Trespassing Track Star
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I often used my mother's absence as an opportunity to browse through her latest "reading material". It wasn't long after Jenny arrived, that we found ourselves sprawled out on my bed amidst a vast array of sexy magazines and catalogs.
Because there hadn't been enough time to sort through them, I ended up with some pretty heavy duty stuff.
Jenny dug up one that was buried at the bottom called "Submissively Yours: Adult Toys Catalog for the Women who needs to be put in her place." Mmmmmm! I thought, *playing* could take on a whole new meaning with some of *those* toys!
"Lookie hear!" She gushed, pointing to some pushup bras with "optional" nipple clamps, similar in many respects to the ones I fantasized about. Then she held the catalog away from me so I couldn't see it. "OOOH-OOOH they have a *leash* that you can attach... no way! A *vibrating* leash!
"Get out of town," I snickered, grabbing at the catalog, trying to pry it away from her.
By then she was giggling out of control, rolling around on the bed while fighting off my attempts to wrestle that thing away from her. Vibrating leash all right! We'd see about that! But the mere *thought* of such a device was enough to send tingly sensations spreading out all over me. In any case, one thing was certain. I wanted one and I wanted it *now*!
"What *other* goodies do they have? Let me see." Hoping my new approach would get her to hand over the catalog. No way!
"It's mine," she teased, waving it just in front of my face. "*I* had it first! Oh I bet you've never seen one of *these*."
Of course I hadn't! Not with *her* hogging the darn thing!
"What is it? Come on tell me."
"A choker, I mean a *collar*, that's what it really is. MMMMMMM, *so* submissive in this thing and I'm not even wearing it... yet! It says here it's guaranteed to bring out the "weak and helpless" in *every* woman. I could imagine it would, with that little miniature *padlock* dangling out in the open like that. And it's loaded with *darling* little d-rings. 'One size *forces* all'!
D-rings? What were those, I wondered. I was instructed that they were for *attaching* various things. Things like leashes. Oh, *those* kinds of things.
Eventually I managed to wrestle the magazine away her for more than five seconds. Just long enough to get a look at the previously discussed hardware. In reality the leash did not exactly vibrate, but delivered a mild electrical stimulation, according to the advertisement. I could feel the electricity flowing into my nipples already, and we hadn't even hooked it up yet!
The ad went on to say how the "corrections" could be administered by a control on the end of the leash and how it was an effective "tool" for training.
"Oh look Jenny, it says that these are good for... for... training?" Acting like I had absolutely no idea what in the world they were talking about. Yeah, right! I knew all about *slave* training, to be precise.
Jenny answered with a restrained smirk. "I *think* I know what they mean. We played something like that at a party I went to last year."
Two questions. She did what?! And why wasn't I invited? Wait a minute here, I thought. She was obviously trying to get me going again so I played along with her little party game.
"So... How *do* you play that game anyway?"
"Well, each person finds a partner. It works best with couples, you know, boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Sounds *fun* already!" I blushed.
She went on to tell me how one person would be the train-er, and the other the train-ee. Then some cards with different "activities" were passed around. When I asked her what the cards said, that little stinker told me she couldn't remember! Now where's that electric leash?
One of my favorite items in the catalog was the "soft" rope for "all your basic bondage needs." According to the ad, it takes the rope burn out of struggling. It went on to say that there's nothing quite like a good struggle, just to let you know you're not *about* to get away. An ever-present reminder that someone *else* is in charge. And, of course, a good rope should be gentle, but *very* firm!
We looked at each other when we saw the order form in the back, neither knowing exactly what to say. Should we order something? And if so, what? Wait a minute, HOW?! Mom would freak out if she found out that... Hold on here, Isn't *she* the one who had it in the first place? Why should *I* feel guilty?
"Ummmmmmm... I need your exact street address, Jenny."
"No... uh... I think yours would be better! My dad's a cop, he'd probably arrest us or something."
"Yeah," I added, "And then he would have to thoroughly test the *evidence*!"
Jenny's face changed to serious. "You should hear him go on about all this pornography and *drugs*, Oh, he has this thing about drugs. He's on a crusade to rid the world of them."
I agreed that whatever we ordered should be delivered to my house. As long as my name was on the package, it would probably be all right, though I ended up leaving very specific instructions on a note attached to the order form. There was to be *absolutely* no return address on the package, which would require no less than *two* layers of packaging tape. Yet, still I felt uneasy about the whole thing. Mom did, after all, have her "nosey" side.
Jenny was already busy, anxiously filling in the blanks.
"What have you got here?" I asked. "Come on now. Let's not be bashful!" After some token resistance, she was persuaded to show me.
