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I beamed at her through the rest of the show, feeling too shy and too flirty to actually trust myself to say much of anything as we were undressed, placing her back into that dazzling bright yellow Belle costume and me back into the Tinkerbell piece that showed off just a little too much of my ass and tits.

Nicole’s poured out of the top of her dress, frilly and white at the edges, drawing attention again to that incredible bust. 

“What bra size do you wear again?” I asked as she clasped it around her, hiding those large, pale nipples. 

“Right now a 34 G, but sometimes it’s a 32,” Nicole said. “For the longest time I was shoving myself into a D. You know like that’s the last letter in the bra alphabet."

I nodded dumbly. It seemed unreal, but Nicole was over six feet tall, making even the massive size look completely proportional. 

Until you tried to squeeze them.

“The girl at Victoria Secret seems to think so. I got this one in New Orleans at a specialty shop.”

We finished dressing, and again Samuel whisked us off to the next show. By the time the day was done, I had seen an escape artist, The Great Rhondi, the Fire Whip Show, and a Joust as real as the WWE. Their favorite was the Sound and Fury, a fake Shakespeare troupe that seemed to have as much fun as the audience performing their improvisation-heavy epic Testicles and the Sack of Rome. 

And everywhere we went, there were costumes, knights and wizards, kings and queens, monsters and magic. Many were workers or performers hired to be there; others were like us, just regular people wanting to be a part of a show we were all creating together. The sun began to set, and Samuel spirited us back to where we started, sitting at the tavern, listening to Opal and Jade.

“Now for those of you who don’t know. This is the six o’clock drunk off our ass dumpster fire show...”

I did feel a little buzzed. I had been sneaking drinks from Samuel’s fireball flask as much as I dared, just enough to quiet the shock at having so much of myself seen in public. But I wasn’t drunk, just warm and fuzzy, leaning back and forth between the two of them. We continued singing, joining in until the tavern closed down, then sitting in the arena where the all-too fake joust happened, watching fireworks explode above our heads. 

“Alright, let’s grab a quick bite to eat; we don’t want to miss Naked Jenga.”

We were walking and talking, me holding each of their hands, often at the same time. Because of the size difference between the equally tall Clementines and my small stature, I had the weird feeling that they could easily start swinging me like a small child. 

The shops were closing down, the light fading as we started towards our car. 

As we walked, each row of cars became its own sort of campground. There were thousands of people, dozens of different flags and banners marking off different clans. We stopped as we went, hearing a band on a constructed stage playing Blitzkrieg Bop, stopping to try fried mushrooms from a group dressed as different Mario characters. There were pirates and campers, RV’s, teepees, huts, and even a large wooden castle, the entire camp turned into its own expression of creativity. 

We arrived at our car, and the pair worked like a pit crew, pulling out a chair for me from their trunk.

“Sit down, relax, and drink some water,” Nicole said. “We can take care of the tent.”
“I can help!” I said. 

“Aren’t you a doll for trying!” Nicole said, giving me a peck on the cheek. “But it’s really hard to do in the dark.”

“If you haven’t done it a thousand times,” Samuel said, laying out the tarp. 

He backed up the car a little, turning on the headlights and the pair had the tent up in fifteen minutes, each effortlessly helping each other in a series of practiced tasks. Before I knew it, they had set us up around a fire pit. Nicole smoked a cigar while Samuel and I shared a joint, waiting for nine. 

“Hey Nicole,” I said awkwardly. “Um.. where should I use the bathroom? I saw some porta-potties back when we were walking-”

Samuel waved his hand, cutting me off. 

“You haven’t told her your system?”

“I stopped using the porta-potties years ago,” Nicole said. “They are honestly probably okay now, but there’s like twenty thousand people out here camping. It gets pretty disgusting.”

“So… so what do you do?” I asked. 

“Well, I got you something, hold on…” Nicole said, disappearing through the open canopy that extended out from the entrance to their tent. 

She came back and handed me a plastic rectangle case, about as long as my hand. 

