How to end a dry spell in style (L)

How to end a dry spell in style (L)

or how two pervs found each other

(entry for the Dark vs. Light contest – 2022 – go team light! Go! Go! Go!)

Hello everybody! Welcome to the “Annelicious”-podcast. Your source for the ins and outs, juicy gossip and news about new stories from your preferred source of kinky smut.

Today I’ll give you what many asked for a long, long,… loooooong time! An interview with my big bad Dom, Allan!

I’m so happy that I’ve found him. He’s my handsome, tall, and rugged dark prince. Here’s Allan!

Hello Everybody! I hope you have a wonderful day. By the way you shouldn’t believe anything she says. I’m actually a five feet seven, skinny dude. And I’m a redhead.

Shhhh…

Anyway… today we’ll talk about the utter romantic story of our first date.

Hmpff… yeah it was ‘very romantic’ indeed… totally no sarcasm.

I think it was very romantic of you. It’s the story how you broke the longest dry spell of my life and saved me from myself.

Again… don’t believe her… she loves drama! 😀

Honey… don’t worry… my listeners love drama too… otherwise they wouldn’t read my smut!

So let’s get started…

I couldn’t quite believe it myself. Allison, my roommate had succeeded again. She had convinced me to agree to yet another double date with what seemed to be one of her boyfriend’s many friends. After about 10 attempts that went from unsuccessful to completely disastrous somebody would have expected, that he finally would run out of friends to set me up with, but here we were giving it yet another try.

But yeah… I was quite on a dry spell.

Okay… a major dry spell. Okay… Allisson was right… a dry spell of epic proportions. I hadn’t been laid since my transfer for my master’s degree and that was thirteen, no… fifteen month ago.

And my friend Allison had took it on her to break it. I mean… I had come to her city to finish my Master’s degree in time, maybe get into one of the Ph.D.-programs and not to make new friends or find love. Love certainly could wait till the age of thirty, I had thought.

But… well… as Allison had put it quite eloquently I was “oversexed and underfucked” and following her, that made me quite the mean bitch sometimes… okay all the time. So my best friend had gone on a mission to safe my sanity… and hers as well.

Why did all the dates she set up for me failed so spectacularly?

I’m glad you asked! Did I mention that my horniness turned me into quite a mean bitch? Well yeah… I drove all my wannabe-suitors away with my sharp tong and my mean attitude in general. Keeping men on a safe distance while desperately horny, that’s my superpower!

Yeah for me!, I guess.

Allison and I stood by the window, waiting. She was on time for once. She wore a nice plaid skirt and a gorgeous makeup. Liam her boyfriend was a lucky guy this evening. I on the other hand wore what I called “Anne-style”. That means sneakers, simple Jeans, a simple navy blue T-Shirt my hair in an easy maintenance ponytail and no make-up at all.

Well I’m just not good in putting a color pallet on my face and therefore I just don’t do it. Simple as that. Allison had offered to teach me, but I preferred to learn something more useful instead, something like math, statistics, coding, knitting, sewing, cross stitch, another language… anything else really.

So yeah… there we stood behind the window looking down to the large plaza waiting for “the boys” to finally appear.

“Ok, Anne… please, for the love of god… behave.” Allison said with a big sigh. “This guy today is the last…”, I looked slightly bemused, feeling a weird sense of pride and accomplishment. They finally run out of candidates for me!

“No really, bitch!”, she said between clenched teeth. “You’ve build kind of a reputation around campus. I mean it… It’s this one or no one.”

“Maybe no one it should be”, I answered sullen.

“I beg to differ. Beside, you’ll like this guy.”, she said with a smile that rose my suspicion.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let’s say you two guys have a lot in common.”

“Does he know?!”

“Of course not!”

Yeah… ‘Of course not’ my ass!

Of course she had told him.

Told him what exactly?

