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     I cringed, for tonight I was to be punished.  MyLove had caught me masturbating without permission.  We preferred theterms ?My Love? and ?Wench? to ?Master? and ?Slave?.  It was personalpreference I guess.  We were to go to a ?play party?, and I was sure thatI would be one of the ?toys? to be ?played? with.  

    I was forced to come to the party wearing only a blackdress that ended mid-thigh, a pair of heels, and I was locked into my Tollyboychastity belt.  I didn't know if Love brought the key or not.

    We drove for about half an hour until we got to theapartment building it was in.  We parked a few blocks away, and walkedup.  

    As soon as we entered, the sight of sex abounded.  Therewere women around in various states of undress.  Some were dressed inlingerie.  A few were handcuffed.

    Love smiled.  ?Oh yes.  This will work outquite nicely.  Wench?  Take off your dress and hand it to me.?

    I was surprised at his abruptness.  I hesitated.

    ?Your dress.  Now Wench!  Shoes too!?

    I quickly took off the dress, slipped off the shoes,and handed them to him.  Now I was butt-naked except for the steel pantiesI had locked on.  A lot of eyes turned to view the movement, and I'm surethe gleaming steel caught quite a few of them.  A lot of guys turned tostare.   

    He smiled at my naked body.  ?Good.  Nowmingle.?  He turned around, and carried my dress and shoes back into thehall!  He left me stranded in here with no clothes!

    He left, and guys approached me.  I felt likethe vultures were descending on their innocent victim.   

    I expected to be rudely groped and fondled.  Iwas surprised.  The guys stepped up, gawked, stared, and one started talkingwith me!  ?Hi there!  I see you've just been dropped off!  Don'tworry ? we don't bite.  That's. . . quite some pair of undies you haveon.

    I blushed and stammered.  ? Um. . . yeah.  Asyou can see, it's not by choice.?  I tugged and pulled at the belt toshow that it was snug.  Pointing to the lock, I explained the obvious- ?It's locked on.?

    He grinned.  ?And it's not like you have thekey stashed in some pocket.  I LIKE it!?

    ?Thanks.?

    ?Wow.  A real chastity belt.  Tell me aboutit.  How long have you been locked in?  And what's it like to belocked into metal panties??  

    At this point, I had a bit of a crowd, all staringat my chastity belt.  I started explaining how I came to be locked in,that my husband, who I called ?Love?, has the keys ? and the rest of my clothes.  Idon't know where he went, or when he will be back.  

    The belt was as comfortable as you can get stainlesssteel underwear to be ? a good thing considering how long I may have to wearit.  One week is as far as I've gone.

    One guy asked if he could touch it.  I was abit taken aback ? not at the thought of him touching it, but that he askedfirst.  I agreed, and he ran his hand along the waistband, admiring thestiffness.  He slowly ran his hand down my crotch.  ?Can you feelthis at all??  

    ?I feel general pressure ? that's it.  Nothingenough to be stimulating.?

    He was amazed.  ?I'll be right back.  Iwant to show this to someone!?  I got the feeling it was his girlfriend,lover, or sex slave, whichever term was the most appropriate.

    I was right.  After a bit more conversation withthe rest of the crowd, Mr. Tactile came back with his lady.  

    ?Oh my.  And you can't take it off??

    Mr. Tactile proudly answered for me.  ?Nope!?

    ?Wow.  Can I see the inside??

    I laughed.  She was bold enough to ask me totake off my only article that could be considered clothing, but clearly didn'tgrasp the concept.  I pointed to the lock ?It's not like I can quite takeit off.?  

    After what seemed to be about ½ hour of chatting,Love returned ? without my clothes.  He must have dumped my clothes backin the car ? a few blocks away!  It seemed I was here until he deemedthat I could leave, unless streaking was suddenly in fashion!  He wascarrying something leather ? never a good sign, and seemed amused that a crowdwas talking to me, and looking and touching the belt.  

    ?Wench!  I'm so glad you're making friends!  Dothey want to see the inside of your belt??

    I could get it off?  My spirits soared.  ?YesLove.  Why don't you show them??

    ?Very well.  Turn around.?