“It’s a she-wee,” Nicole said. “Here’s let me show you.”

Inside of the case was a specially designed funnel, designed to cup under my vulva with a dick-like spigot that would let the urine flow out and away like a man.  

“I got this one for you,” Nicole said. “Here, let’s walk a little out of sight. Later tonight, we’ll just go by our tent, but it’s still too early. Sam, do you mind watching?”

“I insist on watching,” Samuel said. 

“I mean watching out to make sure no one sees!”

“Oh… right…” Sam said, pretending to be crestfallen. 

There was something so surreal, so gender-bending about using the she-wee. I pulled my panties to the side, fitting the rectangular funnel naturally against my vulva, and yet still I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t about to pee my pants. 

Not that I was wearing anything other than a thong and the light tan triangles just barely covering my ass.

“Oh god, I can’t do it,” I whined. “And I need to go so bad!”

“It’ll happen, oh fuck I thought I lost the grip on mine,” Nicole said. “Okay, there we go.”

 We stood nonchalantly, me somehow weirdly confident in our distance from the camp and the fact that no one would imagine two girls had their dicks out to water the tree. 

Plus Samuel was watching the road with his back turned, like a perfect gentleman. 

I heard the pitter-patter of her urine splashing along the tree line and had to peek. We were standing shoulder to shoulder, and I had this weird idea like we were two guys standing out in the forest, going easily, and looking at each other’s junk. Of course, it wasn’t really cock-shaped, more like a funnel jutting out. Still, the sensation of watching the urine pushed out of her was just like watching a man pee. 

Or at least, how I imagined it. I’d never been pissed on by a man before; it was something Samuel hoped to change. But right now all I could think about was my full bladder, shy and unwilling to let loose.

It happened before I could really think, which in all honesty was probably the only way it was possible. Just a trickle at first, a leak of urine spilling down into the canister. For a moment I was sure I fucked it up, that I would have at least droplets pouring down my leg. I couldn’t help it. I let out a little giggle as I let loose, watching my pee spurt out in front of me. 

“Yeah, you can’t go back after,” Nicole said. 

“It feels so weird! I mean thank you,” I said. “I’m going to have to get used to this.”

I thought about crossing streams with Nicole, just as the last few drops started to shake from the end of the spit. She pulled out a few wet wipes from the package in her purse and handed them to me. 

“Okay, let’s go to the Jenga,” Nicole said

****

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we here at Call of Booty want to remind you - no lights, no cameras. If you need to use your phone, you can go way the hell over there to the Bonfire. Boobies are afraid of the light. Trust me, I am a professional boobie therapist. You have no idea the stories that I hear..”

The man wore a tri-corner hat and a pirate costume, really more an authentic replica. In the middle of the circle hung thousands of lights, bright and illuminating the five-foot-tall Jenga stack in the middle of the ring. Around it crowded hundreds of people, pushing and jostling for the view as the pirate captain continued speaking through the loudspeaker. 

We were not standing around the circle. The three of us sat in our folding chairs in front of the crowd. There was a smattering of crew around the circle, beefy looking me with black t-shirts, another older man with a long beard sitting on a throne in the middle. Behind him was a twenty-foot tall wooden cut-out of a pirate ship, hiding a trailer and a slew of tents.

I had seen Samuel and the pirate captain talking earlier before the show like good friends. When I asked, Nicole simply shrugged. 

“I sit at the front and play when there is a lull,” Nicole answered. “I used to be really shy, but now I help convince other people to play.”

“Oh…” I said. 

Then she smiled at me, her eyes devious.

“But very rarely do I get to hang out all day with a hot girl I want to sleep with,”  Nicole said, reaching for her hand. “You can just watch if you want.”

I didn’t really know how to answer. The thought of being completely naked in front of all these people terrified me. Yeah, I know I’m objectively cute, I guess in the right light, but there’s been maybe only a handful of pictures of myself that I can actually stand. 

But even on those days when I actually smile a little at my reflection, I can’t imagine stripping naked in front of a least a hundred hooting people. 

