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Here is another story I finished recently. The main character may be
male and transgendered, or female -- I have left it ambiguous -- just
as I have left ambiguous the question of whether she is really pierced,
or has simply been hypnotized to think so.
"Satina" is a name and a trigger that MzDominica uses in her trans-
gendering hypnosis recordings, so this is kind of a continuation of
Satina's sexual adventures.
I hope you enjoy the story!
-- jessicablank
Sub-Woofer
By jessicablank
"There are many ways to stimulate a pierced clit."
Satina had read that once, in a magazine somewhere. The article had
been written by a submissive with thick rings in her clit, pussy lips,
nipples -- even the end of her tongue. No elaboration on what some of
those "ways" might have been. But the statement had entered Satina's
mind, like a wind-blown seed entering a little crack in the dirt, and
took root in fertile soil. More and more, Satina found herself
compelled to explore the idea, nurture that tiny seed, coax it to grow
and bloom, with the help of her hypnotic Mistress, MzDominica.
On the cross-town bus, Satina rode to her mid-afternoon appointment
with MzDominica. She sat in one of the wide, sideways seats, facing the
people in the opposite seat across the aisle. As usual, her legs were
crossed, showing off everything she had between her platform sandals
and her leather mini-skirt. The black leather contrasted with the
creme-colored satin blouse that almost -- but not quite -- matched the
color of her long blonde hair.
Satina liked to show off her legs, so firm and a little muscular -- a
direct benefit of her little obsession. With a little brass weight
dangling from the ring in her clit, every step Satina took caused the
weight to swing a little bit -- especially if she wasn't wearing any
panties. Walking, taking slow, easy strides, stimulated her constantly.
But it was nothing compared to when she climbed stairs, when the little
pear-shaped weight swung forward and back, forward and back, and
repeatedly "slapped" between her pussy lips. Often, Satina would spend
much of her lunch hour, climbing stairs. The exercise was good for her
-- made her trimmer, her legs like a dancer's. Up the stairs always
felt better than down. The thrust of the little brass pear between her
dripping labia always felt like one more swing, one more wobble of her
clit, would send her over the edge into orgasm.
On the bus, Satina clenched her thighs together, just a little bit,
daydreaming about the stairs and the brass weight. Funny, how she could
never actually see the weight, except when she was in deep trance. But
she could always feel it there, swinging back and forth, wiggling her
clit, gently tugging on it all the time, stretching it a little.
Like the time MzDominica had taken her to the "pony farm." Satina
hadn't known what to expect, and was surprised to find that she was to
be the pony. Outfitted with a bit in her teeth, blinders on either side
of her head, and wearing nothing but a harness made of leather straps,
Satina was trained to pull a small cart, with her Mistress holding the
reins. Little bells were attached to her nipples and to the ring in her
clit. They shook and jingled with every step Satina-pony took. With a
quick flick of the reins and a click of Her tongue, MzDominica signaled
her to begin trotting. Jingle-jingle-jingle, the silver bell between
Satina's legs suddenly became her entire world, all conscious thought
focused on the tug-tug-tug on her clitty, while she mindlessly
responded to every tug of the reins, every click of her Mistress'
tongue, every flick of the little whip, turning left, turning right,
straight ahead down the country road, jingle-jingle-jingle, tug-tug-
tug. Satina's panting had more to do with that little bell than the
exertion of pulling the cart. Step-step-step, tug-tug-tug -- suddenly,
Satina felt a pull on the reins, and her Mistress' Voice say, "Whoa!"
She stood still, facing forward, able only to see straight ahead
because of the blinders, while she heard Dominica get out of the cart,
heard Her boots crunch on the gravel road as she walked, step by step,
along Satina's left side, until She was finally in front, facing
Satina, holding the little pony whip. Dominica's Eyes gazed deep into
hers, and Satina heard her Mistress say, "Lock you knees so you don't
fall down. Now... cum!"
