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The phone rang, and there was the familiar voice again.
‘You will receive two packages today. The first is an earpiece for the phone. You are to keep it in at all times so that I can speak to you immediately. I will be able to see when you have the earpiece in place and you will get your instructions about the second delivery shortly. Today you should dress in your see through bra and knickers with a skirt short enough to show your knickers when you bend forward and see through blouse.’
The voice disappeared and I breathed out. What was in store for me today?
I went upstairs and picked out the required clothes and dressed. My nipples showed very clearly through the bra. I almost might as well have been nude. I looked in the mirror; someone was going to get a treat, whoever this was for. I turned away and bent over and sure enough, there was a clear view of my knickers. It was just as well I was fully shaved or more would have been obvious but it was a nice view all the same. I wiggled my ass at the mirror and got ready to be Cable Slave again. The thought crossed my mind that I was beginning to enjoy what I was supposedly being compelled to do. Cable Slut might have been a better name but a label was just a marketing tool wasn’t it. I knew who I was and I was enjoying it. One day I’ll have to tell hubby.
The first delivery came five minutes later and sure enough, there was an earpiece and very slim head set. I put it on and waited to see what happened. Nothing, I wondered if it was working or was he just teasing me. I guess I looked puzzled because there was a click and then a voice.
‘Stand by.’
A few minutes later the door rang again and the second delivery arrived. The deliveryman asked me to sign for it and got a good look at all he could see. I wondered if I was supposed to screw him as part of the deal. I was waiting for the earpiece to tell me to fuck him right there in the van. The guy dropped his pencil and I thought that must be a cue so I faced away from him and bent down to pick it up. He must have had a great view up my panties. The voice in my ear appeared.
‘I didn’t tell you to show off to the van driver. Take the delivery and be ready for your real job for the day.’
A bit surprised I got up with the pencil and turned to give it to the driver,
‘Where do I sign?’
He looked shocked at my brazen display in front of him and just held out his hand with a clipboard. He let down the back of the van and got out some sack trucks, and wheeled out a tall object about the size of a really big grandfather clock.
‘Tell him to set it up in the living room on the back wall between the two cameras,’ said the voice in my ear.
It took a bit of struggling but in five minutes it was in place. The deliveryman left and I locked the door and went back to the living room to examine the package.
‘Take the cover off it.’
I unzipped the cover and removed it and sure enough, there was a grandfather clock. What the hell kind of kink was this? It was a quality clock, a smooth wooden box with fake antique work framing around the edge and a mirrored face with an ornate set of hands already set to the right time. The only strange thing was that below waist height was an extra box fitted on the front, maybe it was the way you wound it up. I was really curious to know what the entertainment could be that I was expected to perform. I was sure that for all this trouble there must be plenty of his customers watching already.
‘Go make some coffee and sit opposite the clock while you drink it. Bring your remote control plug with you and the chastity belt.’
I made coffee and brought it back into the room and dutifully set myself opposite the clock.
‘Spread your legs and let your skirt ride up, play with yourself with one hand while you drink.’
I drank and played as instructed, I guessed there must be some extra camera in the box so that they could see me from another angle. It seemed like a lot of trouble to go to when I could have turned the chair round and played straight at the fixed cameras.
After a few minutes of this, I had drunk about half the coffee and was feeling a bit wet when the voice came again.
‘Put down your coffee and go and remove the small box from the front of the clock. Do not look surprised.’
The mystery deepened. I took off the small box and was shocked at what I saw. I felt a gush of wetness between my legs. There was a half rigid cock sticking out of the box. I must have looked shocked.
‘You were told not to look shocked. That man has paid good money to be in there. Your job is to make it worth it. Play with it and get it hard and don’t let him come.’
I put the box down and looked hard at the mirrored face of the clock. There had to be a man inside and I suspected that the clock face was a two-way mirror, so he could see me but all I could see were the hands of the clock. I took the cock in my hands and started to play with it. It rose to my touch and was fully stiff in no time.
‘Don’t let it come. Now that its is hard, your job is to keep it that way. Strip slow and sexy and hang your knickers on the cock. Then put the remote control up your butt.’
I stepped slowly back from the clock making sure I was in full view and started to unbutton my blouse. I kept my eyes on the cock but it was holding up fine. I smiled seductively at the clock face and continued down the buttons and slid out of my blouse. What next, the bra or the skirt? I played with my nipples through the bra, teased the top down and slid my hands behind my back as though the clasp was coming off next but then slipped my hands down to the zip on the skirt and turned around to let him watch. I eased the skirt down over my ass trying not to pull the panties down with it. I glanced over my shoulder and gave the clock and encouraging look; the erection was still rock hard.
