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Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled
part 4
The thought of questioning her revelation occurred to me for an instant, however, it was clear m had given this a great deal of thought and I was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The rest of the day's itinerary, which was firmly planted in my head, suddenly blew up and my mind was rearranging it by the second. I made a quick right turn and began heading south, to a spot that was not previously planned. As we drove, m never opened her eyes. she was relaxing nicely as she probably knew, she would need every ounce of energy for the rest of the day and night.
It took about fifteen minutes to get there. This part of town was only for the adventurous, however, it was far from unsafe. There were many people about, as the shop was located on the southeast corner of a busy intersection. Having been here a number of times, I drove around back to the alley and parked. I stepped out of the driver's door and walked around to where my precious cargo was seated. There was the typical litter for the area strewn around - broken beer bottles, a soiled baby's diaper, several used condoms and a black lace bra. m's eyes finally opened as I pushed the latch of the door. I pulled the leash gently to help in leveraging her out of passenger seat. she placed her come fuck me pumps on the pavement, waited for me to pull harder on the leash and assist her the rest of the way out of the car. m looked up and saw the neon sign, which was still glowed brightly, even in the strong sunlight. In large, bold, script lettering, LIFESTYLES, NEWS and ENTERTAINMENT was spelled out in blood red neon, with a noticeably smaller font below letting everyone know that LIFESTYLES, NEWS and ENTERTAINMENT stocked magazines, DVDs, erotic lingerie, leather goods and other adult toys.
I opened the back door and didn't need to tug the leash as m was already proceeding to enter. she walked slowly in front of me, her head moving quickly back and forth trying to digest the environment. There were about a dozen men either looking at magazines, checking out the video covers or talking with one and other or the clerk behind the counter. All movements and conversations ceased when they saw m. It probably wasn't apparent to everyone yet that her hands were cuffed behind her and the collar she was wearing had a leash attached to it, however, that didn't prevent everyone from staring. "Take a picture boys, it'll last longer and you can use it over and over" m said loudly, to no one in particular. she was generally reserved, maybe even shy when we played in public as she wasn't a natural born exhibitionist. However, today, it appeared she enjoyed being the focus of everyones' attention. "Master, I told you all the perverts in here would love to see what an honest to goodness slave looked like, didn't I?" she asked turning toward me and giving me a wink that I could only interpret as she knew what she was doing and it would be best if I just followed her lead.
"My dear, since you spoke out of turn, you know what's going to happen, don't you?" I fired back in a loud, stern voice. "I'm sorry Master, it's just that it makes me so hot and wet knowing that all these guys probably have hardons right now!" she continued. I pulled the leash hard, jerking her head and neck toward me. Grabbing the D-ring of her collar, I pulled her in close to me so we were nose to nose. "Did I give you permission to speak slut?" I chided. "No Master." was her short reply.
I pulled the collar closer to my shoulder so my lips were next to m's right ear and whispered "Remember, it was your choice about not having safe word." I let the collar go, still holding the leash tightly as I observed m's face flush at first, then go completely white. she was now in a place she'd never been before knowing she had no safety net. Although I had never experienced it first hand, I had read a great deal about the endorphins released when a person is in the state of fear and how closely this parallels sexual arousal. I unbuttoned her coat, reaching in to see how wet she was and found that I didn't have to touch m's cunt as her juices were running down her thighs, causing the tops of her thigh highs to be wet. I just smiled.
I began walking with her in tow, the coat now opened, displaying her nipple chain, but no nipples and her cunt was fully visible. I paid particular attention to the looks and stares from the customers in the store, which strengthened the hardon I was sporting in my pants. Stopping at the counter, I asked the clerk, who appeared to be in his early forties and has probably seen just about everything possible in this store, where the crops, whips and bondage equipment were. He politely pointed to the right wall, about half way down the first aisle. "The store policy is that if you use it in here, you must buy it" he said as we began to walk toward the display. Quite obviously, he'd been there, done that and knew what I had in mind.
m walked a slight step behind me so the leash was plainly visible from my right hand to her collar. Knowing she displeased me only moments earlier, she kept her head down and didn't make eye contact with anyone. I stopped abruptly, see exactly what I was looking for. There on the wall hung a black leather crop, about two feet in length, with a nicely wrapped handle and the end was in the shape of a hand; just what the doctor ordered! I picked it up, admiring the workmanship. It was flexible, but on the stiff side. The hand was about two inches high and an inch and a half wide, which would leave a wonderful mark, whether on m's ass, thighs, belly or tits.
m didn't notice when I placed my left hand in my pant's pocket. However her head came up quickly as her back arched when she felt the first sensations of the egg's vibrations. she looked at me, again, with those same eyes and same pout as she did while we were in Lover's Lane. "I wonder what would look better, my hand print on your ass or the mark this crop will leave?" I rhetorically asked her. "Would anyone like to offer their opinion?" I said loudly, so everyone in the store would hear.