On the bus, Satina squirmed a little, not quite sure where she was for
a moment. She looked around casually, noticing the men staring at her
and trying to hide it. Satina loved having that power over them -- that
they wanted to gaze at her openly, but didn't dare! Then she noticed
the little old lady across the aisle, holding a book and pretending to
read it -- but Satina could see her eyes flick up from the book every
once in a while, and trail up Satina's legs. She saw the woman's eyes
flick back and forth. Apparently deciding no one was looking, the woman
quickly took her left hand off the book, squeezed her breast, and
returned her hand to the book. Then, as if realizing something, her
eyes left the book, looked up, and she found herself staring straight
into Satina's eyes. Caught! The old lady's lips curled into a strange,
lop-sided smile -- pixyish and challenging at the same time. Then she
returned to her book. "Naughty granny," Satina thought!
Satina's stop had arrived. She rose from her seat, deliberately not
tugging down her mini-skirt, and slinked catlike to the bus door. Let
'em all have a good look, and ache for her. Even the naughty granny.
Satina found herself echoing the secret smile.
She straightened her skirt just as she stepped off the bus, then began
walking toward the building where MzDominica had Her office. The mini
and the platform sandals made Satina's legs seem to go on forever, and
she could tell a lot of men -- and women -- found themselves distracted
from their afternoon errands, for just a moment, as she passed them on
the sidewalk. The height of the sandals made her stride just that
little bit longer and slower, the perfect cadence for that little brass
weight swinging back and forth, tugging on her hard, aching clit.
Entering the office building, Satina heard her Mistress' Voice in her
head, commanding her to try to resist, just the little bit that she
could. She walked across the lobby to the elevator and pressed the "up"
button. Hmm... slow today. It was a full minute before the elevator
arrived. The doors opened, and Satina walked toward the elevator, ready
to enter, ready to ride up to Dominica's floor instead of taking the
stairs. She got closer and closer to the doors, but seemed to be
slowing down with every step, her mind getting hazier with every
moment. Just as she got to the doors, so that one more step would take
her inside, she quietly stopped, deep in trance, seemingly unable to
remember what the elevator was for. Satina turned, and walked toward
the entrance to the stairs.
As she began climbing the stairs, Satina began to wake up a little bit
from her trance. "Good thing I always get here early, with plenty of
time before my appointment," she thought. The little brass weight, that
she could never see, began swinging as she started up the first flight
of stairs. Swaying back and forth, slapping gently against her labia --
already dripping wet from her daydreams -- the little brass pear tugged
at Satina's clit, while her mind became warm and fuzzy again. "Just to
the top of this flight," the weight seemed to promise, "and one more
tug there will make you cum." Satina climbed, the weight swinging, the
little air drafts up the stairwell caressing her skin. She climbed, as
everything became hazy. She climbed, like a robot, the little weight
swinging. She climbed, losing track of the flights of stairs. The
little slap... slap... slap... of the weight matching the step...
step... step... of her legs, the drip... drip... drip... of her pussy.
Somehow, Satina left the stairwell at just the right floor, and walked
down the hallway to the office. She wasn't really aware of the sign on
the door, "MzDominica, Erotic Hypnosis," as she turned the doorknob and
entered the reception room. As always, she had arrived just at the
right time for her appointment, already in a trance, ready for more
conditioning from her Mistress.
The receptionist recognized her. She pressed a button on a little
console on the desk, waited a moment, and a green light lit up. The
receptionist stood up, gently took Satina by the arm, and guided her
down a short hallway to a golden colored door. She knocked on the door,
heard Dominica's Voice say "Enter," and opened the door. After guiding
Satina through, she looked at MzDominica, who nodded. Then she backed
out and closed the door.
Dominica was seated in a big, leather chair, dressed in a conservative
business suit, her feet in open-toed shoes with four-inch heels. She
looked at her slave, Satina, who stood just inside the doorway, her
face blank, her eyes void of expression -- trembling with lust and
unable to think what to do next.
"Good afternoon, Satina," Dominica said. She watched as the slave's
trembling increased, her jaw became slack. "Satinaaaaa!" More
trembling. "You must answer Mistress! I said good afternoon!"
Somehow, Satina managed to find the words. "Good afternoon, Mistress. I
am at your beck and call."