I turned back around and played with my bra some more but it was so transparent that there was not going to be much else to see when it came off. I looked straight at the clock face as wantonly as I could and stroked my panties down over my thighs and wriggled until they fell to the floor. I stepped out with one foot, spread my legs a bit and turned around so that my bum faced the clock and wiggled it as a bent down to pick up the panties. I lifted the knickers up to my face and blew the clock a kiss as I took the panties in my teeth.
He was rock hard, I knelt down and shuffled on my knees towards the waiting cock protruding out of the box. I knew that once I got really close he would not be able to see what I was doing but I guess that made it all the better. When I got close enough I brushed the cock with the panties and watched as it quivered. I stroked it several times. It was fun watching the effect because he had no idea when the next touch was going to happen so I made sure there was no rhythm; each touch was a surprise and the way it jumped they might as well have been electric shocks. Eventually, I hooked one leg hole over the cock and let the panties hang. It was so hard and throbbing I couldn’t resist a little bite, just a little nibble drawing the foreskin out and letting it go. I think if it got any harder it would have burst. I could see I tiny drop of precum on the tip. I carefully licked and sucked it away then stood up pressing myself against the cock as I did so. My face must have been an inch from whoever was behind the clock face.
I kissed the clock where I thought his lips must be then slowly turned around letting the cock bump over the crack in my bum a few times as I wiggled and walked into full view. Still with my back to the clock, I took off my bra and turned around fully nude to hang the bra over the clock face. I figured one eye was seeing me through bra and the other got a full view.
I was enjoying myself being a real slut; I’d never had a captive cock to play with before. I had heard about guys who like being tied up and played with by dominant women, but having yourself delivered in a box with your cock sticking out had to be something else. My knickers were still nicely hanging from the rock hard erection when the voice in my head came back again.
‘Put your remote control up your butt and fix it in place with the chastity belt then attach the battery pack.’
I thought what this must be like to watch. I wondered if the man in the clock knew what I was going to do. I picked up the butt plug and lubricated it, turned my bum towards the clock and started to slide it in. I did think about the other customers who might be watching on the cameras but I guessed that the guy in the box was probably paying the most; besides it might make others want to have a go in the box; I almost giggled to myself at the thought of several boxed up cocks in a line, or set up in different rooms around the house. I wondered how many I could keep hard at once.
I worked the plug into my butt and felt the familiar burst of relief as it sank in and my muscles snugged around the narrow bit. I felt it settle in with that now familiar plugged feeling. I jiggled my ass at the clock and turned around to see if the panties were still in place. He was rock hard and they dangled sexily from the shaft. I grinned and blew a kiss at the clock face. I was just starting to think what else I could do to this captive cock. I was beginning to like the look of it, especially the way it quivered when I did things. I felt really powerful, what a great game. I should have known better.
I grabbed the chastity belt and took half a minute messing with the lock to get it on. I stopped concentrating on the cock in the clock while I did that and then did a twirl and gave it a quick lick to make sure it stayed up.
‘You are getting the idea. You have to keep him hard and keep those panties in place for as long as you can. Don’t let him come, don’t let him drop, there are lots of people watching and they all have bets on when he comes and when the panties drop.
‘Who is going to unlock me? I don’t have a key.’
The answer came back instantly
‘Something to look forward to. When the van driver calls to collect the clock he will have a key, you will, of course, have to satisfy him to get him to unlock you, but a slut like you should have no trouble. Now the game starts. The man in the clock has a remote control which can work your butt plug. He can shock you any time he wants and as much as he wants because that is his only means of communication. You have to keep him hard until all the bets have expired. If he comes too soon you will be punished. Enjoy your day.’
I could feel my anus contract around the plug. There was no way I could get it out, and I could already imagine the shocks I would get. They might be gentle vibrations or they might blow my butt off; I would soon find out.
I watched the hands on the clock move past ten. How long did I have to keep this cock hard? What would people bet on? The guys watching must all be getting off on watching me. Did that mean they would bet on short times? I could only hope. At the moment, the flag pole was well up and my see through knickers were waving in the breeze. I thought maybe I could go get another drink so I set off for the door. The shock went up me like a lightening bolt and I dropped to my knees and crawled back to the cock licking it up to its full height as fast as I could. I was rewarded with a gentle buzzing in my butt. I gently sucked and licked keeping the cock hard without getting it too excited but there was no way I could keep it like this indefinitely; it was bound to pop. I stood up and moved back so I was in full view of the clock face and smiled, cupping my tits and looking as provocative as I could. Actually, it is hard to be much of a tease when you are totally naked in front of a clock that has just seen you plug yourself and strap it in with a steel and leather chastity belt. I twirled around and edged my way towards the door but the power of the shocks just increased.
