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Chapter 59 Hiding the Weapon
“Let’s find some place where we can move around. We’re going to do everything you said you wanted and I need space,” said Stacy while exchanging hot feverish kisses with Tice.
“You get me so fucking hot. I feel like I’m on fire,” said Tice squeezing Stacy’s breasts in his hands as he pressed her against the wall. His body molded to hers.
“And I’ve got a present for you,” said Stacy taking his hand to her crotch. “It’s hot and gooey and it’s all yours.”
The ejaculate of her last five customers was sealed in her vagina while her rectum contained three loads.
“Oh baby and you’re going to make me eat it, right,” said Tice.
“Damn right I am. You’re going to suck out every drop and swallow it; then tell me how delicious it tastes,” said Stacy.
Tice had confided his desire to perform orally on her after she had serviced customers in the booths but she had put him off until now. Thanks to Portia, she was more than ready.
When her shift ended, she met Tice in the tiny janitor’s closet. The smell of wet mop and disinfectant was overwhelming. They had been making out for several minutes in the cramped hot space. Stacy’s shirt was up to her armpits. Tice had been sucking hard on the tit he’d lifted out of her bra. Stacy allowed her passion free reign. It was important for Tice to think she was dying for his cock.
“Is it really full of spunk,” asked Tice his excitement increasing as he placed his hand on hers pressing against her sex?
“Both orifices are filled to the brim and I brought some medical toys for us to play with. I’m even going to dress up as a nurse. I want this to be special,” said Stacy wrapping both her arms around his shoulders and tongue kissing him.
Stacy’s vaginal and rectal openings were sealed with a custom molded stopper. It was Portia’s idea. It manufacture employed the same method, factories used to protect workers from harmful noise levels.
“My uncle worked in a foundry. Every quarter an OSHA rep would show up. He’d hand out this ear protection kit. Each worker would mix two binary compounds and pour it their ears. While it hardened, they’d watch a ten minute movie on plant safety,” said Portia. “It’ll work just as well on a vagina or an anus. The finished plug will provide a tight fit and nothing will leak; plus since it is properly contoured and made of a soft flexible material it will be comfortable. You could wear it all day and forget its there.”
“Is there anything you don’t know about,” asked Stacy getting into a position elevating her hips and spreading her legs?
“Yes, many things,” said Portia shaking the small plastic bottle mixing the two substances.
They had giggled like schoolgirls as Portia poured the quick forming substance into Stacy’s vagina. Exactly ten minutes later, Portia extracted a rough glob of material that was an exact match of the contours of the first two inches of Stacy’s pussy. A small plastic ring attached to a string allowed Stacy to easily remove the plug. They repeated the procedure for Stacy’s sphincter.
“Neat,” said Portia holding the oddly shaped plug and admiring it before she gave it a kiss.
“Taste like rubber. Now let’s make one for you,” said Stacy as the two embraced.
“Why,” asked Portia?
“I’ll have it cast in bronze and wear it as a charm,” said Stacy laughing.
“It would be cool to get a fill up from Monk and Les in the morning then keep it inside me all day,” said Portia reaching for another kit
“And you could make them taste it after it marinated for twelve hours,” said Stacy.
“Vintage jism aged in warm pussy. Sounds delicious,” said Portia mixing the two binary chemicals that formed the mold material.
“Tice has been begging me not to douche after I dance. I want to eat your cream pie he keeps saying. But I’ve been putting him off. I want him so desperate he’ll do anything I want,” said Stacy taking the small bottle of viscous material from Portia.
“Put ten minutes on the timer,” said Portia as she rolled over on her back elevating her hips with the help of two pillows.
Stacy told her last five customers it was her twenty-second birthday and she was celebrating by fucking twenty-two men but only charging for oral. By keeping her pelvis rotated and using the plugs between fucks she managed to capture and hold five large ejaculations in her vagina. The three in her anus came last. Skeletor deposited a large load deep in Stacy’s bowels.
“Let’s go in the arcade,” said Tice reaching down to lift her skirt. His large hands grabbed her bare bottom pulling her hard against his manhood.
