Going Shopping: A Little Shop Short Story

Michelle went into the Little Shop, as her Dominas Anonymous sponsor Jobeth Eldrington-Knaggs had phoned that their new shipment of interesting stuff was in...what would they have this week?

Michelle certainly wasn't as Jobeth, whose recent purchase for her slaveboy, the real estate mogul Horbake McKeldin had been a trained cock-fighting rooster. "It's wonderful, darling...I put Horny's penis through this plank-box, and the cock-fighting rooster pecked it bloody.

Not as good as the Tortucube, of course, Michelle...It's filled with wonderful pins, my dear, and after you lock the Tortucube onto Horny's wee-wee and balls, and press the electric button on my cute little control panel, the pins and needles go closer and closer...right into his miserable genitals!"

Michelle certainly wasn't as hardcore as Jobeth, though they'd both enjoyed "SlaveSlide" the board game where you rolled dice and read little cards to decide what to punish the poor wimp with next...The Little Shop had great stuff like that!

Michelle wondered what would interest her today...

Would there be any interesting pharmacology?

 

Michelle still remembered when she'd brought home the V-Zoom pills. "Hiram, I have the best news for you, honey." she'd told her slave husband, as she'd unlocked his chastity device.

"We're going to experiment with letting you jerk off all you want...and I'll even let you fuck me!" Michelle had been doubtful when she'd seen the little green pills--a combination of Viagra and some kind of chemical that prevented orgasms--it just didn't seem believable.

Hiram was astonished, when Michelle handed him the lube, and bade him to kneel down and pull his cock while she stripped slowly in front of him...asking only that he take a little pill first with some Ovaltine.

Poor Hi had been locked up this time for seventy-six days...he had been scheduled to have a release after two months, but Michelle had found his  line-writing  and chores rather sloppy, and had given him an indefinite extension, hoping that better behavior might come if the orgasms were held off.

In the past five years, Hiram had actually only been allowed to jerk himself to orgasm twenty-six times, an average of about five times a year...Michelle of course tied him down and stroked him regularly, stopping over and over again just before he was able to spurt...

Or sometimes she would just rub the tip of his cock...or just the balls, until Hi would burst into tears from frustration, and then he was locked up again in the chastity belt  for throwing a tantrum.

And it was such hell having the stimulation of his beautiful, raven haired wife, demurely walking around in her hot-pink fishnet body stockings and high heels...or her satin and mesh minidress!

Sometimes there were full weekend parties where Michelle and her girlfriends were partying with the area young men, and Hi, chastity belt firmly locked, was forced to suck young men's cocks, as well as Michelle's friends vaginas...

 

Kissing and licking curvy asses, and sucking toes....and Hi's pitiful cock was always SO stimulated!

And now, after all that denial, Hi was going to be able to--gasp, jerk off all he wanted!

Of course Hi didn't understand that the little green pill he'd swallowed--the V-Zoom, would first, make him so horny that he was even more stimulated than ever, and then prevent him from cumming!

Hiram immediately stripped before his beautiful Goddess, staring up at her in her tight red top, her hair tied up in a provocative bun...and he began stroking...and stroking...and STROKING.

 

The more he stroked the hotter he got. Michelle assisted the visual by stripping off her saucy red halter to reveal a pink demibra in which her full mounds bounced merrily. Hiram jerked and moaned...and didn't cum. HE COULDN'T CUM!

 

Hi jerked and jerked, and finally Michelle said she had laundry to do and walked off, leaving her husband there, choking his chicken.

 

Later on that evening, Michelle tied Hiram down and stroked him for an hour herself, then plopping her wet vagina on his cock and riding it for five or six orgasms...and then hopped off, leaving her husband miserable and horny as she went to sleep.

 

She even untied one of Hi's arms so he could jerk himself a bit as she slumbered, in the confident knowledge that there would be no spurting...

 

And the next day, and for several weeks after, Michelle dropped a V-Zoom in Hi's coffee...and he got hornier and hornier, and jerked more and more...to no avail.

 

In the bathrooms at work, in the privacy of his office, Hiram massaged his member miserably...nothing doing, though!

 

Michelle began having orgy parties, where Hi was allowed to fuck the women and even be blown a bit...everyone came but poor Hiram!

 

It went on for some time, but finally, Hiram had knelt at Michelle's feet, weeping, his huge purple swollen sack hanging between his legs...

 

"P-please, Mistress Michelle...lock me back up in the chastity device, ma'am..."

 

Tears had coursed down Hiram's face as he'd begged.

 

Michelle had looked down at Hiram innocently. "But...but you're constantly begging to masturbate, honey...and to fuck me...don't you like it?"

 

Michelle had bent over, greasing her hand up with a little lube and pulling and rubbing Hiram's engorged cock. "Isn't this what you wanted, babe?"

 

Her mind had rejoiced wickedly as she'd seen the frustrated misery in Hiram's eyes...

 

And of course after he'd broken down, sobbing more, and protecting his violet tinged, swollen penis from her ministrations...

