn’t said anything to her in a long time. He had been content
to watch her play with herself in that sly way but now he had other ideas.

She had been so preoccupied pleasuring herself, that she was surprised to
feel the car roll to a stop. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her free hand forcefully
and ordered her to keep playing with herself with the other. He took her
closest breast into his mouth, sucking the nipple hard, his tongue rolling
around it. The sensation was intense, the moans stopping in her throat, she
tried to remain silent. He kissed and licked up and down and around her tit,
making it wet. As his tongue moved up her body to her neck, he stopped
periodically to take her flesh between his lips and teeth, sucking and making
visible love bites. As he heard the sweet sounds of her finger moving in and
out of her hot pussy, he could tell she was very aroused and getting close to
cumming. Reaching down he took hold of the hand she had been working on her
hot hole and began to lick each finger savoring the taste of her. In heat, a
moan escaped from her mouth. She wanted more, now, but he was in no hurry to
give it to her. Instead, putting her arms at her side, he slipped her wrists
into the cuffs at each side of the seat and made them fast so she couldn’t move
them. He returned to loving her breasts, first one, then the other, until she
began to move her head from side to side in ecstasy. Abruptly, he thrust his
long, thick tongue into her mouth, kissing her powerfully and deeply. His hand
rubbed her pussy and a finger began to probe deeper inside. She felt it pushing
something inside her. He continued kissing, her sucking gently on her lips,
licking all around her mouth. She could feel him fingering her now ultra-
sensitive clit, her juices pouring out of her onto the leather seat. He rolled
her clit between his fingers, her body twitching with the little electriclike
shocks which were running throughout her body. She had begun to pant, her
breasts heaving…

Now he had her how he liked her – super hot and horny, wet and wild for
him. He put his now slick finger into her mouth. Lick it clean, he said, taste
yourself. She did as she was told. She was on fire, wanting to be satisfied.
His fingers started buttoning her dress closed. He felt her succulent breasts
through the silky fabric of her dress and rubbed his palms across her nipples
until the outline of them could be seen quite clearly.

He spoke to her for the first time in what seemed like hours. I’m going to
free your hands and remove the glasses so that we can go inside here and have a
drink. You are not to speak unless I tell you to, ok? And, I’ve left a little
present or two in that snatch of yours so that you don’t cool down too much.
If either of those little balls leave your pussy, who knows what might happen
to you next. When we’re inside, you are to look down and not make eye contact
with anyone but me, understand?

Opening the car door, he got out and went around to let her out. Walk in
front of me, he said, I want to watch how you move that ass of yours. He
reached out and ran a hand over her cheeks. She felt herself blush, hoping no
one could see. She could feel those little balls inside her move as she
walked. She felt as though she were in a state of constant stimulation. He
pulled the door to the tavern open and ushered her inside. They sat at a
little table at one side. Spread your legs a little now, he ordered. She did
but had to tighten her pussy muscles as she did so. She was so wet and
slippery, she was afraid that the little balls would slip out of her. You’re
the only woman in here and I want all those men to see what they’re going to
miss out on. Stay here, I’m going to get us something to drink. He walked
away, noticing the hungry looks on the other drinkers faces.

Left alone all she could think about was relieving the tension that had
built up inside her ever since she had gotten in the car. Surreptitiously, she
tried rubbing her thighs together aware every moment of the little balls inside
her. She worked her pussy muscles, tightening them, releasing them carefully,
hoping she could get off before he came back. She was afraid she might push
the little balls out if she worked those muscles too hard. Her skin and nerves
were on edge from the constant stimulation and attention that had been paid her
so far that evening.

At the bar, he ordered their drinks. The bartender leaned close to him,
remarking on what a fine looking lady he was with tonight. I wouldn’t mind
getting to know her better myself, he said as he poured. Now, that’s an idea,
the man said to the bartender. Is there somewhere the three of us could be
alone together? There’s no one in the room with the pool table right now, how
about we meet there when my shift ends in a few minutes? All right, he said,
picking up their drinks to take back to the table.