Well she had told him about my little side hustle. I wrote kinky smut, published on different websites, in which a submissive heroine named ‘Anne’ or a variant of ‘Anne’ ended naked, utterly humiliated and well and thoroughly fucked. Short… I sold my naughty fantasies on the internet, which made me quite a few bucks per month.

Not making me rich by any stretch of the imagination, but enough to make a difference between taking out ‘ruining my future’ kind of debt and ‘we will get over it someday’ kind of debt.

Well… there we stood. Allison smiling, me doubting.

Then ‘the boys’ came into our view. I didn’t trust my eyes, this couldn’t be happening.

“B… but that is Allan Benson…” I said incredulously.

“Yes. He is.”

“It’s the Allan Benson!”

“Yes. He still is.”, she answered smiling.

“But he is a perv!”, I blurted out. “everybody knows even I know.”

“That’s why you’re such a good match.”, she beamed.

That’s what you get if you let your best friend proofread all your smut, I guess.

My reputation preceded me wherever I walked. Since one of my flings (everything went completely vanilla, I swear!) got her hand on my unlocked laptop, read some of my draft-scenarios for BDSM-play I had stored and thought the only sensible thing would be to out me and all my kinks to the whole Campus. Thanks Beth! Thanks a lot! May you rot in hell!

From that day I was known as ‘pervy Allan’ or ‘SM Benson’. I barely held on my PhD grant…

It was kind of rich that my professor who had, in more than twenty years of service, never succeeded not to screw at least one of his students, tried to fire me for ‘moral reasons’.

It took a stern talking of my lawyer explaining to him that the victim in this story was me, and sacking me would lead to a very nasty lawsuit for discrimination on grounds of sexual orientation, to make them understand reason. Either way… This chain of events led to my very own dry spell for obvious reasons. So very much thank you Beth, I should have sued you for every penny you weren’t worth!

Well, when Liam an acquaintance, who had stayed ‘neutral’ in all this (a very honest thank you to everyone that didn’t condemn me on rumors alone) contacted me if I would like to meet his girlfriend’s best friend I declined at first.

It just smelled like a trap, just another weakness to pry on me, laugh at my expense and humiliate me. Being openly shunned for some months does this to you.

He understood. “Maybe you should read her stories. You’ll understand.”, he had said.

Oh… Fuck… it was Liam, who blabbed. I’ll kill him!

No, you won’t. ^,^

No, I won’t. -,-

Still…

Either way. It took me at least a week to start reading. Her writing was hot.

Thanks! ^,^

The scenario’s where clearly over the top. It was apparent that a novice-sub took time to write out her fantasies. I knew it would take a lot of tweaking and toning down to translate her fantasies into a real scenario, but you know… I had nothing better to do in my spare time.

Reading her stuff sparked my interest. I knew it was a crazy risk to call him. You know there are three categories of people who tends to take crazy risks: authors, kinksters and horny people… and as it happened, there I was, a very horny writer of some BDSM-scenarios.

Well… from one moment to the other I got stressed and Allison needed to calm me down. Believe it or not I never ever met a fellow kinkster, not in real life anyway, and that stressed me out a lot.

When the boys arrived at our door, I was happy that I could breathe normally again.

Allison, Liam and me exchanged greetings while the other guy simply stood there with a huge dumb smile on his face, what creeped me out a bit.

Yeah… ‘the other guy’ was kind of blown away. I was in a classic “404 brains not found”-situation. I had known that I would have a date with what I hoped was a fellow kinkster. A submissive with some strong fantasies I would just have loved to explore.

But then I saw her, I mean… wow… she just checked all my boxes. She was stunningly beautiful in this girl next door style. She blew me away with no make-up at all. Her slightly curled blonde hair was put in a simple ponytail which I couldn’t wait to get my hands on, oh and I loved her style… Sneakers, Blue jeans and a simple T-shirt, she didn’t need anything more.

