“No no. Don’t be shy. Tell me.” He leaned on the table, propping his chin on one hand, his other idly circling one of my breasts. He finally settled on top of a nipple, poking it a little with a finger. “Tell me in detail.”
“Sir, I, I am a slut. I like,” I swallowed, not sure what to say. His finger stopped.
“Go ahead.”
“I like being watched.”
“Good. Go on.”
“I like being tied. I like being fucked.”
“Of course you do.” His hand patted my stomach. He moved to the end of the table then. “Lacey?”
She put a hand under the table and flicked a switch. I only know that the bottom part of the table slid apart then. I had never noticed that it had two halves that fitted together. The legs were separated, then a little more.
“No, don’t stop, Lacey,” said Bloomfeld pleasantly. I could see his head and shoulders at the end of the table. He smiled at me. “I took some steps today to ensure a very prolonged, pleasant evening for you.” He kept smiling at me. I wasn’t sure what he meant. But I would find out.
Lacey pushed the switch two more times until Bloomfeld was satisfied. “Oh yes, that’s very nice,” he approved. My legs were very far apart now. He flicked the clover clamps. “Oh dear me. Do these hurt?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good.” He beamed at me, then grew serious. “What a lovely pussy. What a shame.” He leaned against the table. “Still. What a marvelous memory the next time I’m giving an exam to some beautiful woman.”
The cock was very thick and big, and Bloomfeld was only thinking of his own pleasure. His eyes half-closed, he grunted and shoved into me. He bumped into the clover clamp that was on my clit, and I whimpered. This seemed to excite him. He fucked me hard, pulling far out, slamming back in. The only sounds were the music, which Lacey had turned down some, and Bloomfeld grunting. Now and then, George said, “Damn.” I only realized a little later that Bloomfeld had not taken off the cockring. He would still be ready for me.
“Did you like that? Tell me you liked that.”
“I did sir, I liked it.” I was surprised. I had liked it.
“Oh good.” Bloomfeld panted a little, then straightened. “Lacey. She’s still a slut,” he said, almost sadly.
“Yes Master, she is.”
Lacey adjusted a mirror then so I could watch Bloomfeld. He inserted a specula into my pussy, and through that, he occasionally poked a thin tube. “My own invention,” he said modestly. He rubbed the g spot with the end of the little tube, which sparked at one point and shot a little thrill of electricity and pain. I jerked and moaned.
“Oh good,” Bloomfeld said, but his voice was huskier this time. He rubbed the little tube end over the g spot several times, stroking it, until I was almost crazy with lust. Bloomfeld looked up. “I bet you could fuck a room full of truckers by now.”
“Yes yes,” I panted. He shot a long stronger stroke of electricity against the g spot until I squealed.
“You forgot something, slut.”
“Sir! Yes sir, yes.”
“Better. But your tendency to forget is alarming.” He looked at George. “Would you like to fuck this little slut?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to be watched, though.”
“Fair enough. Just give me a moment. Get her ready, you know.” He whistled and hummed. The clover clamp came off. Blood and feeling rushed back to my clit. I moaned. Bloomfeld stood up. “Let me have my needle case, Lacey.”
She handed him a slender case.
“What – what’s that, sir?”
He ignored me, smiling, but then opened it to show me. I recognized acupuncture needles. “All sterile!” he said cheerfully, then plunged one into the center of my nipple. I squeaked. He inserted more until there were several quivering from each nipple. He removed the clothespins.
“George,” he said, “Lacey and I will be in the back for a little while. Do try to be as rough as possible.” He patted George on the shoulder. They left the room.
“Oh man,” said George. “Do those hurt?” He pointed at the needles. They didn’t really, but they seemed to tingle. I shook my head.
He unzipped his pants and without a word, fucked me, bracing against the table. I scooted back and forth a little on the table, as much as the straps would allow, because he was using me so roughly. He zipped his pants.
“You liked that a lot.” He buckled his belt.
“Yes, I did.”
“Maybe I’ll fuck you again sometime.”
He left the room. Bloomfeld came back with Lacey, who was naked now except for the hose and heels and a ridiculous nurse’s cap.
Bloomfeld’s cock was still erect. “Let’s try this,” he said, and held something out to Lacey. She knelt, and I couldn’t see her. He looked at me.
“Did you enjoy George?”
“Yes sir, yes.”
“Because you enjoy everybody, don’t you?”
“Yes sir, I do.”
“Bad little sluts have to be punished, you know.”
“Yes sir.”
“And – you want me to punish you, don’t you, whore?”