“There’s no room in there, baby. And the last time, a roach crawled up my leg while I was sucking you off,” said Stacy. “Besides, I brought all my special toys, even a costume like you wanted. Find us some room to more around and I’ll give you the wildest fuck you’ve ever had.”
“Can we go to your place,” asked Tice?
“No, Portia only allowed me to stay if I promised not to bring any men home. That’s the downside of living with a committed dyke even if the rent’s free. Is your wife home?” said Stacy grinding her sex against Tice.
“Yeah, she’s always home when she’s not visiting her mother in Jersey,” said Tice his lust reaching the point he was losing control.
“There’s no one upstairs. Zena said the big boss is in Vegas and won’t be back for a couple of days.”
“No one is allowed up there.”
“Even security, you could just say you were checking things out. Making sure everything was okay.”
“It’s against the rules. I could get fired.”
“Who’s to know? Have you got a key?”
“Yeah, I got a master. Fire department requires someone on site have a master in case there is an alarm.”
“It’s up to you. But you’ve been asking for me to give you a cream pie and one of my special sessions. My cunt’s full of paste. I’ve got a bag of medical toys to play with. And I’m horny, as hell and willing to do anything you want. All you have to do is name it. Now do you want what I got or do I go home and give it to Portia?”
“We’ll have to keep quiet and not mess anything up,” said Tice.
“I’ll be careful. I promise,” said Stacy molding her body against Tice’s as she flicked her tongue in his ear.
“All right, you’re worth it,” said Tice,
“Nice,” said Stacy when Tice opened the second of the two heavy doors leading to the upstairs.
“Place is built like Fort Knox, only better. A couple of years ago, Mr. Serrentino had a contractor gut the place and totally rebuild it with the latest anti-surveillance materials. The architectural firm had done work for the State Department and the CIA so they know everything there is to know about avoiding ease dropping. The walls are soundproof. No one in the outer office can hear what’s going on in Mr. Serrentino’s office and vice versa. And no one outside including downstairs can hear shit either.”
“So nobody is going to hear Pussy Boy scream when Mistress Serena turns his bottom red,” said Stacy.
“Are you going to whip me, Mistress? I’ve been a bad boy and I should be punished,” said Tice taking Stacy in his arms.
“You’ll scream, I promise,” said Stacy. “I’m surprised the Feds haven’t bugged the place.”
“There are electronics to prevent anyone from planting a bug and listening in. Even the telephones are special so the Feds can’t put a wiretap on them,” said Tice as they entered the outer office, the room where Stacy on her drug runs had experienced the leering stares of Mr. Serrentino’s bodyguards.
“Who was the interior decorator? Did I ever tell you I plan to become an interior decorator after I quit dancing,” asked Stacy?
“You still got a few years left on you. The guy who did Mr. Serrentino’s office in Las Vegas did it. Money was no problem,” said Tice.
The décor was obviously done by a professional with an unlimited budget. There were several expensive looking leather couches and chairs, a long conference table, a sink, microwave, and a small refrigerator. A large screen television dominated one wall and oil paintings the others. A collection of DVDs was arranged by title in a walnut case below the television. Stacy took a quick look at the titles. They were mostly, but not all, hardcore porn other than the collection of the Godfather films.
“Jesus, so this is where the big man hangs his hat,” said Stacy.
“No, this is for his personal security. His office is through that door,” said Tice.
“Can I see it,” asked Stacy walking quickly towards the door.
“We shouldn’t go in there,” said Tice looking concerned.
“I’ll be careful,” said Stacy quickly stepping through the door and turning on the light switch. “Jesus, this is something.” On her previous visits the only light had been the desk lamp on Mr. Serrentino’s desk. When Stacy turned the switch, an executive office worthy of a Fortune 50 CEO appeared before her eyes.
“Serena, come out of there, please,” said Tice standing in the doorway.
“All right, don’t get your bowels in an uproar,” said Stacy turning off the light and stepping back out of the room.
“How do we start?” asked Tice?