    I complied, and he took my hands, guiding them behindmy back to grab the opposite elbow.  When I had done so, a large leatherpocket slid over my arms, coming up to just below my armpits.  It hada long strap coming off of one shoulder.  He took that strap, passed itover the shoulder, between my boobs, and ran it through a ring at the oppositeelbow.  From there, it came in front of me, crossing over to a matchingring on the other elbow.  He then passed it up between my boobs to a buckleon the other shoulder.  It formed a large X on my chest, and pinned byarms against my back, but was not uncomfortable.  I expected to be inthis for a while.  Love addressed the crowd ? it's important that thewearer never handle their own belt ? it is part of ownership.

    He led me over to an unusual padded bench.  Thebench was about 2 ½ feet high, and about 3 feet long.  There wasa big hole in one end with a strap that went over it.  Another odd featurewas that at one point, the bench narrowed from about 18? wide to only about4? wide.  As he laid me down over it, the purposes became clear.  Myboobs dangled on either side of the narrowed section, and my face poked throughthe large hole.  Love fastened the strap behind my head to ensure thatI couldn't lift it up.  As I couldn't turn my head either, I was stucklooking down at this mirror.  He then fastened my ankles spread wide toeach leg supporting my bench.  I was clearly on display.  

    Love came up to my head, and put a large mirror onthe floor.  Looking down, I could see a lot of faces looking down to seemy expression, and others looking back to see what Love was doing.  ?Great ? I'veattracted quite the audience? I thought.

    Love held up a pair of nipple clamps so that I couldsee its reflected image.  It looked like a strong pair, and the chainbetween them looked awfully short.  There was a conspicuous hole in eachclamp.  He wanted me to know what was coming.  He knelt down, andstarted to massage my nipples to get them hard.  ?You know, we can't haveyou getting up or anything without permission.? He muttered.  

    ? Yaaah ?! I screamed as the first clamp bit intomy tender nipple.  A lot of the people gathered giggled or snickered atthat.  I felt him tug my clamped nipple a bit over to the other one, andthe second clamp bit in.  I yelped again to the amusement of the crowd.

    He got out my long barbell piercings for my nipples.  Heput one end through a hole in the clamp, through the nipple, and out the matchinghole on the other side.  He then threaded the cap on; there was no waythe clamp was coming off of my nipple.  He repeated this on the otherside as well.

    One of the onlookers seemed to take a particular interestin my breasts, his eyes wide in fascination.  ?Man!  I just loveclamped boobies!?  He held up some 1? stainless steel balls, each withits own chain and hook.  He turned to Love ?Can I put some of these onher?  Can I??

    My thoughts were ?What kind of a freak carries aroundsteel balls just to put on nipples?  Those things are going to hurt!?

    My Love had different ideas.  ?Sure!  Youcan even play with them a bit!?  The guy was filled with joy and excitement.  Iwas filled with dread.  I pulled a bit at the arm sheath, but it was stillholding me fast.

    Love unlocked and took off my chastity belt.  Iwas free ? in a way.  He showed off my prison to the assembled crowd,who looked on it in fascination.  Quite a few of the guys started whisperingto their female partners.  Wives?  Girlfriends?  Sex slaves?  Ihad no idea, but I knew the idea behind the message ? ?What if you were lockedinto that for as long as I wanted ? no sex, no nothing until my whim struck??

    Breast Man took this opportunity to rub his handsall over my boobs, and then hang a ball onto the chain, loving the way thatit pulled my nipples further away from my body, stretching my boobs.

    I felt Love's penis lubing up my rear.  Oh god!  Hewas going to go in the out door!  I whimpered.  I always thoughtanal sex was so demeaning ? like being used for a sheath for his penis, ora mattress pad ? just an object to be used.

    His penis slowly entered, going only slightly in beforeretreating a bit.  The next thrust went in a bit further before retreating.  Thenext thrust went even further in through the out door, and so on.

    I felt humiliated.  I couldn't even turn awayfrom the mirror on the floor, showing my cringing face to anyone in the assembledcrowd that felt like looking.  

    One guy in the crowd shouted out some encouragementfor Love.  ?Hey!  She sure seems to be enjoying it!  Go harder!?

    That seemed to spur Love on.  He pushed harderand harder.  The force of his thrusts really got my body moving back andforth on the bench.  With each swing, the friggin ' weights on my nipplespulled like a pendulum!