A well placed elbow of my new mate Liam brought me back to the realm of reality…

“Hello. You must be Anne. It’s very nice to meet you!”, the stranger said. He had a nice deep voice that made me shiver a little bit. Damn! I was really horny that evening.

“Common brain – give me something to say! Common your normally so witty.” I pleaded my brain.

“Oh Hello, You have to be this perv everybody on campus is talking about!”

Oh shit did I really said that?! Oh hell no… please. Please let me have fantasized these last seconds… I looked up to the guy and he looked hurt. Oh shit! Damn that was low and I felt so damn sorry.

“Anne!” Allison gasped.

Oh wow… that had hurt. These words had very much hit home… very much…! The girl had a tongue like a whip. I needed a few moments to catch myself. I looked her in the eyes, looking for malice. But there I saw shock, guilt and shame, which mellowed me down a little bit.

I couldn’t quite believe it! Here I was, …finding the kinky girl of my dreams …and she was… a brat. A – BRAT! And not only a brat, oh no! Brats tend to poke the big bad master asking for their next ‘funishment’, they long to be put in their place which can be a lot of fun… oh no!…This was a brat in denial, confused and hurt and lashing out! And it would be me to deal with that… oh joy!

When I mentally had recovered, Allison had already started to give ‘my girl’ a piece of her mind.

Yes ‘my girl’ I tend to get very possessive, I know people love possessive boyfriends – I’m working on that.

Either way I had to stop this right then and there, Allison surely meant well but her interference would lead to nowhere… I had to react differently… So I put the most cheesy smile on my face and…

Then the guy forced a very creepy smile on his face and answered: “Yeah… pretty much. I’m Allan Benson. SM Benson for my friends. Enchanté!“

„I’m sor…“, I at least tried… but Allan interrupted me.

„I’m so hungry, let’s sit down! shall we!“ he said to no one in particular.

And so we sat around our kitchen table and made conversation. That meant they made conversation, I was kind of isolated and didn’t quite dare to force myself back into it. Allan for one made absolutely sure to completely ignore me and that stang. We sat opposite to each other and he didn’t even look at me. Not once!

I started to get frustrated, and bored, and antsy, and nobody cared about me, and it felt like I deserved that nobody cared about me. I didn’t protest when Allan and Allison disappeared for some minutes ‘to bring some ingredients she had stashed in her room.’

So for five minutes Liam and I sat alone at the table. He didn’t have anything to say to me and I was far too ashamed to say anything to him. My mood was already low and took a further nosedive into frosty degrees. They were clearly bonding behind my back. I fucked up that badly this time, that it was just a matter of time till I would be replaced as a friend. And I deserved it!

Then Allan and Liam disappeared for some minutes because Liam ‘absolutely needed’ to show Allan some ‘manly hobby stuff’. Wow… subtle! I felt so awful, that I just wanted to cry.

Yeah. Liam clearly isn’t the most subtle of guys. But It needed to be done. I needed to regroup. I mean had been prepared. I read every and all of her stories. For analytic reasons! No really! I made lists about which kinks were mentioned and which toys were applied and which storylines where used. I mean the stories were kinda well written, kinda hot and I kinda enjoyed them…

Then kinda thanks, I guess…

…but I read them with a clear goal in mind: getting laid by their lovely author!

I even had a plan A, B, C and D,… but none of them included to deal with a brat in denial. So yeah… After being ignored by us for 15 minutes, Anne zoomed out, so I could signal to Allison and Liam that I needed to talk to them separately.

I know… I should have talked to Anne, explained my point of view, discussed my plans, negotiated limits. But you know what… I was horny and she was clearly miserable. It was time to do something about this. When I talked to Allison I already had a plan, we would more or less follow the storyline of one of our little writers smut stories. Allisson was relieved that I didn’t hold a grudge against Anne. She quickly agreed to my plan. I think she found it kinda hot.

Liam wasn’t a problem at all. “Whatever you say man.”, he said with a smirk. “Good luck… and don’t break her heart. She’s a good kid, y’know?”

