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It was bustling in the Little shop
when Cobb and Giovanna came in. On a Friday night, people were all excited,
picking up their bondage equipment, riding crops and little leather miniskirts
for the weekend.
Cobb's heavy, muscular arm rested on his beautiful
Italian-American wife's shoulder as they came into the
store.
"See anything you want, babe, before I...?" Cobb
looked questioningly at Giovanna, who grinned
mischeviously at him. He loved his little super-stacked wife, and enjoyed
buying her neckerchief-print skirts and hot
blouses, he just had to spoil her.
"No, I know you want to bribe me..." Gio grinned.
"No more tokens for you!"
Cobb breathed in. "I wasn't even thinking about
that...maybe." Giovanna laughed, tossing her thick black hair.
They approached the counter. "Hey there, Soapy"
Gio said to the burned out clerk,who managed a nod.
"How're the slot machines doing tonight? Cobb is feeling lucky, and he's
got a few tokens to spend, my reckless gambler."
Cobb blushed a little as he
caught Soapy's contemptuous look. Soapy, of course knew how poor Cobb got the
tokens...and what work they were.
The hardest work, some three weeks before, had been coming
home to Soapy and Giovanna in bed together. Cobb had wanted to bash Soapy's
face in, but, Giovanna had pointed to the Token Jar by the bedside.
Cobb had just gone into the other room and sobbed
quietly, his first time crying since he'd been about nine.
Giovanna wasn't seeing Soapy any more, except when they came
to the Little Shop, but Soapy still smiled at her, mesmerized, as did every man
between the ages of twelve and seventy.
Soapy said to Cobb, "It might be a good night for you,
lotsa guys ahve been dropping in tokens, but there haven't been many
winners...the law of averages should prove in your favor, maybe."
Cobb's heart leaped. It was true, if there were no key
winners so far, that meant there might be a chance for him. Soapy nodded.
"The last key winner was Doctor Pritchard on Wednesday...God what a mess
he made on the floor."
Soapy wrinkled his nose, thinking of the old surgeon jerking
off and spattering all over the place. It had
been Doc's first release in eleven months and sixteen days, what shitty luck.
Cobb's voice was shaking as the big man said "I hope it works out for me, um, Soapy."
Giovanna turned and looked up into her husband's eyes.
"I wish you luck tonight, honey."
Cobb smiled down at his beautiful wife. It had been nearly
three years since they'd actually made love as a couple.
Giovanna had quickly lost interest in fucking her husband
after she'd discovered that the muscular construction boss liked to be forced
into pink panties, which were dragged down for hairbrush spankings, and then
the whip!
After Cobb had been put in the Prince Albert, at first
they'd still screw once in a while, but that quickly went to him just being
allowed to masturbate less and less frequently, until of course now he was at
the mercy of the Slot Machines.
"Well you go, hustler!" Giovanna patted Cobb's
massive bicep and wiggled her ass at him, and Cobb felt his dick twitch
miserably against the Prince Albert piercing. His huge dick, pierced and then
stuffed into tight jeans, was not a pleasant feeling.
Especially after two hours of manual teasing....oh,
Giovanna! But they joined hands and walked back towards the little room that
once had held the recently discontinued Melinda 109 dom
robot.
As Cobb and Gio approached the little room, Cobb stopped
again. His eyes were pleading as he took Giovanna in his strong arms, stroking
her curly black hair. Cobb gave her a kiss as she grinded her soft hips against
his tortured cock.
Cobb hugged Giovanna's full Neopolitan breasts close to
him. He couldn't help it. He had to ask. "Honey, couldn't I just
have one more token" he pleaded. "One or two?"
Giovanna smiled and kissed Cobb hard, plunging her tongue in
his mouth as she stood on her tippie toes to reach his six foot three frame.
If she hadn't been on heels, she might have had to climb him
like a mountain, he was so big. Few people would imagine that this muscular
giant was enslaved by his five foot two lady.
Giovanna smiled and whispered. "I think you have enough
tokens."
