by Jamie Knight
We hugged again and kissed on the cheek. Our beautiful scene of platonic parting, interrupted by the sound of the door buzzer.
“I think that’s my ride.”
“You’d better let him up then,” April said with a wink.
A tall, pleasant looking man, the driver wore a well fitted uniform. One of the old-style ones with white gloves and a hat. He took my bag for me, handing me a box in return.
“Come down when you are ready.”
With a shallow bow, the driver turned on his heel and headed back down the hallway at a good clip.
“Good luck,” April said, giving me a parting kiss on the cheek.
Sitting on the couch, I pulled the lip up on the box. What I saw there making me gasp. The sight of the outfit was enough to make my eyes widen and my heart flutter. Taking the box into the bathroom, just to be safe, I got out of my street clothes and slipped into the contraption. Made out of an odd mix of leather and lace, with strategic holes around my nipples pussy and ass. The outfit also has pockets but the box also contains a note saying not to open them unless I wanted to be severely punished.
I felt embarrassed and a bit humiliated being exposed like that. The outfit left nothing to the imagination. Though I was also turned on. Knowing I did it because my master told me to. Even if it was by way of a messenger. I hoped Joshua would be the only one to see me like that. If so I would just be turned on. I didn’t mind at all if he wanted to see me that way. It was pretty flattering if I was honest.
I put my clothes back on over the clothes and head down to the limo. Locking up the apartment before I leave. Probably for the last time. My face was burning hot as I approached the limo, wondering if the driver knew what I was wearing under my street clothes.
“Evening, ma’am,” he said, as I slid into the back.
He didn’t seem to know or if he did he didn’t care. Anyway, there was a privacy partition between the front and back seats so he can’t even see me. I try my best to enjoy the ride. Watching the city roll outside the tinted windows of the limo. No one knew I was in there. Everyone probably thinking I was some kind of important person. Not a homeless, unemployed grad. student. Most of the courses were being offered online but I’d had no idea how I was going to pay my tuition. At least until Joshua made his offer. I still wasn’t sure what would be expected of me but figured it had to be better than any regular job I could get.
The limo is one of the really fancy ones. All limos are fancy but they didn’t all come with a fully stocked bar and a flat screen television. Both of which I figured would make traffic jams that much more tolerable. I thought the limo would even have its own internet connection. I was proven right a moment later when my phone rang with a Zoom call. It didn’t say who it was from so I ignored it. Feeling a little bratty, I texted Joshua.
What do you want?
I was probably in for a harsh punishment but I just couldn’t resist.
Your first less was to always do what I tell you. You failed.
You must be more submissive or your punishment will be
Very harsh.
Yes master. What do you want me to do?
Check in pocket number one and call me back.
Putting away the phone I took off my jacket and hoodie, to get to the first pocket. I half expected my nipples to get hard but the limo was warm enough they didn’t.
With termbling fingers, I withdrew what I found in the first pocket. A pocket-sized vibrator. Just right for my tight little pussy. The vibrator in one hand I got out my phone with the other and video called him back. My pussy already tingling with excitement.
Chapter Seven - Joshua
Impatience gnawed at me, like a ravenous rodent in my skull. I could hardly wait for Celeste to get to the house. I needed to relieve my self of some pent-up desire. Not least because I didn’t plan on fucking her until she had proven herself worthy of keeping around. I would need to break her in first but was greatly looking forward to the opportunity. I’d had hard cases before, but they always relented in time. It was just a matter of breaking down their self-preservation instinct and ego. Getting them down to their true selves. What they really wanted.
Her insolence ate at me. Had she tried that while we were in the same room it would have been a harsh spanking. As it was I had to wait. Mark was right, she was stubborn and feisty. I needed to be in charge and go for a long time once I saw her. Though I had a feeling she would work out fine if I could past some of her defense. I knew something had made her guarded and would need a somewhat light touch, so she didn’t shut down.
