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Gambling
"You lost your bet. Are you ready to deliver payment?"
Gloria hadn't thought she could lose, but now she had no
choice. "Yes."
"Make that yes, Master. Don't speak unless told to.
Again."
"Yes, Master." She didn't think of him as her master,
but she had promised.... She had prepared by bathing herself
very thoroughly and trying to psyche herself up for the ordeal
ahead, whatever that was.
"Remove your clothes, everything." She obeyed,
deliberately, watching him watch her. When she stood there,
naked, he said, "You are, as they say, full-figured, but I like
those tits. Nice ass, too. Now put this on." He handed her a
large, green plastic trash bag with holes for her neck and arms.
She put it on over her head, imagining herself looking like a
dancing avocado in a TV ad. He blindfolded her with a furry
mask.
"Don't even think of trying to peek." He took her by the
hand and led her outside. Her bare feet felt warm concrete,
some grass, and then the carpeting of his car, as he pushed her
into a seat and belted her in. They drove for several minutes, a
twisty route with the usual traffic sounds but no clue as to
where he was taking her. When he unbelted her and led her out,
it was across more concrete and to a door which sounded like
steel. Inside the building, they took an old, noisy elevator
to... wherever. Then she felt waxed hardwood underfoot. She
smelled cigarette smoke; someone else was there. How many? He
left her standing, alone. Suddenly he yanked at the plastic,
which tore between the holes and settled around her feet, leaving
her utterly exposed. Someone clapped softly.
He turned her around, to display her. "Bend over. Touch
your shins." She complied, embarrassed, and she felt a finger,
wet with lubricant, barely penetrating her vagina and then, with
fresh lubricant, her anus. She felt an something being inserted
in her anus and then a slim dildo slid into her tight pussy.
Someone chuckled. Well, she had agreed to do anything, so...
He led her to sit in a large, square wooden arm chair, like
a throne or an electric chair. Her feet dangled, and the hard,
flat wooden seat pressed the backs of her thighs and her bottom.
The pressure forced the inserts a little deeper, but that didn't
hurt. Swiftly, he taped her forearms to the arms of the chair,
probably with duct tape. By moving her shoulders, she could
relieve the pressure of the seat a little bit, but it wasn't
worth the effort. She was securely fastened in the chair, even
though she could still kick her feet.
Hands lifted her breasts, and then she felt them being
lubricated with something like K-Y. There was a ring of
pressure, like hard plastic cylinders or bell jars, sliding
over her slippery breasts, first the right one, then the left.
Next, she heard a pok-pok-pok sound, and her breasts were sucked
deep into the cylinders, until the round plastic edges pressed
against her rib cage. Her nipples, she knew, became engorged,
and she flashed on the appearance of a recepticle-end condom
being inflated. It didn't hurt. In fact, is was making her
horny, but she worried that her breasts might be pulled out of
shape and sag afterwards.
"This device," he said, obviously to some else, "has not yet
been approved by the FDA as a medical appliance, and, when it is,
it will sell for more than $1500. You may purchase the 'novelty
bra' for a fraction of that cost. Of course, the effects will be
more dramatic on smaller breasts." Pok, pok, pok. She felt her
breasts stretching to fill the vacuum, tingling as they filled
with blood. "It's called tension growth. Clinical trials,
necessary to prove effectiveness and safety for the FDA, have
shown that, if your companion wears this for eight hours a day,
every day, you can expect her breasts to grow at least one cup
size in a few weeks, and they will be firmer and more upstanding.
Given time, we could make Gwenneth Paltrow look like Dolly
Parton." More chuckles. "For now, we'll just leave the novelty
bra on display for a while. She looks as if she likes it,
doesn't she?" A snicker.
Gloria realized she was sitting, stark naked, in front of an
audience --- how many, she didn't know --- with her D-cup
breasts being sucked toward a DD future, if someone didn't
release the vacuum. It wasn't painful, but it was embarrassing,
and it seemed to turn her on a bit, in spite of herself.
She heard Ravel's Bolero playing on a stereo. The music
starts softly and builds to a crescendo over fifteen or twenty
minutes. As the volume increased, she could feel tingles in her
twat. Moving her legs, she confirmed that the device inside her
vagina had wires attached, and she was receiving electrical
stimulation in time with the music. Her breasts were her
predominant concern, being stretched and formed by the vacuum of
the plastic cylinders, but, as the minutes passed, the music grew
louder and the current became stronger, making the walls of her
sheath contract more and more strongly.
"We also sell the adapter and electrodes to turn any
powerful audio system into a genital stimulator. The electrical
current, of course, depends on the volume setting. You may to
choose to train your slave with a particular song, and in time
she will be conditioned to come just by hearing it, even without
the elecricity. Watch the effect on this subject."
She found herself squirming in the chair, as best she
could, and her feet twitched in air as the contractions seemed to
radiate though her body. Her pelvis rocked, scraping the wired
end of the cunt probe against the wooden seat as it drove her to
distraction. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted, as her womb seemed to
bounce inside her with each shock. Someone laughed, but she
didn't notice. She couldn't help it. From her swollen nipples
to her writhing vagina, waves of sensation overcame her. She
tried to fight it, but, as the music swelled, she cried out,
"Ahhh!" and came with a shudder. Dreamy in the aftermath of the
earth- shaking orgasm, she realized that the music had stopped.
She sat there, feeling utterly ravished, perspiring and breathing
heavily.
"She spoke without being spoken to," said the master. "Don't
you think a little punishment is in order?" Suddenly a severe
jolt of electricity passed through her anus, causing her bowels
to cramp tightly, and through the walls of her vagina, causing
everything below her navel to jump.
"Ahhh!" she creamed, quite involuntarily. And then she
realized that she had had an instant orgasm.
"Naughty!" he said, and he applied the electricity again,
but this time in a series of short pulses. Gloria shook in her
chair as each pulse wrenched her insides, until she was hit with
an orgasm so strong that she passed out momentarily. "The French
call it the little death," she heard him explaining. "There's no
harm to it. She may feel a little sore, later, from the
unaccustomed exercise of her vaginal muscles, but, if you
persist, your woman will toughen up and become even more
responsive. One subject of mine is conditioned so that she comes
as soon I slide the electrode into her. Obviously, she is
not as good a subject for demonstration as this one is." He
paused: "We have various models, from basic to deluxe, including
some radio-controlled stimulators, worn like a tampon, so you can
turn on your woman anywhere. Great fun in a restaurant."
Gloria wondered what next, but then she heard again the
opening bars of Bolero.
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