Apparently, it didn't take much coaxing for three of the men to wander over to us, two of whom were twenty-somethings and the other, a very dignified gentleman in his fifties. I reached into my right hand pant's pocket and found the other double-sided snap hook. Pulling the leash, I grabbed m's cuffed hands, uncuffed them, leaving the double-sided snap hook on the left wrist cuff and placed the other double-sided snap hook on the right wrist cuff. With her arms now at her side, I began to slip off m's coat and removed it in one, quick motion. I wasn't sure, but there seemed to be the noticeable sound of material being stretched its limit as the audience began raping m with their eyes. There was a rack to my left with some bondage clothing hung on it where I placed m's coat. "Bend over slut so I can attach your wrist cuffs to your ankle cuffs" I ordered. she stays in great shape, not that she works out often, but m does perform some ritualistic stretching every morning as she likes to stay very limber for me. Without bending at the knee, the palms of her hands were virtually touching the tops of her come fuck me pumps and I snapped each free side of the double-sided snap hooks to the D-ring on the appropriate ankle cuff.
"Look, she's got a plug in her ass" I overheard one of the twenty-somethings say to the older gentleman. "Mmm, hmm" he replied. In a circular motion, I rubbed each of m's ass cheeks with my right hand a couple of times when I heard the other twenty-something ask "Is that a wire coming out of her pussy?"
I looked up and explained we had just purchased the remote control, wireless vibrator and that I had just turned it on. I pulled out the remote, changed the vibration type to a new setting and increased the intensity, producing a loud moan from m. "I don't want you making any noises" I said, pulling the butt plug out of her ass with a distinctive pop. Since we don't play anally much, her sphincter immediately puckered shut and her beautiful rosebud appeared. I walked around in front of m, who already had her head up as high as she could with her mouth wide open. "Make sure you don't drop it as we don't want to get it dirty, do we?" I asked, shoving the butt plug into her mouth until her lips grasped it firmly. Although m's answer was muffled, she shook her head from side to side in agreement.
"Gentleman, doesn't she have a wonderfully shaped ass?" I asked. In unison, they all vigorously nodded. I stroked her ass with the crop, moving in circles, then up and down her thighs, giving m goose bumps. Without warning, I pulled back the crop and landed a hard blow directly in the center of her right ass cheek. m was startled, bucked up a bit, almost lost her balance and remained as composed as she could. Almost immediately, the handprint from the crop became visible, the outline a much darker red then the interior. The crowd of three winced and the rest of the store's customers looked up to see what had just happened.
"she's a fine one" the distinguished gentleman said. "her skin is a bit paler than most and I know how well pale skin shows off marks" he continued. "I'll bet a few, well placed strokes from a cat-o-nine tails would leave many, wonderful lash marks all over her body." No answer was needed or given, I just smiled.
I pulled my right hand back just above my shoulder, taking aim at m's left ass cheek. It whistled forward, finding the target, causing both her ass checks to bounce and the nipple chain to flail wildly. Due to the force of the blow, m took a couple of small, shuffling steps forward so she wouldn't lose her balance and fall. My handprint appeared even faster than the one left by the crop only moments earlier. The buzzing of the vibrator could be plainly heard and its affects, combined with the two handprints on her ass were bringing m to the verge of an orgasm.
The twenty-somethings' mouths were wide open and their eyes were bulging as it appeared neither had ever been witness to such a display or had participated in this type of sexual encounter before. The older gentleman, obviously with some experience under his belt asked "What will it take to put her over the top?"
I pulled the butt plug from m's mouth, which, of course was wet from base to tip and handed it to him. "I bet you can make her cum" I said. "Wouldn't my little whore like to put on a show for these men?" I asked m. "YES MASTER, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET HIM MAKE ME CUM!" she yelled. With that, the older gentleman walked along side of m, holding the butt plug in his right hand, placing the tip at the opening of her rosebud and before he could push forward, m slammed back, impaling herself with the full length. "OH MY GOD" she screamed as her orgasm began. I changed the vibration setting on the remote again, pushing it to the max. m struggled to keep her balance. Sensing a potential disaster if she fell, I let go of her leash, dropped the crop and grabbed her hair with both hands pulling her head up, thus steadying her. she was in the middle of a powerful orgasm as her body continued to quake and sweat was beginning to glisten all over. I held her there for at least a full minute before I released her hair with one hand, switching off the remote. I continued to keep a firm grasp of her hair with my left hand while I reached down, unclipping both cuffs with my right hand leaving the double-sided snap hooks attached to each wrist cuff.
I firmly grasped her hair again with both hands as m slowly stood up, with significant help from me. her hair was tussled, she was panting rapidly, her knees were weak and she was sweating profusely. In other words, she looked like a slut who had just been fucked, and fucked hard. The three men began applauding, obviously appreciating the performance. I picked up her coat off the rack, snatched the dangling leash in one hand, the crop in the other and with m still basically nude, we proceeded to the front counter to pay for the crop.
end of part 4
Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled
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