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I entered the club feeling what half an hour of having my ass stretched feels like. What earlier was limiting my moves and making me walk weird was now starting to feel raw. The before-The-Pod Jess would have quit immediately, well, wouldn’t have started at all, most likely. This Jess, the pet Jess, was not a quitter. I wouldn’t be able to stay for very long, I knew, but maybe I could cross one more off the list or, if nothing else, at least ready the way for another day.
As I made my way to the bar, the look of men (and some women) was encouraging.
“What are you having, honey,” the waitress yelled over the loud music.
She was beautiful. She wore an overall that didn’t manage to cover her bra and left enough gap to be able to peek at the top of her panties.
“Vodka Sprite,” I replied while wiggling around, trying to find a bearable position for my butt.
“You totally pull off the bald look,” she continued as she poured my drink.
“Thank you! You are gorgeous yourself.”
She smiled wickedly as she took a bill from my hand.
“Maybe we can have some fun together when I’m done here.”
“When will that be?”
“Around four more hours. My name is Tasha, by the way.” She extended her hand over the bar.
“I’m Jess. I would love to, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stay that long.”
The look of disappointment was patent on Tasha’s face. I grabbed her wrist and continued.
“But, if you have a break, maybe I can show you why? It’s quite naughty….”
A new interest spiked her eyes.
“Naughty? I like naughty.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see how much.” I laughed. “Meet me in the restroom when I finish this drink?”
Tasha winked and left to help other customers.
I turned around with my back and elbows on the counter. I opened my legs, mildly reducing the soreness I was feeling. Before finishing my drink, I had to reject three offers to get a new one. There would be time for that, maybe, but now my goal was getting this one done and meeting Tasha.
The ice cubes hit my teeth as I gulped the last sip. I returned the glass to the counter loudly, waiting for Tasha to make eye contact. I was about to turn around and leave when she grabbed my arm. She climbed half body over the counter and whispered in my ear:
“Come, I have a better place.”
Tasha took me to the store room, locking the door behind her. She grabbed my head and kissed me without saying another word. The piercing in her tongue was tickling me.
“I am definitely getting one of those,” I thought.
As I moved backward, I tripped on one of the boxes lying all around the room. I tried to hold onto a shelf next to me, but the frame escaped my fingers for a couple of inches; I lost my balance and fell.
Anyone who’s been in a situation where they are in physical danger knows the feeling of time slowing down. This time, I was going to fall on my butt, on a box that raised one foot over the floor. Normally, that’d be a better outcome than most any other kind of falling, but, in this case, it was not. As a matter of fact, falling on my butt could have had disastrous consequences, considering the ridiculous amount of silicone I had inside of me. So instead, I jerked my body to the side, extended my hands looking for a non-existing place to hold on to, and unceremoniously fell to the dirty floor face first.
Tasha rushed toward me.
“Oh my god, are you ok- OH MY GOD!”
She stopped trying to help me; instead, she covered her mouth with both hands. Quickly, I realized my dress had rolled up, and my butt (and its tenant) were out in full view.
Tasha started laughing, nervously at first, then cracking up.
“No fucking wonder you couldn’t wait four hours. It’s mind-blowing you can fit that at all. How do- How did you manage?”
“Slowly and carefully,” I replied, looking at her face, trying to ponder her reaction.
She seemed hypnotized for a few moments, her eyes glued to my ass. As I started to stand up, Tasha broke her trance and helped me up.
“Honey, I was interested before. Now I’m fascinated.”
I kissed her, crossing my arms behind her neck.
“Well, I’m a very naughty girl,” I replied, locking eyes with her. “I could wait for you in my hotel if you want.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized that would put me in a pickle, as being alone with Tasha, I wouldn’t be able to cum. I felt it would be better to tell her in advance.
“There is something else I think you should know. “
I briefly related my relationship with Master Nene, my stay in The Pod, and my current challenge and restrictions. Tasha listened without interrupting, truly captivated by the tale.
“Oh my god,” she finally said. “I’m not sure ‘very naughty girl’ really cuts it. I was fascinated; I think now I am obsessed!”