Not without being made to and my mistress wasn’t here.

I took another drink.

I wondered if Nicole could make me, domming me to force out what I really wanted. I couldn’t say at the moment whether I would actually be able to play. I had to wait and see, my heart beating so high up it nearly throttled my throat. 

“We here at Naked Jenga are interested in making memories, not evidence. We want you to have a job on Monday. These women up here could be your pre-school teachers. We don’t want to know. You know the rules… But you are going to hear them again anyways. Pull a block, do what it says. We are pirates, we will negotiate. Knock over Jenga and you will strip buck ass naked and rebuild Jenga.”

He took a deep breath, I could see that the bouncers were finding people from the crowd who wanted to play. There was this moment where I wondered if the whole thing would come crashing down under the weight of the expectation. 

And then a woman came forward, the same Asian goddess dressed in little more than the paper-mache arms of the octopus. 

Did I mention my interest in tentacles? 

She was already nearly naked, her nipples really the only thing covered as the rest of her breasts bounced just barely, small and pert, yet lovely. 

A lot like mine…

Only she was much taller, without being tall. And her breasts were a little bigger, pressed down by the tentacles encasing them perfectly, a fishnet attached to her panties like a skirt. 

“Can we all say, 'Hi, Tina?'”

“Hi, Tina!” The crowd roared. 

“Pull one block using one hand and one hand only. Then place the block on top of the rest.”

Tina took her time for someone who had every choice, before pushing forward one of the blocks and then showing it to the captain.

“Flash the Captain!”

She leaned in to whisper to him.

“Sure the block doesn’t say what you have to flash,” the captain said. “But what were you going to do if you knocked it over?”

Tina shrugged, accentuating her barely covered boobs as if to say there was no chance of knocking over the tower at the first round. She bent over, pulling up the thick ropes in her net before bending over to show the captain her ass. 

And I had seen it, round and perfect, the part in between thighs teasing me with her pussy. 

Then it was over and Tina bounced back into the crowd.

The game heated up, people becoming more comfortable to play. There were a few very pretty college girls, buzzed and giggling that had flashed the crow\d their tits after pulling a block. A younger looking guy in an Elf costume, clearly pressured by the girl he was with had to sing "I Feel Pretty" at the top of his lungs. And a gorgeous looking girl in a Maleficent costume got away with only finishing her drink. Then I watched a few well-built frat looking guys have to pull their pants to their ankles and hop around Jenga like frogs, their cocks bouncing and flopping all over. 

Though at first I felt bad for one of them (he was not well-endowed), there was an inclusivity that made me warm up to the idea of participating. A few more women joined in, and while they weren’t my type, everyone still cheered when they flashed the audience, totally appreciative of their effort. 

And then there was a pause, the tower looked about ready to topple at any second, with holes missing all along the stacks. The game ground to a halt; no one ready to take the plunge. 

Weird, but I kind of understood it. One thing to chance flashing for a second, another to strip completely and rebuild the tower. 

Then Nicole stood up. 

And somehow I was standing too.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” Nicole said. 

“I know,” I said, my voice quavering. 

“I’ll play,” Samuel said, jumping up with a grin.

“Sit your ass back down, Samuel!”

I looked at Nicole, puzzled. 

“He’ll just knock it over,” Nicole said. “If you’re lucky he’ll at least pretend to pull a plank first. Never trust Sam to play anything.”

And playfully, I started slapping at his chest until he sat back down reaching for his flask. Well almost playfully, one thing to take the chance of getting naked, another to know the friend I flew halfway across the country to see would so shamelessly set me up.

“Okay, okay, I’ll sit! No one wants to see me anyways,” Samuel said. “There’s no shortage of dick in the world…”

She went first, expertly gliding a hand on the protruding plank, trying to wrench one free. Then the Captain stopped her. 

