The Locket: A Little Shop Story
Part One
Crowell Stapinsky walked into the Little Shop and sighed, looking at all the great stuff. Whips, canes, scourges and Scottish tawses adorned the walls.
Facing him, there were glass cases filled with nipple clamps, chastity devices and to Crow's left, an entire wardrobe of enticing bustiers and leather corsets! Jesus, Ambrosia would look so hot in some of those outfits...
I'm a freak, Crow thought. Any other guy would be happy to have a sexy redhead like Ambrosia, who was great in bed, and loving as all get out, just to be a girlfriend...but I'm a freak!
"I don't want to spank you, Crowell!" Brosi had said just that morning. "What's in your head, dude? I don't want to hurt you...your magazines are sick!"
"Crow, throw this sick book out, and just let me love you, honey!" Ambrosia had tossed his copy of "Punishment Quarterly" in the trash.
And then she hugged him and kissed him, pushing her full breasts against his shoulder...why wasn't he happy with a loving girlfriend?
Why did he have these fantasies of Ambrosia whipping his ass, teasing his cock, and forcing him to kiss her toes? And why couldn't she see the benefits to having a boyfriend who would clean her house and orally satisfy her with no reward?
But Ambrosia was just a normal girl, who wanted a nice normal boyfriend. And if Crow kept pushing her to do this perverted shit, she'd leave him.
He'd have to get over it sometime. But right now, Crow was going to buy his LAST copy of "Punishment Quarterly" and maybe look over these interesting displays...
Behind him, the door opened and a couple came in. It was a weird couple. though. The porky, balding guy had thick mended horn rim glasses and zits, and he had a girl with him who was incredible.
Full breasted with long legs and a platinum blonde mane, she didn't look as if she could exist in the same dimension as her geeky escort. They approached the counter.
Soapy, the burnout manager who Crow sometimes played cards with, leaned on the counter as Fatty Four-eyes approached.
Crow watched, dumfounded as the nerd reached out and pinched the girl's left nipple, hard, and she winced, but didn't let go of him, until he snapped his fingers and she dropped to her knees, still holding onto his left leg possessively.
"Please allow me to stay in your presence, Master Orvard." she said.
"Master Orvard" beamed, and grinned a row of stained teeth at Soapy.
"Hey th-th-there, Thoapy, thith ith Thelethte!" Jesus, thought Crow, he's stammering and spitting all over the place, and he lisps like a sixth grade girl. And the hottie is still draped all over his leg!
"Hey, Celeste, Orvard's told me all about you." Soapy said politely. "He's tutoring you over at Northeastern, right?"
"Master Orvard isn't just my tutor anymore" the girl said demurely. "He's done me the honor of accepting my proposal of marriage. Daddy is going to let Master Orvard manage one of his hedge funds."
As Celeste clung to Orvard, he looked a bit irritated. "Thoapy, c-can I borrow this?" The ugly little man picked up a long thin wooden pointer. "Didn't I tuh-tell you to thtop clinging to me?"
Orvard lifted the pointer, and as Celeste backed up on her knees, he slashed her across the shoulders. Celeste was wearing a little tube top, and the mark was a severe one. She cowered, and Orvard lifted the pointer again.
"P-P-Pull your t-top down. I'm guh-giving you a nipple punishment!" Orvard shouted.
"Please, Master Orvard, don't--" But Celeste's pleas were ignored and, tears rolling down her cheeks, she pulled down her top, exposing tanned, beautiful breasts with large pale lovely areolas and hard nipples.
Crowell realized the nipples were getting harder in anticipation of the punishment!
"Huh-H-Handth behind y-y-your back, b-b-bitch!" Orvard shouted, and the girl obeyed.
Three brutal slashes, right across the nipples, and the girl burst into tears.
As the pointer came down for a fourth smack, Celeste covered her breasts protectively, cowering on her knees.