"I gave you three for scrubbing the deck, one for
cleaning the kitchen, two for the excellent work you did on my wee- wee last
night,ooh, those orgasms were good, and one for buying
me that cute fox fur. I'm sorry I had to take back one for your speeding
ticket, but rules must be obeyed."
Giovanna's eyes twinkled at him, and Cobb sighed. They saw
the door open and an older man came out, sighing. "No
luck, eh?" Giovanna said sympathetically. "Where's your
Mistress?"
The man smiled, his eyes on Gio's
tube top. This always annoyed Cobb, but he knew that if he got all jealous,
Giovanna might take back one of his precious tokens.
"I don't have a wife or Mistress" the older
man said dolefully. "I signed on for the Little Shop Lone Plan--I'm locked
in a CB-2000 belt, and they give me ten tokens every Friday night when I show
up here. I have to just hope for it."
The older guy looked unhappy. "Imagine that. I pay $300
a month for the service, get ten tokens every week. I play the machines...
Tonight, I got nothin' but lemons, the belt stays on, Last
Friday night I won a few tokens, but played them out, and got no keys, and the
week before nothing."
The older man sighed. "At least I didn't get the
shvartza hittin' me with the cane."
"About six weeks ago" the old man said, "I
won a key, and I'd barely cum before Plato, the attendant, came to lock me up
again. His brother Cato is on duty tonight, actually laughed at me when I didn't get nothin."
Giovanna smiled and ran a long burgundy fingernail across
the old man's cheek. "You poor baby. And no
one to tease you at home, just to pump you up a little?"
Cobb winced. In a way of course he was the luckiest man in
the world--a beautiful wife who teased and tormented his cock as it flipped and
bounced in the horrible Prince Albert piercing...night after night! But
it just reminded him of how horny he was.
Cobb hadn't had any luck in seven months--seven months
in the piercing, imagine that. He knew he had to be polite even though his wife
was flirting with this bozo so he said politely. "Excuse me, Giovanna, I'm
going to go in and try my luck, dear."
Giovanna snorted, and her boobs bounced in the tube top.
"You go, babe. I'm hoping to see you get to beat your meat tonight!"
Cobb blushed as the older man grinned, and he walked into
the little room where the Slot Machine was kept. Cobb looked at it with hatred.
It had been his idea, of course--though he was a big, tough foreman on a
construction crew at work, he'd dreamed of being his beautiful wife's chastity
slave, and she was so good-natured, she kept giving him back the key.
A year ago he'd said "Honey, just let's try this--I'll
only get the key when I win at the slots, and you won't be able to give in to
my begging...and you get a whole bagful of tokens to dole out for me to be a
good boy!"
My God, what had he done? He'd had three orgasms from
chance, and one of those, at Christmastime, had been because Giovanna had given
him fifty tokens for a present...he'd had to win. But now it had been seven
months!
Cobb approached the machine as a smaller man was pulling the
one-armed bandit one last time. "Come on, baby...give me some
action!" His wife, a redhead, was watching with a grin. It came up
lemon...lemon...cane.
Oh man that was the worst, Cobb thought. The best solution
was to win the key, and what a sight it would be
rolling down into the tray...next best was winning more tokens, which might
give you another chance if you sent them back into the slot machine. But to get
a picture of a cane!
"No, no please."
the man said, But here came one of the huge black attendants, "P-please
Cato, don't..." The little man held up his hands. Cobb sympathized. It was
bad enough to get caned, but worse if you were a straight man to get a whipping
from another guy, and a black one at that.
"Take down yo' pants, Mister Braithwaite in dat corner,
dere, I be comin' wit de cane."
Cobb tried to look away but it was hard. Braithwaite was
arguing, and suddenly Cato just picked the little fellow up by his suit coat
and dragged him, protesting as his wife laughed and clapped her hands.
"Take em down, now!"
Cobb watched as the little man resignedly took off his
jacket and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, following with his
underwear. There he was, bending over and grabbing his ankles.
