The Cable Slave Chapter 8
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Driving while sitting on a ginger butt plug was a new experience, and not one I intend to repeat unless I’m forced to. It’s a hell of a way to make a short drive seem like a long one. I was wriggling around in the seat but nowhere was comfortable. The hotter my arse got the more I was squeezing and pushing into the seat and working the muscles around the ginger. I wondered if it would melt; I had visions of some sort of hot liquid pouring out of me but it all held in place. I didn’t know whether to curse the fact that I had three pairs of panties on or be glad in case I leaked. When I parked there was a text message on my phone.
“Buy some nipple clamps. Buy the kind with a chain linking the two clamps. Ask the assistant to show you how they work and do anything else that they ask you. Come back here wearing them.”
As I entered the store I caught a glimpse in a mirror and I hardly recognised the wanton desperate woman reflected back at me. It was not a massive shop and there were a couple of other guys there apart from the man at the cash desk. I could feel them all looking at me. They didn’t know what I was going to ask the guy on the desk to do but I felt as if they knew. I kind of hung around and concentrated on the goods hoping that the other customers would buy something and leave but no such luck. I guess part of the entertainment was seeing what I was going to buy. If I had been my normal self I would have gone out and come back later but I was burning inside and had the hots for anything that could take my mind off it.
With all that going on, nipple clamps began to feel like a good idea. I could see a set that were adjustable so I thought they would be good for someone like me who had never tried them before. I imagined driving home with them on; unsure if I dared take them off in the car in case he had some way of watching me.
Its crazy I know but I felt that this guy could see me anywhere. Finding that he knew my wardrobe well enough to pick out clothes for me was such an intrusion that I didn’t know what to trust. For all I knew this guy on the counter in the store or one of the customers might be the same guy that was ordering me around, or someone who had paid to watch. I took a deep breath and walked up to the counter. I undid three buttons of my blouse and said as quietly as I could: ‘Could you show me how these work please, and help me put them on.’
They guy looked me up and down as if to say “Are you serious?” I guess by now I looked pretty far out. It felt like my whole body from the waist down was glowing and I could feel myself running with sweat all over.
‘Come in the back room.’ The guy led me through to a room they obviously used as a fitting room. ‘I don’t know what sort of stunt this is but you can get those jeans off and earn your favours here.’
‘I can’t get them off, I am locked into them.’ I showed him the padlock and chain and he laughed.
‘Just have to use what we can get at I guess. Let’s see those tits.’
I took a deep breath, opened my blouse completely and presented myself. I have never felt so brazen in my life. My rear was on fire and I was craving the clamps on my tits to distract me. Well, that’s what I thought till they went on. I have never been clamped before so it was a huge shock. I didn’t dare scream because of the other customers but I could have called the fire brigade from five blocks away if I had let my mouth open. I moaned as quietly as I could and was swaying slightly as he pushed me to my knees. It was a relief to some extent, not having to stand. I was able to get my breath but it was still coming in short gasps as I watched him open his fly and out came a large cock. I’m not a great expert on male anatomy, I mean I’ve seen a lot of pictures on the web but not many up close. This one could hold its own with any I’d seen on film.
‘Open wide and get to work slut.’
He pulled the chain between my nipples and I gasped. As my mouth opened in went his cock and I felt his hand on the back of my neck pushing me forward until it hit the back of my throat. I choked and tried to swallow as he let me back off and then shoved it in again. I was being unceremoniously face fucked. He was just banging in and out. His fingers in my hair were pulling and shoving my head around as though it was some kind of toy and my nipples were being dragged up in the air to keep me at the right height. I felt like some sort of baggage, a piece of meat, just being pounded by this guy who I had never met. I don’t know how long it went on, not long I guess, but long enough for me to descend into a different world in which I was a piece of property, hardly even a woman, just a sex object to be used. No way I had any choice. In this new world my ass was still on fire and my tits were out the other side of pain but all I could think about was this cock pounding in and out of my face. I tried to concentrate. I focused on the one idea that the quicker I could make him cum the sooner I could get away.
