Kathryn dropped her gaze to the floor and bowed her head. "Yes, Master, I understand."
"Then you may crawl to my desk and begin." He walked slowly to the desk, waiting as Kathryn crawled with him on hands and knees, avoiding the area still sprinkled with tiny shards of glass. When Master settled behind the desk Kathryn fell to her side in its shadow, lifting a knee to show Master the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy before she greedily dug two fingers inside.
It was only minutes before Kathryn felt the warning signs of her approaching orgasm. Her slick fingers slid feverish, tight circles around her swollen, throbbing clitoris, and she wanted nothing more than to come for Master. His attention remained on his desk as her breath grew ragged and her fingers pressed more firmly on her mound. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist coming, and she wondered whether the sensation might be worth whatever punishment Master chose to dole out.
"Cover your wet little pussy with your hand, Kathryn," he said, still studying whatever was on his desk. "Do it now."
She reluctantly slid her fingers from the tingling nub and planted her palm across herself, resisting the urge to slip a finger inside.
"Count to ten for me. Don't move a muscle."
Kathryn began to count slowly, the words escaping her lips shakily as she fought the urge to explode. At five she stopped and stared desperately at Master. "I'm going to come, I'm sorry!" she yelled. She couldn't help the feeling. Even without the movement of her fingers her climax continued to build, tightening to a fierce ball of electricity deep within her.
Master laid down his papers and slid out of his chair beside her. He took her wrist and pulled her hand away, and with lightning pace slapped Kathryn's pussy with an open palm. His fingers struck her tender clit hard, drawing a pained gasp from her lips, and before she could cry out in pain he slapped her again. Finally he reached down, took her aching mound between thumb and forefinger and pinched.
Kathryn yelped with shock and pain, trying to shy away from Master's hand, but he wouldn't release her. He simply gripped her tender clit with one hand and held her down by her stomach with the other.
After what seemed an eternity his fingers relaxed and the blood flowed back into her painful mound. Kathryn whimpered and mewled with pain, but Master ignored her discomfort. "Continue," he said, pulling her hand back to her pussy.
He continued to crouch beside her as she began to touch herself once again, avoiding the throbbing ball of pain that was her clit, and he only returned to his seat after sliding a finger along her lips and finding them freshly moist.
Now Kathryn was determined to avoid a repeat of such treatment, terrified to distraction. She tried to fool Master, offering him moans of pleasure while keeping her fingers frozen inside her. He noticed immediately, and a single stern look was enough to make her reconsider.
It was ten minutes before she felt the approach of that dreaded peak once more, and the moment she felt the warning signs she slipped her fingers from her lips and pressed her palm firmly against her pussy, almost as if to squeeze the blood from it. Master gave half his attention to her as she struggled to control her breathing, forcing deep, slow breaths. Strangely, the fear of pain only served to enhance her sensitivity, and despite herself she still felt the tightening ball of energy contract to her clit.
This time she knew better than to try to fight it alone. As frightened as she was, she needed Master's help. "Please, Master, help me stop," she begged.
Immediately he was by her side, and immediately she understood his intentions. As she pressed her palm hard against her pussy Master reached towards her left breast, took her nipple between his fingers and pulled slowly upwards. The sharp sting as her nipple stretched was enough to stave off the climax, and Kathryn found that if she focused her mind on the pain she could bring her arousal back from the brink.
Now she tried something different. Her hands slipped from her sopping wet cunt and ran up her body to her breasts. Using both hands she began to tease her nipples, gently caressing them until she felt her pussy twitch with excitement. Only then did she tighten her grip, pinching her pink, firm nubs until she was in control. With pain to distract her attention it was easy, and after a few more cycles of wonderful pleasure and harsh, stinging pain Kathryn found she could go from peak to peak in less than a minute, bringing herself to the brink, forcing a distraction, and then pulling herself back.
The only problem was that she still wasn't allowed to come. Now her pussy gushed with honey, and beneath her she felt the floor so wet with her juices that she began to slide in the puddle. She needed to come, needed that release. Without it her pleasure was torturous.
"Stop," commanded Master suddenly, just as Kathryn approached yet another peak of pleasure. "Stand."
Kathryn obediently rose to her feet, her pussy leaking honey down her thighs and her ass cheeks sliding against each other with her wetness. Master reached into a desk drawer and removed a bundle of pink rubber.
"I can't keep my eye on you all day, and I can't trust that your fingers won't dip back into the honeypot when you're alone, so you'll wear this until I allow you to remove it."
He unfurled the bundle, and Kathryn guessed correctly that it was a chastity belt. She took it from Master's outstretched hand and looped it under her legs, holding it against her pussy as Master drew the waist straps tight and clicked a small padlock closed at the small of her back.
The thick, pink rubber encased her pussy completely, tight enough that she couldn't even slip a finger between the gusset and her skin. At the back the straps spread out, leaving her asshole free, and as she ran her fingers across her pussy she realized that there was a small gap in the center, just wide enough to allow her to use the bathroom without having to remove the belt.