After what seemed like an eternity, she called back. The image on the screen showed she was sorry. I softened, but only a little. I decided not to tie her up and spank her when she got to the house. I had something else in mind for her.
“Are you ready to be a good girl and submit?”
“Yes, master,” she whispered, eyes downcast.
She then held up the pocket-sized vibrator she had already gotten out of the pocket as per my instructions.
“Take off your clothes and show me the outfit,” I ordered.
I caught her stealing a glance to the right. Likely looking at the privacy partition between her and the driver.
“He can’t see anything. The windows are tinted. Bulletproof actually. No one can see you but me.”
Slowly, she takes off her clothes. Making a admirable effort to be sexy about it as she does so. She kept her legs together, so I can only see her nipples, which are already rock hard, standing out rigid, just waiting to be gently sucked.
“There are holes for a reason, pet. Scoot down and spread your legs, so I can see everything.”
Without hesitation, my pet obeyed. Scooting down to the edge of the seat and opening her legs wide, so I could see both her pussy and her asshole, both pink and ready. Her sweet little cunt was dripping wet.
“Put the vibrator in your pussy and play with your nipples.”
“Yes, master,” she moaned, slipping the vibrator deep into her glistening pussy.
She started to play with her nipples but gasped in surprise, looking down as a specially designed part of the suit did its stuff, holding the running vibrator inside her. I loved watching her expression as she realized what was happening. Seeing the pleasure appearing on her cute face. Her cheeks began to flush pink, just the way I liked.
“State-of-the-art suit. It is just full of surprises,” I said with a grin.
I watch as she begins to tumble. With the vibrator buzzing deep inside her, it won’t be long before she starts to cum. I watch with interest and desire as her tender pink pussy lips get even wetter as the vibrator with the residual effects of the toy. Working its magic deep in her tight little cunt. I got the feeling it was the first time she ever felt such extreme pleasure. Her legs, both of them up, her feet pressed up against the wall in front of her, beginning to shimmy in delicious spasm as she gets closer to orgasm. I could tell it wasn’t far off. Before long she was going to be exploding with joy. The vibrator must have gone right up against her clit.
“Getting close, pet?” I asked, watching as her cheeks flushed in the most adorable way.
“Y-y-yes!” she screamed, another spasm rattling through her like a freight train.
“Tell me how it feels,” I command.
“I-I oh fuck!”
“Focus!” I commanded.
I could see she really did try. Closing her eyes and focusing on what was happening to her cunt.
“S-so good.”
Unable to handle it anymore, I took out my cock, which had grown rock hard and started to stroke it feeling the delightful pleasure as I imagined fucking the virginity right out of her.
Celeste caught this and didn’t seem to be able to take her eyes of me. Her gaze glued to my big hard cock as I stroked it.
“You like that, pet?”
She nodded mutely, licking her lip as she did so. I could almost see her pupils dilate along with her pussy.
“Y
ou want this, pet? Want this big thick cock in your mouth.”
“Y-yes, master.”
“Want me to face fuck you? Slam my big, hard cock down your naughty little throat?”
She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. Whether it was from the vibrator or the thought of the face fucking wasn’t clear. Either way I was getting through to her.
“Y-yes master. I want you to fuck me right down my throat. My naughty little throat. Then I need you to slide right up my tight little cunt. Your big, throbbing cock instead of the vibrator. Fucking the virginity out of me.”
“Anywhere else, pet?”
“W-what do you mean, m-master.”
“There’s more than one kind of virginity, sweet one.”
“Like whe - oh!”
“You must have seen it at some point,” I said.
“Y-yes. I-I didn’t mean to, the door was open and - wow.”
“Do you want to try it, pet?”
“A-a-anal?”
“Yes, pet. My big, thick cock pounding in your tight virgin asshole. Taking both of your virginities.”
