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Submissive CEO part seven
12/10/2006 3:07 am Last Read: |
The next morning I was in tears from how painfully full my breasts were, but I still had not received the go ahead from my Dom to allow It to suckle me. Around mid-morning Sir called. I was expecting that He was going to tell me it was ok to feed It breakfast now, but He did not. He told me that He would like to meet me and It for lunch around noon. He told me I was to wear a form-fitting top with a short skirt, no panties or bra, and knee-high high heeled, leather boots with pointed toes. While dressing, I felt rather two-faced. The outfit reminded me of one a Dominatrix would wear, but yet again looked like what a Dom would order His slut to wear. When It and I arrived at the Chinese restaurant Dom had told us to go to, He was waiting out in the parking lot for us. He told It to move to the back seat so that He could sit in the drivers seat for a moment. When He climbed into the front seat, he immediately lifted my shirt, revealing my bare breasts. My, my we do have some quite full titties here. If youre a good little slut during lunch, I may allow for your pain to be lessened. He took a pair of chopsticks from His pocket, along with three rubber bands. He looped one rubber band around the middle of the two chopsticks and then pried apart the end of each. He stuck the chopsticks to my nipples and affixed my nipples between the two sticks. He then wrapped one rubber band around each end of the two chopsticks, holding them tightly together, with my nipples pinched firmly between them. He lifted the end of each chopstick, pulling my tits up with them. Seems fitting that during a Chinese lunch that youd be using chopsticks. He said as he put my shirt back down over my tits. My nipples poked at my top and since the shirt was so tight it was quite evident that there were chopsticks squeezing my nipples. We walked into the restaurant and the hostess seated us. Ill bring you some ice water and some um uh chopsticks She said, unable to take her eyes off my chest. Dom sat down on one side of the booth and ordered me to sit down next to him. It sat across from him and I was instructed to put my foot up on the seat between Its legs. I was to use the pointed tip of my boot to poke at Its balls and cock. First I used my toes to massage Its balls until It had a quite noticeable erection. I then pressed the tip of my boot firmly against Its cock and compressed Its balls underneath the sole of my boot. It squirmed in the seat, looking rather uncomfortable. I smiled. As I was playing with Its cock, Dom hiked my skirt up around my waist and began rubbing my clit. Every once in a while He would pull at the chopsticks on my tits, sending bolts of pain racing through me. My pussy got wetter with each pass of Doms fingers. He decided to move from rubbing my clit to fingering my cunt, not even stopping when the waitress came to ask us for our order. It and I did what we could to eat some lunch while squirming in our seats. When we were done, Dom told us to follow Him back to our house. We got to the house and were immediately forced to strip. We followed Him upstairs and stood there before Him with our legs parted and our hands behind our backs. Our hands were cuffed and He toyed with our genitals a little more, just to make sure we were still aroused. Dom had recently purchased a double-sided fucking machine. He placed it between It and I. He plunged one side of the cock into my cunt and pushed It down until the other cock was deep in Its ass. It and I faced each other, squatting with a cock in our holes. Dom next suspended weighted clamps from my shaven pussy lips and then another pair of weighted clamps were dangled from Its balls. He also attached one pair of nipple clamps to each of our right nipples, and then another pair to each of our left nipples. He explained to us that the object of the game was to endure the weight, pain, and fucking as long as we could. The one who folded in pain first would be the loser, and punished appropriately. He turned the fuck machine on a high power and then sat back on His throne to watch as It and I suffered. As the cock on my end pulled out of my pussy slightly it pounded into Its ass and when it pulled partially out of Its ass it thrust farther into my cunt, it was like riding an erotic seesaw. My thighs burned as I squatted above the cock. Soon I was quivering, and I had a gut feeling that I was going to lose the game. |
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12/10/2006 10:10 am |
Thank you very much for the feedback! I will take that into consideration in future chapters of the story. Ta-tas for now ~A
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