I should be so lucky. Seconds later he came all over my face. I was splattered, my eyelids were sticking together and I could feel the cum stuck on my cheeks. I was going to try to wipe it away but he grabbed my hands. He heaved me up, spun me round, pulled my hands behind me and handcuffed me and forced me back to my knees. I didn’t dare move. He grabbed a piece of chain from somewhere and clipped it to a hook in the ceiling and then the other end went on to my nipple chain. He was so slick that I knew he must have been planning it while he was pounding my tonsils. The finishing touch was a strap around my ankles. I couldn’t move. All I could do was kneel there, tits pulled up to greet whoever came in with a face covered in cum. It was obvious what I was there for. I wondered how many customers there were outside or was he going to call all his mates?
It didn’t take long to start the count but I had to do them one by one. Each was different but they all ended the same; more cum all over my face – in my hair – stuck in my eyebrows – dripping off my chin and down my tits. There were five altogether and it didn’t take long. I was still trying to decide whether I was enjoying it or hating it when it was over. Two hours ago I was a housewife with a few slightly kinky ideas, now I was a piece of meat, fucked and dribbling cum, tits and ass on fire and no idea what degradations came next.
I knelt there waiting for number six when the owner came back and took some pictures of me with his phone. He showed them to me just so I knew what sort of a mess I looked.
‘Just in case you come back here so we can remember you and make sure you know what work you have to do.’
He plugged the phone into his computer and printed off two pictures then clipped them onto the chain between my nipples. He smiled at me, still frozen like a sex doll with my knees beginning to kill me as well as what was happening to my tits and arse. About then I realised that it wasn’t a smile on his face so much as an evil leer. He pulled a penknife out of his pocket and waved it in front of my eyes. He waited until he could see that I was totally freaked out and then cut the buttons off my blouse so it had to stay open. After that he finally released my arms and legs and let me up. I was dizzy from kneeling in one position for so long.
‘Better get back to the kinky boyfriend that sent you here and don’t wipe that cum off your face, I’m sure he will want to see it,’ he said.
Maybe he was part of the plot or maybe he was just playing me on, I didn’t know. I tucked my blouse into my jeans trying to cross it over enough to stop my tits being completely visible and headed out onto the street. It was not far to the car but it felt like miles. I don’t think anyone saw me but I can’t imagine what I looked like. I did my best to try and walk normally but you try it after you have had a piece of ginger up your ass for an hour or so. I must have walked like crippled duck.
Driving home was not so bad but I was scared that someone would see me. I had to wipe some of the cum out of my eyes to be able to see enough to drive but I was still covered. Sitting at stop lights with my blouse gaping and cum all over my face was awful. I was sweating at the thought of some young lads coming along side. I felt sure that they would know what I had been doing and want to drag me out of the car and have some more. The sweating and the humiliation made the ginger seem even hotter and by now I was dying to pee. It all made me as horny as hell. I was squeezing my legs together and trying to work the pedals at the same time. What a mess.
Every car I looked at through my cum soaked blurred vision seemed to be driven by someone I knew. I tried to engage my brain, desperate to remember what cars my friends actually drove, but all I could think about was the craziness going on in my arse, bladder and tits. I got the car into the drive and parked and struggled into the house. I presented myself in front of the camera.
‘Please can I unlock myself and get the ginger out and pee?’ I stood there an abject mess, why I didn’t just pick up the key and get on with it I don’t know. Somehow the whole experience had drawn me into being controlled and I was in such a state that I couldn’t think for myself.
‘Pee on the floor in the kitchen so we can watch.’ Oh my God what else? I was desperate. I picked up the key and ran as best I could into the kitchen and got a bowl. I unlocked the chain and got out of the jeans and then the tights and the three pairs of panties. I got over the bowl and didn’t know what to do first, get rid of the ginger, pee, or wank myself to cum. Cumming felt most important so my fingers got to work. I was half expecting further instructions and didn’t know what I’d do if he said stop when I was almost there.
I was lucky, it must have been a good enough show, I came like a train and then almost collapsed as my bladder gave up and I started peeing. It was a desperate business to get it into the bowl. I rolled myself around hoping that my ass was facing straight at one of the cameras so they wouldn’t make me to do it again, reached around and pulled out the ginger. The fire didn’t go away but it turned off a tiny bit. I just lay there face down on the floor. I don’t know how long it was. I wondered if anyone was still watching.