“Sorry, Belle, I think you are committed to that one…”

She cocked her head at him incredulously, deciding not to say anything catty and pulled…

For a second, as the tower shook and trembled, I couldn’t believe what I’d volunteered to do. I tried rationalizing it. After all, the Tinkerbell costume left little to the imagination. And Nicole was so hot. I wanted to impress her. Yeah, there was that high school bullshit about impressing the popular girl; I couldn’t help it. 

But still, my heart was beating in my throat, waiting for the whole thing to come crashing down…

It didn’t…

With a smirk, Nicole pulled the block free and the crowd let out a groan.

“Okay, so for this we need all the girls; Belle gets to decide who has the biggest breasts in all the land.”

And to my surprise, as the captain continued cajoling them, nearly a dozen women all of ages, races, sizes, and costumes stood in a line. The captain went over to each one of them, giving the girl a chance to wiggle or even flash the crowd, as a few of them did while he spoke. 

“Okay, who here thinks contestant one has the biggest boobs in town?”

And so on until finally…

“Okay, Belle, no way to tell from that far away. I guess you and Tinkerbell will have to motorboat them and find out!”

I hope I adequately describe half the things that happened this night. But while I certainly want to give each woman the time she deserved for jiggling or baring her bosom by pulling down on the frock, how could I? Of course, I remember Tina, feeling those tentacles against the side of my cheeks as I placed my head against the valley between her tits. 

She held my head and she shook me against them until I nearly thought the costume would fall apart. Then she let go and I was onto the next woman. Nicole and I kept moving only taking what they would give us naturally. Sometimes it was light, over the costume, barely anything to get excited about.

But free from their inhibitions, more often each person was like Tina.

The crowd broke out into applause and the captain spoke again. 

“I think they all have the biggest boobs in all the land! Give them a round of applause.” 

Again, my ears reddened, but the sound of approval began to excite another part of me. 

And I would need every ounce of courage and energy. The Jenga tower seemed to shake even as I approached it, threatening to topple just from my breath. Thankfully I was holding it, afraid to do more than look. 

I was sure I would be the klutz that knocked the thing over. At least Nicole would have to do it with me. At least she wouldn’t care that I had forced her to strip. I hadn’t actually considered this part of her plan, not until afterwards when she confessed it was common for her to volunteer at these awkward moments when people got scared to play. 

And to bring other girls in with her… girls like me too friendly to let another gal shoulder all of the attention. 

I found my plank, pulling and watching in slow motion as the top began to shift, sealing my fate with every weeble and wobble. I thought about stopping but kept pulling, eeking the thing out, the tower swaying, shaking, and somehow managing to stay upright. 

I let out a breath, then moved my hands to my mouth like an idiot, concerned that even this exhale would be the tipping point. 

I didn’t even look at the block as I handed it to the captain, sure I could manage even flashing the audience after the certainty of stripping nude in front of everyone. 

The Captain turned the block over, smiling at me a little too much. 

“MAN THE CANNONS!”  

And the crowd went wild.

I didn’t know what was happening. Wildly, I looked around to see where the pirate pointed. A rope connected to the fake rigging of the pirate ship background was hoisting up a large black ball.

Aimed right in the path of the Jenga. 

“Oh no…” I moaned. 

Nicole heard me, coming close, putting her arms around me. 

“Sometimes it misses.”

The crewman let go of the rope, flinging the ball straight into the tower, sending each piece tumbling out into a half dozen different directions.

“Yeah, but most times it doesn't.”

Thank god she went first!

A crew woman approached, tapping Nicole on the shoulder. Weird, I know how much that little thing that mattered, but seeing another woman put me at ease. She put down a large plastic billion-gallon Tupperware bin for us to put our clothes in until we were finished. I took a deep breath, still not believing I was about to do this.

But there was so much pressure, a few hundred people that it seemed impossible to disappoint. Thank god they were on the other side of the rope, separated, sequestered so that no one could be tempted to reach out and touch. 

And thank god Nicole went first. 

She sort of shimmied out of the yellow shoulder straps on her Belle costume. I could hear the crowd’s energy rising, reaching a new decimal as she pulled off the strapless white bra, her breasts bouncing out. 

