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Subject: {ASSM} Pilled, thrilled and fulfilled (part 4)
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Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled

part 4

The thought of questioning her revelation occurred to me for an
instant, however, it was clear m had given this a great deal of thought
and I was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  The rest of the
day's itinerary, which was firmly planted in my head, suddenly blew up
and my mind was rearranging it by the second.  I made a quick right
turn and began heading south, to a spot that was not previously
planned.  As we drove, m never opened her eyes.  she was relaxing
nicely as she probably knew, she would need every ounce of energy for
the rest of the day and night.

It took about fifteen minutes to get there.  This part of town was only
for the adventurous, however, it was far from unsafe.  There were many
people about, as the shop was located on the southeast corner of a busy
intersection.  Having been here a number of times, I drove around back
to the alley and parked.  I stepped out of the driver's door and walked
around to where my precious cargo was seated.  There was the typical
litter for the area strewn around - broken beer bottles, a soiled
baby's diaper, several used condoms and a black lace bra.  m's eyes
finally opened as I pushed the latch of the door.  I pulled the leash
gently to help in leveraging her out of passenger seat.  she placed her
come fuck me pumps on the pavement, waited for me to pull harder on the
leash and assist her the rest of the way out of the car.  m looked up
and saw the neon sign, which was still glowed brightly, even in the
strong sunlight.  In large, bold, script lettering, LIFESTYLES, NEWS
and ENTERTAINMENT was spelled out in blood red neon, with a noticeably
smaller font below letting everyone know that LIFESTYLES, NEWS and
ENTERTAINMENT stocked magazines, DVDs, erotic lingerie, leather goods
and other adult toys.

I opened the back door and didn't need to tug the leash as m was
already proceeding to enter.  she walked slowly in front of me, her
head moving quickly back and forth trying to digest the environment.
There were about a dozen men either looking at magazines, checking out
the video covers or talking with one and other or the clerk behind the
counter.  All movements and conversations ceased when they saw m.  It
probably wasn't apparent to everyone yet that her hands were cuffed
behind her and the collar she was wearing had a leash attached to it,
however, that didn't prevent everyone from staring.  "Take a picture
boys, it'll last longer and you can use it over and over" m said
loudly, to no one in particular.  she was generally reserved, maybe
even shy when we played in public as she wasn't a natural born
exhibitionist.  However, today, it appeared she enjoyed being the focus
of everyones' attention.  "Master, I told you all the perverts in here
would love to see what an honest to goodness slave looked like, didn't
I?" she asked turning toward me and giving me a wink that I could only
interpret as she knew what she was doing and it would be best if I just
followed her lead.

"My dear, since you spoke out of turn, you know what's going to happen,
don't you?" I fired back in a loud, stern voice.  "I'm sorry Master,
it's just that it makes me so hot and wet knowing that all these guys
probably have hardons right now!" she continued.  I pulled the leash
hard, jerking her head and neck toward me.  Grabbing the D-ring of her
collar, I pulled her in close to me so we were nose to nose.  "Did I
give you permission to speak slut?" I chided.  "No Master." was her
short reply.

I pulled the collar closer to my shoulder so my lips were next to m's
right ear and whispered "Remember, it was your choice about not having
safe word."  I let the collar go, still holding the leash tightly as I
observed m's face flush at first, then go completely white.  she was
now in a place she'd never been before knowing she had no safety net.
Although I had never experienced it first hand, I had read a great deal
about the endorphins released when a person is in the state of fear and
how closely this parallels sexual arousal.  I unbuttoned her coat,
reaching in to see how wet she was and found that I didn't have to
touch m's cunt as her juices were running down her thighs, causing the
tops of her thigh highs to be wet.  I just smiled.

I began walking with her in tow, the coat now opened, displaying her
nipple chain, but no nipples and her cunt was fully visible.  I paid
particular attention to the looks and stares from the customers in the
store, which strengthened the hardon I was sporting in my pants.
Stopping at the counter, I asked the clerk, who appeared to be in his
early forties and has probably seen just about everything possible in
this store, where the crops, whips and bondage equipment were.  He
politely pointed to the right wall, about half way down the first
aisle.  "The store policy is that if you use it in here, you must buy
it" he said as we began to walk toward the display.  Quite obviously,
he'd been there, done that and knew what I had in mind.

m walked a slight step behind me so the leash was plainly visible from
my right hand to her collar.  Knowing she displeased me only moments
earlier, she kept her head down and didn't make eye contact with
anyone.  I stopped abruptly, see exactly what I was looking for.  There
on the wall hung a black leather crop, about two feet in length, with a
nicely wrapped handle and the end was in the shape of a hand; just what
the doctor ordered!  I picked it up, admiring the workmanship.  It was
flexible, but on the stiff side.  The hand was about two inches high
and an inch and a half wide, which would leave a wonderful mark,
whether on m's ass, thighs, belly or tits.

m didn't notice when I placed my left hand in my pant's pocket.
However her head came up quickly as her back arched when she felt the
first sensations of the egg's vibrations.  she looked at me, again,
with those same eyes and same pout as she did while we were in Lover's
Lane.  "I wonder what would look better, my hand print on your ass or
the mark this crop will leave?" I rhetorically asked her.  "Would
anyone like to offer their opinion?" I said loudly, so everyone in the
store would hear.

