Most of the wax from last night has brushed off into my bed as I slept, but a few pieces remain as a reminder. That and the ice are definitely experiences I intend to repeat many more times.
I woke up to Miss’ hands teasing my nipples, and as I stirred she quickly squatted her pussy onto my face and began to ride me. All I could do was hear and taste her, moaning into her as she gleefully used me. It felt so good and my pussy was aching so much by the time she climaxed and moved to the boy. She coaxed him awake playing with his balls, then did exactly the same.
Inside the boy’s box was a rubber doldo with a suction cum and a bottle of lube, mine contained a slightly larger than usual tennis ball, and some stick on velcro tape – just the soft side. Both also contained the camera and tripod from before, and a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Miss smiled that devious grin as she began explaining.
“Your last day, so I thought I’d let you have as many orgasms as you like, and you can document them for a scrapbook.”
We both still looked very puzzled, not seeing the link between the main contents of the boxes and her explanation.
She laughed, “ah yes, but of course I haven’t made it that simple have I; there is a catch. Those are what you’ll need to use for each and every one of them. So for you” she turned to the boy, “you won’t be let out of your cage and will be riding that dildo. And as for you,” turning to me, “you’ll be rubbing yourself against those for all of yours.”
I was worried about this, and how it would be possible. The boy was especially worried; presumably that he wouldn’t manage to cum at all.
“The only other rule is that you can’t use the same place twice. Hannah, that means leaving the velcro pieces on whatever you choose to use.”
We still sat looking rather confused, so she expanded on her plans.
“Ok. Boy; you can stick that dildo to any surface you like and fuck yourself back onto it. There’s plenty of lube, so you should manage. But once you’ve stuck the dildo in one place and cum there, you can’t use that place again. Clear?”.
He still looked worried, but nodded.
“Good. Now Hannah, you get to stick some of that velcro to any surface or object in the house, then grind your clit along it to cum. Again, once you’ve used it once then you can’t use it again.”
I nodded, understanding better, but still confused about the tennis ball, so I held that up.
“We’ll save that for later” She smiled, taking it from me. “Oh, and a different part of the same object, or a different one of the same object isn’t allowed either. So no using all four chairs, or all four chair legs. And as you’ve guessed, you’ll be cuffed the whole time. Behind you, just to keep it interesting”
My whole perception of the house changed as we went down to breakfast; my brain now seeing things for the possible surfaces I could grind myself against. Clearly I would need relatively immovable objects, so Miss’ ornament collection would be no good, but tables, chairs, corners of walls, sofas, bookcases. A surprising number of places began to stick out to my horny mind. In the back of my mind was also the chafing that the velcro was bound to create, but I tried to forget about it for now.
“One more thing” Miss said as she cuffed our hands, “I expect to see a minimum of one orgasm an hour until dinner, so get on with it.”
For me that didn’t feel like much of a challenge; I knew my issue would be the chafing towards the end. More difficult for the boy, since I’m not convinced he has ever cum from anal before. I could hear him groaning as he got to work on his first location while I struggled with fixing a strip of velcro to the edge of the kitchen door. It was really tricky doing it behind my back, and when I turned to see it was pretty wonky. No matter, though, I fumbled to set up the camera and then shuffled my legs either side of the door.
It was much, much harder than you might think. Firstly the point which I cold grind against was a few inches lower than I had thought, and that’s because I had to get really close and then lean back on my hands to be able to move my hips that way. I decided against moving the velcro, though the smooth, painted surface of the door gave little texture to rub against and it was difficult to get started.
Soon enough I was moaning, though, smearing my juices up and down the door. I saw Miss step into view and watch me and the thrill tipped me over, grunting and clenching. It wasn’t a great orgasm, as I wasn’t really able to keep grinding through it, but very enjoyable all the same.
I saw Miss beckoning me to her with this morning’s tennis ball in her hand. Still on my knees I shuffled over to her and knelt at her feet. “Since you have it so much easier than the boy, this is my little way of balancing things out” she smiled, holding out the ball then throwing it across the room. “Everytime I throw it you are to go to it, and grind yourself to climax on it, then bring it back in your mouth.”