They all saw what I had in the dressing room. Large nipples, hard and proportional to her curves, lightly colored areolas that faded naturally to her skin. They moved with every effort to pull down the dress, swinging and swaying; every eye bolted to her boobs until she pulled down the matching yellow thong. 

She had trimmed her pussy very neatly with barely a few slivers of hair to distract from her sex. Then she put her hands on her hips and took a bow, the audience continuing their uproarious applause. 

Nicole touched me on the shoulder, leaning in to whisper, but I couldn’t really hear much of anything.

All I could do was stare at her bare body in disbelief.

“You don’t have to…” Nicole said. 

“Of course I do!” I said, suddenly amused in spite of everything. 

It was a weird sort of gallows humor that surprised me with its suddenness. 

“Well, okay, kind of, unless you want the villagers to get their pitchforks,” Nicole said. “And knowing Samuel, he’d be their leader.”

I looked at him sitting in front of the right side of the ring, making eye contact enough for him to give me a wink.

‘Help me…” I said.

She moved at the back of my costume, untying them then moving in front of me to pull the corset down, beaming as she took in my breasts. It was helpful to look just at her, to see her bright excited face as she pulled down the top, holding my hands as I stepped out of the belt with sewn-on leafy triangles. 

Nicole bent down, pulling my thong to my ankles. 

The crowd cheered, maybe even louder as I stepped out of the thong. 

But strangely, I didn’t care. I was looking down at Nicole, who lingered, hunched over and clearly taking her time to stare at my pussy. 

I just hoped she liked my piercing, a dainty barbell on my clitoral hood.

“Oh wow…” Nicole said. 

I blushed. 

“I’m sorry, I knew you had it. I tried to see earlier, but now that I have a closer look, I can’t help but linger.”

“Do you… do you like it?” 

My voice came out timid.

“Oh course Livvy,” Nicole said, rising up finally front only a foot away from my pussy. 

She could have bent her neck and started licking. 

Don’t think I wasn’t imagining it. 

The crowd let out another thunderous roar as the two of us began collecting blocks, every movement of our nude bodies spilling out into the erotic imaginings of a countless horde. The applause died down a little, and I tried not to think about what I was showing as I spotted the nearest collection of blocks. I bent down, imagining the people behind me seeing my pussy as I squatted, starting to close my legs only to give up at any idea of modesty. 

I gathered a few into my arms, using them to hide my breasts, giving a thought to the dirt on my feet as the wood pressed into my nipples. 

They were rock hard. 

And my pussy was glistening wet. 

I wondered if anyone could tell, trying to hurry as I picked up block after block. I dropped them, bending and parting my cheeks again to start putting the pieces of the tower back together. The jeers of joy went up from the audience, both terrifying and delighting, and while I was glad that I’d done this, more than anything I wanted it to be over. 

Now that it was off the bucket list, I didn’t know that I needed it as anything other than a fun memory to revisit. But Nicole was different, moving with an almost with a peculiar patience. She only ever stopped to pick up one block at a time, and even then, she leaned down with a sort of a curtsey, relishing in every eye she could draw. 

Part of me thought all of the attention, the applause, the abject adoration was only on her. But then I remembered how they applauded her taking my clothes off, and calmed down just a little bit. There was something soothing about basking in her limelight, letting Nicole take on the brunt of the attention while still sunning, protected by her long shadow. 

It was her element, so seamless, so effortless.

But it meant that she would draw out every last agonizing moment for me, until we both stood up together, my eyes barely over the tower, meeting her gaze. 

For a second, I forgot about the one block missing from the top of the tower. 

I looked around, startled to life as I searched the circle, seeing nothing. 

“I’m sorry, you have to get every last piece,” the Captain said. 

I turned around, doing a full circle, showing them all everything one last time before I saw what he had done. 

In between the Captain’s leg was the block. 

I was almost imagining the things I should have done to him, seething under the surface at being made to look so foolish. I walked over, goose-stepping, almost pouting like a cartoon character, pulling the wood from his legs with one hand before placing it in the middle of the statue. 