What a day! At least the guy on the phone had stopped giving orders and the fire in my butt was slowly going away. I looked at the time and felt a new panic; my husband would be home in two hours and I was lying here naked and covered in cum. I rolled over, picked up the bowl, poured the pee away and the door bell rang. I was going to ignore it but the voice came back:
‘Answer it as you are.’
I ran and opened the door. A man in a delivery guy uniform stepped in and shut the door. He took a box cutter knife from his bag and cut the string around my neck.
‘Turn around.’
His hands reached around my neck and I felt something cold against my skin. For a second I thought he was going to slit my throat but then there was a tiny clunk and I felt a collar fitting neatly against my skin.
‘All done,’ he said, slapped my bum, turned and shut the door behind him before I could say anything.
We have a mirror near the door so I can see myself before I go out. I turned to look and there was a silver collar around my neck. One of those things with spiral interwoven links. It was beautiful and in a weird way kind of matched the chain between my nipples. My new look.
‘Tell your husband you couldn’t resist it. I’m sure he’ll understand,’ said the voice.
I’ve read about collaring slaves – romantic stories about women giving themselves totally to their husband, lover, master; and always it’s a high point in a relationship. Not for me, but then I wasn’t that kind of slave and compared to a piece of dirty string soaked in cunt juice, this was poetry.
The cum on my face was dry now and flaking off in places. My tits were numb. One of the pictures was still clipped to my chain but where was the other one? I panicked, the last thing I needed was my husband finding that picture. I’d read somewhere that when you take nipple clamps off it hurts like hell. Better to leave them be I thought. I ran around the house as I was till I found the other picture and then turned on the shower. Once I was under the hot water I undid the clamps and that was something else! I almost fell over. Clutching my tits with my back against the wall I slid down till I was sitting on the floor.
After who knows how many gallons of hot water I came back to the real world. I towelled off and tried to be calm about dressing as normally as I could in time for hubby. I just prayed he didn’t come home feeling horny, in a few more hours that might be good, but I needed a drink and a chance to unwind before anything like that. I poured myself a glass of chilled white wine and sat in the garden. I hoped the cable audience had got their money’s worth today. I sipped my wine waiting for hubby and wondering what further adventures awaited cable slave.
“Buy some nipple clamps. Buy the kind with a chain linking the two clamps. Ask the assistant to show you how they work and do anything else that they ask you. Come back here wearing them.”
As I entered the store I caught a glimpse in a mirror and I hardly recognised the wanton desperate woman reflected back at me. It was not a massive shop and there were a couple of other guys there apart from the man at the cash desk. I could feel them all looking at me. They didn’t know what I was going to ask the guy on the desk to do but I felt as if they knew. I kind of hung around and concentrated on the goods hoping that the other customers would buy something and leave but no such luck. I guess part of the entertainment was seeing what I was going to buy. If I had been my normal self I would have gone out and come back later but I was burning inside and had the hots for anything that could take my mind off it.
With all that going on, nipple clamps began to feel like a good idea. I could see a set that were adjustable so I thought they would be good for someone like me who had never tried them before. I imagined driving home with them on; unsure if I dared take them off in the car in case he had some way of watching me.
Its crazy I know but I felt that this guy could see me anywhere. Finding that he knew my wardrobe well enough to pick out clothes for me was such an intrusion that I didn’t know what to trust. For all I knew this guy on the counter in the store or one of the customers might be the same guy that was ordering me around, or someone who had paid to watch. I took a deep breath and walked up to the counter. I undid three buttons of my blouse and said as quietly as I could: ‘Could you show me how these work please, and help me put them on.’
They guy looked me up and down as if to say “Are you serious?” I guess by now I looked pretty far out. It felt like my whole body from the waist down was glowing and I could feel myself running with sweat all over.
‘Come in the back room.’ The guy led me through to a room they obviously used as a fitting room. ‘I don’t know what sort of stunt this is but you can get those jeans off and earn your favours here.’
‘I can’t get them off, I am locked into them.’ I showed him the padlock and chain and he laughed.