We both laughed, and I felt a great relief seeing how well she’d taken it.
“So you are saying,” Tasha continued, “that you can only cum if there are at least two people with you?”
“Three,” I replied promptly. “I don’t count, as I’m not people, I’m a pet,” I smiled.
“Oh my god!” she repeated. “But you are still inviting me, even knowing you won’t be able to finish?”
“Yeah, I like you!”
“Hmmm, it’s actually very hot to think I’ll make a visit where I’ll be the only one getting off. I am game!”
Removing the plug was an interesting experience. I was raw, more than ever, even though my butt had seen plenty of action. Once completely out, my poor ass refused, understandably so, returning to its closed position. But behind the discomfort and secondary effects, it was pleasant.
“Next time,” I thought, “I should just start with smaller time increments.”
Tasha would leave the bar at midnight, so I would have to wait for her for a few hours. I felt exhausted and sleepy. I think mostly this was because I had been going to sleep every night at 10 PM for almost a year.
It was a little over midnight when the door knocked. I opened the door wearing only a t-shirt that covered only my upper body and, of course, high heels.
Tasha smiled as she entered.
“You know,” she said, sitting on the bed, “I haven’t been this excited in a very long time.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but instead, I just kissed her, pushing her body back on the bed. I lay next to her, her hands quickly finding their way under my shirt, running over my body, playing with my boobs.
I started to undo her pants. As I pulled them down, she promptly removed her top.
Tasha had a small, pale body that contrasted with the black underwear she had on. I helped her move further up on the bed and turned her around. I pushed her hair away and started kissing her neck while I untied her bra, enjoying the goose bumps that immediately appeared on her skin. I continued moving down, kissing and licking her body, sometimes biting it sensually. When I was at waist height, I grabbed her knickers and pulled them down. She flexed her legs to help me get them out while my mouth continued its journey. I massaged her butt with both my hands as my tongue playfully ran on her thighs.
She turned around and grabbed my head.
“I rather have a shower first, honey,” she said, kissing me.
“Sure. What if we make it a game?” I replied.
“What kind of game?”
“Have you ever been tied up?”
Tasha responded with a teasing grin.
I grabbed her underwear and used it to blindfold her. I grabbed a few things from my new toy box, helped her up, and walked with her to the shower.
Her head rested on the wall, just a couple of inches under the shower head. She was smiling and making cute noises; it was easy to tell how excited but nervous she was.
I spread her arms at neck height, tied a cord to each of her wrists, passed them over the pipe above her, and with clamps, I locked them on her nipples. She jerked slightly as each metal bit her skin, but that didn’t prevent her from moaning.
“Don’t you go putting your arms down now,” I mocked as I kissed her.
I grabbed the shower head and turned on the water, kissing and licking Tasha’s breasts as I waited for the right temperature. She moaned, her nipples growing and getting harder even under the pressure of the clamps.
I put some soap on my hands and started applying it to her neck. The cold surprise made Tasha quiver slightly. She bit her lips as the white soap covered her skin. I could see already how she was losing concentration, her arms starting to falter and pulling her nipples as a result. I continued.
From her torso, I moved on to her hips, then her thighs, careful not to touch her pussy. She was now completely coated on white foam with just a spot remaining. I took some more soap and unceremoniously spread it between her legs, ensuring my hand moved all the right ways to make the best of it. At this point, she was moaning loudly and breathing hard, her arms shaking on either side of her head. The water fell down from her neck, carrying all the soap away, as my finger slid easily on her clit. She started twerking, looking for that last touch that would make her orgasm, but I didn’t want her to finish like this; Instead, I wanted to try something different. I put the shower head on her mouth, making her grab it with her teeth; I then squatted down and pressed my bald head against her labia. She didn’t know instructions to know what to do; I shaved in the morning, and although it wasn’t even visible, the skin on my scalp was rough to the touch, like soft sandpaper. As soon as she felt me against her sex, she started moving her hips back and forth, humping my hairless skull. I kept the pressure and massaged her breasts.
Finally, her body scrunched. Her boobs escaped from my hands as she lost focus and her arms fell, putting her in a cycle of pain and pleasure that took a long moment to break.
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