“Yes, Miss” I said, blushing.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Crap! She did just throw it. I shuffled after it as quickly as I could, moving back and forth to try and line myself up. If the door was difficult this was bloody impossible. I got my pussy lined up and lowered down onto it, but as soon as I tried to grind against it, it slipped out and rolled away. So I shuffled after it and kept trying slightly different angles and positions. The only one that worked meant leaning forwards a little, causing a burning in my thighs, but luckily I could use the last of my previous climax to help me along.
As I was moaning on the ball I heard the doorbell. Moments later Miss’ guests from previous parties began to arrive, four or five couples walking in and standing to watch me. I felt so embarrassed to be seen humiliating myself like this, and worse that those feelings actually helped me along. I climaxed quite hard, blushing bright red as I moaned and bucked against the fuzzy surface. As I dipped my head to pick it up in my teeth, with some difficulty, I was surprised to discover just how wet I had made it.
The morning passed with everybody socialising while the boy and I went around from place to place humiliating ourselves while they watched. Miss periodically tossing the ball, and guests would kick it around and even out from underneath me. I scurried after it time and time again, equal parts excited and degraded as this sort of entertainment.
I got some rest from time to time as attention was diverted to the boy. I knelt behind everyone and watched as he backed himself up against the patio doors, a look of mixed embarrassment and discomfort on his face until it started to prod his g-spot at which point it all changed and he began to ride the cock with much more enthusiasm.
Soon after, the attention was back on me as I struggled to fix velcro to the corner of the fire surround, mounted it and started to ride. My clit was already swollen and red by this point, so I was reluctant to ride very hard. But much like the boy, as the stimulation increased (and the lubrication) I was quickly happy to grind myself against it roughly, also getting off on the thrill of putting on a show of humiliating myself for all these people.
They really didn’t give either of us any rest, fixing the boy’s dildo to one place after another to amuse themselves. They began to take pieces of velcro from me and stick them around too. One guy stuck it to his shoe, and like a dog I was soon wrapped around his leg, humping the tip of his toe while onlookers laughed.
They had me against the bannister, hat rack, kitchen cabinets, fridge, and between times would throw the ball and keep teasing me with jeers about how much of a desperate slut I was (am). I was so worked up from the teasing and pure debasement of it, it was amazing.
Lunch was no respite either. While they ate I found myself up against one of the women’s legs where she stuck some velcro. She took great glee in helping me along by teasing my nipples and calling me a pathetic whore, and also demanded I lick her leg clean afterwards. I’d made such a mess it was really embarrassing.
Then someone threw the ball and I scampered after it, only to discover it was an orange. I blushed some more as I struggled worse than ever to mount it. It was smaller than the ball which was already difficult enough; but then the surface became slick the moment my wet lips pressed onto it and it easily slid out.
After watching me struggle for what felt like ages, someone offered to help. They reached casually between my legs and pulled it straight out past my clit causing me to gasp. I watched as they peeled it, then put it back onto the floor for me. It was easier in the fact that it didn’t roll anymore, but now I had to be a bit careful not to squash it. The feeling of humiliation helped, though, and eventually I rose to a fairly pleasant and gentle climax.
I didn’t get any let up, though, and next up someone had put velcro down the bridge of one of the girls’ noses. As I rode her face, the guy who had peeled the orange began feeding pieces to me and to the girl under me. I was such a mess that I ended up drooling plenty of the juice down my chin as I moaned and came on her.
As the afternoon were on I think I must have rode every stationary surface in the house. I was even taken upstairs to ride the bathtub edge and even the toilet bowl. Miss must have mentioned more to her guests, as while I was rubbing myself gingerly against the latter, the girl stood over me and relieved herself into my mouth. I came pretty hard while swallowing the first mouthful, and was almost eager to gulp down the rest. What a complete slut I’ve become.
As the afternoon were on and guests began to leave, there were fewer and fewer different places left for me to use. The last couple of hours were back down to me to find places, and I had to resort to the TV, a radiator, and with some difficulty (and a stool) a door handle.
By the time dinner came around, my pussy was throbbing and tender; I know I’m really going to feel this tomorrow.
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