    He seemed to get a tempo going, with his groin slappingmy ass on each stroke.  I'm sure it was wonderful ? for him.  Forme, it was a stretched ass and being humiliated in front of a crowd!

    Breast Man put his smiling face into the mirror'sview, holding up more weights.  My eyes went wide.  Oh god!  Theywere going to hurt even more!

    He hung them on without any further ado.  I criedout as my nipples got yanked further away from my body.  All I could thinkabout was the rhythmic yanking as Love forced my torso to rock the weights.  Normally,the clamps would have slipped off of my breasts with all of this yanking, butmy piercings were holding them firmly clenched onto my abused nipples!  Breastman took this opportunity to fondle and knead my breasts.  He knelt downto let them slap into his waiting face again and again as I got rocked backand forth.  

    Looking down in the mirror, I saw my chastity beltbeing handed around.  I guess it was so that everyone could see and handlemy implement of long-term bondage.  Everyone except for me of course!  Mostmen handled it like ?Oh yeah!?  Most women handled it with the same fearI had of it.

    Love grabbed both bottom corners of my arm sheath,and started yanking on it in rhythm with his thrusts.  This pulled mytorso, impaling it on his penis as his thick rod came up with the stroke.  Hewas smacking my ass hard, and stretching it too!  I started babbling intoan incoherent whimper.  I was SO regretting masturbating.  Oh god.  Neveragain!

    Love pulled on the sheath, and held me impaled ontohim as he tensed, shooting warm sperm up my ass.  He spasmed a few times,I think in attempt to shove his seed further in before withdrawing.  Thoughout of breath, I heard him say ?Oh.  Yes.?  He was clearly pleased.  Justas clear was that my feelings on the subject didn't matter.

    I heard him doing something back behind me.  Icouldn't see what it was, I didn't know what it was, but I did know it couldonly end badly for me.

    Love addressed the crowd.  ?And now, she getshers!?  Curiously, many of them giggled.  I sure I was about to findout why.

    I felt a slight pressure at my vagina, and I was abit surprised ? normally, he can't recover that fast!  As it slid in abit, I realized that wasn't him, or anyone else's penis for that matter.  Itwas rubber!  He slid it in and out, going in further and further untilit was in all the way, then let it sit there.  ?Now isn't that better?? Heasked me.  I knew better than to respond or try to expel it.  Hestepped away.

    Breast Man seemed oblivious to this, instead tormentingmy boobs.  They were already being yanked away from my body from the weights.  Heapparently enjoyed tugging on the chain for just that extra added pull.  Hekneaded them, forcing the blood from my breast into my crushed nipple to increasethe pressure.  The more I cringed, either from pain or humiliation, themore he seemed to enjoy it.

    After a few seconds, the crowd responded.  Somegiggled, and looked at me.  Some gave a slight cheer.  What was goingon?  I was the only one who couldn't see what was going on!  

    I got the answer a few seconds later with some pressureat the crack of my butt.  He was going to plug me!

    I heard Love again.  ?We can't have her removingany of my cum from where I left it, now can we??

    I was thinking ?Oh please!  Let me remove it!  OrI'll promise not to remove it!  Just not the plug!?

    The crowd had a different mindset, spurring him on ?Gofor it!?  ?Oh yeah!?  ?Plug her deep!?  

    The plug slid in a bit, stretching me wide, then easedslightly.  I felt something soft against my thighs, but my thoughts weremore on my butt.  I tried to relax.  I tried to open up.  Itwas huge!  It went in a bit more, then eased slightly again.  Aftera few repeats, he finally slid it home.  I felt my sphincter snap shutaround the narrow neck.  ?Narrow? being a relative term in this case ? itwas still large.  God I felt full!  How long would this fake penisbe in me?

    A moment later, I got my answer ? I felt Love placethe chastity belt around my waist.  He was going to lock these sex toysin?  I started to sob as the cable from the small of my back got tautover the butt-plug, and the front shield was pulled over the dildo, still insideof me.  It didn't close ? it didn't fit?  It seemed the added dildoand plug pushed me out more than what would close!  My spirits rose.  WasLove going to be forced to take something out?  He took a firm grip ofthe shield, and gave it a yank!  It sent the plug even deeper into mybutt!  I cried out, then came the ominous ?click?.  The plug wasshoved in to stay for as long as Love decreed.