"That's correct, Satina. You are. And you're here for more clitty
training, aren't you? Say yes."
"Yes," Satina replied, hardly aware that she was speaking. Little
trails of juices were dripping down her thighs, visible below the
leather mini-skirt.
"Good. I have something special for you today. I always have something
special for you, don't I? Say yes."
"Yes," Satina replied. The trembling was now so intense, the slave
could hardly stand.
"Drop to your knees, Satina. Crawl over here and kiss your Mistress'
feet."
Satina gently dropped to the floor, on her hands and knees, and crawled
the short distance to where Dominica was seated. She began to kiss the
tips of Dominica's toes, one by one, starting with the right big toe
and moving outward to the right little toe, then back to the left big
toe and moving outward again. When she reached the left little toe,
Dominica said, "Stop. Now, Satina, stand up, and go lie down on the big
chair."
Moving like she was under water, Satina stood, and walked over to a big
recliner, one that looked almost like a dentist's chair, though there
were no instruments or lights attached. She sat onto the edge, then
turned a little, lifted her legs, and lay down, arms at her sides on
the arm rests.
"Good, Satina," MzDominica said. "Now, I want you to lift your skirt,
so your pussy is exposed. And spread your legs, just a little, but keep
your legs straight." Satina did as she was told, lifting her buttocks a
little, so she could hike the leather mini-skirt up to her waist.
MzDominica rose and walked over next to the recliner, where She could
speak close to her slave's ear.
"Good girl," Dominica's Voice, almost a whisper, seemed to enter the
slave's mind like telepathy. "Satina! Satinaaaa! I want you to go
deeper for Me, now. Deep, deep trance, and let Me guide you through
something new." Satina's trembling continued, but it became quieter,
somehow, as her breathing became deeper and more regular. "That's
right... Deeper... and deeper... You cannot move. Your arms cannot
move. Your legs cannot move. Your pussy is on fire now, I know -- but
even your hips cannot move. You are frozen, like a statue. This is
very, very important, Satina. You cannot move. You are frozen. Say it."
"I am frozen," Satina replied, in a voice even quieter than her
Mistress'.
"Good, Satina. You are frozen. Now, I want you to open your eyes and
look up at the top of the shelf. Right near the ceiling. What do you
see there?"
It took a moment for recognition to work its way through Satina's blank
consciousness, but finally she was able to answer, "Speakers."
"That's right," Dominica replied, "speakers. They're attached to my
stereo. There are different kinds of speakers, did you know that? Some
speakers for the very high frequencies, like piccolos, and some
speakers for the medium frequencies, like trombones."
Satina had no idea where this was going. She could barely think what a
stereo was for, she was so blank. All that mattered was what her
Mistress' Voice told her.
"And some speakers," Dominica continued, "for very low frequencies --
for the bass notes. Those are called 'woofers.' And there are even
special speakers for deeper sounds. Deeper... and deeper... and
deeper..." Satina dropped even further into blank, receptive trance.
"Those are called 'sub-woofers.' And I have one of those speakers on my
shelf."
Satina floated in a blank haze, the ache still building in her pussy,
her clit begging to be played with -- but she was unable to move. Even
to pump her hips in the empty air, which never gave her any relief, but
at least allowed her to express her lust. Frozen.
"Now, we're going to play with your clit, Satina. As a little girl, you
must have played with a paper cup telephone. Remember? Two little paper
cups, and a string. You attach the string to the cups, each person
takes a cup, and you back away from each other until the string is
tight. When one person talks into a cup, the string carries the
vibration to the other cup, and the other person can hear it."
Even blank as she was, Satina realized what was next, almost as soon as
Dominica said it.
"I am going to attach a string now, Satina. One end to my sub-woofer,
and the other end to the ring in your clit. Remember, you are frozen.
You cannot move. The string needs to be tight -- and we don't want you
pulling on it TOO hard!" Satina could feel a light vibration in her
clit as MzDominica ran the end of a string through the ring, pulled it
through, then gently tied it in place. She couldn't quite see what her
Mistress was doing at the other end, where the speaker was, but soon
Dominica backed away, and she could see the long string extending from
between her legs, up to the speaker.