"Oooooh! I like this! You getting a... a *strap-on* vibrator! Let me read about this." I cuddled up next to her and proceeded. "'Butterfly strap-on vibrator... In fact... *the only* strap on with wireless remote control?!' No way! 'Has the all the range of a garage door opener? And three times the fun'?!" Jenny's blushing face was now covered with her hands, but I'm sure she could still hear me. "Look Jenny! It says right here that it's *great* for those long walks on the beach! I hope you ordered two!"
And speaking of ordering, there were a few items on *my* shopping list as well. Like for instance, some of that "soft" rope, maybe a hundred or so feet. And I just *adored* the back velvet choker, you know, the one with miniature padlock? But for the next part, some advice was needed.
"Oh Jennnnn... eeeeee! Jenny sweetie!" She shook her head, giggling through a veil of fingers. "Jenny, I need to know which *nipple* clamps you think would be the best. I don't want anything with *teeth*, like these ones here." I pointed at the picture, not that she was *even* paying attention!
The ones called "vice-grips" didn't sound too appealing either. Then I found them. "Comfort clamps". Just like the soft rope, they claimed to be the comfortable solution for restraining problems.
It was no surprise at all to me when I noticed how *wet* things had been getting under my panties, but the thought of having to wait for the "goodies" to arrive was depressing. Even more depressing was how I felt about myself and my appearance. Sitting down at my dresser, I examined my face. Then Jenny's appeared with that contagious smile of hers as she walked over. She motioned for me to get up from the chair. Before I even knew what was happening, she was sitting in the chair pulling me down onto her lap, holding me tightly against her body. Things were getting more exciting by the second as I contemplated my fate.
Jenny winked at me in the mirror. "I just want you to know that I saw that *carrot* of yours on the floor. Have you been a *naughty* girl? Tell the truth now."
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The dungeon was dark, lit only by the muted glow of the fireplace; the fire had died down to red embers. The smell of incense touched his nostrils. He walked down to the living room, his heart beating hard with a faint hope. Maybe she had finally done it. She sat in the lotus position, in front of a lit brazier, tendrils of aromatic smoke twirling in front of her, oblivious to his arrival. He stared at her, unwilling to break her trance. He watched her for a long time, trying to etch her...
"I'm afraid it's time for your piercings." "Why should you be?" Lila asked tartly, "I'm the one getting them." "The Sheik will be here to watch. I can't do anything to make it better; I'm sorry." "I wouldn't let you anyway," Colette concluded. Colette set up the brazier with the iron rods that would be used to cauterize her piercings. She also set up the piercing clamp. It was a punch borer, much like the device leather smiths use to punch holes in pieces of leather, only...
Lila awoke startled; the aroma of freshly made coffee on her nose, yet, Manu was lying beside her, still asleep. She rolled off the bed, the heavy rings on her breasts swinging painfully, and walked to the kitchen area. She found Aisha there, preparing breakfast for them. "The sheik sent me to help you out," the chubby girl said. "I see," Lila answered suspicious of anything the sheik did. Aisha knelt in front of Lila, "I am to remain with you and Master Manu, and to assist you...
Aisha came back into the basement, her eyes red from crying. Manu looked up at her from his desk. As expected, he had feared the worst. The chubby slave girl descended the last steps into Manu's realm. He was actually surprised at how brave this, formerly timid, slave girl had been today, and how strong she was showing herself to be. He looked at her; he couldn't really bring himself to ask her the question. She looked at him, her face a mask of despair. "He said you are to take mi...
Aisha approached the dungeon door. When she left the gymnasium she heard Lila's screams, and she looked back; she wished she didn't. She saw Manu as he nailed her breasts to the sawhorse; and then she left. Over the parched grass she saw the high walls that surrounded the sheik's property. They were thinly guarded today; most of the guards were enjoying themselves with Lila in the gymnasium; the only guards on the walls were those who had been punished by missing the festivities, or the...
It was still daylight when Manu released Aisha from the cross and led her back to the gym. The gym was empty except for the still form of Lila, tied and nailed, motionless to the horse. Her pale skin, covered with dry spunk, which also dribbled from her anus and vagina, bore witness to the repeated rapings she had endured. Aisha approached her body, with her fist in her mouth, in horror. On Lila's nailed breasts, trickles of blood dribbled down to the nipples where, beading in crimson...
Lila woke up, the following day, to find the dungeon empty. She could barely walk, her breasts, swollen and in pain, seemed to have gotten infected from the nail wounds. She looked at them, detachedly. "It will not matter anyway, in one or two days," she said to herself. She made it to the bathroom and then, still nude, sat on an armchair to wait for her torturer to arrive. Manu, with his de-facto assistant Aisha found her sitting up in the chair, drinking juice. "Is it time?" Her...