That game went on for an hour and as long as I stayed in view and tweaked his cock every minute or so I just got a gentle buzzing; if I strayed too far away then he started to blow my butt off. I was beginning to feel thirsty and also desperate to pee. How could I get it across to the man in the clock? I played with him some more and then pulled back and pointed to my mouth but he just thought I wanted to suck him.
Every time I put my finger to my lips the buzzing got more frantic and I had to suck him to get it to stop. I tried pointing at my bladder, meaning that I wanted to pee but that sent the wrong message as well but what could I do? I was wearing a chastity belt. I couldn’t fuck him if I wanted to. I won’t deny that I did want to, but there was no way. I went back to the blowjobs and tit jobs and kept working to keep him on the edge.
I just had to pee; I should have gone before all this started. There was no way I was going to let it go all over the carpet because I’d never get it cleaned before hubby got home. Thinking about pee was too distracting. I had to crawl over to the clock and refresh the cock to stop it wilting. Wilting, that reminded my about the flowers; they were wilting. I’d meant to top up the water and I forgot. There might be room in that vase. I danced over to the flowers and pulled one out and held it in my teeth as I twirled around. I took it out and stuck the stem in my belt. Then placed another one on the opposite side. I turned my butt towards the clock and stuffed the rest of the bunch in the belt so they hung down over my butt and then shook it at the clock.
I turned around, pulled out the flowers and scattered them on the floor. I squatted down, spread my legs enough to get the vase lined up with the right hole and filled it with pee. I watched the cock. It slowly fell as the pee poured out of me. It was surreal. It looked as though my pee was deflating him. At this rate, my panties would fall off his cock before I was done.
He came to my rescue. I must have been about half way empty when the bastard gave me the first shock. Not massive, but almost enough to send pee flying everywhere. He knew what he was doing. I could imagine him laughing inside the clock as he blasted my butt with random shocks trying to throw me off my vase. I kept peeing but he must have enjoyed seeing me jerk around because he stiffened up enough to keep the flag flying. By the time, I’d stopped dripping the vase was brim full. I planned to move it somewhere safe but when I tried to stand up I was shaking too much.
I sat on the floor and looked at it; got my breath back and wrapped my hands around it to start again. Bang, bang, bang; he made it very obvious that he would set my bum on fire if I tried to move the pee. If I tried I knew I would end up spilling it. There had to be an answer to this game; something he wanted me to do. I must have looked at that brimming container for a minute before it dawned on me. There was only one thing for it; I had to get rid of some of the liquid. I leaned forward and applied my lips to the rim and got a gentle, almost tender, buzzing as a reward. I’ve never drunk pee before but there has to be a first time for everything. I managed about an inch and swallowed it all before I thought it was safe to carry the thing to the corner of the room. On the way back I picked up the wrecked flowers and threw them in the same corner.
I sat on the floor in front of the clock and kept licking and sucking and tried to let my backside settle down from the hammering it had taken. My insides felt a bit like jelly and there was no way I was not going to do what he wanted for a while. I just concentrated on the cock in front of me. Gentle full-length lick, nibble at the foreskin, lips around the tip, slide down the shaft deep throating as much as I could and back up. Slow and gentle, trying to keep it about the same hardness, every now and then I sat back and watched it to see if any precum was slipping out. Each time I eased off and waited for the buzz and shock that said, “More please.” I was just becoming a cock whore totally. You should try it; spend ten minutes, fifteen maybe, being completely intimate with a swollen cock and it begins to take over you soul.
After what seemed an age, my back end had settled enough that I thought I could risk something different. I sat back away from the cock and gradually lay on my back. I was sure he could see me. I played with my tits and let my hand stray down across my belly trying to play with myself through the chastity belt and at the same time I put one foot up against the clock and started to stroke his cock with my toes. If I could keep him interested like that I could at least get some rest. I was beginning to feel a mess, sweating from the effort of withstanding the shocks and so much time on my knees. My legs were stiff and my back was aching; a bit of rest lying down was wonderful. I played with the cock with one foot and then the other and some of the time with both and I played with my tits to try and keep his attention. I could feel him flagging a bit and the thing between my feet was not as hard as it had been. I was tempted to tie the panties tight round the shaft; that would keep it up and stop them falling at the same time. I had a nasty feeling it would be against the rules and I’d get my butt hole blasted to bits if I did.
I looked at the clock, but what was the point? It was the bets I really needed to see. At least if he wilted or blew now no one could say I hadn’t tried. I didn’t know who was flagging the most, him or me. I tried to think what I would do when it was over. I was locked into the belt so a fuck was out of the question. I had been working hard as a whore for hours and it was getting to me. I was so wet I felt I was dripping. I was messy round the belt and I could feel it sticking to my labia because there was so much dried secretion. Maybe it was just as well I couldn’t fuck him; I might be so sticky I’d never get him in. I hoped the guys laying bets were happy.