And there I sat on my chair not daring to look to Allison who cooked one of her famous veggie-dishes, silently shedding a tear or two. I fucked it up. I fucked this up so thoroughly and royally! What had I’ve been thinking?! Nothing obviously!

I just wanted to retreat to my room, lock myself in, forget this disaster ever happened and cry for an hour or so, but I just didn’t have the energy to do so. Allison must have sensed my distress, because she came to me and placed one hand on my shoulder.

“Everything will be alright.”, she whispered. “Believe me! Everything will be alright, just go with the flow.”

I obviously didn’t quite understand at that point. And then the boys came back and my chance to seek refuge in my room was gone.

Well go with the flow… go with the flow… for another quarter hour nothing happened at all. Allison finished her dish, the boys talked and I was ignored by everybody and left to my self-loathing. Then we ate. It was quite a complicated Risotto with pumpkin and at least 6 other vegetables I couldn’t name but tasted amazing …and for a moment I forgot I had messed up.

When everybody finished their meal Liam took it upon himself to clean the table, while Allison and Allan talked.

“So are you now done ignoring my friend?” Allison asked Allan.

That got my attention. My heart warmed up a little bit. I was still Allisson’s friend.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play coy with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“What can I say. You are so nice, and she is …not.”

Oomph… that hit home hard.

“And… uhm…”

“uhm what?!”

“uhm… you have so nice and round boobs…”

“what?!” Allison shrieked.

“What the fuck dude?!”, Liam chimed in.

Liam ain’t a very good actor, Is he?

He convinced me in this moment.

That is one. 🙂

“What can I say?”, said Allan apologetically to Liam. “She just has such beautiful boobies, not?”

Liam couldn’t disagree with that. Even I couldn’t disagree with that!

“What are you saying? That you are ignoring her, because my boobs are more beautiful then hers?” Allison said partly shocked, partly flattered.

“Yeah… kinda.”, Allan admitted.

“Maybe we could we do something about that?”, Allison asked.

“Well you know…”, Allan hesitated. “Naked smallish titties, beat clothed big ones. Everybody knows that!”

I gasped. I understood immediately where this conversation was going. It was going straight into a scenario that could have come right out of one of my smut stories. And I kinda was down for it… humiliation as punishment for hurting his feelings. I could do that, I guess.

“Oh. Is that so?”, Allison asked her boyfriend with a smirk.

“Yeah… honey… kinda.”, he admitted.

Then she turned with a devilish grin to me. “It’s your choice, then. If you want their attention. You know what you have to do!” she gave me a wink. “I won’t be mad, I promise!”

Damn! The tension in the room was palpable. You know …there was nothing in place… no protocol, no structure, no safeword, nothing. In this situation a “no”, is a “no”. Simple as that. If she would have refused at that point, my plan would have crashed and burned right there and then. I don’t thing ‘we’ if there even was a ‘we’ at that moment would have survived that.

Going with the flow was undoubtedly and irrefutably and undeniably a crazy idea…

You may have heard this before but there are basically three groups of people open to crazy ideas… 😉

…authors, kinksters and horny people and the idea to bare my little titties to two of my friends and somebody who was basically a stranger to be humiliated and ridiculed had made this author of very kinky smut very, very horny.

Yeah… that’s pervy me… in short… for you.

“Ok.”, I whispered and forced my hands to the hem of my shirt. I knew… if I did this, there wouldn’t be a way back. Maybe for them… but sure as heck not for me.

Yeah sure. No way back… isn’t that a little bit melodramatic?

For you it may have been a day like every other but for me it, bloody hell, it was the day that my bloody fantasies finally came true so why don’t you shut up for a bloody moment and let me tell my story uninterrupted for once?!

Ok. Sorry.