I moaned. “Yes sir, I do.”
“Because you deserve it.” Lacey finished and stood up. Bloomfeld walked closer to me.
“Yes sir, I deserve it. I’m a slut sir. I’ll fuck anyone sir.”
“And everyone.”
“Yes sir, yes.”
He smiled and motioned at Lacey. She held up a mirror so I could see. My eyes widened. He was wearing a sheath on his cock that was fine, with nubs on the outsides. Knowing Bloomfeld, probably nubs on the inside, too.
He touched wires to the needles in my nipples at one point, causing me to cry out. He also added acupuncture needles to the insides of my labia, to the clit, to the sensitive skin around the clit and on the insides of my thighs, then touched the wires to those, too, until I cried out and jerked and came.
“Oh dear, Lacey. Our little slut has cum again. What a shocker.” He ran the wire swiftly over the needles then. He handed the set to Lacey. He played with the needles until he was satisfied; most he removed, but he left the ones in my nipples, pushing them in a little more until I jerked.
“Did you say something?” he asked.
“Sir –”
“Yes?”
“Sir, that hurt a little.”
He smiled at me. Then he added a few more to my breasts, pushing the fine needles in a little more. He had removed all of the ones from my pussy, but now he added a few that went in from the top downwards. I understood. He could slam into me all he wanted and wouldn’t push those needles in that way. But they would stay.
Lacey threaded wires to the needles, each breast having its own set, and little wires to the needles on my pussy.
“You’re getting me excited, Lacey,” he said. She smiled. She turned on the switch and I cried out, just as Bloomfeld began to fuck me again, grunting and grunting as he pushed in and out and fucked me. He started talking while he fucked me.
“You like it whore, you like it, say it, say it!”
“I do, I do sir, please” I said, and Lacey fiddled with the switch, turning it up more, and I yelled.
“Say it again slut, say it.”
“Fuck me please please,”I moaned, tears rolling down my cheeks from pleasure, from pain, from excitement. “please sir, fuck me, use me, I want to be used please sir, fuck me.” I panted and shrieked when Lacey switched up the level again, and Bloomfeld grunted and groaned.
“God I’m gonna have to take this off soon,” he said. His cock was jumping and twitching when he pulled out of me. “Get those off of her,” he told Lacey, and slowly began unbuckling the cock ring. He shuddered. She pulled the needles out of me.
Bloomfeld ran the pinwheel prick over my clit, pressing down a little, until I moaned. He got a flogger that Lacey held out to him, and she pulled out metal stirrups on each side of the table, freed my legs, draped them over the frame, and bound me to the metal again. Bloomfeld had been swinging the flogger, then came up closer to me.
“Some of these strips are rubber,” he said. “This is going to sting.”
With my legs apart, up and held out, my pussy was open, vulnerable, and he swung down hard, smacking first on the clit, then on the insides of the legs. “We need something else, Lacey,” he panted, his chest heaving. She left the room, and he walked up to my head. His hand smoothed down my hair, and he kissed me. “Are you still a slut?”
“Yes sir, I’ll always be a slut.”
“Good. You like being used, don’t you?”
“I do sir, I do.”
“Anybody can use, can’t they?”
“Yes sir, anybody, please sir” and I sobbed a little, I was suddenly so hot and eager, “Please sir fuck me again please, please, let George back in here so he can fuck me, Lacey can too, please sir.”
He laughed. “You truly are a slut.” He held up the flogger and ran it slowly up and down my body until I shivered. “Your uncle says you fucked your shrink.”
“Yes sir, I did.”
“And why is that, little whore?”
“He said I was a nympho, sir.”
“And are you? A nympho?”
“Yes sir, I am. I can’t help it sir. I like being fucked.”
“I know you do.” He tapped my clit with the flogger handle. I jumped a little. He moved to the end of the table and made adjustments. My legs were moved apart even more, which had not seemed possible. Lacey returned.
“Let’s see what we have.” He picked up a crop, tossed it aside. I moved a little on the table. “Lacey! I have just the task for you.” She walked over to him, smiling. He whispered, and she nodded.
He kept looking through the assortment of goodies she had brought in. She picked up the flogger and slowly inserted it in me, working it carefully, slowly inside my pussy until I thought I would go insane with need and desire. I bucked against it.
“She’s fucking this, Master!”
Bloomfeld came over to watch. Lacey moved the flogger handle in and out of me, watching, fascinated. I moaned. “Aaaaaaa” I shivered out at one point, clenching, cumming on the handle.
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