Again she closed her eyes and let out a moan, like she was imagining what that would be like. I was tempted to take it as a yes but still wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes! Please, fuck my ass. Pound the virginity right out of my pussy and then fuck my tight little virgin ass!”
She covered her mouth and blushed. Clearly embarrassed by her outburst. Though she had said it and it couldn’t be unsaid. I knew what she wanted and she had given preliminary permission for me to fuck in both the pussy and the ass.
I can tell she wants to say something else but the relentless buzz on her sensitive little clit once again robbing her of the power of speech. We both go silent then, Celeste enjoying the pleasures of the vibrator as I stroked my cock. Already feeling the cum rumbling in my balls. Ready to explode like a hot, thick volcano, only wishing it could be up my sweet little pet’s pussy or asshole. Though that would have to wait. I couldn’t fuck her too early. She had to be broken down and open to her true desires. Only then could the proper circumstance be brought for me to take her virginity. I needed to follow the rules or I was just another thug like Mark. I felt a touch of guilt thinking of him that way but the evidence spoke for itself. I’d given him the benefit of the doubt but the more I interacted with Celeste the clearer it became that he was abusing her. Likely without meaning to, Mark was an idiot not a psycho, but the results were the same.
We came at the same time. The vibrator working Celeste to her end as my cock erupted.
“That’s a good first step,” I said, “though you have a long way to go before you can prove you can be submissive to me.”
Chapter Eight - Celeste
It was a struggle to breathe. I was so out of it, I almost forgot. The splendid warmth all over my body was all I could think about as I flushed with the sweet exertion of a massive orgasm. Sever actually. I’d lost count after about five. The vibrator was still inside me. I could feel it moving around with every breath. The low, muffled buzz still sounding within the tender pink folds of my tight, virgin pussy. Already ravaged with the pleasures of the flesh. I was hard-pressed to imagine how it could get much better, but also knew that if anyone could find a way, it was Joshua.
I’d lost track of both time and where I was. I looked out the window of the limo to try and see where I was. Only finding my reflection looking back at me in satisfied bewilderment. It must be completely dark out which made me think we were in the forest somewhere. We were well outside the city. I’d seen a bridge right before Joshua called the first time. This was both a comfort and a cause for slight concern. The deep dark woods, such as they were, bringing up feelings of both familiarity and dread. Remembering going on family camping trips when my dad was still around, as well as the time I got lost. Wanking for what seemed like hours through the quickly darkening woods. Every scent and sound a new terror to my young mind. It wasn’t even anything like things snapping or wolf howls. Just fresh pine and owl hoots. Still, I was as scared as if I was being stalked by a Windego. Just the most recent monster to enter my imagination. I’d just read The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon long before I was ready for it and it seemed as though the story was coming true.
I was found of course. Freezing and petrified. The trebling as my dad picked me up a combination of these two effects. Turns out I’d only been gone for about an hour, not that it kept my mom from panicking. That was part of why I never told her what happened later. After dad was gone and the monster became all too real. Hungering after my young flesh in a different, somehow even more horrible way.
I thought about Joshua. What his house might be like and what it would be like to be there. If only for a short time. He was clearly quite rich, and I was imaging a massive stately home like in the Charlotte Bronte books. Some rooms open, while other entire wings were forbidden, lest I meet a terrifying fate. I shivered with exhilaration, smiling as I bit my lower lip. My mind was abuzz, the movie theater of my mind projecting all kinds of scenarios on the big, white screen behind my eyes. Things were already so much better than they had been with Mark.
The limo came to a sudden halt and I tried to get my bearings. Still only finding the pitch black beyond the windows.
“You’re here,” Joshua said, still on the video call, “leave the vibrator in your pussy and cover back up. When you are dressed, come into the house.”
I head the driver’s side door open and quickly put my street clothes back on. Fearing the driver might see me in that vulnerable state. I relaxed slightly as I heard the trunk pop. Still, I hastened to get my clothes on and wrap up in my jacket. Getting it zipped up just as the driver opened my door. My bag on the ground by his feet.