    Love un-did the strap holding my head down to thetable.  He told me ?Now why don't you thank. . . .? He gestured to BreastMan.

    ?Jim? Breast Man said.

    ?Thank Jim for the attention he has given to yourbreasts.  If you're sincere, he may even release you from the bench.?  Hepaused.  ?Or, he may decide to tie them up for his amusement.  You'dbetter make it worth his while.?

    My eyes went wide.  I had to plead with thisguy who got his kicks on fondling and yanking  my boobs?  To convinceMr. Breast Fetish himself to let me go?  How was I going to do this masterpieceof persuasion?

    I stammered . ?Um. . . Jim?  I . . .uh . . .really wanted to thank you for your great attention to detail when handlingmy *breasts*.?  I stressed the word, hoping it would appeal to him.  ?However,I'd really appreciate it if you'd release me.?

    Jim looked up at Love, who just shrugged, saying ?Ithink she can do better than that.?

    I continued on, in the most sultry voice I could muster.  ?Jim?  I'dreally love it if you would take the clamps off.  Oh please!  I woulddo wondrous things for you if you'd do that for me.?  

    The words spilled out before I had a chance to thinkabout them.  ?Wondrous things??  What was I getting myself into?  Whatthings could I do for him in my predicament?

    His tone seemed distant as he rubbed my boob.  ?Yourmelons look so wonderful stretched out like this.  If only I could putmy breast stretcher on you. . . ?

    I had no idea what this guy was jabbering about.  Mybreasts were already stretched!  I had to placate him anyway to get released.  ?WhyJim, I would love to model your breast stretcher for you, but you'll have tolet me out to stand up first.?

     He came out of his reverie.  ?All right!?  Heexclaimed, and ran off.  He ran back only about twenty seconds later,carrying some small device.  I saw poles and straps.  I was alreadyafraid, but was I to do?  I had to get off of this bench!

    Jim released my nipples.  I cried out as theblood rushed back.  Damn that hurt!  I wanted to rub them, try tomake them feel normal, but my arms were still in the sheath on my back!  Moaning,I tried to stand up.  I had no leverage!  This was going to be rough!

    Jim helped me stand.  It was only then that Irealized just how huge that penis shoved up my butt was!  I had to stickmy butt out to ease the pressure.  I looked behind me, and saw that ithad a freakin ' horse tail attached!  As if the plug wasn't bad enough,there was a tail coming out of my butt to advertise what was up there!  AndI couldn't do a thing about it!  I groaned from the size.

    Love smiled, and asked a rhetorical question.  ?Doyou like the plug up your ass??  I could tell HE sure liked it.  Thehe pulled out what looked like a key fob.  My eyes went wide.  Iknew what it was.  My plug was a zapper!  It was locked in, so Iwas at the mercy of the holder of the remote.  He addressed Jim, Mr. BreastLover himself, in a voice loud enough for the crowd to hear.  ?Wench herewas found masturbating without permission.  Have her do whatever you please,with one limitation ? nothing living goes in her mouth.  The buttons 1through 4 here will zap her butt if she doesn't comply with your every whim.  Enjoy!?  Withthat, Love turned and walked away into the crowd.  

    My eyes followed his departure with disbelief.  Questionsflooded through my mind.  ?I was in the control of Mr. Breast Fetish??  ?Wherewas Love going??  ?How long was he going to be gone??  ?Why was he.. .?  

    Zap!  ? Gaahh !!? I cried , leaping in the airas the shock went through my butt!?

    ?You are to pay attention to me now.  Let's see ? Ithink you should get on your knees, and kiss my crotch.?  Jim calmly stated,his finger hovering over the zap button.  I knew from experience thatthe first zap was only a two ? it could get a lot worse!  As I knelt down,Jim pondered a bit more.  ?And beg me to stretch your boobs out ? theydangle quite a bit.?

    I started reluctantly kissing the zipper of his jeans,and asking ?Oh master, *kiss* may I *kiss* please wear your *kiss* breast stretchers??

    Jim leaned over to someone else, and I heard him whisper ?Checkthis out.?  Down to me, he said ?Wench, I don't think you're quite desperateenough to plead properly.?  

