Ruthanne watched the clock obsessively, knowing that she couldn’t trust Daniel to stick to his word and keep them turned off while she was at work. He could make them vibrate at any minute. The lube was still burning and tingling inside her, making her aware of every movement of every shift in her seat. She felt full and stretched.
At five she decided she’d had enough. She gathered her things and called a taxi. She told her intern to tell anyone who asked she’d gone early with a headache.
“You don’t look well,” said the intern sympathetically.
She walked carefully out of the building, conscious of the eggs rolling inside her, desperate for them not to fall out. Could that happen? She didn’t know. She’d never tried walking with something like this inside her before. She took small quick steps and got into a cab and sat down.
As they moved into the traffic she texted Daniel. He texted back immediately. “Is the driver’s radio on? Is the screen closed?” She replied, “Yes and yes,” knowing what he was going to do and he did it immediately.
First the eggs seemed to come to life, turning somersaults inside her, making her squirm and press into the seat. Then the clit toy buzzed briefly and stopped. Another text came in. “Don’t come.”
None of this would be on camera and what would anyone see anyway—a woman wriggling in her seat looking a bit desperate? Ruthanne didn’t know if she was pleased or not that none of this would be on film.
On the one hand she didn’t want Ed to see her like this but on the other it got her no nearer to getting rid of Daniel. The clit toy buzzed again and she gasped and pressed her hand against herself, not sure if she was trying to stop it buzzing up against her or press it harder against herself. If it carried on she knew she would come. It stopped and the eggs stopped too and she relaxed again.
She looked out of the window, seeing people walking home from work, living normal lives. Were any of these women wearing sex toys, being stimulated against their will? Was she the only one?
Both toys started again, the egg swirling and turning inside her and the clit bullet buzzing against her. She suppressed a moan, pressing back into the seat, crossing her legs tightly, closing her eyes, fixing on the pleasure. Was it against her will? She didn’t have to do it. And she didn’t have to enjoy it so much.
Finally she was home. She paid the driver quickly, not meeting his eye, hoping he’d not noticed anything. She stepped carefully out of the taxi, keeping her legs together as much as she could, taking baby steps with her thighs pressed together. She made it inside and waited for the lift.
There was no one around, thank god. Then the toys started buzzing again. She drew in a breath and leaned against the wall by the lift, hanging her head, just hoping no one else would come in before the lift got here. Come on, come on. The eggs moved and twisted. She pressed her knees tightly together, hoping they couldn’t fall out. The clit toy buzzed and she had to stop herself from doubling over with the pleasure.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Ruthanne jerked upright with shock as Daniel stepped out from the shadows of the stairwell.
“Oh,” she said, her hand at her heart. “You really made me jump. I didn’t know anyone was there.”
“I’ve been close to you all afternoon,” he said, smiling. “These only have a short range.” He pulled the two remotes out of his pocket and watched her flinch and jerk as her turned the switches on and off, turning them up to full power then down again.
The lift arrived and she staggered in with Daniel close behind her. The doors closed.
The toys were still for a second.
“Look at me.” He held her gaze as he turned the clit toy on full, watching her lips part and the little moan escape as the vibrations pulsed through her tender clit.
Then he turned that off and switched on the eggs again. They turned over and shifted inside her. She put her hand to her stomach, drawing in her breath.
“How do you like it?”
She looked at him, not sure if she did or didn’t. The doors opened before she could answer and she took a few small steps to her front door. As she let them into her apartment she thought about the cameras. They were motion-activated and the one in the hallway would be filming them now. Instinctively she dropped her head, not wanting her face on camera.
“So.” Daniel helped her off with her coat. “You didn’t answer me. Do you like it?”
“No,” she said, aware her voice would be recorded. “I don’t. I don’t want you to do it.”
“Are you sure?” He lifted her skirt abruptly. “Open your legs.” She did so, hoping the eggs wouldn’t fall out. He pulled her panties to one side. “But you’re dripping wet. Look.” He held his fingertips to her face. She could see the moisture glistening on his fingers.
“You see. That’s not lube, that’s you getting wet again. Taste it.” He pushed his fingers against her lips but she tightened her mouth and shook her head.
“Oh dear. You never learn. Either that or you want to be punished. First you lie to me, saying you don’t like when you clearly love it and now you’re refusing to do what I tell you. You’ll be punished for this.” He sounded pleased rather than annoyed. “Now open your mouth.”
He held the back of her head with one hand and pushed the fingers of his other hand against her lips.
Reluctantly she opened her mouth and he put his fingers inside. “Good girl. Now suck my fingers, taste yourself. Now let me ask you again. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice thick around his fingers, her mouth filled with a mixture of the burning lube and her own salty-sweet taste.
“Good. Because I’ve got a lot more toys in the bag for you. We’ll see which ones you like best.”
He went into the front room, taking a bottle of wine from his bag. “Open this. You’ll want to have a few glasses. It will be better if you’re relaxed.”
She moved into the kitchen, aware that every move, every word would be picked up on film. She poured two glasses of wine and took them into the front room.