"Handth b-b-behind your back, now!" Orvard demanded, and Celeste bit her lip, tears streaming down her gorgeous cheeks. She put her hands behind her back, shivering.
"Jutht hold one writht w-w-with the other, like a good girl, and withthtand the pain!" Orvard said helpfully.
"Now arch your back and push out thothe titth!"
Celeste pushed out her breasts almost proudly, though in the harsh flourescent lights of the Little Shop, Crow could see pink and red welts crossing them dramatically.
SLASH! THWACK! SMACK! SNAP! Orvard landed the pointer again and again as Celeste screamed...
But...
As soon as Orvard put the pointer back, she grabbed his leg possessively again.
Orvard shrugged his shoulders, pleased. What could he do with this devoted wench?
The girl looked up at Orvard. "Master, could I have permission to go look at the new horsewhips? I think you'd enjoy using one of them instead of your belt on me, Sire."
Orvard laughed. "That'th fine, Thelethte, but give me your Vitha Card, I have thome buthineth with Thoapy here."
The girl handed him a platinum Visa and actually crawled away from Orvard towards the whip display. Crow wondered if he were hallucinating.
"It w-wath amazing, r-really." Orvard said to Soapy, as he handed the manager a small, heart shaped necklace.
"Jutht luh-like yuh-you thaid...I athked h-h-her to t-t-try the l-l-locket on, and she went from being a rich bitch to begging me to let her thuck me off!"
"Yeah..and it works in reverse, too." Soapy said. Was he looking at Crow?
"And you promithe that the effect won't go away?" Orvard asked eagerly.
Soapy laughed. "Not as long as it's been rented out, but you better pay me anyway, bub."
Orvard handed Soapy the card, and Soapy muttered "One thousand dollars, and ran the card through, handing it back.
Crow gasped. A thousand dollars? That locket isn't worth that much, he thought. Crow's dad was a gemologist, and Crowell knew his necklaces from a mile off.
And Soapy was putting the locket back in the case. My God, it's a rental...a thousand dollars to rent a cheap locket?
While the men were still at the counter, Celeste was going through the single tail tawses at the Whip display. She had pulled her tube top back up after rubbing her breasts ruefully.
But still, as she fingered the various implements, her panties were soaking from the excitement of Orvard's beating. What a wonderful guy he was! She couldn't believe that he had entered her life like this.
A week ago, Celeste Bissonnette wouldn't have dreamed of even having coffee with "Scurvy Orvie" as her cruddy little tutor was called by most students at Northeastern University.
Orvard's brilliance at tutoring students in the troublesome topics of dynamics; temperature, heat transfer, thermodynamics; and all the other bullshit of the course called PHYSICS 318 - Optics Laboratory...
Celeste had had little choice in hiring the unbathed little creep...lisping, stuttering, just ridiculous company for the former "Miss New Hampshire Teen USA."
And then somehow he'd gotten her to try on the locket...it wasn't a particularly valuable piece of jewelry. Celeste's father had given her tons of money and gems and diamonds, as had her rich boyfriends...
"J-jutht try it on, p-pleathe. I want t-t-to thee how it'll look on my mother for her birthday, okay?"
"Oh c'mon, Orvie...I don't want to put that greasy thing on my neck, what the fuck's wrong with you?"
But she'd humored him, just to get him to stop slobbering on her...
And then they'd gone on to do the work, and of course she'd flubbed a couple of the problems for the coming exam.
Suddenly, she'd turned to Orvard and told him that she had disobeyed his recommendation to study the previous night...
"You know, I need more strictness, Orvard," Celeste had heard herself saying.
"When my Daddy used to listen to my times tables, I kept messing up seven times eight, in fact all the seven tables, until he'd finally gotten exasperated and pulled my panties down and whipped me with his hairbrush...and it really helped me remember."
Celeste couldn't believe she was saying such a thing, but suddenly the remembered punishment from her ninth year made her thighs quiver, and she looked at Orvard, who, all of a sudden, didn't seem to be stuttering or lisping at all.