    I screamed and struggled as my butt was shocked again!  Ilooked up, and saw Jim calmly smiling at me, finger over the shock button.  Themessage was sent loud and clear!  The quicker I got the breast stretcherson, the less I would be zapped!  I rubbed my face over his crotch, pleading,kissing, and rubbing as I did so.  ?Master!  *kiss *  Oh Master!  *kiss*  I want to wear the *kiss* wonderful stretchers for you!  *kiss*To model them *kiss* for your amusement!  My I please *kiss* have thempulled out for you?  Please Master?  My Master??  I nuzzledmy face against his crotch, and thrust my chest out so that they straddledhis leg.

    The guy next to Jim seemed quite amused ?Oh Man!  Thatthink is like the slut button!  I got to get me one for my slave!  Hitthe button, and she turns into a whore!  I love it!?  Everyone aroundlaughed.  I wasn't sure if they were laughing at what he said, or laughingat me forced to be the slutty whore.  In hindsight, I think it was both.

    Jim looked quite happy.  "That was muchbetter.  I see you are a trainable pet."  He held up a cross-shapedgizmo that looked like it belonged on a chemistry lab table.  An  H-shaped pad was put on my chest, so that my boobs stuck out through the gaps.  Whileit was padded "for my comfort", I doubted this contraption wouldbe very enjoyable ? for me at least.  

    From this plate, a threaded rod stuck out away frommy body.  A wingnut was part way up the length, followed by a cross-bar.  Eachend of the cross-bar was attached to a tight spring that was connected to anipple clamp.  The purpose was clear ? twist the wingnut , and the barpulls my nipples away from my body.  My initial thought was right ? thiswasn't going to be enjoyable for me.

    Without further ado, he started to rub and twirl mynipples.  I felt them getting harder under his touch.  Even whenthey were firm, he kept at it for his own enjoyment.  Finally he heldup the clamps, and slowly let them bite down.  Their bite wasn't bad;they had large heads on them.  He made sure to line them up, and my barbellpiercing was again put through the head of the clamp, through the piercing,and out the other end of the clamp.  The piercing was screwed closed,and I knew the clamps wouldn't slip off.  Right now it was pretty slack,but I knew it wouldn't last.

    Jim said "Go around and meander.  Ask anyoneyou can to twirl the wingnut ? one twist per person."

    I looked around.  There must have been a dozenpeople just waiting to participate in yanking my boobs.  I turned to thefirst one.  The testosterone showed on his face.  I glanced backat Jim, who didn't look pleased I was hesitating.  "Would you liketo give it a twirl?"  

    I barely got the words out before he twisted the wingnut.  I felt the pressure change on my boobs, but it still wasn't bad.  Ifaced the next guy, and grimaced, eeking out "Would you like to move thenut?"  

    I yelped as my butt lit up from a zapping!  Jimcalled out "Cheerful and seductive, Wench!"

    I looked back at my next customer.  He was grinning,just waiting to see me try to seduce him into pulling my boobs, ready to enjoythe experience.  I licked my lips seductively, looked up at him, and cooed ?Hithere.  My breasts would love to come closer to you.  Could you helpme out and give that nut a twist??  OK, it was corny, but on short notice,it was the best I could do.  Besides, the guy quickly complied.  Icould start to feel the tension in the setup, starting to pull my boobs taut.

    Jim called me over, holding out his hands like a shelfat chest height.  I waddled over, quite aware of the huge plug up my butt,and placed my boobs in to his waiting grasp.  He massaged them lovinglyas I stood at his disposal ? just a sex object, something that carries aroundboobs for his amusement.  Every feel, squeeze, and caress that he didforced a bit more blood into my nipples, making me all the more aware of thepinch on them.  After about a minute of groping, I got a slight buzz inmy butt! ?Get back out there ? you've got a lot of pull left to get!? Jim criticized.  ?Andmake them good!?

    I turned, and faced a quite enthusiastic group ofpeople.  I should clarify ? about a dozen guys, and two women.  Onelooked eager to give it a twist, the other was truly scared that the guy nextto her was going to have her wear the stretchers next!

    I approached one grinning guy, who was grinning likethe cat that ate the canary.  I tried to give him a seductive pose.  Consideringthat all I was wearing was a metal chastity belt to hold in sex toys, a sheathto bind my arms, and a contraption to yank my breasts out, I'm sure the poselooked more to the obscene.  ?Would you like to give it a twist??