It is a bit of an ordeal getting out of the back, what with a vibratory help up my pussy and all. Still the driver was very nice and helped me out. I gripped the vibrator as I stepped down onto the pavement, not wanting it to fall out. Even if there was a place for it in the suit. I was taking no chances. It would be far too embarrassing if it managed to work its way out of me and end up on the ground. I was wearing pants but it could still happen.
I looked at the driver, already feeling the warmth in my cheeks, hooping he didn’t know about the vibrator, even though I guessed he did. Picking up my bag, the driver went to the house, which is indeed a huge estate, like I’d imagined. I was surprised by how much I could see just from the interior lights but not as much as by the land itself. Lush, green fields leading to thick surrounding woods. The ones we had to drive through to get here. It felt completely isolated from the rest of the world but not in a scary way. More like the bad of the world couldn’t get me. Couldn’t find me there in that beautiful place.
The vibrator started buzzing again. The sound muffled not only by my pussy but also the added layers of clothes. I doubted the driver could hear it but I could certainly feel it. My larked sensitive nerves feeling even better. I can feel another orgasm coming on.
“Are you okay?” the driver asked, on his way back to the limo, no doubt noticing my odd expression.
“Yup, never better!” I gasped, resisting the urge to grab my spasming pussy, already dying from embarrassment.
Remote controlled, of course. I didn’t actually remember turning the vibrator on before it started buzzing in me in the car. Joshua must have had it working on a satellite or something to get that kind of range. Could he still see me?
I struggled the way up the stairs, every nerve-ending in my pussy singing its joy as the vibrator worked inside me. The driver went into the house with my bag and I sat down on the steps, so I could cum without having to walk.
The beep of my phone cut through the area. Startled, I looked down at it, expecting bad news. I was only half right.
Get up and walk. No relaxing during your punishment.
I looked up to see a security camera near the door. Joshua could see me. Knew what he was doing to me. Enjoying the show as he did it. Nodding obed
iently, I got up and, getting through another huge pussy spasm on the way to a screaming orgasm, I made it the rest of the way up the steps and into the house.
I expected Joshua to be there to meet me. Instead, I was greeted by a butler. He was on her than I expected, dressed in full regalia, looking the very paragon of discretion and decorum.
“Follow me please, ma’dam,” he said, a slight French aspect to his accent.
The butler picked-up my small bag and led me to a set up of stairs. Suffering Rhee floors of buzzing pussy torture, I was led to a door on the third floor. I gasped as the butler opened the door. The room was full of all sorts of contraptions and looked like a smaller version of Club Lush. There was also a bed set up and I figured it was meant to be my bedroom as well as a playroom.
The butler placed my bag on the bed before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I heard the click of a lock and knew that was it.
“Lie down,” came a familiar voice from nowhere.
I looked around and spotted a small speaker, probably from an intercom system, in one of the upper corners. Not wanking to make him mad again, I got on the bed as I was told.
“Take off your clothes except for the suit.”
I tripped off, jacket first, then my hoodie and my sweatpants. Leaving me clad in only the revealing leather and lace outfit. The vibrator still inside me.
“Good girl. Now, lay back and spread your legs wide, so I can see everything and enjoy the show.”
I wanted to ask what show but kept quiet and did as I was told. The cool are on my pussy and asshole tickled, making me smile.
“That’s a good little pet. Now, try to relax.”
No sooner did I try to relax than the vibrator came on full. The almost pulsing vibration going from my pussy down to my feet and up to my teeth. I moaned long and loud, almost screaming, my voice sounding like I was sitting on a washing machine during the spin cycle. My pussy clamped hard on the vibrator as it vibrated inside me, buzzing hard right on my clit. I lost count of my orgasms somewhere around 12. More than I ever thought was possible. Just when I thought I might go mad with sheep pleasure, my master’s voice came again.