Apparently, it didn't take much coaxing for three of the men to wander
over to us, two of whom were twenty-somethings and the other, a very
dignified gentleman in his fifties.  I reached into my right hand
pant's pocket and found the other double-sided snap hook.  Pulling the
leash, I grabbed m's cuffed hands, uncuffed them, leaving the
double-sided snap hook on the left wrist cuff and placed the other
double-sided snap hook on the right wrist cuff.  With her arms now at
her side, I began to slip off m's coat and removed it in one, quick
motion.  I wasn't sure, but there seemed to be the noticeable sound of
material being stretched its limit as the audience began raping m with
their eyes.  There was a rack to my left with some bondage clothing
hung on it where I placed m's coat.  "Bend over slut so I can attach
your wrist cuffs to your ankle cuffs" I ordered.  she stays in great
shape, not that she works out often, but m does perform some
ritualistic stretching every morning as she likes to stay very limber
for me.  Without bending at the knee, the palms of her hands were
virtually touching the tops of her come fuck me pumps and I snapped
each free side of the double-sided snap hooks to the D-ring on the
appropriate ankle cuff.

"Look, she's got a plug in her ass" I overheard one of the
twenty-somethings say to the older gentleman.  "Mmm, hmm" he replied.
In a circular motion, I rubbed each of m's ass cheeks with my right
hand a couple of times when I heard the other twenty-something ask "Is
that a wire coming out of her pussy?"

I looked up and explained we had just purchased the remote control,
wireless vibrator and that I had just turned it on.  I pulled out the
remote, changed the vibration type to a new setting and increased the
intensity, producing a loud moan from m.  "I don't want you making any
noises" I said, pulling the butt plug out of her ass with a distinctive
pop.  Since we don't play anally much, her sphincter immediately
puckered shut and her beautiful rosebud appeared.  I walked around in
front of m, who already had her head up as high as she could with her
mouth wide open.  "Make sure you don't drop it as we don't want to get
it dirty, do we?" I asked, shoving the butt plug into her mouth until
her lips grasped it firmly.  Although m's answer was muffled, she shook
her head from side to side in agreement.

"Gentleman, doesn't she have a wonderfully shaped ass?" I asked.  In
unison, they all vigorously nodded.  I stroked her ass with the crop,
moving in circles, then up and down her thighs, giving m goose bumps.
Without warning, I pulled back the crop and landed a hard blow directly
in the center of her right ass cheek.  m was startled, bucked up a bit,
almost lost her balance and remained as composed as she could.  Almost
immediately, the handprint from the crop became visible, the outline a
much darker red then the interior.  The crowd of three winced and the
rest of the store's customers looked up to see what had just happened.

"she's a fine one" the distinguished gentleman said.  "her skin is a
bit paler than most and I know how well pale skin shows off marks" he
continued.  "I'll bet a few, well placed strokes from a cat-o-nine
tails would leave many, wonderful lash marks all over her body."  No
answer was needed or given, I just smiled.

I pulled my right hand back just above my shoulder, taking aim at m's
left ass cheek.  It whistled forward, finding the target, causing both
her ass checks to bounce and the nipple chain to flail wildly.  Due to
the force of the blow, m took a couple of small, shuffling steps
forward so she wouldn't lose her balance and fall.  My handprint
appeared even faster than the one left by the crop only moments
earlier.  The buzzing of the vibrator could be plainly heard and its
affects, combined with the two handprints on her ass were bringing m to
the verge of an orgasm.

The twenty-somethings' mouths were wide open and their eyes were
bulging as it appeared neither had ever been witness to such a display
or had participated in this type of sexual encounter before.  The older
gentleman, obviously with some experience under his belt asked "What
will it take to put her over the top?"

I pulled the butt plug from m's mouth, which, of course was wet from
base to tip and handed it to him.  "I bet you can make her cum" I said.
 "Wouldn't my little whore like to put on a show for these men?" I
asked m.  "YES MASTER, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET HIM MAKE ME CUM!" she
yelled.  With that, the older gentleman walked along side of m, holding
the butt plug in his right hand, placing the tip at the opening of her
rosebud and before he could push forward, m slammed back, impaling
herself with the full length.  "OH MY GOD" she screamed as her orgasm
began.  I changed the vibration setting on the remote again, pushing it
to the max.  m struggled to keep her balance.  Sensing a potential
disaster if she fell, I let go of her leash, dropped the crop and
grabbed her hair with both hands pulling her head up, thus steadying
her.  she was in the middle of a powerful orgasm as her body continued
to quake and sweat was beginning to glisten all over.  I held her there
for at least a full minute before I released her hair with one hand,
switching off the remote.  I continued to keep a firm grasp of her hair
with my left hand while I reached down, unclipping both cuffs with my
right hand leaving the double-sided snap hooks attached to each wrist
cuff.

I firmly grasped her hair again with both hands as m slowly stood up,
with significant help from me.  her hair was tussled, she was panting
rapidly, her knees were weak and she was sweating profusely.  In other
words, she looked like a slut who had just been fucked, and fucked
hard.  The three men began applauding, obviously appreciating the
performance.  I picked up her coat off the rack, snatched the dangling
leash in one hand, the crop in the other and with m still basically
nude, we proceeded to the front counter to pay for the crop.

end of part 4
Pilled, thrilled, drilled and fulfilled

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