    He smiled.  ?Sure!?  He pulled an indexcard out from behind his back, and stuck it on my chest, just above the stretcherpad.  He smoothed out where he had pre-taped it.  I looked down,but could only see some writing, not clear enough to read it.  He thengave the nut a twist, adding to my discomfort.

    I went up to my next ?customer?.  I said ?Hithere.?  He looked at my chest and laughed.  I was wondering whatthat card said!  He grabbed my boobs, and started to fondle them, moaning ?Ohyeah...?  With my boobs being held so taut, this started to get them throbbing!  Ihad to get this guy to stop, and go on to someone else! ?Would you like tomake them stand out more?  Give the nut a twirl!?

    He came out of his mammary-induced haze.  ?Ohyeah...?  He gave the nut a twist, forcing me to whimper a bit.

    For the next person, I didn't want someone gropingmy taut boobs.  I went to a woman.  She looked eager to help.  Tooeager.  I had to try to seduce her anyway.  ?Would you...?  Iwas cut off by the pain of me shrieking as she grabbed my stretched boobs,digging her nails in.  

    Still squeezing, she lowered her hands, pulling mytortured boobs down with them.  I quickly got the hint and knelt downat her feet.  It was quite clear who was boss.

    In a calm, matter-of-fact tone, she said ?I will stopsqueezing once you properly convince me to do you the service of twisting thatnut.  Do I make myself clear??  She gave me a bit more of a squeezeto press her point home.

    Those fingernails sure hurt!  I asked ?PleaseMistress, may I have the nut twisted??

    She smiled.  ?You learn quickly with the ?mistress',but you lack the desperation.?  She gripped my boobs harder slowly diggingher nails in more and more!

    I shrieked!  ? AAaahhh !  Mistress!  Mistress!  Please!  Pleaseturn the nut!  Please!?

    ?How much??

    ?As much as you want Mistress!  Please!?

    ?Now that's a good slut.?  She let go of my boobs,and twisted her arm to get the maximum number of revolutions in one twist,and really started to crank it.  I shrieked again as my nipples were pinchedmore, and pulled more.

    She calmly looked down at me expectantly.  Istammered ?Thank you mistress.?

    I felt a slight buzz in my butt, and looked for Jim,holder of the butt-zapper control before he went to a higher setting.  Hiseyes were bugging out of his head staring at my boobs, stretched for his amusement.  Ina hormone-induced daze, he said ?I enjoyed watching her pull your boobs likethat.  Have the slave twist and twist and twist, or I'll zap and zap andzap, then the twisting will come.  Got me??

    I was frightened of what might happen if I dared disobey.  ?Yesmaster.?  I went as quickly as I could to the female slave.

    ?Would you like to turn the nut??

    The master interrupted ?First why don't you explainto my pet what you are going through, and why, so that she may learn from yourmistakes.?

    I started to explain as quickly as I could, makingsure it was loud enough for Jim to hear ? I didn't want to get zapped for delaying!  ?Iam being punished for masturbating without permission.  I don't know wheremy clothes are.  My Love put my hands into this bondage sleeve, took meup the butt, then shoved in this butt-plug and tail to hold his sperm in.  Thencame a dildo, locked in by the chastity belt.?

   Master interrupted ?Yes, I've quite enjoyed watching youwaddle around.  Do you enjoy wearing the plug??

    ?No master!  It's freakin ' huge, and I'll getzapped if I don't obey!?

    ?Do you have the keys to the belt??

   ?No!  Love has the keys, and I don't even know wherehe is!?

    ?So you have no idea how long the butt-plug will bein?

   ?No.?

   ?And your mammary jewelry??

    ?It hurts so much, but if you don't turn the nut topull it more, I'll get punished!  Please turn the nut!  Please!?

    Just then, to drive the point home, Jim lit up mybutt!  I jumped from the surprise, and my nipples felt like small ballsof fire from the leap!

    I pleaded to the slave.  ?Please turn the nut!  Idon't want to get zapped again!?

    She seemed terrified ? not wanting to pull my nipplepiercings out, but not wanting me to get zapped for her inaction either.  Mydesperate face may have swayed her.  She gave it a slight turn, and Ilet out a slight yelp.  I'm sure it wasn't enough twist to please Jim.