So where was I? Ah… yes… I knew there wouldn’t be a way back for me. This was one of my fantasies that was about coming to life. It would be amazing or disappointing, either way it would change my life forever. So I pulled my T-Shirt out of my Jeans, grabbed the hem and got rid of it. There I was, showing of my plain, white, cotton sports bra. I just wished I even had own something more fancy and sexy, something made for showing off, but I didn’t.

I just loved your bra it’s just “Anne-style” and I love “Anne-style”. You don’t need fancy and stuff… you’re a natural beauty. Fancy would just distract from… you.

Aww… isn’t he cute, when he wants to be?

Either way. It was a sports bra so I there wasn’t a clasp or something I just pulled it over my head like my T-Shirt and so I just bared my boobs.

If you thought they would have talked with me now, you would have been completely mistaken. They started to talk about me.

Hey. You knew exactly where this was going. The whole thing came straight out of one of your stories.

Did you hear me complain? It was awesome… fucking scary… but awesome too.

“kinda disappointing.”, Liam grubled.

“She really has small titties!”, Allan said.

Oww… that hurt… but that hurt in a good way. You know… if you’re an emotional masochist, or an humiliation slut as some jerks on the internet put it so kindly, being hurt in a good, measured way is quite arousing. It can have more or less the same effect like a good spanking.

Some dipshits who are too daft to understand the whole thing, think a humiliation slut takes pleasure out of being insulted or degraded. Believe me! Most of us do not. And so we get these “lovely” stories in which some poor girl gets debased and insulted for days on end and say “thank you for everything” in the end…

“Positively tiny, I would say. I mean does she even need a bra? If you get together you should bar her from wearing one ever again.”

Grrrr… That got a nice shiver on my back, thank you Liam.

“But these nipples are quite cute. Hey Anne. Would you mind playing with them a little bit for our entertainment?”

Oh damn… I couldn’t wait to oblige.

They’ve got me going something strong. That’s the thing with us humiliation sluts. Every good insult and belittling action gets us a little bit more aroused, when we are in the mood. And by god was I’m in the mood. I had been very horny since days. I just hoped somebody would get me off in the end or I would have had a very serious major meltdown.

I for sure had plans to get you covered. 😉

I had guessed as much. :-p

And a good long aftercare as well.

Oh. That was really appreciated. Here is the thing with us humiliation sluts… we get pretty much aroused from good emotional punishment, then when we are really horny, somebody needs to screw the living heck out of us till we float on a wave of adrenaline, dopamine and endorphins. But then when these natural drugs disappear, we become sad and lonely and very vulnerable. It can be like cold turkey. Then, in this moment we need somebody to hold us and to tell us they love us, as we are …and that everything will be all right …and that they got us and never let us fall and then make lo… yeah, you get it, right?!

Either way, I never imagined that somebody could have come from stimulating their nipples alone, but I sure as shit came close that day.

But they needed to be spoilsports, of course…

“You said you would talk with her, when she barred her boobies.”, Allison said.

“Yeah… but they are so tiny, they barely count.”, Liam protested.

“You know… if she would put her Hands, behind her neck and thrust these little babies out, maybe that would get our attention.”

I couldn’t suppress a moan at this point. Jesus! That was pure torture… and good torture at that.

We were playing a scenario pretty much straight out of one of my stories and I knew it. I decided to just let me fall into the scenario, caution be damned.

I locked my fingers behind my neck. “Like this, Sirs?” I asked innocently.

Oh this “Sirs” made the little Allan swell and my inner Master sing. Now we were playing!

“Quite, Honey… push your Elbows behind. Yeah… exactly like this. That’s quite a sight. Good girl!”

Oh… that word almost made me purr.

“Hmm… I like that you know your place, Honey. You’ll call me and Liam ‘Sir’ and Allison ‘Ma’am’, ok?”

“Yes, Sir!”, I beamed.

“Good girl!”

“Are you horny, Honey?”

“Yes Sir. I think that I wet my Jeans.” I bit my lower lips.