‘Just have to use what we can get at I guess. Let’s see those tits.’
I took a deep breath, opened my blouse completely and presented myself. I have never felt so brazen in my life. My rear was on fire and I was craving the clamps on my tits to distract me. Well, that’s what I thought till they went on. I have never been clamped before so it was a huge shock. I didn’t dare scream because of the other customers but I could have called the fire brigade from five blocks away if I had let my mouth open. I moaned as quietly as I could and was swaying slightly as he pushed me to my knees. It was a relief to some extent, not having to stand. I was able to get my breath but it was still coming in short gasps as I watched him open his fly and out came a large cock. I’m not a great expert on male anatomy, I mean I’ve seen a lot of pictures on the web but not many up close. This one could hold its own with any I’d seen on film.
‘Open wide and get to work slut.’
He pulled the chain between my nipples and I gasped. As my mouth opened in went his cock and I felt his hand on the back of my neck pushing me forward until it hit the back of my throat. I choked and tried to swallow as he let me back off and then shoved it in again. I was being unceremoniously face fucked. He was just banging in and out. His fingers in my hair were pulling and shoving my head around as though it was some kind of toy and my nipples were being dragged up in the air to keep me at the right height. I felt like some sort of baggage, a piece of meat, just being pounded by this guy who I had never met. I don’t know how long it went on, not long I guess, but long enough for me to descend into a different world in which I was a piece of property, hardly even a woman, just a sex object to be used. No way I had any choice. In this new world my ass was still on fire and my tits were out the other side of pain but all I could think about was this cock pounding in and out of my face. I tried to concentrate. I focused on the one idea that the quicker I could make him cum the sooner I could get away.
I should be so lucky. Seconds later he came all over my face. I was splattered, my eyelids were sticking together and I could feel the cum stuck on my cheeks. I was going to try to wipe it away but he grabbed my hands. He heaved me up, spun me round, pulled my hands behind me and handcuffed me and forced me back to my knees. I didn’t dare move. He grabbed a piece of chain from somewhere and clipped it to a hook in the ceiling and then the other end went on to my nipple chain. He was so slick that I knew he must have been planning it while he was pounding my tonsils. The finishing touch was a strap around my ankles. I couldn’t move. All I could do was kneel there, tits pulled up to greet whoever came in with a face covered in cum. It was obvious what I was there for. I wondered how many customers there were outside or was he going to call all his mates?
It didn’t take long to start the count but I had to do them one by one. Each was different but they all ended the same; more cum all over my face – in my hair – stuck in my eyebrows – dripping off my chin and down my tits. There were five altogether and it didn’t take long. I was still trying to decide whether I was enjoying it or hating it when it was over. Two hours ago I was a housewife with a few slightly kinky ideas, now I was a piece of meat, fucked and dribbling cum, tits and ass on fire and no idea what degradations came next.
I knelt there waiting for number six when the owner came back and took some pictures of me with his phone. He showed them to me just so I knew what sort of a mess I looked.
‘Just in case you come back here so we can remember you and make sure you know what work you have to do.’
He plugged the phone into his computer and printed off two pictures then clipped them onto the chain between my nipples. He smiled at me, still frozen like a sex doll with my knees beginning to kill me as well as what was happening to my tits and arse. About then I realised that it wasn’t a smile on his face so much as an evil leer. He pulled a penknife out of his pocket and waved it in front of my eyes. He waited until he could see that I was totally freaked out and then cut the buttons off my blouse so it had to stay open. After that he finally released my arms and legs and let me up. I was dizzy from kneeling in one position for so long.
‘Better get back to the kinky boyfriend that sent you here and don’t wipe that cum off your face, I’m sure he will want to see it,’ he said.
Maybe he was part of the plot or maybe he was just playing me on, I didn’t know. I tucked my blouse into my jeans trying to cross it over enough to stop my tits being completely visible and headed out onto the street. It was not far to the car but it felt like miles. I don’t think anyone saw me but I can’t imagine what I looked like. I did my best to try and walk normally but you try it after you have had a piece of ginger up your ass for an hour or so. I must have walked like crippled duck.