Dominica held up a little remote control, and said, "Now we're going to
have some fun!" She pressed a few buttons, and music began to play from
the speakers. Dominica would watch Her slave's reactions for a while,
then change to a different selection.
Some tracks didn't have that much bass, and Satina lay there -- still
shaking, but obviously not much stimulated. Other tracks had an immense
effect. Some songs by Madonna, and by Michael Jackson, carried a
THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... back beat that had Satina's clit visibly
vibrating with every note, and soon had her voice making little
grunting sounds. Dominica changed the track again... and again... and
again... The movie soundtrack from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" was
a surprise. Those long, slow glides from the cello resonated through
Satina's clit, as if the bow were sliding between her legs, over and
over, and her throat began to make little squealing sounds, somewhere
between a whimper and... almost singing. Dominica let that track play
its full length, watching as Satina's body became more and more rigid.
Then She stopped the playback, and leaned closely to Satina's ear,
whispering something, and commanding Satina, "You will forget these
instructions until the time comes. Then you will obey, and THEN you
will remember. Now sleep."
Satina found herself walking out of the stairwell at the ground floor,
back in the lobby of the office building. She was still achingly horny,
and was so wet between her legs she felt like she'd walked through a
lawn sprinkler. Remembering what she'd just gone through in
MzDominica's office with the stereo, she was becoming so desperate to
cum that she wanted to walk back up the stairs and beg for release. But
some compulsion made her continue walking through the lobby, to the
exit, and outside. She stood in the doorway for a moment, unsure what
to do next. Then, finally, she decided to walk to the bus stop, so she
could ride home.
So focused on the ache between her legs, Satina didn't even notice her
usual head-turning effect on passers-by. All she wanted to do was get
home, where she could pull out a vibrator or something, maybe call
MzDominica and beg for permission to cum that way. Even the usual
swinging and slapping of the invisible weight on her clit only reminded
her how much she wanted to cum, needed to cum, NOW -- not later, not
soon, NOW!!!
Satina sat on the bench to wait for the bus, legs crossed, thighs tight
against her pussy. Behind her, people walked along the sidewalk in both
directions, talking, sometimes singing. In front of her, cars and
trucks drove, waiting for the traffic light, then rushing away as new
cars arrived, took their place, and whizzed by. She was barely aware of
them. Her mind was on the aching clit between her legs, her squirming
thighs rubbing it over and over, but not enough, not the right way.
Something caught her attention. A sound. She wasn't sure what -- it was
almost like the noise of construction work taking place somewhere down
the street. Satina looked up, but couldn't see anything. The traffic
light changed again, and the cars slowed down and stopped, leaving
directly in front of her, a car full of teen-aged boys, the windows all
rolled up. The sound was coming from there. They had a stereo. With BIG
bass speakers -- and with the windows closed, all you could hear of the
music was the THUMMMMM... THUMMMM... THUMMMM... of the bass track, over
and over again. Satina was frozen. She could not move. THUMMM...
THUMMM... THUMMMM... went right to her clit. Her mind went deep into
trance, as her clit went THUMMM... THUMMM... THUMMM... with the music.
Closer... closer... closer...
Satina came. THUMMM... Hard. THUMMM... Strong. THUMMMM... Deep.
THUMMMMM... Unable to move, unable to think. Just CUMMM.... CUMMM...
CUMMMM... Over and over and over.
Suddenly, Satina realized the light had changed. The car with the
powerful stereo had moved on, and she could hear the thummming in the
distance, again sounding like construction noises. She also realized
what MzDominica's commands to her had been, the instructions she could
suddenly remember. The best part was, Dominica had told her she would
react like this EVERY time she heard a car stereo with powerful bass
notes!
She checked her watch. Her bus wasn't due for another ten minutes.
Satina found herself checking the traffic, listening for another car,
for more noises that sounded like construction, for more music to
stimulate her clit.
Oh, it was going to be a GREAT ride home!
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