I don’t know why I assumed it must be guys watching; maybe there were some women there who were turned on by seeing a slut work herself stupid keeping a cock up sticking out of a box. I turned myself sideways to get a different position and show my bum to one of the cameras. I heaved myself up so they could look straight at my holes from behind. Of course, all they could see was my belt and the outline of the butt plug jutting out around the leather. I tried to imagine what the camera man would do. Could he split the screen and get my crack and the remote controlled vibe in my butt on one side and my mouth working away at the cock on the other. I could picture it. I wiggled my bum at the camera and looked up a bit so that they could see me working at the ultimate endless blowjob. In my minds eye, it was a really sexy picture. I hoped they were making the most of it. If anyone had been watching all this time they must be getting weary. I wondered how many of them had come already. That was a nice thought as well; all these cocks the other side of the camera being made to come by my antics, hmmm.
All this sexy thinking helped me through till two o’clock. The flagpole was still up and the panties still flying.
There was a crackle in my ear. ‘Well done,’ said the voice. ‘He’s all yours until collected.’
The guy in the box must have known as well because it only took a moment for me to push him over the edge. I was surprised he still had it in him but in a few seconds he was spurting everywhere; it was all over my face and in my hair before I could blink. I just got my mouth over it and sucked hard because I didn’t want to be cleaning cum off the carpet. I just kept swallowing and sucking until I could feel the throbbing stop and I kept on as he gradually wilted. I was giggling because I was so relieved that it was over. He gave me a little buzz on the vibrator, which reminded me that I was still at his mercy and then it cut off. His time was up but of course, the cable man could hit me if he wanted to.
Right on cue his voice came in my ear
‘Get off him and put the box back on then put the cover on and zip him up the van will be here in a moment.’
I had just done all that when the doorbell rang.
‘Go and answer it.’
I was naked, with my face and hair covered in cum and sticky and sweaty form all my exertions. He knew what I was thinking.
‘Don’t worry what you look like slut, just open the door.’
It was a different driver. This one looked me up and down then pushed me into the house.
‘Looks like your mouth has done enough for one day’ he said and reached for the lock on the belt. I heard the lock click. I was so relieved to be out of it that I almost feinted. I reached down to disconnect the wire and take out the butt plug.
‘Did I say you could do that slut?’
I shrank back and he picked up the battery pack, I knew there was a button on it and he found it in a second. There was no subtlety about it, on or off, and on meant a great whack up the plug. It wasn’t long in coming.
‘Turn around or you will get another, I’ve got just the place for a slut like you.’ He opened the front door and shoved me into the back of the van.
‘Lie on the floor and spread.’ The floor was cold and dirty but what choice did I have? I knew I was going to be fucked and I was not supposed to enjoy it but he obviously did. At least it didn’t look like it would take long. My back was pressed onto the cold metal. He was a big guy, luckily I was still wet enough to let him in but it was hard and I could feel my skin rubbing along the floor of the truck. I lifted myself up and pressed up at him, but I could feel my shoulders being scraped on the floor. The last thing I needed was marks all over my back that I couldn’t explain to my husband. I had to get this guy off as fast as I could. I humped like hell, terrified that he was going to mark me and he just kept pounding away. I felt as though my back was going to be a real mess if it went on much longer.
‘Fuck me doggy’ I said, ‘A big guy like you, please turn me over, do me doggy.’
That way up I felt my knees being battered on the metal floor but I didn’t care; there are a million excuses for battered knees but scratches all over your back take rather more explaining away. It wasn’t long before he pulled out, and collapsed on top of me. I just lay still and let him recover. It might be cold but it was flat and I was not being scratched about.
He grunted and got off me.
‘Wild little thing aren’t you, just my luck. Too bad I can’t hang on and give you another go but I was told only once. You people, I don’t know what you get up to. Where’s the package?’ It seemed like seconds later he was gone. I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was straggling all over the place and my face was covered in cum. I looked around the house and it was as if nothing had happened except for my sexy clothes on the floor and the unlocked chastity belt. I suddenly remembered the butt plug and pulled out the wire. I squeezed my muscles around the plug and decided to leave it a bit longer. It reminded me what a slut I had been. It could come out once the bath was ready. I got myself upstairs carrying the clothes and belt and put them away. I ran the bath and said to the camera in the bathroom
‘Is anyone still watching?’
There was no answer. I took out the plug with some difficulty because everything was stuck and the lubricant had dried. I nursed my poor butt hole for a moment but felt euphoric and being free. I ran downstairs, carried the vase full of pee to the bathroom and threw away the wrecked flowers while the bath was filling. My butt hole knew it had been used and the hot water stung as I sunk into the bubbles. I took the earpiece out and let myself sink into the foam. What a day.
