“Very good, slave,” Master whispered gently, as Alicia continued to suck his thumb, lick his palm. “You have been a good girl.” She shivered at those words, and pinched her nipples tighter. “How do you feel?” His question was tender, caring. Alicia looked up into His eyes, so deeply in love with Him. His thumb teased her lips, caressing them, letting her suck and release for another caress around her mouth. Suck and release. “Is there anything you want, slave?”
“Something in my cunt, Master? Please?” The emptiness between her legs seemed to have been there forever. Hours of orgasm at Master’s command was driving her into delicious insanity, helpless dependence. But she ached to have something inside her pussy.
“Something in your cunt, slut?” Master’s tone clearly indicated that He disapproved. Then His look changed, and His eyes flicked around the living room for a moment, searching. His gaze fell upon something on a small table, and He smiled, wryly. “Fetch me a stone from the little table fountain, there, slave. A small one.”
Alicia turned, and crawled to the fountain, uncertain what to do next.
“With your hand, Alicia. I don’t want you hurting your teeth,” Master chuckled. “A small one. Nice and smooth.”
She reached into the shallow dish, and pulled out a round, black stone. Oblong, about an inch in length. Dark gray, and polished smooth, so that it was almost shiny — even without the water. She turned again, and crawled back to Master, the stone in her right hand.
“Sit on your heels and spread your legs,” He commanded. As Alicia did so, Master commanded, “Now, push the stone up into your pussy.”
Alicia’s pussy was wet and dribbling. The stone slipped in easily. In fact, she was so wet, the stone quickly slipped out again, and dropped onto the floor, coated with her juices.
“That won’t do, slave. I want you to KEEP that stone in your pussy.”
* * * * * *
Twenty-fourth floor! The elevator doors opened, and Alicia walked dazedly into the hallway. She glanced at her watch. Still five minutes till nine o’clock. If she hurried…
Alicia walked into the women’s restroom and set her purse down on the sink. She retrieved the quarter from her purse, along with the small bottle of antibacterial soap she always carried with her. Turning on the water, she rinsed the quarter. Then she opened the bottle and applied a single drop of the soap to the coin, and washed it. So little time! She capped the bottle and put it back in her purse, then quickly trotted to a stall and locked herself in, holding the wet quarter in her left hand.
Inside, Alicia hung her purse over the coat hook, then stood with her legs as wide apart as she could, inside the cramped space. She lifted the front of her skirt, rolling it and tucking it, so it stayed up near her waist. She pushed down the front of her pantyhose, and her panties, and the thick pad — just far enough to expose her pussy. Even thrusting her hips forward, she could barely see the clip. It looked like a large, shiny hairpin — pretty and gold-plated. Slid down from the top, with the loop just around her hard clit, the clip held her inner labia tightly together. Holding everything inside.
* * * * * *
“Little objects,” Master’s voice commanded. “Small… round… hard objects.” He caressed Alicia’s cheek, and she shuddered with ecstasy at the contact. Her eyes closed, languidly, then opened again. Gazing up at Him. “You need them in your pussy. You need them to cum.” Master’s thumb slipped into her mouth, its salty taste mixing with the creamy taste of His cum, that she still swallowed drop by delicious drop. Deeper and deeper. “As many as you can find.”
She heard His voice in her mind, gently speaking, programming her. So easy to remember the timbre of Master’s voice. The taste of His sperm. So hard to remember the actual words…
* * * * * *
Alicia held the loop in her right hand and slid the clip upward, just enough to open her pussy a little. Just enough to slide the quarter inside. She had to push — she could hear it “scrunch” against all the other things inside there. Looking down, she could see the time on her watch. Getting late! She quickly pushed the clip back downward again, stifling a moan as her fingers grazed her clit. No time! No time!
She quickly pulled up her panties and hose, pulled down her dress and straightened it. Grabbed her purse and shot out of the stall, walking briskly out the restroom. No time to wash her hands. Absentmindedly, she lifted her left hand to her mouth, and licked her fingers clean, tasting her own juices — just as she walked through the front door of the office where she was a paralegal. She waved “hi” to Gloria, the receptionist, then click-clicked to her desk. She sat down just as the clock reached nine, and opened her desk drawer to put her purse away.
“Good morning, Alicia!”
She nearly jumped at the voice of her boss, Mr. Philips.
“Do you have all the papers ready for Mr. and Mrs. Miller to sign?”
Flinching had pushed the clip so the loop was firmly pressed against her clit. Alicia had to struggle to look up at Mr. Philips’ face — and not down at his crotch — as she answered, “Yes, Mas… Mr. Philips!”
“Conference room four,” Mr. Philips said. He smiled, then turned and walked away.
Alicia pushed her hips back, and spread her legs a little, pressing her crotch into the office chair. The clip shifted upward again. So she could think. She unlocked the file drawer and pulled out the Miller papers, just as her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and felt the world drop away from her. Master was calling. She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear. “Yes,” she said. Almost a whisper. The only word she could say. The only word she could think. She waited to hear Master’s voice.
“Did you add anything to your pussy this morning, slut?” He asked.
“Yes,” Alicia replied, carefully choosing her words. “A quarter.”
“Cum!” Master commanded.
* * * * * *
“How many things did you put in your pussy today, slave?”
It had become a daily ritual. Sometimes, even several times a day. Master would ask how many things were in Alicia’s cunt. And if He liked the answer, He would command her to cum. But if He didn’t like the answer, He would withhold her orgasm. He would tease and torment her with how many more objects she needed to push into her cunt. And later He would ask her again. Alicia constantly found herself looking for more objects, new objects, to shove into her pussy.
She felt so packed. So full. So heavy between her legs.
She had to wear a thick pad all the time, because her pussy was constantly dripping. Always aroused. The clip held it all inside — all but the moisture. All the little things. The coins. The marbles. More smooth stones. Master had been so pleased when she said twenty-four things, let her cum — and demanded thirty. Pleased with fifty things, let her cum — and demanded sixty. When she walked, she could feel them scrunching together with every step. Keeping her constantly stimulated. Constantly wet. So very full.
Putting on her make-up this morning, she’d decided the lipstick was a shade she no longer needed. Winter was turning into spring. Time for lighter colors. The lipstick case soon found itself up her pussy. Wedged tightly next to the other lipstick cases. And the keys. And the ballpoint pens. And the candles.
Candles got so warm and soft, up inside her cunt all day. Alicia found they stuck to everything else, squeezing into tiny spaces between the objects. Making them all come out in a big lump, when Master commanded her to remove them. For washing. For cleaning.
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