    ?Please keep turning it.  Please??

    She slowly turned the crank as I whimpered and criedfrom the increasing pain.  She stopped.  I thought it was too soonto please Jim, and whimpered ?More.?  The cranking slowly continued.

    The cranking stopped again as Love came up to me.  Iwas overjoyed to see him, but noticed with disappointment - he wasn't holdingmy clothes.  The punishment would continue.  ?Wench, close your eyes.?  Idid so, and was rewarded by having them taped shut.  You might not realizeit, but eyelid muscles just aren't strong enough to break tape.

    He continued.  ?Good.  Now there's someoneI want you to talk to.?  He led me on.  Due to meandering throughthe crowd, I quickly got lost, but I presume we went into one of the adjoiningrooms.

    I heard an unfamiliar male voice ? ?Is your name Michelle??

    ?Yes.? I replied.  ?Do I know you??

    He ignored my question.  ?And you work at theengine plant??

    ?Yes.?  I was definitely nervous.  Thisguy knew me from work, and now he was seeing me in a chastity belt with mynipples being yanked!  

    ?And you don't know who I am!  It's too bad you'rein that locked belt, otherwise I might just have a fun time with you.  I'veenjoyed watching your tits bounce as you walk by at work.?

    Master chimed in ?You like her boobs, eh?  Ithink we can accommodate you!  Feel free to touch and fondle them allyou want.?

    The mystery man didn't need prompting twice!  Ifelt him start touching and caressing them.  He took a firm hold by theirbase, running his hands out along their extended length.  I moaned ashe forced more blood into my pinched nipples.  He then ran his hands back,forcing more pull of the nipple.  

    Mystery Man moaned too, but his was from sheer passionand enjoyment.  He went back and forth for what seemed like about 10 minutesto me.  I'm sure his estimate would be closer to 10 seconds.

    Love ended the groping.  ?Wench ? follow me.?  Heled me over to a padded bench, and had me lay down on my back.  My armsheath was tucked underneath me.  My boobs, body parts I was always taughtto keep covered, were held up obscenely like two giant towers.  Gravitywas really working against me on this, pulling my boobs into my body whilemy nipples were held away.  

    Love asked me ?Do you want the nipple stretchers off??

    I burst out ?Oh yes!  Please Love!  Pleasetake them off!?

    Love calmly asked me ?Will you co-operate fully??

    I was ready to do anything to get them off!  ?YesLove!  Yes!  I'll do anything you ask!  Please!?

    ? AAAAaaahh !!!? I cried out as he let the clampsgo, blood rushing back into my nipples.  I wanted to rub them to easethe pain, but the arm sheath was quite secure.  

    Love talked as he lubed up the valley between my boobs.  ?Ireally like her boobs like this.  Real ones will flop over a bit whenshe's on her back.  The surgery not only added to her bustline while standing,but kept them perky even when she's on her back!  They're great fun.  Tryit!?

    A moment later, they mystery man straddled me, hishard penis laying between my boobs.  His hands lifted my boobs up andtogether, wrapping them around his shaft.  I heard tape being ripped,and my boobs were groped more ? wrapping them tighter around the penis, andwere taped in place.  A few more strips were put around them, apparentlyto make sure my boobs wouldn't make an escape attempt.

    I heard Love say ?There.  Go for it.?

    The mystery man started moving his penis up and downbetween my boobs.  His penis grew and hardened as it thrust back and forththrough my mammary valley that Love had created for him.  Mystery mangrabbed my boobs, and started to fondle them as he thrust back and forth.

    When he got in a full thrust, his penis started tocome over the top of my chin.  I leaned forward to try to take him inmy mouth, but to no avail ? his penis hit me in the chin.  I tried shirkingdown, but my neck quickly got tired trying to hold my head up at that awkwardangle.  I laid it back down.  My arms were likewise useless to help.

    No sooner than I had done so than he stiffened, andthrust as hard as he could, twitching in place.  His penis turned intoa semen gun, squirting warm sperm.  Most went flying over my face, butone warm splotch splattered up my right cheek, curving over my eye, thankfullytaped closed.

    ?Oh man!  That was wonderful.? He exclaimed ashe slowly withdrew, leaving a dribbling trail of sperm in his wake.