‘You will receive two packages today. The first is an earpiece for the phone. You are to keep it in at all times so that I can speak to you immediately. I will be able to see when you have the earpiece in place and you will get your instructions about the second delivery shortly. Today you should dress in your see through bra and knickers with a skirt short enough to show your knickers when you bend forward and see through blouse.’
The voice disappeared and I breathed out. What was in store for me today?
I went upstairs and picked out the required clothes and dressed. My nipples showed very clearly through the bra. I almost might as well have been nude. I looked in the mirror; someone was going to get a treat, whoever this was for. I turned away and bent over and sure enough, there was a clear view of my knickers. It was just as well I was fully shaved or more would have been obvious but it was a nice view all the same. I wiggled my ass at the mirror and got ready to be Cable Slave again. The thought crossed my mind that I was beginning to enjoy what I was supposedly being compelled to do. Cable Slut might have been a better name but a label was just a marketing tool wasn’t it. I knew who I was and I was enjoying it. One day I’ll have to tell hubby.
The first delivery came five minutes later and sure enough, there was an earpiece and very slim head set. I put it on and waited to see what happened. Nothing, I wondered if it was working or was he just teasing me. I guess I looked puzzled because there was a click and then a voice.
‘Stand by.’
A few minutes later the door rang again and the second delivery arrived. The deliveryman asked me to sign for it and got a good look at all he could see. I wondered if I was supposed to screw him as part of the deal. I was waiting for the earpiece to tell me to fuck him right there in the van. The guy dropped his pencil and I thought that must be a cue so I faced away from him and bent down to pick it up. He must have had a great view up my panties. The voice in my ear appeared.
‘I didn’t tell you to show off to the van driver. Take the delivery and be ready for your real job for the day.’
A bit surprised I got up with the pencil and turned to give it to the driver,
‘Where do I sign?’
He looked shocked at my brazen display in front of him and just held out his hand with a clipboard. He let down the back of the van and got out some sack trucks, and wheeled out a tall object about the size of a really big grandfather clock.
‘Tell him to set it up in the living room on the back wall between the two cameras,’ said the voice in my ear.
It took a bit of struggling but in five minutes it was in place. The deliveryman left and I locked the door and went back to the living room to examine the package.
‘Take the cover off it.’
I unzipped the cover and removed it and sure enough, there was a grandfather clock. What the hell kind of kink was this? It was a quality clock, a smooth wooden box with fake antique work framing around the edge and a mirrored face with an ornate set of hands already set to the right time. The only strange thing was that below waist height was an extra box fitted on the front, maybe it was the way you wound it up. I was really curious to know what the entertainment could be that I was expected to perform. I was sure that for all this trouble there must be plenty of his customers watching already.
‘Go make some coffee and sit opposite the clock while you drink it. Bring your remote control plug with you and the chastity belt.’
I made coffee and brought it back into the room and dutifully set myself opposite the clock.
‘Spread your legs and let your skirt ride up, play with yourself with one hand while you drink.’
I drank and played as instructed, I guessed there must be some extra camera in the box so that they could see me from another angle. It seemed like a lot of trouble to go to when I could have turned the chair round and played straight at the fixed cameras.
After a few minutes of this, I had drunk about half the coffee and was feeling a bit wet when the voice came again.
‘Put down your coffee and go and remove the small box from the front of the clock. Do not look surprised.’
The mystery deepened. I took off the small box and was shocked at what I saw. I felt a gush of wetness between my legs. There was a half rigid cock sticking out of the box. I must have looked shocked.
‘You were told not to look shocked. That man has paid good money to be in there. Your job is to make it worth it. Play with it and get it hard and don’t let him come.’
I put the box down and looked hard at the mirrored face of the clock. There had to be a man inside and I suspected that the clock face was a two-way mirror, so he could see me but all I could see were the hands of the clock. I took the cock in my hands and started to play with it. It rose to my touch and was fully stiff in no time.
‘Don’t let it come. Now that its is hard, your job is to keep it that way. Strip slow and sexy and hang your knickers on the cock. Then put the remote control up your butt.’
I stepped slowly back from the clock making sure I was in full view and started to unbutton my blouse. I kept my eyes on the cock but it was holding up fine. I smiled seductively at the clock face and continued down the buttons and slid out of my blouse. What next, the bra or the skirt? I played with my nipples through the bra, teased the top down and slid my hands behind my back as though the clasp was coming off next but then slipped my hands down to the zip on the skirt and turned around to let him watch. I eased the skirt down over my ass trying not to pull the panties down with it. I glanced over my shoulder and gave the clock and encouraging look; the erection was still rock hard.