Stacy opened the large nylon athletic bag Tice had carried upstairs for her and took out a leather hood. “Put this on, Pussy Boy. I don’t want you to see me change. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tice took a seat on the couch. Stacy put the tight fitting leather hood over his head and zipped it shut. She unzipped the holes covering his nose and mouth.
“Now, Pussy Boy, you sit quietly and don’t make a sound while Mistress Serena changes,” said Stacy as she pushed the tight spandex skirt down her legs.
From the first time Stacy had sex with Tice she knew he was a submissive with a desire to be dominated and suffer pain.
“Squeeze my nuts. I like it to hurt,” pleaded Tice as soon as Stacy dropped to her knees.
When Stacy reported this newly discovered fact to the Club Josephine team noting her lack of experience as a dominatrix, Reynolds had volunteered his wife, Stephanie, to train Stacy. Stephanie, as it turns out, was a practicing Boston dominatrix with her own WEB site and a long list of clients. She and Reynolds had met when he scheduled a session with her that included forced feminization.
Sir Charles arranged for Stephanie to come to New York and work with Stacy.
“There’s a physical side to domination and a psychological side. Anyone can handle the physical stuff, its getting into their head and figuring out what they really want, that’s tough,” said Stephanie when discussing Tice with Stacy and Portia.
Mistress Stephanie arranged for three training sessions at a mid town dungeon owned by a friend and fellow dominatrice. Stacy’s experience with Faye and the Talbots proved useful.
“Timing is very important,” said Mistress Stephanie standing over Portia who had volunteered to serve as a slave. Portia was restrained over a punishment bench with a pump gag in her mouth. Mistress Stephanie wielding a nine-strand kangaroo flogger brought the whip around in an arc to land of Portia’s thighs. “Never rush and always start with moderate force and build intensity. Here, since you and Portia are lovers, you whip her.”
Over the next hour, Stacy learned how to gage the slave’s reaction to the whip. Stephanie emphasized bringing the submissive to the breaking point then halting before finally taking them over the edge to a catharsis.
“Most submissives want to be punished for something they did as a child. Oddly enough, they’re asking for punishment they either didn’t receive or wish had been more severe. You see this in the role play they request,” said Mistress Stephanie while monitoring Stacy’s flogging of Portia.
“Can you give me an example,” asked a sweat covered Stacy carefully placing her next blow two inches above the last. Portia’s skin bore red stripes from the back of her knees to her shoulders.
“A female executive I dominate was caught masturbating by her parents. She was on a chaise lying naked by the backyard swimming pool when they unexpectedly came home. What they did not catch was her sucking the cock of the pool boy who had left moment before. They were your typical New England liberals. They gave her a lecture about being more discreet and an age appropriate guide to female masturbation,” said Stephanie.
“Doesn’t sound traumatic,” said Stacy running her hands over the warm whelps on Portia’s bottom.
“I completely agree. But for some reason it looms large in Deirdre’s psyche. In our role-play, I walk in to find her playing with herself using a very large and uncomfortable dildo. I’m furious with her. I slap her and call her all manner of names. Then she is restrained over my punishment bench. The next hour is spent turning her backside beet red.”
“How does it end,” asked Stacy resuming her flogging of Portia?
“She tearfully grovels at my feet begging my forgiveness. I forgive her and allow her to eat my pussy while she masturbates to a climax. Not the worst way to earn five hundred dollars in two hours.”
By the end of the third session, Mistress Stephanie declared Stacy to be an expert with the crop, flogger, paddle, and cane. “You’re a natural, Stacy. If you ever want to get into the domination business, give me a call.”
Satisfied Stacy could handle the physical aspects of domination, the next step involved learning Tice’s particular need for punishment. Stacy invited Tice for coffee at a shop around the corner where they had engaged in a serious conversation about sado-masochism.
“Tell me what really turns you on, Tice. In Los Angeles you meet all kinds. I’ve still got my toys. You’ve done me a lot of favors and help me get the job. I owe you. Plus I think you’re kind of cute,” said Stacy after they had gotten a double mocha cappuccino and were seated. A tiny microphone in Stacy’s ear allowed Stephanie to listen to the conversation and make suggestions. Stephanie, located in a van outside the coffee shop, made copious notes as she listened and offered the occasional suggestion.