 

Michelle had taken Hi off the V-Zoom, and allowed him to jerk to a big, messy orgasm, and lick it up!

 

And then she'd locked him back in his chastity cage! What a relief!

Then there had been the NippleCuffs! The Little Shop had even had a female slave demonstrating them, little five-inch chains coming from her pierced nipples...connecting to handcuffs that went around her wrists.

 

"This was designed by Mistress Pettibone of Yukon, Oklahoma...the NippleCuffs are quite popular in the Midwest now, and we are proud to bring them to New Hampshire" Soapy had intoned...

 

Michelle marveled as the girl winced, attempting to pull her chains away from her full breasts, the pale pink nipples quite tormented as the chains dragged from the areolas.

 

"See?" Soapy, the junkie manager said as the girl struggled to bend over to do some dusting, "When she does her chores, it pulls on her nipples, so she gets work done, with a little torture thrown in!"

 

Soapy had laughed and thwacked the girl across her full buttocks...the slave stumbled, and pulled her hand away from her right nipple, and then screamed.

 

The audience had laughed, as Soapy had driven her back up on her feet to pull her breasts against the table she was supposed to be dusting....there had been a little blood, but no one minded...it was quite the entertainment!

 

Michelle snorted as she recalled how this had worked for Hiram! He'd cried and whined when his nipples had been pierced, and then gasped as he watched the NippleCuffs being installed.

 

WHACK! Michelle's cane had slashed Hi's buttocks when they'd gotten home. He'd danced away, and his right hand had pulled to cover his butt, and then he'd screamed.

 

Because of course his hand was now cuffed to his nipple!

 

"What's wrong, Hiram?" Michelle had asked sweetly, as  her cane had raised again to welt his shoulder. "Can't move your hands?"

 

Hi had howled and wept as he'd pulled his hands away from his chest, and then pulled them back, finding that it was best to keep his "hand close to his chest" as they say in gambling...real close!

 

Michelle and her friends had been in near hysterics watching Hiram bend over to put both his hands on a broom, the handcuff chains pulling the nipples as  he tried to sweep the floor.

 

Rugby Joe, Michelle's African-American lover had slapped his knee. "Damn, that mo-fo in some trouble boy!"

 

It had even been more comical as Hiram had to throw his entire body to the floor to scrub it...after all his hands had to be kept within four inches of his chest to keep his nipples from burning!

 

This had been during Spring-Cleaning time, and Rugby Joe had whacked poor Hiram's ass as Hi had attempted to scrub the walls, having to push his narrow chest up against them to keep from yanking the damn nipples off.

 

"C'mon, you honky motherfucker!" Rugby Joe had hollered, slashing poor Hi's ass with Michelles best Lochgelly Tawse from Scotland.

 

"I see some stains on them wall, boy! You better get it clean, or Rugby going to make you cry!"

 

Hiram's nipples had felt as if they were tiny, lava-filled volcanoes as the poor slaveboy had scrubbed and scoured the walls. It was quite an unpleasant experience, having your nipples yanked nearly off your chest by your own thumbs!

 

It had been even worse when Hiram had been forced to suck Rugby Joe off...he had to use his cuffed hands to massage the cock, which of course had pulled his chest up, as Rugby Joe was quite tall...

 

Rugby had slapped Hi's face several times, and dragged his hands up to the penis himself. "I don' give a good goddam if yo' nipples hurt, white boy...rub my cock, and suck it too!"

 

Michelle had given Rugby Joe access to her full breasts, something always denied Hiram, and Rugby had sucked and slurped on Michelle's breasts

 

This as the weeping Hiram had dragged his nipples up, massaging Joe's dick, and sucking it until Rugby had spurted all over Hi's weeping cheeks!

 

But the end had been the best. Hiram, at that time celibate for 94 days, had been told he could masturbate to orgasm, if he were able to bend over and touch his cock with his nipple-manacled hands...and of course Hi had a pot-belly...

 

Hiram had been sobbing copiously as he had curled up in a ball and reached his hands down to his cock...and he had not been able to touch it for long, because his nipples were so sore!

 

"Please-please, Miss Michelle...unlock me!" Hi had pleaded, but Michelle had been adamant.

 

Rugby Joe had assisted by thwacking Hi's ass as he'd gotten deeper into the fetal position to jerk his cock, but it just hadn't worked out...and Michelle had given Hi another sixty days of celibacy as punishment...though she'd mercifully retired the NippleCuffs after that evening.

Michelle laughed to herself now as she walked into the Little Shop, suddenly confronted with a display of fur covered vests.

"What's this, Soapy?" Michelle asked the opiate-lidded General Manager.

Soapy chuckled. "These are hair shirts, and they were invented by the Catholic Church in the fifteen hundreds.

They're made from goast hair and worn either as a shirt or genital girdle for mortification...not too comfortable for the slave."Wow. Penance... What a great invention! Michelle laughed as she gingerly picked one up...

Awesome! Something that would make poor Hiram sit up, as it were. God, she loved the Little Shop!.