“Let’s give it up one more time for Belle and Tink!”

And again, the crowd clapped loudly, the sound burning my earlobes… 

Nicole moved towards me, closing the distance. With one hand she took my hand, turning me towards her. I looked up at her, doe-eyed and willing to let this continue as long as she wanted, so long as I pleased her.

She reached down, holding my cheek in one hand, giving me plenty of time to speak, to stop it if I didn’t want this to happen.

But I wanted her.

More than anything.

Her touch overpowered the reluctance, the shyness, the almost unanticipated sense of embarrassment. Nicole moved in, leaning down, my eyes closing, my lips pursed as we kissed.

I felt her breasts against mine as she arched down, eclipsing mine as our bodies mushed together. The crowd went wild, but their enthusiastic energy barely registered with the electricity in Nicole’s body intertwined in mine. 

She broke away, leaving my mouth desperate again, then leaned down to whisper in my ear, a strangely private and public moment.

“God you don’t even know how badly I want to fuck you now,” Nicole said. “I want to throw you over those blocks and use my tongue to play with that piercing.”

Did I purr?

Did I mew?

I must have done something because Nicole gave me a little nip on the neck, and it drove me wild. 

There was the same crew girl, holding our costumes in the container, inviting us to follow. 

“Let’s go backstage,” Nicole said. “I want you to myself for a little while, without even Samuel..”

“Is… is that okay?” I asked, following her, again conscious of my complete nudity. 

My hands went to my ass, covering it shyly as I trotted with her into the plywood backdrop of the pirate ship, into the open hole beneath the pretend drawbridge. On the other side of the pretend ship were a dozen or so campers and tents, all aligned in a pre-ordained circle, closing off the Call of Booty from the rest of the fair. 

The girl in the jean shorts and black Call of Booty tank led us into a long-standing tent, leaving our costumes on the floor. The tarp was empty with only a decorative chair in the middle of the room. 

“I love this place,” Nicole said. “At first they made you get dressed in front of everyone. God, that was weird. Now they kind of usher you back here, give you a moment…”

I nodded, going for the container. 

“Olivia…” Nicole said, almost trembling. 

“Yeah?”

“I’d take this moment,” She said. “I know… I know that it’s hard meeting someone online, but I met Samuel on Craiglist of all places. Still, it’s like getting to a certain point and not knowing if you can even talk, if you really have the connection that makes you flutter a little bit when you see them…”

Nicole stopped, not able to meet my eyes. 

“And I know you’re taken,” Nicole said. “But I’d take this moment, even if it’s just this one. Away from Sam, away from the crowds, away from everyone to be with you... if you want.”

“I’m not…” I barely managed. “Jesus, I guess it’s just been a while and I’m more used to the women in my life telling me exactly what to do.”

“I mean I’ll tell you what I want to do,” Nicole said, smiling. “I just want to know every step of the way that it's consensual.”

“Oh wow, well usually things are just decided for me, I said honestly. 

“Oh I’m sure I can decide what we do, but Livvy,” Nicole said. “I don’t want to imitate another woman. I couldn’t. I’m not a professional dominatrix or even dominant all the time. I’m more on the sub side of switching. But I’ll try. Sometimes I think the best dom is a switch.”

“We could find out,” I said, starting to kiss her again. 

“I want you over there, on the throne,” Nicole said. 

We kept at each other as we walked. Thank god the room was bare, reserved no doubt for dance parties or something while whoever got to be captain lorded over in this ornate chair higher than the rest of the room. She must have steered because I stayed completely focused on her breasts, nearly eye level for me, so that I even had to rise up a little on my toes to put my mouth on her nipple. 

She gasped, holding me to her tits like I was nursing, responding as I closed my teeth in a little, tentative nibble. Her hands reached around my naked ass, pulling me up a little, lifting me in her arms for a brief second before resting my bare buns on the cushion. I had the thought of being rude to the chair’s owner and then forgot it as Nicole tugged on my lips with hers. Her hands explored my body, beginning at my nipples and tracing their way down, until she ran a cautious finger up my thigh, closer and closer until…

“Oh yes!”