I turned back around and played with my bra some more but it was so transparent that there was not going to be much else to see when it came off. I looked straight at the clock face as wantonly as I could and stroked my panties down over my thighs and wriggled until they fell to the floor. I stepped out with one foot, spread my legs a bit and turned around so that my bum faced the clock and wiggled it as a bent down to pick up the panties. I lifted the knickers up to my face and blew the clock a kiss as I took the panties in my teeth.
He was rock hard, I knelt down and shuffled on my knees towards the waiting cock protruding out of the box. I knew that once I got really close he would not be able to see what I was doing but I guess that made it all the better. When I got close enough I brushed the cock with the panties and watched as it quivered. I stroked it several times. It was fun watching the effect because he had no idea when the next touch was going to happen so I made sure there was no rhythm; each touch was a surprise and the way it jumped they might as well have been electric shocks. Eventually, I hooked one leg hole over the cock and let the panties hang. It was so hard and throbbing I couldn’t resist a little bite, just a little nibble drawing the foreskin out and letting it go. I think if it got any harder it would have burst. I could see I tiny drop of precum on the tip. I carefully licked and sucked it away then stood up pressing myself against the cock as I did so. My face must have been an inch from whoever was behind the clock face.
I kissed the clock where I thought his lips must be then slowly turned around letting the cock bump over the crack in my bum a few times as I wiggled and walked into full view. Still with my back to the clock, I took off my bra and turned around fully nude to hang the bra over the clock face. I figured one eye was seeing me through bra and the other got a full view.
I was enjoying myself being a real slut; I’d never had a captive cock to play with before. I had heard about guys who like being tied up and played with by dominant women, but having yourself delivered in a box with your cock sticking out had to be something else. My knickers were still nicely hanging from the rock hard erection when the voice in my head came back again.
‘Put your remote control up your butt and fix it in place with the chastity belt then attach the battery pack.’
I thought what this must be like to watch. I wondered if the man in the clock knew what I was going to do. I picked up the butt plug and lubricated it, turned my bum towards the clock and started to slide it in. I did think about the other customers who might be watching on the cameras but I guessed that the guy in the box was probably paying the most; besides it might make others want to have a go in the box; I almost giggled to myself at the thought of several boxed up cocks in a line, or set up in different rooms around the house. I wondered how many I could keep hard at once.
I worked the plug into my butt and felt the familiar burst of relief as it sank in and my muscles snugged around the narrow bit. I felt it settle in with that now familiar plugged feeling. I jiggled my ass at the clock and turned around to see if the panties were still in place. He was rock hard and they dangled sexily from the shaft. I grinned and blew a kiss at the clock face. I was just starting to think what else I could do to this captive cock. I was beginning to like the look of it, especially the way it quivered when I did things. I felt really powerful, what a great game. I should have known better.
I grabbed the chastity belt and took half a minute messing with the lock to get it on. I stopped concentrating on the cock in the clock while I did that and then did a twirl and gave it a quick lick to make sure it stayed up.
‘You are getting the idea. You have to keep him hard and keep those panties in place for as long as you can. Don’t let him come, don’t let him drop, there are lots of people watching and they all have bets on when he comes and when the panties drop.
‘Who is going to unlock me? I don’t have a key.’
The answer came back instantly
‘Something to look forward to. When the van driver calls to collect the clock he will have a key, you will, of course, have to satisfy him to get him to unlock you, but a slut like you should have no trouble. Now the game starts. The man in the clock has a remote control which can work your butt plug. He can shock you any time he wants and as much as he wants because that is his only means of communication. You have to keep him hard until all the bets have expired. If he comes too soon you will be punished. Enjoy your day.’
I could feel my anus contract around the plug. There was no way I could get it out, and I could already imagine the shocks I would get. They might be gentle vibrations or they might blow my butt off; I would soon find out.
I watched the hands on the clock move past ten. How long did I have to keep this cock hard? What would people bet on? The guys watching must all be getting off on watching me. Did that mean they would bet on short times? I could only hope. At the moment, the flag pole was well up and my see through knickers were waving in the breeze. I thought maybe I could go get another drink so I set off for the door. The shock went up me like a lightening bolt and I dropped to my knees and crawled back to the cock licking it up to its full height as fast as I could. I was rewarded with a gentle buzzing in my butt. I gently sucked and licked keeping the cock hard without getting it too excited but there was no way I could keep it like this indefinitely; it was bound to pop. I stood up and moved back so I was in full view of the clock face and smiled, cupping my tits and looking as provocative as I could. Actually, it is hard to be much of a tease when you are totally naked in front of a clock that has just seen you plug yourself and strap it in with a steel and leather chastity belt. I twirled around and edged my way towards the door but the power of the shocks just increased.