“It’s kind of hard for me to say, being a guy but I like a woman who takes charge and is the boss, especially if she’s dressed like a nurse,” said Tice looking around to make sure no one was listening.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I sensed that about you. Why a nurse,” asked Stacy?
“This might not make much sense. I passed out one day in school, appendicitis. When I woke up in the hospital, this pretty young nurse comes in and announces she had to shave my groin area for the operation.”
“And you got a boner,” said Stacy reaching under the table to rub Tice’s cock.
“And how, I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. But her hand kept brushing against my cock,” said Tice. “I think she did it on purpose.”
“So what happened,” asked Stacy?
“After she finishes shaving me, she asked if I wanted her to take care of my erection.”
“You must have been in a good hospital,” said Stacy. “You said yes, I assume.”
“Yes, but as soon as she put her hand around my dick, I blew my load,” said Tice. “I felt totally humiliated.”
“So, that’s what got you into nurses,” said Stacy reaching across the table to take hold of Tice’s hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.
“It must have. I even married one but getting her to touch my cock requires an act of Congress,” said Tice. I like to be examined by the doctor. Three years ago, I had some problems with my prostate, nothing cancerous, so I have to have an examination every three months. I have a female doctor.”
“And it gives you an erection when she opens up your butt and checks out your prostate,” said Stacy.
“I jerk off driving away from her office,” said Tice.
“Sweetie, I sensed that was true. I needed you to tell me specifics so I can tailor a session that will be the greatest experience of your life. Now what do you want Serena to do? Whatever it is I’ll make it happen,” said Stacy putting her hand on his.
“All right,” said Tice taking both Stacy’s hands in his and squeezing them lightly. “I know you’re the kind of person I can trust. I want you to dominate and hurt me. My wife won’t do it. She called me a pervert for suggesting it to her.”
“Tice, I’m flattered you’ve learned to trust me after you’ve known me such a short time. I’ll take care of you, darling, and give you what you need. You’re not a pervert. Lots of guys have the same needs as you. Just put yourself in Mistress Serena’s hands and she’ll take you to the moon and back.”
Tice turned out to have multiple sexual hang-ups including a desire to perform orally on an Oasis dancer whose vagina and rectum contained semen.
By the time they finished their coffee, Mistress Stephanie had a list of Tice’s preferences. “Crazy bastard is a walking encyclopedia of perversions. This is going to be interesting,” was Mistress Stephanie’s comments after reading over her notes.
The athletic bag contained items provided by Mistress Stephanie along with two Sig Sauer nine-millimeter semi-automatic pistols.
Stacy quickly changed into the version of a nurse’s uniform Mistress Stephanie and Portia had designed. The white mini-dress was almost unbuttoned to the waist partially exposing her braless breasts. Her nametag read, ‘Nurse Serena, RN.’ A garter belt suspended her white hose whose tops were three inches short of the dress hem. Four inch white pumps and a tiny white cap completed the output. A riding crop dangled from her wrist. Her only accessory was a stethoscope hanging from her neck.
“Showtime,” whispered Stacy to herself using the television screen for a mirror for a final costume check. She walked quickly to the couch, pulled Tice to his feet. “All right, Pussy Boy, get undressed quickly. Nurse Serena has not got all day.”
Tice took a second to admire Stacy’s costume then began to strip.
“Faster, Pussy Boy,” commanded Stacy emphasizing her statement with a swap on Tice’s bare bottom.
“Yes, Nurse Serena,” said Tice speaking in his imitation of a small boy’s voice.
“Stand very tall with your legs spread and your hands interlaced behind you head. Eyes straight ahead. Don’t you look at me,” said Stacy when Tice was completely naked.
Tice immediately complied. Stacy walked slowly around the large man. She flicked the lose end of the crop over the tip of his penis. He gasped in pain but Stacy saw his cock harden slightly. She also saw his eyes flicker in her direction.
“You looked at me, Pussy Boy. After your nurse expressly forbids it, you showed disrespect,” said Stacy who then quickly slashed the crop once more across Tice’s penis. There was a loud gasp of pain as the leather impacted the sensitive head sending his long cock swinging from side to side. Again, Tice’s eyes looked at Stacy for a brief second.