Daniel was settled on the sofa, his bag at his feet. “Now let’s drink to pleasure!” He clicked glasses with her and she found herself wishing it was Ed here instead, clinking coffee cups with her.
“So did you feel aroused this afternoon in your office?”
“Yes,” she said softly, not wanting to speak loudly not wanting the camera to hear. There was no point saying no. He’d only make her say yes anyway. And it was the truth. She had been aroused and she was still aroused now. Whatever she thought of Daniel she wanted him to do things to her, to make her come.
“Good. I thought you might like your gifts. I like the thought of you getting wet for me in the office.” He leaned forward, touching her blouse. “How much were your clothes?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“Because I’m going to tear them off you soon,” he said casually. “And I’d like to make sure you are properly recompensed. Pleasure can’t be its only reward.”
She wasn’t sure what to say.
“Would five thousand cover it?”
She nodded. Where did he think she shopped? She could buy half her wardrobe for that. “But I don’t want your money,” she said clearly, making sure it would be heard by the cameras. “I don’t want money.”
“No of course not. But it would be unfair of me to do this and not compensate you, wouldn’t it?” He lunged forward, gripped her blouse and ripped it sharply open so the buttons sprang off and the cloth ripped, exposing her bra underneath.
He leaned back in his seat and surveyed her. “Nice. Very nice. You look like you’ve just been attacked.”
I have, she wanted to say but he flicked the two switches and she arched her back, her head thrown back as the moan of pleasure escaped her lips. “Stop, stop. It’s not fair.”
“Oh, it never is.” He stopped the toys and began to fondle her breast through the black lace of her bra. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of scissors
. The glinting blade made her flinch and she was glad the cameras were on.
“Keep still.” She froze as he leaned toward her. He gathered the delicate lace of her bra cup in his hand, rubbing it between his fingers, checking it was just lace and not skin before cutting it. He looked at what he had done. A rough circle of lace had gone from her left cup, leaving her nipple and some of the surrounding flesh spilling through. He pinched her nipple hard and she gasped.
“You should wear this style more often. But it’s a little uneven.” He cut the other side so both nipples were revealed and gave her breasts a gentle slap, making them jump and jiggle. “Very nice.” He took a sip of his drink. “So how are you, Ruthanne?”
She couldn’t bring herself to make small talk, not when she was sitting with her blouse ripped open and her breasts and nipples showing through the roughly cut holes in her bra.
“Are you well?”
She opened her mouth to speak and he flipped both switches again. Her back arched and she cried out. Each time was more intense. Each time she was more tender, more aroused, more ready to come.
He turned them off. “I’m not sure your conversation is up to much but you make up for it in other ways.” He smiled at her, completely relaxed. “Have a drink now while you can. I have plans for that pretty little mouth of yours.”
She sipped the wine and then took a big gulp of it. She didn’t know what was going to happen next but she felt fairly sure being a bit tipsy might help. She lowered her head again, trying to picture where the cameras were, what each one would see and how she could hide from them.
Daniel looked around the room. “Where would I like you? Over the back of the sofa?” He looked at her and raised his eyebrows. “Facedown? I wonder. That would give me good access to your delightful behind but it would hide these.” He reached out and flicked one of her nipples, making her gasp.
“Or on the coffee table. Face up so I can see you. That might work. But,” he paused, like it was a weighty decision. “Then I wouldn’t be able to spank your ass and I know how much you love that. What do you think, Ruthanne? Facedown over the back of the sofa or face up on the coffee table?”
“I don’t know. The sofa?” It would hide her face at least.
He smiled. “So that means you would quite like a good spanking, wouldn’t you?”
She shook her head then remembered to speak so her voice would be picked up by the cameras. “I don’t want you to spank me.”
“What?” Daniel looked amazed. “You don’t want me to? But you seemed to love it last time. I remember how hard it was to stop you from coming. And the way you screamed when I did finally let you come. Oh no. You can’t pretend. You loved it.”
“But I don’t want you to do it, not today. Not now.”
“Really? I tell you what, Ruthanne, because I am a kind and gentle person and because I only have your pleasure in mind, I’ll spank you and if you don’t like it I’ll stop. Is that acceptable?”
This wasn’t good. He’s seeming too reasonable, too caring. He’ll never look like the monster he is on film. Should I provoke him? Dare I refuse? “No,” she said again. “I don’t want you to.”
“Very well. Of course I would never go against your wishes. Just stand up and let me look at you then.”
She stood slowly, surprised he had given in so easily. Perhaps all this filming wasn’t necessary. Perhaps all she had to do was say no. “Thanks, Daniel,” she said, pleased that he was listening to her.
He had stood too and moved behind her, stroking her back, massaging her neck. It felt lovely and she began to relax under the feel of his hands on her skin, on her tight tense muscles. Then she felt something else—a click on her wrist. He pulled her other hand back and clicked that too.
“Handcuffs,” he whispered, his tongue licking slowly down the side of her neck and along the top of her shoulder, making her shiver. Her hands were behind her, cuffed together. “But not too tight. After all I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” As he spoke he reached a hand around and gripped one of her nipples and squeezed it hard, making her cry out in pain.