Already Kathryn felt her juices begin to leak from the tight seal between the rubber and her pussy. From the gap in the front it felt as if a steady drip was beginning, and she ached to slide her fingers back inside herself.
"Now," said Master, lifting his jacket from the back of his chair, "I need today's edition of the New York Times. Would you like to accompany me to the store?"
Chapter Two
Kathryn knew the blue denim shorts already showed a dark wet patch at her pussy where her juices leaked through the gap in the belt. The cool air conditioning in the Porsche quickly dried the honey from her thighs, but even in the chill air she felt the steaming heat radiate from her gushing pussy.
Master had dressed her himself, selecting an outfit that made her feel far too exposed. High riding denim cutoffs left the bright pinks straps of her belt perfectly exposed, and the t-shirt - cut down at the neck and knotted at the midriff - left nothing to the imagination. On the ten minute ride to the store Master played with her nipples, keeping them firm and pointed through the thin fabric.
As the car pulled into the parking lot Master issued Kathryn instructions, leaving her blushing with mortified embarrassment, before he urged her out onto the lot. He watched as she approached the store, only following when she reached the automatic door.
The moment Kathryn stepped into the store she burned pink with shame. At this time of day the aisles were quiet as the normal folk - the people who hadn't spent the morning using their body to entertain their master - were at work, but she knew there was always the chance she'd bump into somebody who knew her; somebody who had known her parents.
As instructed she headed straight for the produce aisle, sensing Master shadowing her several steps behind. She browsed for a moment, pretending everything was normal, before selecting a single carrot, a cucumber and a banana. She bagged up each item and weighed them in the electronic scales, quickly tugging at the price stickers as they emerged from the machine.
Kathryn took a deep breath and closed her eyes, steeling herself for the humiliation to come, and scanned the store for the closest assistant. She almost cursed when she saw it was an elderly man, no doubt working part time in his retirement. She slowly approached him, walkin
g like a Death Row convict on the way to the execution chamber, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Yes, Miss, how can I help?" he asked cheerfully. His name tag read 'Arnold. Here to help!'
Kathryn gulped, ready to bolt the moment she lost her nerve. "I'm... er, I'm looking for the masturbation juice. Do you know where I can find it?"
Arnold frowned. "I'm sorry, Miss, could you repeat that?"
"Yes," she muttered, turning bright crimson with embarrassment. "I'm looking for the gooey juice that helps you masturbate when you're too dry. Daddy tells he wants my pussy wetter for him."
The old man's jaw dropped with shock, but he managed to blurt a response. "Oh! Er, lubricant, aisle six, personal hygiene."
Kathryn smiled coquettishly. "Thank you, Arnold. Daddy will be so happy with me."
She smiled and blew a kiss, spun and rushed away, not daring to look over her shoulder. As she turned into aisle six she saw Master standing two aisles down, pretending to browse a display of batteries but smiling with poorly disguised pleasure.
Kathryn paused in the aisle, making sure no other customers were present, and almost collapsed against the shelves. Her face burned with shame, but between her legs her pussy gushed out of control. She was weak at the knees, shaking from head to toe. She'd never felt so erotic, so sexual. She only wished she could bury her fingers inside herself to give her the release she so desperately craved, but when her fingers drifted between her legs they met only thick, sensationless rubber through her denim shorts. It was torture.
And Kathryn knew the ordeal was not yet over. When she composed herself enough to stand unaided she picked up a tube of lubricant and a pack of extra large condoms, balancing them on top of the bagged vegetables, and made for the counter, staffed by a young blonde woman and thankfully free of other customers.
She placed her items on the counter, and the woman immediately gave Kathryn a sidelong glance as she rang them up. Kathryn smiled at the girl, preparing herself once more.
"Which of these do you think would feel more like a real cock?" she asked casually, pointing to the fruit and vegetables.
The girl laughed explosively, collapsing into a fit of giggles as Kathryn stood waiting for a response. "I don't know," she replied, gasping as she caught her breath, "but I wouldn't use the banana. Too much sugar. You'll give yourself a yeast infection."
Kathryn was taken aback by the answer. She'd expected stunned silence, not active participation. "Oh! Yeah, good point. So maybe the cucumber? Daddy wants to slide it into my tight little pussy and come for him."
The girl grinned, scanning the condoms. She glanced around to make sure nobody was in earshot, leaned in close and whispered, "Well, if you use the cucumber you should make sure to remind your Daddy to wash it down thoroughly before he puts it in you nice wet little snatch. Or he could slip one of these over it," she said, tapping the box of condoms.
"Oh, and if you and Daddy ever want to experiment maybe you could come find me." She winked. "Monday to Thursday, 9 thru 8."
Kathryn was speechless. Her legs felt like jelly, and she leaned against the counter a moment before she realized she was staring at the girl, biting her lip with hunger and lust. "Thank you," she whispered, grinning. "Maybe we will."