“I saw that, Pussy Boy. Bend over and grab your ankles,” said Stacy.
“Yes, Nurse Serena,” said Tice bending at the waist and taking a firm grip on his ankles.
Stacy slowly walked around Tice allowing her hand to move across his hairy bottom. Stacy recalled Stephanie’s advice, “Take your time. Don’t hurry. Anticipation is fifty percent of the pleasure for a sub.”
“Is your butt crack clean,” asked Stacy her fingers resting lightly between his buttocks.
“Yes, Nurse Serena,” said Tice.
Stacy placed two fingers against Tice’s sphincter and pushed. Her dry fingers slowly made their painful way past the wrinkled flesh guarding his rectum. A whimper of pain escaped Tice’s lips.
“Oh, does Pussy Boy’s little tush hurt? Here, lick my fingers,” said Stacy bringing the two fingers that had just left Tice’s rear to his mouth. He greedily sucked on both digits.
“You will receive ten hard ones for disobeying your mistress. If you let go of your ankles or fail to count and say thank you after each one, I will start over,” said Stacy reaching between Tice’s legs to pull his testicles rearward. She wanted them to take the occasional blow.
It’s a good thing this place is soundproof thought Stacy after Tice sounded an ear splitting scream after her first blow. He did manage to croak out, “One, thank you Nurse Serena.” Stacy moderated her strokes but at nine, Tice released his ankles and grabbed his buttocks.
Stacy knew it was deliberate. Mistress Stephanie had said submissives often screw up on purpose to prolong the pleasure of their agony. Stacy dutifully began again and this time, Tice managed to make it to ten. She found her own excitement by placing her hand on Tice’s red striped bottom and feeling the heat generated by her riding crop.
“Stand up and don’t move,” said Stacy taking a pair of lined leather cuffs out of her bag. She buckled the cuffs around each ankle. Next she placed a similar smaller set of cuffs around his wrists. “Lie back on the couch and spread your legs,” ordered Stacy when she was done.
“Sash chord is a dominatrix’s most useful tool,” said Stephanie when she was helping Stacy pack the athletic bag. “All hardware stores sell it and when was the last time you saw a window that required a sash cord. Sales to S&M fetishists keep sash cords on retailer’s shelves.”
Stephanie had taught Stacy how to tie the chord so it could be easily tightened. Stacy slipped one end of the precut rope though the ring on the ankle cuff then the other end around the couch leg. After securing the other leg in an identical position and tightening both sides, Tice was in a split any cheerleader would find impressive.
“Also useful are carabiners you can buy online or in any establishment that sells rock climbing equipment,” said Stephanie adding them to Stacy’s kit. Stacy attached a carabiner to the rings of the wrist and ankle cuffs stretching Tice’s arms to where they almost reached his feet
“Now for a little cock and ball torture, Pussy Boy,” said Stacy reaching into the bag for a cock restraint. Stacy knelt down and took Tice’s penis in her mouth. She spent a few seconds sucking it to make sure it was fully erect. Holding the cock head firmly between her lips, she took a firm hold on Tice’s testicles and slowly pulled them downward. She could feel Tice twisting in pain as she stretched his sack to the maximum extent. She allowed her teeth to take hold of the skin behind the mushroom head to hold the shaft firmly as she fitted the ball stretcher around the thin flesh then screwed the clamps tight.
“Oh Jesus God that hurts,” cried Tice when Stacy released the powerful spring. The skin covering Tice’s testicles was almost translucent. Stacy circled the base of the cock with a leather band and tightened it. Finally she used another leather band to separate his testicles. She flicked his balls with her fingernails causing Tice to yelp in pain. When Stacy stepped back to admire her work, she realized Tice’s scrotum was stretched a good six inches.
Stacy picked up the riding crop and gave Tice’s fully erect penis several hard blows causing him to cry out. His eyes were filled with tears.
“Oh, is Pussy Boy hurting? Can’t take it like a man?” taunted Stacy slapping his cock with her hand.