Oh gosh. That was so humiliating.

“Oww… is that so? Maybe you should stand up and show us, then!”

And I did so.

“Oh wow… I knew, you were quite a slut. But that?!”, Allison said with a big, cheeky grin.

That burned. That burned very hard. But it got me pent up like nothing before.

Allan stood up and went to the chair at the head end of the table, pushed it a few inches back and turned it around, then he called me to sit on it, so that my front leaned against the backrest and I was forced to spread my legs wide. “So that they all could get a good view.”

The idea made me crazy. I had to use the last shreds of my willpower to not just push my front into the backrest of the chair and just rub myself into oblivion in front of everybody.

“What are we having for desert?”, Liam asked.

“You don’t see it? A very sweet cupcake.”, answered Allan winking at me, which made me melt just a little bit more.

“Not much. Just some Ice-cream.”, Allison answered in earnest.

“Ice-cream… so so…”, Allan said smiling.

“You know that we are basically acting out some storyline of some very bad BDSM-smut?” Allan gave me a wink.

Uh… that stang… please give me more! Even that riled me up even further. I moaned and nodded.

“Do you know how naughty little humiliation sluts eat their Ice-cream in this type of smut?”

I moaned loudly and nodded.

“And slut, how do naughty little humiliation sluts eat their Ice-cream?”

I perfectly knew the answer. I had described this at least a dozen times in some of my stories.

“They slurp their ice-cream out of a dog bowl from the ground.”, I whispered. “Like the bitches they are…” Oh Jeez… the idea scared me to death and nearly gave me an orgasm at the same time.

He had to push it…

Yeah… I absolutely HAD to push it. Jeez… I have hormones too, you know?! This was too of a situation good to let go.

“Allison do we have dog bowl?”

I froze.

She absolutely froze. Seeing all her raw emotions in her eyes was absolutely fascinating. A part of her clearly hoped that Allison had by some miracle a dog bowl. And the other part was scared absolutely shitless.

“Do you want to eat your ice-cream out of a dog bowl?” Allan asked.

“No… yes… I don’t know.” I was losing it. This was becoming too much. I felt some sort of panic starting.

I felt like having a meltdown… this time it was a meltdown of the very bad kind.

Yeah… I’m no superdom. I knew I nearly had fucked up pushing her too far too soon. So I had to paddle back ASAP.

“You know what? I don’t think we need to follow the Story every step. Do we, Allison?” Allan asked, watching me intensely.

“No. We don’t.”, she acquiesced reluctantly.

And it worked! I felt my panic slowly receding and got breathing again. Oh damn! That was close.

Yeah that was close. I could have handled that better.

Aww… look at that… my big bad dom doing self-critique, how very quaint!

Anne, don’t push it!

Why?! Will you punish me?

I very much may…

Aww… promises… promises…! 😉

Either way… They gave me a few moments to regain my bearings before Allison launched her next attack.

“Anne, I’m not sure if I want you having desert. I rather think you should serve us as desert.”, Allisson said.

“How…” I asked taken aback.

“How, Ma’am…”, she rectified me. “What are you?”, she asked in a sickly sweet voice.

I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. “I’m a slut, ma’am.”

“Yes. You are. Do you think a slut deserve a desert?”

Oh… I reveled in this sweet humiliation. She knew exactly which button to push.

That’s what you get, when you let your best friend proofread your heartfelt smut. 😉

:-p

“No ma’am.”

“I thought as much. You know I think you serve us best as eye candy… just standing here naked, looking pretty for our enjoyment while we eat our desert. Wouldn’t you agree?!”

Oh… jeez… she brought up the following step in many of my stories. I don’t know why I felt different about that, why I thought I could do this but not slurping ice-cream out of a dog bowl… figures, I guess.

You know… I don’t like ice-cream that much, anyway!

“Yes, Ma’am!, I would very much do that for you.”, that came out even more submissive then I intended. I was slipping fast.