Approaching the table, he could see the glazed look on her face. Moving
quickly, he sat down before she had succeeded in achieving her goal. If
anything, all she had done was to get herself flushed and even more turned on.
She stirred and realized that there would be no immediate relief in sight. She
sipped her drink, hoping she could regain her composure quickly. Turning to
her, he said, in a few minutes, I want you to get up, walk very seductively
across the room and go into the room where the pool table is and wait for me
there. You understand? She nodded her acknowledgement. She wondered what he
had in mind. This was something new. Now, go!, he said. She took the last
sip of her drink, stood up and started to cross the room. He watched her walk,
her ass swaying sensuously in the silk dress. He glanced at the other men,
some licking their lips as they followed her movements. He knew that they
could see her full breasts press up against the front of her dress as she
walked. Even the dark triangle of her bush was visible as she walked. She
reached the doorway of the game room and entered it. Her breath came unevenly
since the little balls moved inside her increasing the friction and excitement
with every step she took.

Swiftly, he got up, walking firmly towards the doorway. Once inside the
room, he gently closed the door as he dimmed the lights to almost darkness.
Taking her in his arms, he kissed her fully on the mouth, his tongue pushing
through her lips. Grabbing her ass, he pulled her to him, rubbing his hard cock
up against her. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a silk scarf
which he used to blindfold her. Running his hands all over her hot body, he
unbuttoned once again the top buttons of her dress, pulling the material to
each side so that her beautiful breasts were exposed to the air. His big hands
fondled her breasts as his long tongue began to lick her starting at her navel
and working its way up her body. Taking one of her already hard nipples in his
mouth, he sucked at it, flicking his tongue across the tip. He did the same to
the other one. She could hardly contain her moans. Leaning against the pool
table, he turned her around, lifted the back of her dress and freed his bulging
cock from his jeans so that it was hard against her ass. All this time, she
kept remembering that she didn’t dare let go of the little balls inside her.
She was so turned on and yet she couldn’t let herself go. She didn’t want to
get in trouble that way by losing them.

Her pussy juices were practically running down her legs, she was so hot.
She was so engrossed in keeping her pussy muscles clenched tight enough that
she didn’t hear the door open and close as the bartender joined them. He
padded silently up to her and started licking and nibbling her breasts.
Startled, she realized that someone else had joined them. Her lover’s hands
roamed her asscheeks, lightly pinching them. He moved her hands to the
bartenders crotch, rubbing them around as the bulge in the pants got larger.
Getting the idea, she unzipped the bartender’s pants, taking his big dick in
her hands. Behind her she felt her lover rub his cock all around in her pussy
juices. The bartender pushed her head down to his dick. She took the tip of
it between her lips and ran her tongue around the head until it was all wet.
The bartender’s hands ran through her hair, firmly and insistently moving her
head, forcing her to take more of him into her mouth. Her mouth worked his
cock, her tongue teasing against the head, running up and down the ridge. Her
hand gripped the base of his cock, moving it in rhythm as she sucked.

Behind her the engorged head of her lover’s cock rubbed up and down her
crack. His hands spread her cheeks open as he pushed the head into her
butthole. She groaned as he entered the dark tunnel. He rested briefly,
waiting for her ass muscles to relax around him and accept his hardness.
Feeling the resistance leave, he began a slow in and out movement. Several
times, he pulled himself almost all the way out and then thrust fully into her
ass. Her body was trembling with excitement. A finger started stroking her
clit, bringing her ever closer to cumming, then stopped. The bartender groaned
loudly with pleasure. She knew exactly how to use her mouth and tongue to
pleasure him. Suddenly, he pushed her head down futher, forcing her to take all
of him in her throat. She could feel that hard cock in her ass start to shoot
hot cum deep inside her. Hearing groans in front of her and behind her, the
bartender started spurting inside her mouth. She was surrounded by noises of
relief and pleasure…and she was even more teased and turned on, the little
balls practically floating in her pussy juices. If she didn’t get to cum soon
she didn’t know how much more of this she could take…but, then, she didn’t
have any other choice tonight but to go along with him, did she…