“I love you, Nurse Serena,” said Tice through tear filled eyes.
“Of course you love me, silly. You’re my slave, my Pussy Boy,” said Stacy reaching once more into the bag. “And if you’re really good, I have a special treat for you.”
Stacy slipped a blindfold over Tice’s eyes then began to liberally apply a lubricant to his sphincter. Using her fingers she worked the substance into his opening. Tice moaned his pleasure as Stacy located his prostate and massaged it.
“You have to go to a medical supply house to get one of these,” said Stephanie showing Stacy the eight-inch proctoscope she was about to insert in Portia’s rectum. “It has a light so you can see all the way up their large intestine. Not that there is that much to see unless you are a proctologist.”
Stacy eased the stainless steel instrument past Tice’s sphincter using her sense of touch to guide it to the full eight inches of penetration. Stacy next pushed the device’s probe through the hollow center of the proctoscope.
“My God that is incredible, Nurse,” moaned Tice when he felt the heavy stainless steel probe travel several inches into his large intestine.
Stacy quietly slipped a pair of latex gloves from the bag. She slipped them on then peeled the foil off a suppository that contained a powerful drug designed to render a person unconscious. Sir Charles’ pharmacist had calculated the amount of the narcotic contained in the suppository would render two hundred pound Tice unconscious for ten to fifteen minutes. She placed the suppository in at the entrance to the proctoscope then used the probe to push it in as far as it would reach.
“If I divorce Debbie, will you marry me, Serena,” asked Tice when he felt the probe inside his GI tract.
“Yes, I’ll marry you Tice and have your babies,” said Stacy waiting for the drug to take effect. It was only a few moments before Tice’s head fell to one side. She checked his pulse to confirm he was unconscious. Stacy removed the two Sig Sauer pistols and a role of duct tape from her tool bag’s hidden pocket and went to find hiding places.
Tice was starting to stir by the time Stacy returned.
“Shit, what happened,” asked Tice coming awake as Stacy quickly knelt down and began stroking his cock.
“You’re back. I was about to call the EMTs,” said Stacy.
“No, don’t do that. What happened?” asked Tice.
“You sort of blanked out for a few seconds. Has that happened before?”
“No,” said Tice.
“Maybe we should stop. Too bad, I haven’t let you eat your cream pie,” said Stacy between licks of Tice’s cock head.
“No, I’m okay. Please, Nurse Serena,” said Tice.
“All right, but stay awake this time,” said Stacy reaching down to remove the proctoscope.
“I will. I promise, Nurse Serena,” said Tice.
“Good, because the next part is going to be very special,” said Stacy unzipping the soft leather case of urethra probes before removing Tice’s blindfold. “This I want you to watch, Pussy Boy.”
“Christ, what are you doing,” asked Tice as he watched Stacy insert the bulbous end of one of surgical steel rods into his urethra.
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Don’t question your Nurse,” said Stacy reaching down with one hand to grab Tice’s testicles and apply a painful squeeze. A loud cry of agony escaped Tice’s lips as he experienced the sensation of his balls being crushed together.
“Oh Jesus, what are you doing,” asked Tice obviously very agitated by the sight of the rod slowly descending into his penis. “Shit, I meant to say Nurse Serena.”
“These are actually medical instruments. They were used to remove blockages in the male urethra,” said Stacy.
“Urethra, what the fuck is that,” asked Tice. “God, that feels weird.”
“Pussy Boy doesn’t know that the urethra is his piss hole,” said Stacy allowing gravity to take the bulb shaped tip all the way into Tice’s bladder.
“My God that feels weird, Nurse Serena,” said Tice.
“Of course it does, Pussy Boy. It’s inside your bladder. Here let me give your piss a stir,” said Stacy rotating the flat handle causing Tice’s urine to swirl.
“Jesus, that’s incredible. It makes me want to cum and pee at the same time.”
“But you can’t until Nurse Serena says you can,” said Stacy.
“Right, Nurse Serena, that feels so strange. God, you are fucking amazing. I knew you were special from the moment I first saw you.”