And that was utterly fascinating to watch… and smoking hot. And, maybe this wasn’t the most cautious or the most smart thing to do, but I HAD to push the envelope a little bit more, just to look how far I could push you.

Yeah… boys will be boys. 😀

I mean my brains where cooking in all layers of hormonal juice anyway… so no harm no foul.

I’m a really lucky guy.

At least you know it.

Anyway… Allan rearranged his chair to comfortably facing me and making himself comfortable in general. At least they were comfortable. I still sat straight on my chair with my hands locked behind my neck. I could feel my arms tiring with every moment.

“I think it’s time for you to strip for us.”, Allan said.

That was indeed the logical next step.

“Stand up!”

And I did. I tentatively tried to lower my hands, but he forbade it immediately.

“Allisson would you?!”

If there is something even more humiliating then stripping naked in front of other people, than it is being stripped naked. Allisson came to me, put the chair away and started to fumble with the button of my jeans.

“get rid of your sneakers!”, she muttered.

I slipped out of them easily.

Then she unceremoniously pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles.

“Aww… a natural blonde…” Liam exclaimed.

“I love it when the drapes match the carpet!” Allan stated.

Allisson helped me to step out of my pants and panties, then she went to the kitchen sink to demonstratively wash her hands.

She returned to her chair and the three took some moments just to study my body.

“Gosh look… how wet she is! I’m kinda jealous, you know…”, Allisson said.

“I think you could spread your legs a little more.”, Allan said tentatively and I forced my legs somewhat further apart, putting some strain on my leg muscles. “A little bit more! You can do that for us.” I gasped and pushed myself a little bit more. “Just a tad little bit more, you can do that!”

I moaned and pushed myself to my limits.

“Yeah… that’s great. Thank you honey!”

Then something surreal happened. I felt as a little droplet of my wetness left my pussy and rolled down my inner tights, which made me shiver uncontrollably. I nearly came right there and then. I had to muster all the rest of my self-control to not to end up as a shivering mess right on the floor.

Seeing her fighting against that orgasm was a hell of a show. Let’s be honest, if she had come in this moment I would have come in my pants as well. That would have been a hell of a downer. I had to be careful, restrain myself at least a little bit.

What followed was you restraining yourself?!

Hey, I said “a little bit”, right?!

Whatever! “There is missing something.”, Allan said. “Oh… and what would that be, she looks fantastic!”, Liam answered.

“Yeah, but she could use some ornaments on their nipples, I think.”

“Oh yeah… you’re right, dude!”

Thanks Liam…

“Hey Anne, should we ask your friend Allisson here if she can spare some nipple clamps”

“Yes sir, please sir!”, My brains officially had went to frizz. I would have agreed to everything just to please him.

“Say Allisson, do you have some nipple clamps?”

“What?! Who do you think you are talking to?!…”

A moment of silence… please do have some nipple clamps… please don’t… please have some nipple clamps, please don’t…

“… of course I have!”, she said with a bright smile.

“Shiiiiiiit!!!”, I thought.

“Anne, do you want the tame or the severe ones?”

What did they want to hear… tame? Severe? Tame?

“The severe ones, please.”

“Oh I should have guessed that…”, she smiled. “The nipplecrushers it is then!”

‘Nipplecrushers’… that sounded bad… very bad.

Allisson made an exited exit to her room and was back with two objects in no time: a pair of very nasty looking nipple clamps, linked together by the obligatory small, shiny chain and a black ballgag.

I must have looked puzzled.

“You’re kinda loud, when you het… uhum… exited”, Allisson explained. “So Liam and I decided to gift you a gag!”

Oh god, could it get more embarrassing?! That line came right out of one of my little stories. Shit… I should never ever have chosen Allisson to proofread my stuff!

