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Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled
part 5
As we slowly made our way, all eyes in the store were on m, who turned to me and said "Master, I know I displeased you greatly earlier and your slave would like to ask permission to show all the other perverts in here your handiwork. i need to prove to you my willingness to be the best slave i can be." Smiling brightly, I announced to everyone in the store that the welt inspections would be conducted at the front counter. By the time we walked up to the front counter, each and every man in the store, including the three who personally witnessed the assault on m's ass, were anxiously waiting for the inspections to begin.
There was a half door at the side of the front counter to prevent anyone from easily walking behind it. This half door was about waist high and would make an ideal place for m to lean over, thereby providing a good view of her ass. I led her over to the half door, threw her coat over the top of it, bent her at the waist, placing her arms and elbows on the coat, arched her back slightly and wrapped the leash around the inside door handle. Then, I took one of the double-sided snap hooks off her wrist cuff, placed it in my pant's pocket and used the other to cuff her hands behind her back. There she was, bent over, butt plug visible, tied to the door by her collar with the nipple chain swinging freely underneath her. she was a sight to behold.
I gently stroked her ass with my right hand. My palm print on her left ass cheek was glowing hot pink and very warm to the touch. The palm print from the crop on her right ass cheek was dark red, and there appeared to be the beginning of a bruise outlining the perimeter of the mark, which felt firey hot. "Gentleman, please take a good look at the markings on my slave and if you desire, you may feel the heat being generated by each one" I said to the gathered crowd. I stepped away, allowing the first man in line his turn. Whether it was nerves or just a case of their heads collectively spinning due to the circumstances most had probably never experienced, each man did basically the same thing. They bent over slightly to take a good close look, gently tracing the outline of each palm print, then placed one of their hands over each one to feel the how hot they were. The last man in line was the older gentleman who had earlier been witness to the marks' creation.
He walked over to me with an outstreched hand, "After that wonderful performance, I felt compelled to introduce myself - Robert Anderson" he said as we shook hands. "And you are?" he asked. "Jonathan James, and you've already met my wife, lover and slave, m" I responded, still vigorously shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet such a fine couple, especially one that knows and appreciates the intricacies of a D/s relationship."
"It's ironic you said that because, it was only a few minutes ago that our relationship took a quick right turn and we are where we are now" I commented. As m continued to present herself, I gave Robert a brief history of our relationship, summerized the events that took place earlier, then went on to explain the new and exciting change in our relationship. "Did you say Barb was the one at Lover's Lane?" he asked. "Did you get her last name?"
"No, the introductions weren't that formal and I really didn't think or felt a need to know. Why do you ask?" I questioned. "Well, years ago, when I first realized my Dominant sexual tendencies, I met a woman, well a girl at the time, named Barbara Woodingham, who, as we found out, had the same interests and tastes in her sexuality that I did. Typically, it doesn't work to have a two Dominants in a relationship, however, we found a way to make it mutually fulfilling. You see, she was bi and was not threatened by bringing a play toy into the mix. I am straight as they come and the thought of making wild, passionate love to Barb while playing with a slut was very appealing to me" Robert explained. Over the next few minutes, he gave us the Reader's Digest version of his and Barb's, torrid, almost ten year long relationship, which ended when Barb accepted a job opportunity abroad some fifteen years ago. "I wonder if that's her?" he asked, I presume he already knew the answer. "Where did you say Lover's Lane was?" I gave him the cross streets and he just smiled.
Robert turned to m and without the question being asked, I nodded my approval. He approached her slowly, like a jungle cat stalking his prey, however, I knew his intentions were honorable. Stepping around to her right side, he reached under and cupped her right breast in his right hand, letting the nipple clip and change dangle between his fingers. "My God!" he exclaimed, "not only are they real, they are as soft as a baby's behind." m had been wearing the nipple chain for about an hour now and through past experiences, knew that when her nipples were released from the clips and the blood began to once again flow, there would be pain. Robert spun a half turn to his left and squatted down to one knee, all without releasing m's breast. He looked into her eyes as he moved his right hand to her left breast and brought up his left had to her right breast, never breaking the eye contact. "Close your eyes little one" he said to her, which m immediately obeyed.
Knowing what was about to happen, I held the remote firmly in my right hand, thumb on the intensity control. Robert released m's tits, held his right hand just above the dangling chain and looked over to me. Seeing I already had the remote in my hand, he silently mouthed "On three" and proceeded to mouth count "One, two." Then on three, Robert yanked the nipple chain so that both clips snapped of m's nipples simultaneously, while I, using the remote, blasted the vibrator to the highest setting. m screamed out, her eyes burst open, however, she did not move from her stance leaning over the half door. Within a second, the pain apparently began to subside and the pleasure derived from the vibrator began emerge. "What a wonderful display of her commitment to you. she didn't try to rub her nipples on the door or stand up, she knew what she was experiencing gave you pleasure and she accepted it. What a marvelous slave she is, you are a very lucky man" Robert told me, looking a bit jealous.