    ?I'm glad you enjoyed it.?  Master said.  Inoticed that he didn't even ask me if I enjoyed it ? I didn't have a choicein the matter.

    He fondled my boobs one last time.  ?See youon Monday Michelle!?  I could only let out a pathetic whimper.

    After a minute or two, Love lifted me up from thebench.  He carefully took the tape off of my face, leaving the sperm inplace.  

    I felt him put something into each of my hands, securein their pocket.  He addressed me, sarcasm dripping from his every word.  Iknow how much you love your nipple stretchers.  Jim, the breast fondlerinspired me.  As soon as you have them on, we can leave.

    ?Um?  Love??  I held up my pocketed armsto show my point ?What about this?  I couldn't put them on even if I wantedto!?

    ?Oh,? He waved at the crowd.  ?I'm sure someguy would be willing to help you ? feel free to ask around.  Once they'reon, come find me, and we can go home.  He disappeared into the crowd.

    I realized that I had to get this over with.  Iwent up to some guy, who was eyeing me up and down.  ?Excuse me.?

    He stepped aside.

   ?No, I need your help.?

    ?Oh, I don't think I'm going to let you out ? youlook too gorgeous held in that arm sheath thing.  What's that on yourface??

    I blushed, but what could I do?  ?Cum.?

    ?What??

    ?Cum.  Semen.  Sperm.  Man Sauce.?

    ?Oh ? your Master had fun with you!?

    ?Actually, I don't know who's that is ? Master's spermis locked up my rear.?  I turned to show him the plug and tail stickingout of my butt.

    He laughed heartily.  ?There ain't no way I'mcleaning off jism or taking a plug out of your butt.  Sorry babe.  Noway.?  

    ?Well, look inside the arm sheath, and you'll seewhat I mean.?

    He looked inside cautiously.  Perhaps he wasexpecting to see more orgasmic fluids.  I held up the items Love had wantedme to have on.  He called them ?jewelry? , I considered them to be ?insidioustorture devices?.  I talked to the guy ?I need these put on, but I obviouslycan't do it myself.?

    He was clearly unsure.  ?Uh. . . I don't knowhow to. . . What are they??

    ?They're nipple stretchers ? they go on my nipples.?

    His tone got quite excited.  ?Oh!  I'm sureI can figure these out.  Sure I'll help!?  I just knew he was smilingear to ear knowing that I would be telling him to play with my nipples.

     He took the stretchers from my hands, and camearound front, now eyeing his prey ? my nipples.

    ?Take the hoop with the prongs, and put it over mynipple ? prongs facing out.?  He did so.  The prongs each forkedabout an inch out.  I'm sure he liked that I was explaining what to do,so that his precious pride wasn't hurt.

    The next item was a long barbell piercing ? it wasabout 10? long, and about ½? in diameter, narrowing where it was togo through the nipple.  It has a threaded ball to hold it on at each end.  ?Takethe long barbell piercing, and unscrew one end.   Now put the piercingthrough the nipple hole.  Twist it a bit ? it goes in easier that way.  No,it doesn't need to go through the fork yet.?  It felt odd giving commandsto a guy, and having him comply.  It was even stranger telling him todo something that was for someone else's enjoyment at my expense!

    ?OK, it's through.  Put the cap over the piercingrod.  Do the same to the other side.?  I thrust out my breast asbest as I could to give him that little better access.  In hindsight,I don't know why ? it was totally available anyway.  In about a minute,the other nipple had the piercing going through it.  The long rod wasthus connecting my nipples.

    ?Now pull the barbell, and put it between the twoforks.?  He pulled, and I screamed in pain from the yank on my nipple.  

    He dropped the barbell like a hot potato, stammering.  ?What?  What?  Youtold me to do it!?

   ?If I scream again, keep going.  I guess I should havewarned you ? it hurts to have your nipple yanked on.  You should try itsometime.?

    He grabbed hold of the barbell again.  ?No, Ithink I like you trying it more.?  He pulled the nipple out, and I screamedagain.  He kept hold, and set the barbell onto the fork, holding my nipplein the stretched position.  

    ? Ow .? I whimpered.  ?That hurts!  Nowthe other one.?  He yanked, and I screamed again as he settled bar holdingmy nipples into the stretched position.  I hated the stretchers, but nowthat they were on, I could search for Love ? hopefully he had my clothes!   

    The end