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uncontrollably. Whatever Aiden had spread on her pussy and tits set a fire to her, in a good way, but only if she were permitted to do something about it, which she wasn’t.
She moaned as she climbed to the kneeling position after the men left the apartment. Did the cameras have speakers? “God, I hope not. If so, I’m doomed.”
Legs spread, she pondered the idea of waiting five minutes to begin. Surely they weren’t watching her from their cell phones as they walked to the restaurant. On the other hand, she wouldn’t put it past them and she also had no idea if the surveillance was in real time or if they could rewind to watch her humiliate herself over and over.
A low groan filled the room as she picked up the metal balls. It had to be her own voice. No one else was here. She shook her head.
She carefully stuffed the spheres inside her, trying not to touch herself more than necessary. If she could do it with one hand for as long as possible, she would, in order to avoid contact with her lower lips and her poor clit.
Before she could right herself, the balls fell out.
“Fuck.” She reinserted them. And again. And again.
Finally, she lasted maybe three seconds. And then four.
She began to sweat. Earlier she’d been cold in this room. Now she concentrated so hard the temperature around her rose.
If Aiden thought she would grow dry, he was crazy. She was sopping wet. No wonder the balls wouldn’t stay in. There was no traction.
The metal clanked together as it hit the mat again. She glanced at the mocking shiny pieces of her demise and then at the camera. Were they watching?
She inched her knees closer, hoping it wasn’t perceptible. Just a few inches. Enough to help her grip the fuckers.
Again. This time she held them a moment longer. She repeated the process over and over, straining to use muscles she never knew she had.
How much time had gone by? She hadn’t been given permission to check the clock, so she didn’t dare. As it was, she would be in for a long night of torture. Who knew how many points she would have in her naughty column before she fell asleep? The idea of being punished all evening made her hold her breath. Dane and Aiden’s idea of punishment meant hours of fondling her before they let her tip over the edge. She both craved and loathed the torment.
Her nipples grew warmer. They begged for attention. She brushed her forearms over them as subtly as possible each time she leaned forward to reinstate the balls. The friction only made things worse. Her pussy dripped. A line of her arousal ran down both legs and onto the mat. The balls had spread the lube inside her and all around her lower lips. Any place Aiden had missed was covered now.
Her clit throbbed, but she didn’t dare brush against it. That would lead to a point from which there would be no return.
After hundreds of marginally successful insertions, the phone pinged.
Stephanie exhaled and sat back on her heels, reaching for the cell.
Aiden: You may stop. You did good. I’m proud of you. Of course, your success nearly doubled when you brought your knees closer, didn’t it?
Fuck. He had been watching and he had noticed.
She flushed hotly.
The phone chimed again in her hand and she stared at the screen.
Aiden: Use the restroom. Reapply the ointment. Eat the snack on the middle shelf in the fridge. Come back to the mat.
That was it. So succinct.
Stephanie took the lubricant to the bathroom with her. They didn’t say she couldn’t. She took care of business, cleaned herself up with flushable wipes behind the stool, and then spread another line of the oily substance on her nipples and all around her pussy. Why she was so generous when no one could see her, she had no idea.
She was incapable of disobeying their orders. She was like a robot. They said jump, and she…stumbled over her two feet most of the time.
Yogurt and crackers awaited her. She gobbled the welcome snack and returned to the mat. Now what?
The damn
She moaned as she climbed to the kneeling position after the men left the apartment. Did the cameras have speakers? “God, I hope not. If so, I’m doomed.”
Legs spread, she pondered the idea of waiting five minutes to begin. Surely they weren’t watching her from their cell phones as they walked to the restaurant. On the other hand, she wouldn’t put it past them and she also had no idea if the surveillance was in real time or if they could rewind to watch her humiliate herself over and over.
A low groan filled the room as she picked up the metal balls. It had to be her own voice. No one else was here. She shook her head.
She carefully stuffed the spheres inside her, trying not to touch herself more than necessary. If she could do it with one hand for as long as possible, she would, in order to avoid contact with her lower lips and her poor clit.
Before she could right herself, the balls fell out.
“Fuck.” She reinserted them. And again. And again.
Finally, she lasted maybe three seconds. And then four.
She began to sweat. Earlier she’d been cold in this room. Now she concentrated so hard the temperature around her rose.
If Aiden thought she would grow dry, he was crazy. She was sopping wet. No wonder the balls wouldn’t stay in. There was no traction.
The metal clanked together as it hit the mat again. She glanced at the mocking shiny pieces of her demise and then at the camera. Were they watching?
She inched her knees closer, hoping it wasn’t perceptible. Just a few inches. Enough to help her grip the fuckers.
Again. This time she held them a moment longer. She repeated the process over and over, straining to use muscles she never knew she had.
How much time had gone by? She hadn’t been given permission to check the clock, so she didn’t dare. As it was, she would be in for a long night of torture. Who knew how many points she would have in her naughty column before she fell asleep? The idea of being punished all evening made her hold her breath. Dane and Aiden’s idea of punishment meant hours of fondling her before they let her tip over the edge. She both craved and loathed the torment.
Her nipples grew warmer. They begged for attention. She brushed her forearms over them as subtly as possible each time she leaned forward to reinstate the balls. The friction only made things worse. Her pussy dripped. A line of her arousal ran down both legs and onto the mat. The balls had spread the lube inside her and all around her lower lips. Any place Aiden had missed was covered now.
Her clit throbbed, but she didn’t dare brush against it. That would lead to a point from which there would be no return.
After hundreds of marginally successful insertions, the phone pinged.
Stephanie exhaled and sat back on her heels, reaching for the cell.
Aiden: You may stop. You did good. I’m proud of you. Of course, your success nearly doubled when you brought your knees closer, didn’t it?
Fuck. He had been watching and he had noticed.
She flushed hotly.
The phone chimed again in her hand and she stared at the screen.
Aiden: Use the restroom. Reapply the ointment. Eat the snack on the middle shelf in the fridge. Come back to the mat.
That was it. So succinct.
Stephanie took the lubricant to the bathroom with her. They didn’t say she couldn’t. She took care of business, cleaned herself up with flushable wipes behind the stool, and then spread another line of the oily substance on her nipples and all around her pussy. Why she was so generous when no one could see her, she had no idea.
She was incapable of disobeying their orders. She was like a robot. They said jump, and she…stumbled over her two feet most of the time.
Yogurt and crackers awaited her. She gobbled the welcome snack and returned to the mat. Now what?
The damn
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