The vibrator continued buzzing deep within m's cunt. With her position leaning over the door and her legs slightly spread for balance, I could plainly see the wire antenna fluttering about between her lips. Tiny droplets of cunt juice were visible running down the wire, collecting at the bottom and then dripping onto the floor. m wasn't having an orgasm, but she certainly was enjoying herself.
Robert walked around back of m, squatted down on one knee and took a good look at the wire. "Will you look at that, she's so wet, she's actually dripping" he said, with a wry smile on his face. He stood up and placed his right hand under her cunt, which was just in time to catch a droplet that had just fallen off the wire antenna. Robert raised his hand up to the source of the drops and proceeded to rub his hand around, causing it to become very wet. Taking his wet hand, he reached up to the palm print on m's right ass cheek and delicately rubbed the wetness from his hand onto the mark, then Robert did the same to the left ass cheek. "I don't know if it will actually be soothing, but it does look good, wouldn't you say?" he asked the clerk, who although was still behind the counter, saw everything. "How wet is she?" the clerk asked. "Does she have enough to do her whole body?"
That thought apparently hadn't crossed Robert's mind and he seemed very intrigued by it. Glancing up over his shoulder to me, I gave him the game show hostess wave with my right hand, the kind that starts at the chest, palm up, and waves in a semi-circular motion at the prize that was being presented. In this case, the prize presented was my little slut, m.
It took Robert ten wipes to completely cover m's arms, tits, belly, legs and back. Although her hands were still cuffed behind her back, this was not an obstacle. The clerk and I were mesmerized at the attention to detail Robert displayed in his "painting" of m. It appeared there wasn't one patch of skin, other than her face and neck that didn't have a coat of pussy paint. With the vibrator was still buzzing away inside of her, m just kept producing more, wonderful cunt juice. After finishing her back, his hand was again at her pussy. "As I told you, she's already a face bath earlier today, however, it wasn't as thorough a job as you're doing. Make sure you get her neck too" I reminded him. It only took one wipe to cover m's neck and Robert was finally ready to finish the job. This time though, he not only got his right hand wet, he wet his left one too. Standing up, he walked around to the side of her. He untied the leash from the door knob with two fingers. "Stand up you fragrant cunt" he ordered her. m stood tall, presenting her face to Robert, who massaged, from hairline to jawline and ear to ear until both hands were completely void of any telltale evidence. How did Robert know that I loved the smell of fresh cunt juice all over her face, well in this case, all over her body?
Robert wasn't done with m yet. He picked up the nipple chain, holding it right in front of her. He grabbed her hair, pulling straight down and unclipped one of the double-sided snap hooks cuffing her wrists together. "Grab your ankles and spread your legs wide" he commanded. m obeyed immediately. Walking behind her, all the while admiring his work, Robert got down on his knees, directly behind her and brought up the nipple chain. Holding it level with m's cunt, with both clips in his right hand, the chain hung down about three inches below the tops of her thigh highs. "I hope the chain is visible after I've put your coat on" he said as he attached one clip to each cunt lip. "It's a good thing the tips of the clamps are covered in rubber, or you might run the risk of one or both slipping off since your cunt is still so wet" Robert said laughing to himself, giving the chain a slight tug to ensure it stayed in place.
He stood up, took m's right arm pulling upward and she followed his lead. Robert picked up her coat off the half door, held it up behind her, and like the good gentleman he was, helped her put it on and buttoned just the one button. He then clipped her wrist cuffs together behind her back with the double-sided snap hook that was still attached to the one wrist cuff. Meanwhile, the clerk was ringing up the purchase of the crop. After I paid, Robert handed me m's leash and said "You go your way and have a wonderful rest of the day, because I sense it is still only beginning for you two. I am heading to Lover's Lane, hopefully to surprise and reacquaint myself with someone I know very well."
With that, Robert walked in front of us, held the door open and we all walked outside. "Master, please stop for a moment" m said. she turned to Robert, leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for using me to provide so much pleasure to my Master" she said. "When you see Barb, kindly thank her too and I hope she's the person you think she is. Master, could we take Robert's phone number and call him some time to play? It would be my pleasure to serve both of you at home. Better yet, even if Barb isn't Robert's old friend, it would be exciting to serve two Masters and one Mistress simultaneously!" m blurted out.
Robert reached into his rear pant's pocket, took out his wallet, found a business card and handed it to me. It read "Robert Anderson, President and CEO of Best Comp Buys USA", the national sales leader in computer, entertainment equipment and personal home theater accessories. "I trust then an invitation would be accepted on your part?" I asked. "You set the time and date, I will hopefully bring a friend and will certainly have a good bottle of wine to share with such fine people" he said, shaking my hand. He returned m's kiss on her cheek, gave her a nice pat on the ass, turned and began to walk away as m and I both watched. After a few steps, he looked back and a huge smile lit up his face. "I hope others see what I just saw!" he chuckled. I bent slightly over and without much effort, saw the nipple chain dangling below the bottom hem of m's coat.
end of part 5
Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled
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