I was still thinking when Allisson started to put the clamps on me. I was surprised because they didn’t hurt at all. They just framed my stiff nipples from the sides. What I didn’t see was the mousetrapish design. I mean I hadn’t much experience with nipple clamps. To be honest this was the first time I wore a pair…

Wait! WHAT?!

Well yeah… I had a lot of fantasies about nipple clamps, I loved pinching my nipples while… euh… enjoying myself… but I never tried some.

Damn. If I had known that, I would NEVER have allowed Allisson to put these monsters on you. That could have gone all kinds of wrong!

As if that wasn’t your clamps and your gag that you planted with Allisson!

Nope. Ally hasn’t a submissive bone in her body, but she sure loves some good spice in her nipples during sex.

Eww… too much details.

Comm’on really?

Eh… you’re right. Sorry… whom I to judge?!

Aha…

And what about the gag?!

I had nothing to do with it, I swear! That was totally Ally. But let’s be honest, you can really be a little bit loud at times…

Fuck Ally!

That might be a good idea. 😉

Wait what?!… Anyway…

“Wait, honey…” Allisson said friendly. “It comes…” she flicked a little switch on the clamps… “now!”

Oh sweet Jesus… my nipples where crushed between a rock and a hard place. I tried to hold back tears and stifle a scream. Holy heck… this was… intense.

Luckily I remembered my own stories… breath, breath, breath… then it should become better… and it did. Slightly… it became tolerable. But holy hell, was I horny!

Yeah… we knew… we could smell it.

I had zoomed out for a moment of two. When I my mind finally decided to return to my body a rubber ball forced my mouth open and my tongue down. I had trouble to not fade away again, to not give in to the overwhelming feel of helplessness and horniness.

Seeing how Anne lost her struggling against falling into subspace was a sight to behold, and the others certainly felt the same way. Allisson and Liam finished there desert in record time and retreated into her room to have some… fun time.

Record time? They took their sweet time… ten minutes AT LEAST!

Oh Honey…

Let’s be real for a minute. Putting on a pair of nipple clamps on somebody, starts a timer. No really I started the stopwatch-function on my smartphone…

If you know the person very much and if you know how they react to the pain that timer can be 30 to 45 minutes. If you want to go to the extremes this timer can be up to 60 minutes, but believe me, you’ll pay for it.

I didn’t knew you and your limits. Your clamps went off after about 20 minutes. Ally and Liam ate their dessert within 90 seconds at most. 🙂

No way! It felt like… HOURS!…

Well… They left after 90 seconds… I finished after about three minutes… took me some discipline to not rush it some more. 😉

Reaching the door of your room: about five minutes after putting these monsters on your cute little titties.

Interlude before your room door: another minute.

Getting you in position to start the… fun… another two minutes.

The clamps went off after the first ten minutes of fun… so… twenty minutes total MAX and that was more than enough for the first time.

Okay… apparently after 90 seconds that felt as 90 Minutes, Allisson and Liam excused themselves to totally not get laid, it took him another 90 seconds that felt easily like another 90 minutes to finish his desert.

Then he finally got up and came over to me. I was thrilling because of the strain in my muscles and from pure horniness.

He gave me some cheesy pickup line, I was to spaced out to register let alone to remember. All I thought at this moment was “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” in an endless loop.

However I remember that he slowly lead me to my room, holding the chain between my nipple clamps, another element right of one of my stories. Then he stopped me just before we reached the door of my room.

He told me to be quiet and we could hear what sounded like Allisson and Liam making Lo… ah… fuck that… violently screwing their brains out.

“Hmmm… sounds good.” He said. “Wanna too?”

“Yeathhh Phleathh”, that was evil… I was so fucking desperate.

Yeah… that was mean of me. Sorry but not sorry… :-p

Then he finally did the right and sensible thing: He got me into my room, threw me onto my bed and then fucked me senseless.

And so… boys and girls… ended my dry spell in style.

In doggystyle :-p

Shut up, perv! 😉

Okay perv! 😀

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