He sunk to the ground and she knew he was going to cuff her ankles too. She moved her feet, trying to stop him but not wanting to fall over. It was so hard to balance once your hands were behind your back. “No,” she said.
Then he turned the switches.
She had almost forgotten about the toys. The eggs moved inside her and she bent over, crying out. The bullet buzzed against her and all she could think about was whether he would leave it on long enough for her to come. But then it stopped. “Oh, oh,” she panted.
“Did you want me to carry on?” He was in front of her again, toying with the remote. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, no.” She felt breathless. Her legs were wide apart. She tried to stand properly but she couldn’t. She looked down to see a cuff on each ankle and a bar in between them, about 30 inches long.
“A spreader bar. It does what you’d expect. It spreads you. You can’t close your legs at all.”
She stood there, her legs apart, her skirt tight around her thighs, her blouse ripped open and her breasts spilling through the holes in her bra. Her arms were behind her and she couldn’t close her legs.
Daniel was watching her, a smile on his face. “You look almost ready. But first let’s get this access sorted.” He took the scissors again and cut up from the knee-length hem of her skirt.
Immediately she could move her legs more.
He stopped cutting when he got to the top of her thighs. “Let’s give you a micro-mini. I think that will suit you.” He cut roughly around her skirt, leaving it so short it left nothing to the imagination. Her smart business skirt was now barely grazing her bottom.
He felt under her skirt, pressing the little bullet more tightly against her clit, rubbing it over her for a second and she moaned again. She had been in this state of arousal for hours now. She needed to come soon. Then she could focus again, then she would be able to think straight. But right now she just needed him to touch her, one more rub, one more touch but he stopped.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he said, “Close to coming. But not yet. Not until I say so. Now let’s get you bent over the back of this sofa.” He led her, hooking a finger under her bra strap and pulling her while she shuffled, taking awkward steps with the spreader bar holding her legs apart. He pushed her when she reached the back of the sofa and she bent over it, her chest resting on it, her ass raised high in the air.
“Nice,” he said, his hand caressing her naked butt cheeks each side of the flimsy material of the panties. “Oh, I almost forgot. Stay there. Don’t run away. Oh, you can’t can you?” He took something else out of the bag. “Here you are.” He waved something big and black in front of her face. “Just a little something for you.”
“It’s huge,” she replied.
“Indeed. A very large black dildo. Well it’s more of a vibrator really. Look what it can do.” He flicked a switch and the head of it twisted around, then he touched something else and the body vibrated, leaping and writhing in his hands. “It’s got the most powerful motor available. I described you to the shop owner, your likes and dislikes, what you needed and he recommended this. He said it’s for women who really need to know they’ve got something big and powerful inside them, women who need that bit more.”
“Daniel.” Ruthanne was dismayed, hoping he hadn’t really been talking about her in an adult goods store. “And you can’t put that in me,” she said, dreading the thought of something so big trying to force its way inside her. “It’s too big. And I’ve got the eggs in.”
“We’ll see. But for now let’s turn it off and you can hold it in your mouth. Open wide.”
She shook her head.
“If it doesn’t go in your mouth I’ll put it somewhere else right now,” he threatened.
She opened her mouth. Her lips only just stretched around it. He arranged a few cushions from the sofa so it was propped up and she co
uld just hold the first couple of inches in her mouth. The silicone was soft and squashy and she pushed her tongue against it so it couldn’t go in too far.
He watched her. “Yes. I like to think of you sucking on that enormous cock while I attend to the other end.”
He disappeared behind her.
Ruthanne closed her eyes, wondering what Ed would make of all this, whether he’d still like her, still respect her, still want her, after he’d seen this.
Daniel lifted what was left of her skirt up over her ass. He was touching her, his hands caressing, stroking, gentle, squeezing the flesh of her cheeks, stroking it, pulling her cheeks gently apart, tracing a delicate finger between them, making her shiver.
He pulled the panties to one side slightly and she tensed as she felt his fingers began to find their way between her legs. He stroked her outer lips gently then her inner ones, his fingers soft and delicate. He pressed against the opening of her hole and she felt his fingers slip inside.
“You are so wet, Ruthanne. It’s running out of you.”
She squeezed her eyes more tightly closed.
He was feeling inside her now, two fingers pushing all the way in, stretching her, feeling the eggs, pushing them deeper in, moving them.
She moaned and twisted a little.
“You should wear these every day. I think they’re good for you.” He pushed harder inside her and she groaned again. He switched the eggs on and she heard him laugh as they started moving inside her with his fingers still in her too. “Very nice. I can see why they make you so wet.”
She hoped he’d switch the other toy on too so she could finally come.
He withdrew his fingers and she felt him wipe his hands on the back of her blouse. He left the eggs switched on but didn’t turn on the other toy.
She wriggled, trying to rub her clit against the back of the sofa, trying to get the sensation again.
“Bad girl. You’re trying to make yourself come, aren’t you, like a dog in heat? Well, you can’t come until I’ve done this.”
Smack. The paddle came down on her behind and she flinched and cried out, pushing the dildo out of her mouth.
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