“I don’t mind playing games, Jim,” Lynette said seriously, “but love isn’t a game.”
Lynette led me into the apartment. Kristen was handcuffed to herself in the infamous “Ass Whore” hooks in the floor of the living room. A black hood was over her head.
I almost chuckled at the image, but I knew that Kristen knew me very well, and that would give my identity away. I pointed to my watch and mouthed “How long?”
Lynette held up both hands and flashed them twice, indicating twenty minutes.
Lynette next moved between Kristen’s legs, and pulled something out of her cunt. I heard a buzzing and realized that all the time that Lynette was gone, Kristen had an active vibrator inside her. “I see that she hasn’t dropped this,” Lynette announced. “Think we should get her ready for anal?”
Lynette touched the buzzing vibrator on Kristen’s exposed ass pucker. I could see Kristen shaking her head violently, but she was unable to do anything to prevent the anal violation. Kristen actually froze when Lynette gave the vibrator a gentle shove down.
“Don’t worry,” Lynette mouthed to me when she saw the alarmed expression on my own face.
I trusted Lynette.
Lynette stopped her pressing, and said, “Pussy Slave seems hesitant. Do you want to say something?”
Kristen nodded her head frantically.
Lynette reached within the black hood and untied something. She said, “Spit it out” and Kristen’s head convulsed a couple of times.
Finally, Kristen said, “Please, Mistress!”
“Quiet!” Lynette demanded as she slapped her hand on Kristen’s ass loudly.
Kristen shut up immediately, and Lynette put the wet rags on a nearby end table. I moved over and saw that they weren’t rags at all, but panties belonging to Kristen’s favorite collection of exotic lingerie. Lynette actually gagged Kristen with her own lingerie!
“You can answer, ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ Pussy Slave. Any other words will cause me to reinsert this vibrator into your anal cavity. Do you understand?” Lynette moved the still-buzzing vibrator to Kristen’s ear.
“Yes, Mistress,” Kristen said.
I could hear the distress in Kristen’s voice.
“I have two dollars from this nice young man, here. He’s indicated that he likes what he sees. If I allow your ass to remain virgin, will you spend the night with him, allowing him to use your body as he sees fit, orally or in your cunt, and as many times as he wants?” Lynette asked.
Kristen answered, “No, Mistress.”
Without warning, Lynette paddled Kristen’s ass. “I’ve told you the penalty for saying ‘no,’ Pussy Slave.”
Kristen continued shaking her head.
“The alternative will be for me to demonstrate that you have been broken in by my insertion of this vibrator into your ass as far as I can put it. Would you prefer that?”
Kristen continued shaking her head. She knew what the penalty would be if she gave voice to her answer.
“Will you blow the guy that I have brought over?” Lynette asked.
Kristen nodded, and realized she was allowed to answer in the affirmative. “Yes, Mistress!”
“Will you let him fuck you?” Lynette asked.
“I can’t prevent him in this position!” Kristen complained.
Lynette slapped Kristen’s ass again. “I told you ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ only, Pussy Slave!”
Kristen shook her head. She knew that Lynette could have her fucked easily, but Kristen indicated that she wouldn’t be willing.
“Excuse me, sir,” Lynette said to me. “Can you give me that strap over there?” Lynette indicated something that looked like a white scarf. She put her finger to her mouth to tell me not to say anything.
I handed the scarf to Lynette.
Kristen was shaking her head violently.
Lynette pushed the vibrator back into Kristen’s cunt, but left most of it out. She positioned it so that the back part of it was touching Kristen’s quite erect clit. She then took the scarf and wrapped it between Kristen’s legs and tied it above Kristen’s ass, the scarf holding the vibrator against Kristen’s most sensitive nubbin.
“Fuck!” Kristen cried, her voice quavering as the dildo was resting against her sensitive places.
Lynette cheerfully slapped Kristen’s ass one more time.
The two of us watched Kristen as she tried in vain to wiggle to dislodge the vibrator from its secured location.
“Here’s the deal, Pussy Slave. If the batteries run out, and they’ve been running continuously for a half hour, you win, and I’ll tell this gentleman to leave. However, if you have an orgasm before the batteries give out, then you will have to blow this boy. So now, it’s you against your own body.”
I smiled. Without my cock or semen in her mouth, Kristen always found it difficult to achieve orgasm, although that wasn’t always true with other females, I noticed. Despite this, Lynette knew what a vibrator strategically placed on a vagina would do.
Who would win out?
Kristen’s ass was dancing in the air as she tried, fruitlessly, to dislodge the tormenting object.
I watched the scene play out, and finally, Kristen threw caution to the air.
“MISTRESS!” Kristen cried out.
Lynette dutifully slapped Kristen’s ass.
Kristen wouldn’t be deterred. “Give me the guy’s cock. Let me blow him. Don’t make me come; I don’t deserve it!”
This was an interesting turn of events. I looked at Lynette, who looked more than a bit surprised.
I shrugged back at Lynette.
“All right, Pussy Slave,” Lynette said, finally. “You suck him, and make him achieve orgasm before you do, and I’ll stop your punishment.”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Kristen said.
I know that I wasn’t the only male that Kristen took to bed. Her first partner was Will, and he took her virginity. I believe that I was Kristen’s second and only other male partner, although I knew that she spent some time with Archy Jonas during the Senior Weekend last spring.
This opened up a new twist, though.
Due to my shortsighted desire for revenge a year back, Kristen had difficulty reaching orgasm thanks to the Lucky Tickets. My wish was that she could only orgasm with my dick or sperm in her mouth. Since I made that wish, I did just about all I could to remove that fixation, but I was only able to lessen her cravings. The effect of the wish made it quite easy for Kristen to come when she was sucking me, and she put that effect to good use in the past.
Now, however, Kristen didn’t have any idea that I was the boy in the room with her. How would Kristen’s body react if her lips touched my dick and she didn’t know that it was my dick? I never tried to do such an experiment before—it never even occurred to me that it might help me get an understanding of the tickets.
I nodded at Lynette, and unzipped my jeans and stuck my rigidly erect dick toward Kristen. I squatted to allow my dick to get access to Kristen’s mouth.
Lynette pulled Kristen’s head up to meet with my cock. It was only in her mouth for a moment before Kristen pulled her head away. ”JIM!“ Kristen screamed, ”I HAD HOPED… Ahh…”
The rest of Kristen’s monologue was reduced to incoherency as she reached orgasm at that very moment.
Lynette was shocked. Kristen not only recognized my cock, but came almost the moment my dick entered her mouth. She watched Kristen, stunned, as Kristen continued moaning and writhing her ass in the air. The sight was hypnotic, and I found myself transfixed by the vision of Kristen achieving her ecstasy.