That game went on for an hour and as long as I stayed in view and tweaked his cock every minute or so I just got a gentle buzzing; if I strayed too far away then he started to blow my butt off. I was beginning to feel thirsty and also desperate to pee. How could I get it across to the man in the clock? I played with him some more and then pulled back and pointed to my mouth but he just thought I wanted to suck him.
Every time I put my finger to my lips the buzzing got more frantic and I had to suck him to get it to stop. I tried pointing at my bladder, meaning that I wanted to pee but that sent the wrong message as well but what could I do? I was wearing a chastity belt. I couldn’t fuck him if I wanted to. I won’t deny that I did want to, but there was no way. I went back to the blowjobs and tit jobs and kept working to keep him on the edge.
I just had to pee; I should have gone before all this started. There was no way I was going to let it go all over the carpet because I’d never get it cleaned before hubby got home. Thinking about pee was too distracting. I had to crawl over to the clock and refresh the cock to stop it wilting. Wilting, that reminded my about the flowers; they were wilting. I’d meant to top up the water and I forgot. There might be room in that vase. I danced over to the flowers and pulled one out and held it in my teeth as I twirled around. I took it out and stuck the stem in my belt. Then placed another one on the opposite side. I turned my butt towards the clock and stuffed the rest of the bunch in the belt so they hung down over my butt and then shook it at the clock.
I turned around, pulled out the flowers and scattered them on the floor. I squatted down, spread my legs enough to get the vase lined up with the right hole and filled it with pee. I watched the cock. It slowly fell as the pee poured out of me. It was surreal. It looked as though my pee was deflating him. At this rate, my panties would fall off his cock before I was done.
He came to my rescue. I must have been about half way empty when the bastard gave me the first shock. Not massive, but almost enough to send pee flying everywhere. He knew what he was doing. I could imagine him laughing inside the clock as he blasted my butt with random shocks trying to throw me off my vase. I kept peeing but he must have enjoyed seeing me jerk around because he stiffened up enough to keep the flag flying. By the time, I’d stopped dripping the vase was brim full. I planned to move it somewhere safe but when I tried to stand up I was shaking too much.
I sat on the floor and looked at it; got my breath back and wrapped my hands around it to start again. Bang, bang, bang; he made it very obvious that he would set my bum on fire if I tried to move the pee. If I tried I knew I would end up spilling it. There had to be an answer to this game; something he wanted me to do. I must have looked at that brimming container for a minute before it dawned on me. There was only one thing for it; I had to get rid of some of the liquid. I leaned forward and applied my lips to the rim and got a gentle, almost tender, buzzing as a reward. I’ve never drunk pee before but there has to be a first time for everything. I managed about an inch and swallowed it all before I thought it was safe to carry the thing to the corner of the room. On the way back I picked up the wrecked flowers and threw them in the same corner.
I sat on the floor in front of the clock and kept licking and sucking and tried to let my backside settle down from the hammering it had taken. My insides felt a bit like jelly and there was no way I was not going to do what he wanted for a while. I just concentrated on the cock in front of me. Gentle full-length lick, nibble at the foreskin, lips around the tip, slide down the shaft deep throating as much as I could and back up. Slow and gentle, trying to keep it about the same hardness, every now and then I sat back and watched it to see if any precum was slipping out. Each time I eased off and waited for the buzz and shock that said, “More please.” I was just becoming a cock whore totally. You should try it; spend ten minutes, fifteen maybe, being completely intimate with a swollen cock and it begins to take over you soul.
After what seemed an age, my back end had settled enough that I thought I could risk something different. I sat back away from the cock and gradually lay on my back. I was sure he could see me. I played with my tits and let my hand stray down across my belly trying to play with myself through the chastity belt and at the same time I put one foot up against the clock and started to stroke his cock with my toes. If I could keep him interested like that I could at least get some rest. I was beginning to feel a mess, sweating from the effort of withstanding the shocks and so much time on my knees. My legs were stiff and my back was aching; a bit of rest lying down was wonderful. I played with the cock with one foot and then the other and some of the time with both and I played with my tits to try and keep his attention. I could feel him flagging a bit and the thing between my feet was not as hard as it had been. I was tempted to tie the panties tight round the shaft; that would keep it up and stop them falling at the same time. I had a nasty feeling it would be against the rules and I’d get my butt hole blasted to bits if I did.
I looked at the clock, but what was the point? It was the bets I really needed to see. At least if he wilted or blew now no one could say I hadn’t tried. I didn’t know who was flagging the most, him or me. I tried to think what I would do when it was over. I was locked into the belt so a fuck was out of the question. I had been working hard as a whore for hours and it was getting to me. I was so wet I felt I was dripping. I was messy round the belt and I could feel it sticking to my labia because there was so much dried secretion. Maybe it was just as well I couldn’t fuck him; I might be so sticky I’d never get him in. I hoped the guys laying bets were happy.