Intellectually, she knew he still was, as the saliva was shooting out from his stained braces, but all she heard was his commanding voice.
"Perhaps that's what you need, Celeste...Do you know where your father kept his hairbrush?"
Celeste heard protesting voices in the back of her head NO NO NO no no...but she found herself playing with her blonde hair flirtatiously, and spinning and walking off, twitching her miniskirted butt flirtatiously on the high heels.
The hairbrush was nowhere to be found, but a nice metal pancake spatula seemed to do the job...
Celeste had turned up her miniskirt and pulled her lace-trim panties down to her knees and bent carefully over Orvard's lap.
The stinging cracks of the spatula had done wonders to her ability to remember formulas...
She'd felt it grow hot in her father's library, and had pulled off her snug V-necked angora sweater, and Orvard had taken to shooting rubber bands at her heaving chest in the demibra when Celeste could not identify the ideal working conditions for a binary vapor cycle.
When Celeste just giggled helplessly after being posed the question, "What is meant by the overall efficiency of a turbine?"...
Orvard punished her by sticking one of Mummy's lighted long dinner candles up her ass!
And she'd expressed her thanks by taking Orvard to bed after the tutoring session was over!
She'd licked every inch of his obese, formerly repulsive little body, and given him a terrific oral worship...and then amazingly, had rimmed his rectum!
"I-I'll sleep on the floor, Master," she'd said to Orvard when it was over.
"Like, have you lost your friggin' mind, Cel?" Sierra and Darien had asked in horror, when they'd seen the two of them together.
Her friends couldn't believe Celeste's new obsession! And it had been worse when Orvard had paddled Celeste's bare buttocks in the Student Union.
"Please not here, Sir." She'd begged, but his adamant look behind the cracked glasses had compelled her to unhook her denim skirt, rip down her thong, and take it from his belt in front of 40 astonished students.
She'd howled as the belt had landed again and again, but when a couple guys came to her rescue, Celeste had nearly clawed their eyes out.
How dare they touch her Master?
Her boyfriend, Troy, a Rugby halfback had been heartbroken to learn that she was taking up with a 4'6" Physics nerd, but her dad had been amazed at Celeste's academic progress, and when the young couple had announced their nuptials, he'd given his blessing.
Then of course, something interesting had happened.
Sierra was protesting wildly one night. "No, I don't want to be your Maid of Honor if you marry this, like, living abortion. How did you get under his, like, spell?"
Orvard had come into the room, ignoring them, as he was about to turn on a rerun of "Deep Space Nine".
Sierra's lip curled. Celeste was quite upset with Sierra, but they'd been best friends forever, and had been co-debutantes last year...
"Well, Orvard gave me this locket." Celeste fingered the plain little necklace.
"I didn't give it to you, it's a rental." Orvard said as he gazed at the screen.
Sierra rolled her eyes, snorting. "It's a cheap piece of shit. I'm surprised it hasn't turned your neck green."
"Well I love wearing it!" Celeste said rebelliously. "It makes me feel sensational."
"Let me see it." Sierra said as she reached around and unsnapped the necklace from Celeste's bosom and put it around her own. Sierra patted her short, curly dark bob and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Eeeh...it's not that cute." Sierra, never a stranger to the mirror, plumped her full lips and put a little Vibrant Lipshine on, as the locket bounced on her full cleavage.
Then she'd turned to Orvard who was still mesmerized by something involving the Gamma Quadrant on his show.
Celeste noticed that Sierra was looking straight at Orvard, for the first time. Then Sierra walked slowly over to Orvard, her breasts jiggling the locket in their striped halter.
"Hey, Orvard, I don't mean to offend you, though. I know it was a nice thing to give Celeste, this necklace thing."
Orvard looked up boredly. "I didn't give it to her, it's a rental from the Little Shop. Why are you wearing it now?"