Too loud, a near scream of adulation that seemed to whip around the flaps of the tent. More than enough encouragement for her to continue touching me, teasing until she found the barbell on my clitoral hood. The metal rubbed against my sex, gently, timidly, Nicole almost too cautious with this new toy. 

I liked thinking of my pussy as an object, something for her to take and play with, almost as much as I enjoyed her fingers dancing on my sex, teasing me until she became comfortable enough to apply the pressure I really needed. 

I knew that Nicole was still getting used to it, not wanting to hurt me. She sunk to her knees in front of me. Her finger slid down towards my lips, already wet enough that I gave tiny consideration to the person who had to sit on the chair next. I was already gushing, opening easily to her exploring finger, bucking up and down on my seat, angling my back down so that my ass was nearly hanging from the chair. 

She drove her finger inside of me, then adding another. Her thumb massaged around my clit, rubbing the little piece of metal against me, hitting that perfect rising tone of pleasure. Nicole had three fingers in me now, spreading me wide as I helped fucked myself on her hand. 

“Oh god…”

“You are going to ask me to cum all night,” Nicole said. 

“Yes... yes, I’ll ask…” I asked, already feeling close. 

“All day, everyone has looked at that ass, at those tits,” Nicole’s voice dropped an octave, lower and dominant. “They all wanted to fuck you when you stripped naked. But I’m going to fuck you Livvy. Tonight you’re mine. I want to tie you up and spank you. I want you to submit to me.

“Yes ma’am..”

She smiled. 

“Call me Mommy,” Nicole said. 

It sort of caught in my throat at first. Of course, I knew about this. Samuel was quick to point out the double standard in calling dominant guys Daddy. I already had a mistress. I already had a wife. But a Mommy?

How strange and exciting…

“Yes… Mommy…”

And saying it out loud, though terribly embarrassing, made me a little wet.  

“I want to find out how many times you can cum in one night,” Nicole said. “So I’m not going to stop until you reach a number that’s enough for me.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I breathed. 

God, she was good at dirty talk.

Nicole moved her head down, her tongue coming so close to my pussy that I ached for it. I was nearly there, and just the tip wasn’t enough. She tickled the barbell, just barely tapping against it, just enough to drive me crazy. 

I was so close to cumming. 

“Can I cum?”

“That depends if you ask right.”

She looked up at me, eyes wide with glee. 

“Mommy, can I please cum?” 

“Yes, Livvy, cum for Mommy. She wants to see.”

For a second I thought it wouldn’t happen. Then I started to squirm against the chair, nearly shaking out of it. But Mommy didn’t pause. Nicole kept driving her three fingers into me, if anything harder than before. I let out a loud cry, alerting probably anyone within earshot. 

But Nicole held me down, fucking me and moving her head down to really lick my pussy. She twirled her tongue around in a circle, hitting me in just the right way, bringing me immediately past that uncomfortable, too much feeling right to ramp me up towards another climax. I wasn’t going to be able to hold in it, I had to ask. 

“Mommy, can I cum?!”

It didn’t matter what she answered. I don’t think she even lifted her face up. She just kept at me as the throes of another orgasm overtook my body. 

My back pushed up against the seat of the chair, Nicole the only thing holding me up as I pushed away from her, too sensitive to keep going. Only she didn’t stop, following me, keeping her tongue on me until I started to swell up with excitement again.

Then she slowed suddenly, leaving me tortuously on the edge. 

“How many was that?” Nicole asked. 

“Two…” I said. 

“You didn’t wait for permission for the second one,” Nicole smiled. “Is it because you want me to punish you?”
I hadn’t actually done it on purpose, but Nicole effortlessly worked it into the fantasy. 

She wanted to punish me.

My mind raced with the ideas I’d emailed back and forth with Samuel. 

Would she whip me?

Shock me?

Cane me?