I don’t know why I assumed it must be guys watching; maybe there were some women there who were turned on by seeing a slut work herself stupid keeping a cock up sticking out of a box. I turned myself sideways to get a different position and show my bum to one of the cameras. I heaved myself up so they could look straight at my holes from behind. Of course, all they could see was my belt and the outline of the butt plug jutting out around the leather. I tried to imagine what the camera man would do. Could he split the screen and get my crack and the remote controlled vibe in my butt on one side and my mouth working away at the cock on the other. I could picture it. I wiggled my bum at the camera and looked up a bit so that they could see me working at the ultimate endless blowjob. In my minds eye, it was a really sexy picture. I hoped they were making the most of it. If anyone had been watching all this time they must be getting weary. I wondered how many of them had come already. That was a nice thought as well; all these cocks the other side of the camera being made to come by my antics, hmmm.
All this sexy thinking helped me through till two o’clock. The flagpole was still up and the panties still flying.
There was a crackle in my ear. ‘Well done,’ said the voice. ‘He’s all yours until collected.’
The guy in the box must have known as well because it only took a moment for me to push him over the edge. I was surprised he still had it in him but in a few seconds he was spurting everywhere; it was all over my face and in my hair before I could blink. I just got my mouth over it and sucked hard because I didn’t want to be cleaning cum off the carpet. I just kept swallowing and sucking until I could feel the throbbing stop and I kept on as he gradually wilted. I was giggling because I was so relieved that it was over. He gave me a little buzz on the vibrator, which reminded me that I was still at his mercy and then it cut off. His time was up but of course, the cable man could hit me if he wanted to.
Right on cue his voice came in my ear
‘Get off him and put the box back on then put the cover on and zip him up the van will be here in a moment.’
I had just done all that when the doorbell rang.
‘Go and answer it.’
I was naked, with my face and hair covered in cum and sticky and sweaty form all my exertions. He knew what I was thinking.
‘Don’t worry what you look like slut, just open the door.’
It was a different driver. This one looked me up and down then pushed me into the house.
‘Looks like your mouth has done enough for one day’ he said and reached for the lock on the belt. I heard the lock click. I was so relieved to be out of it that I almost feinted. I reached down to disconnect the wire and take out the butt plug.
‘Did I say you could do that slut?’
I shrank back and he picked up the battery pack, I knew there was a button on it and he found it in a second. There was no subtlety about it, on or off, and on meant a great whack up the plug. It wasn’t long in coming.
‘Turn around or you will get another, I’ve got just the place for a slut like you.’ He opened the front door and shoved me into the back of the van.
‘Lie on the floor and spread.’ The floor was cold and dirty but what choice did I have? I knew I was going to be fucked and I was not supposed to enjoy it but he obviously did. At least it didn’t look like it would take long. My back was pressed onto the cold metal. He was a big guy, luckily I was still wet enough to let him in but it was hard and I could feel my skin rubbing along the floor of the truck. I lifted myself up and pressed up at him, but I could feel my shoulders being scraped on the floor. The last thing I needed was marks all over my back that I couldn’t explain to my husband. I had to get this guy off as fast as I could. I humped like hell, terrified that he was going to mark me and he just kept pounding away. I felt as though my back was going to be a real mess if it went on much longer.
‘Fuck me doggy’ I said, ‘A big guy like you, please turn me over, do me doggy.’
That way up I felt my knees being battered on the metal floor but I didn’t care; there are a million excuses for battered knees but scratches all over your back take rather more explaining away. It wasn’t long before he pulled out, and collapsed on top of me. I just lay still and let him recover. It might be cold but it was flat and I was not being scratched about.
He grunted and got off me.
‘Wild little thing aren’t you, just my luck. Too bad I can’t hang on and give you another go but I was told only once. You people, I don’t know what you get up to. Where’s the package?’ It seemed like seconds later he was gone. I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was straggling all over the place and my face was covered in cum. I looked around the house and it was as if nothing had happened except for my sexy clothes on the floor and the unlocked chastity belt. I suddenly remembered the butt plug and pulled out the wire. I squeezed my muscles around the plug and decided to leave it a bit longer. It reminded me what a slut I had been. It could come out once the bath was ready. I got myself upstairs carrying the clothes and belt and put them away. I ran the bath and said to the camera in the bathroom
‘Is anyone still watching?’
There was no answer. I took out the plug with some difficulty because everything was stuck and the lubricant had dried. I nursed my poor butt hole for a moment but felt euphoric and being free. I ran downstairs, carried the vase full of pee to the bathroom and threw away the wrecked flowers while the bath was filling. My butt hole knew it had been used and the hot water stung as I sunk into the bubbles. I took the earpiece out and let myself sink into the foam. What a day.
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