Cobb could see the little man's chastity device, which was
going to stay on tonight, locked between his legs. Cobb put his fingers in his
ears as the little man began screaming. Cato could certainly swing a
cane! Cobb had had a few thrashings from the attendants here at the
Little Shop Casino Room, and they weren't fun.
Giovanna could whip Cobb rather hard herself, and often
would bind him naked to the bed and thrash him until canes and switches broke
on his buttocks and he was crying, but she had no power next to these Negro
bodybuilders. Goodness.
Finally, Cobb turned away and put his first token in the
slot machine, pulling the arm on the right. There was a spin in the little
windows in front, and ---lemon, lemon, lemon! Cobb sighed, and dropped another
token in. He pulled the arm again. Three lemons again.
He felt Giovanna's gentle hand on his back as she came up behind him.
"That poor guy. He must be so
lonely. He said he just wanted to give up the nasty habit of masturbation, and
I guess he doesn't get to do it very often, though he's been luckier than you,
eh babe?"
Cobb dropped another token, three lemons. He turned to his
wife and gave her a hug. She loved him so much! She'd been so encouraging since
he'd gotten home from work--Cobb got off early because he left way early in the
morning.
As soon as he'd gotten in, Giovanna had escorted him to the
bedroom, where she'd ordered him to strip and she'd bound him to the bed and
run her long nails up and down his cock, which was twisting horribly in the
Prince Albert piercing, for two hours before she'd given him dinner, and they'd
gone to the Little Shop to see if he'd have any luck.
Now, the other fellow, the business man, pulled his
expensive suit pants up, after rubbing his bottom, where it had received twelve
vicious swats from Cato. He limped over.
"I still have two more tokens to spend. Do you mind if
I play through?"
Cobb became truculent. "Look, I think there's a chance
I can get a key, but if you..." Suddenly he felt his wife's elfin hand on
his huge forearm.
"Honey, be polite to the nice
man. Let him drop a few tokens in. If you're a good boy, I'll give you another
token, maybe."
Cobb immediately stood back and put his arm around Giovanna.
She rubbed her ass against his tortured cock, and they watched the other man
drop in his tokens. On the first one there were lemons...but on the
second...lemon...lemon...key!
Cobb rolled his eyes as he saw the picture of the key come
up in the third window, and suddenly it shot down into the tray, and the man
grabbed it. Now his pants were coming back down again!
They'd just gone down for his unfortunate whipping, and now
look at him! He pulled his trousers completely to his ankles, and unlocked the
belt, while shouting to his wife. "Darling, I've got my orgasm!"
But then they saw his face fall. His wife was kneeling in
front of Cato, and the huge black's penis was in her mouth. She looked very
happy.
The man shook his head, dropped to his knees, and pulled off
his chastity device. Giovanna smiled sympathetically. "Honey, you want to
see my cleavage while you beat off?"
Cobb was near tears. He could barely watch as the
enthusiastic little fellow nodded his head madly, and began jerking his dick,
while Giovanna waved her breasts in his face.
Within a few moments, the little man blew his load,
and Cato, satiated by the wife, came over to re-lock the chastity device on
again.
Giovanna buttoned up her top, just barely, and turned,
smiling to her des;ondent husband. She dropped a token
in his palm. "Do you want to try your luck, babe?"
Cobb shook his head, smiling in spite of himself. She was so
generous and caring. She just wanted to give the
guy some jollies.
Giovanna said with a whisper. "It was eight months
since his last squirt,and he'd had three whippings
from attendants! What rotten luck. I had to be nice."
Cobb nodded. "Well it was nice of you to give him a
show. I think I'll wait and earn more tokens for next Friday night, because
there's no chance I'll get a key, now that he just did. Let's go catch a flick
or get some ice cream."
Giovanna smiled. "We'll make it quick, because I've got
a date with a sweet young guy around
As Soapy watched the couple leave the Little Shop, he
thought he saw Cobb crying..but that was impossible, a
tough guy like him!
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