Driving home was not so bad but I was scared that someone would see me. I had to wipe some of the cum out of my eyes to be able to see enough to drive but I was still covered. Sitting at stop lights with my blouse gaping and cum all over my face was awful. I was sweating at the thought of some young lads coming along side. I felt sure that they would know what I had been doing and want to drag me out of the car and have some more. The sweating and the humiliation made the ginger seem even hotter and by now I was dying to pee. It all made me as horny as hell. I was squeezing my legs together and trying to work the pedals at the same time. What a mess.
Every car I looked at through my cum soaked blurred vision seemed to be driven by someone I knew. I tried to engage my brain, desperate to remember what cars my friends actually drove, but all I could think about was the craziness going on in my arse, bladder and tits. I got the car into the drive and parked and struggled into the house. I presented myself in front of the camera.
‘Please can I unlock myself and get the ginger out and pee?’ I stood there an abject mess, why I didn’t just pick up the key and get on with it I don’t know. Somehow the whole experience had drawn me into being controlled and I was in such a state that I couldn’t think for myself.
‘Pee on the floor in the kitchen so we can watch.’ Oh my God what else? I was desperate. I picked up the key and ran as best I could into the kitchen and got a bowl. I unlocked the chain and got out of the jeans and then the tights and the three pairs of panties. I got over the bowl and didn’t know what to do first, get rid of the ginger, pee, or wank myself to cum. Cumming felt most important so my fingers got to work. I was half expecting further instructions and didn’t know what I’d do if he said stop when I was almost there.
I was lucky, it must have been a good enough show, I came like a train and then almost collapsed as my bladder gave up and I started peeing. It was a desperate business to get it into the bowl. I rolled myself around hoping that my ass was facing straight at one of the cameras so they wouldn’t make me to do it again, reached around and pulled out the ginger. The fire didn’t go away but it turned off a tiny bit. I just lay there face down on the floor. I don’t know how long it was. I wondered if anyone was still watching.
What a day! At least the guy on the phone had stopped giving orders and the fire in my butt was slowly going away. I looked at the time and felt a new panic; my husband would be home in two hours and I was lying here naked and covered in cum. I rolled over, picked up the bowl, poured the pee away and the door bell rang. I was going to ignore it but the voice came back:
‘Answer it as you are.’
I ran and opened the door. A man in a delivery guy uniform stepped in and shut the door. He took a box cutter knife from his bag and cut the string around my neck.
‘Turn around.’
His hands reached around my neck and I felt something cold against my skin. For a second I thought he was going to slit my throat but then there was a tiny clunk and I felt a collar fitting neatly against my skin.
‘All done,’ he said, slapped my bum, turned and shut the door behind him before I could say anything.
We have a mirror near the door so I can see myself before I go out. I turned to look and there was a silver collar around my neck. One of those things with spiral interwoven links. It was beautiful and in a weird way kind of matched the chain between my nipples. My new look.
‘Tell your husband you couldn’t resist it. I’m sure he’ll understand,’ said the voice.
I’ve read about collaring slaves – romantic stories about women giving themselves totally to their husband, lover, master; and always it’s a high point in a relationship. Not for me, but then I wasn’t that kind of slave and compared to a piece of dirty string soaked in cunt juice, this was poetry.
The cum on my face was dry now and flaking off in places. My tits were numb. One of the pictures was still clipped to my chain but where was the other one? I panicked, the last thing I needed was my husband finding that picture. I’d read somewhere that when you take nipple clamps off it hurts like hell. Better to leave them be I thought. I ran around the house as I was till I found the other picture and then turned on the shower. Once I was under the hot water I undid the clamps and that was something else! I almost fell over. Clutching my tits with my back against the wall I slid down till I was sitting on the floor.
After who knows how many gallons of hot water I came back to the real world. I towelled off and tried to be calm about dressing as normally as I could in time for hubby. I just prayed he didn’t come home feeling horny, in a few more hours that might be good, but I needed a drink and a chance to unwind before anything like that. I poured myself a glass of chilled white wine and sat in the garden. I hoped the cable audience had got their money’s worth today. I sipped my wine waiting for hubby and wondering what further adventures awaited cable slave.
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