Suddenly Sierra blushed, looking at her toes. "I-I didn't mean to do anything wrong, sir. I-I just borrowed it to try it on."
Orvard suddenly grinned. "I should slap your face for messing with my property, wench."
Sierra dropped to her knees in front of the recliner where Orvard was sprawling. "Whatever you think is best, Master Orvard."
SMACK! The slap Orvard had given Sierra was ringing, and made her jaw bounce...but she was panting!
"Now give Celeste back her necklace, and then I want a full body massage from you, young lady!"
The evening had progressed astonishingly. At one point, Celeste fell asleep, and when she awoke, she spied...
Sierra, kneeling on her hands while Orvard lifted her breasts and burned the undersides with a hot poker...and Sierra could take a lot, though she screamed holy hell when he did the same to her underarms!
Celeste decided to resume her nap after Orvard squirted Cool Whip in the toilet bowl and Sierra began licking it out...that was really too much.
That locket was a dangerous thing!
Later, tears streaming down her face, Sierra apologized for her judgmentalness...
Could it have gotten stranger? Apparently, yes. The next day, as Sierra and Celeste were each licking the toes of Orvard's grimy feet, there was a pounding on his apartment door.
"It's open" Orvard said casually, and Troy, Celeste's ex-boyfriend burst in. "You little asshole, I want to know what you're doing dating my--"
Troy stopped in wonder as he noticed his former girlfriend and her best friend, both buck naked, each with a foot in her mouth. Troy just staggered.
Celeste couldn't blame him...Troy had been dating her for eighteen months, and all he'd gotten to see were her breasts in a bra, and this after countless expensive dinners, gifts, and the like!
And here she was with her hot friend, naked slobbering on this pitiful asshole's toes!
Troy stalked over to Orvard, who was sitting with his fat, greasy stomach out, naked also...quite unattractively.
"Don't you touch him, Troy!" Celeste said protectively, as she stood up. "Orvard's mine, and you are out of my life!"
Sierra took her mouth off Orvard's foot and shouted "He's mine, too. My master...he likes me best!"
Celeste forgot Troy for a moment, in her rage at this affront to possession of Orvard. "Give me back that locket, you bitch! It's mine! He gave it to me!"
Sierra reluctantly took it off, and was handing it to Celeste, when Troy grabbed it.
"This piece of junk? This is what he gave you? I gave you a tennis bracelet last year worth five grand!"
Troy wrapped the locket around his wrist. "I can't believe you fell for this BULLSHIT!"
At this point, Orvard looked at the necklace wrapped around Troy's wrist, and said "Actually it's a rental, give it back please."
Troy looked at the locket, and then looked at Orvard. Celeste was really afraid Troy would break poor Orvard in half--Troy was a bit of a bully at times.
At this point, her cell rang, and Orvard motioned for her to take it in the other room. She looked at Sierra. "Don't let Troy mess with him, Sierra. Please excuse me, Master Orvard."
Celeste had a five minute conversation with her shocked sister (The new engagement was freaking the whole family out) and when she came back...Troy was naked, his butt was welted, and he was sucking Orvard's dick greedily.
Now Sierra and Troy were occupying a large cage in Orvard's apartment, left over from when a neighbor had been crate-training her German Shepherd. It was cramped, but they were happy. Celeste thought she should be jealous, but for some reason...
She just knew in her heart that she didn't own Orvard, he owned HER, and she had to put up with his varied interests.
It just astonished her, how empty her life had been before...shopping, cocaine, sorority bullshit, running 10K's...
Now she was in a wonderful, simple life of service to Master Orvard, and there just was nothing more that she could see being concerned with...it was a simple life, follow the rules, and SERVE.
Celeste's fingers found a beautiful cat o' nine tails made of kangaroo skin. She shivered as she imagined the reaction it would leave on her tender skin, and how thrilling it would be to place it in Master Orvard's hands....
She had no idea how wearing the locket had changed her life, but did it matter?