She began to walk away when the girl called her back. "Psst!" She gestured to Kathryn's shorts. "You might wanna hold your bag in front of you, cutie. Looks like you won't be needing the lube."
Kathryn looked down at her shorts and saw a large, drenched dark patch spread across the front. She gasped and snatched her bag in front of her, striding as quickly as she could from the store as the girl followed her with her eyes.
Master was waiting at the car when she arrived, smiling softly. "I'm very impressed, Kathryn. I take you out to the store, and you come home with a date."
Kathryn only had one thing on her mind. "Please, Master, take off the belt. I can't go any longer. I need to come. Please." Her voice quavered as she begged, but Master was unmoved. He just reached down to her legs and ran his fingers along her inner thighs, slipping them up to the tight, wet seal where the rubber met her soaked skin.
"My, you are wet, aren't you. Doesn't it feel nice, sitting right on the brink for so long?"
Kathryn whined. No, it doesn't feel nice. It's torture! "Yes, Master, it does."
She waited for Master to allow her into the car, but instead he took the bag from her, fished out the cucumber and laid it on the roof of the car. "Slide down your shorts and bend over the car, Kathryn. Let me see that pretty little asshole."
She looked around the lot, startled by his request, certain that at any moment a car would pull in, a customer would walk from the store. Seeing the lot was empty, and the car was shielded from the road by a row of hedges, she meekly slipped her shorts to her ankles and braced herself against the hood. She bit her lip, turning her head to watch as Master snapped the cucumber in half, rolled a condom down the firm, thin shaft of the vegetable and slathered it with lube.
"You did well in the store, Kathryn, but you didn't follow my instructions to the letter. You forgot to pick up a copy of the New York Times as I asked, so you're going to ride home with this inside you. I don't want your juices dirtying my car, so if you can't control yourself I'll have to punish you. Spread your legs for me, nice and wide."
Kathryn winced as the cool, slick cucumber pressed against the tight button of her asshole, but unlike the first time Master had spread her puckered sphincter she was much more relaxed as he began to apply pressure. The lube helped spread her quicker, and in just a matter of seconds her ring relaxed to allow the shaft to slide into her, filling her deep.
For a moment Kathryn panicked that the cucumber might slide fully inside her, and she sighed with relief when Master looped the base of the condom through the pink rubber strap of the belt and knotted it, anchoring it in place.
"That's better. Doesn't it feel good to have a nice, full ass, Kathryn?" He slid her shorts back up, buttoning them before gently patting the tip of the cucumber poking from her asshole.
Her voice shuddered as the cucumber slid around inside her. "Yes, Master, it feels wonderful. Thank you."
Only then did he open the passenger door and allow her to enter the car. She moved carefully, mindful of every movement as the rubber straps tugged on the condom, shifting the cucumber around inside her. She lowered herself slowly into the seat, pinching her nipple to distract herself from the feeling. When Master slid into the driver's seat and gunned the engine the vibrations throbbed through her, evoking a wave of pleasure that almost sent her over the edge. It was only by pinching herself so hard that she yelped with shock that she was able to pull back once more.
The car interior was baking hot after sitting in the sun, and in the close air Kathryn became aware of her rich scent. Hours of arousal had left her saturated in her own honey, and the air was thick with a mixture of Master's come, her own juices and a sharp edge of sweat. She cursed the aroma, wishing the thick, pungent scent didn't remind her so readily of skin on skin, of thick, veined shafts forcing into slick, silky cavities.
Kathryn felt every pothole, every twist and turn, every stroke of the engine throbbing through her tightly filled ass. The cucumber slipped against her interior, probing her so deep she felt as if she was entering a trance like state. Her eyes glazed over as they drove, the road just a blur. Nothing beyond her body mattered anymore, and she knew that the arrival of her orgasm was only a matter of time. This was just too much for her to handle.
"Please, Master, I can't take any more," she whispered weakly. She barely had the strength to speak, her mind was so focused on the object vibrating deep inside. Beneath her she could feel her juices pooling on the leather seat, and she knew if she removed her shorts they'd drip with her thick, rich honey.
Master ignored her, focused on the road. She couldn't see what was occupying his attention, but moments later she felt it. Master had aimed the wheels for a rumble strip in the verge, a line of ra
ised bumps to warn drivers to stay in lane. As they passed over the strip the car began to vibrate heavily, and Kathryn knew she'd reached her limit. She wept as her orgasm swept through her, raging through her tormented, gushing pussy, so powerful that she imagined her burning clit melting a hole in the rubber shield squeezed tightly across her slick pussy.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" she yelled, bracing her arms against the windscreen as her body convulsed. Through the tight gap in her chastity belt she felt hot juice spray out of her and down her thigh, great volumes of it that made her skin glisten.
Master slammed on the brakes, bringing the Porsche to a skidding halt that lifted Kathryn into the air before thumping her back down, driving the cucumber deeper into her ass. She yelled with an equal measure of shock, fear and ecstasy, and before she knew what was happening Master had pulled her from her seat, laid her over his lap and yanked down her shorts so roughly that the button popped off.
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