“How sweet of you to say that. I hope you feel the same when I’m done. That was the small get acquainted size,” said Stacy slowly drawing the long metal rod out of Tice’s pee hole.
“It didn’t feel small going in,” said Tice.
“That was a size eighteen. Now let’s try a size twenty-four,” said Stacy holding up the bulb end for Tice to see.
“That’s too big. You’ll rip my piss hole apart,” yelled Tice.
“No it’s not, Pussy Boy. I’ll prove it,” said Stacy applying a dollop of surgical lube to the bulb tip then inserting it in Tice’s pee hole. Stacy jiggled Tice’s cock several times once again allowing gravity to draw the bulb into Tice’s bladder.
“It feels huge,” said Tice. “God I want to blow my load.”
“It’s stimulates your prostate and your bladder,” said Stacy gently turning and twisting the handle causing the metal bulb inside Tice’s bladder to spin.
“My God this is strange. I can feel you stirring my piss. Where the fuck did you learn this,” asked Tice responding to the stimulation he was feeling from the very tip of his cock to the depths of his bladder? The pleasure was so intense it bordered on the painful.
“Los Angeles, there’s all kinds of kinky shit in LaLa Land. I had a friend who demonstrates and sells these like Tupperware to wives at house parties,” said Stacy slowly removing the medical probe. “Urethra sounds are a major part of the LA sex scene.”
“It really feels weird coming out,” said Tice.
“Now let’s see how big a man you are, Pussy Boy. This is the largest, size thirty two,” said Stacy holding up the instrument for Tice to see.
“Christ, please don’t put that in me,” said Tice. “I can’t take it.”
“Oh you are wrong, Pussy Boy. Here, I’ll prove it,” said Stacy easing the almost half inch in diameter bulb into Tice’s opening. Tice made moaning sounds as once again, Stacy allowed gravity to pull the metal rod down Tice’s urethra until the bulb entered his bladder.
“Oh Christ, I need to pee,” said Tice.
“Now how would you do that, Pussy Boy? I got your piss hole blocked,” said Stacy once again spinning the handle. The intense feelings in Tice’s bladder caused him to scream in pain.
“Oh, did that hurt, Pussy Boy,” asked Stacy tauntingly?
Stacy reached into her bag and removed an anal stimulator. Made of fine German alloy steel it measured two feet from beveled tip to handle and weighed slightly over two pounds. It was a simple device with a T-shaped handle, a long narrow post, and a bulb at the end two inches in width and three inches long.
“Jesus Christ, you’re not going to stick that up my dick,” screamed Tice when he saw Stacy applying surgical lube to the bulb.
“No, Pussy Boy, this is for your sweet little rose bud,” said Stacy laughing.
Stacy eased the end of the bulb past Tice’s sphincter then pushed it inward until the handle was embedded in Tice’s butt crack. She ignored Tice’s pleas for her to stop.
Once more Stacy removed a zippered leather case from the athletic bag. Inside was a set of graduated tuning forks. Stacy picked up a small fork struck it against the table then touched it to the metal handle of the probe inside Tice’s piss hole. Immediately, Tice felt a hum inside his bladder giving him an incredible urge to piss. He started screaming for her to make it stop.
Portia had tried to explain harmonics to Stacy.
“When a platoon of soldiers approaches a suspension bridge, they have to break ranks or the harmonic feedback might cause the bridge to collapse,” said Portia.
“Why,” asked Stacy?
“Here, I’ll write out the mathematical formulas,” said Portia picking up a pad of paper.
“No, I believe you. Just show me what to do what I need to do to make Tice collapse like a suspension bridge,” said Stacy.
“All right, if you want to go through life not understanding the basic principles of harmonic amplification,” said Portia.
Portia had used a black felt tip pen to mark the tuning forks Stacy was to use.
Stacy picked up the larger tuning fork, struck it hard against the table then touched it to the handle of the instrument in Tice’s butt. There was no reaction for a few seconds then he started to moan louder and louder as one harmonic amplified the other.
“Interesting, how it feeds on itself,” said Stacy once the vibration had finally ceased.
“I’ve never experienced anything like it,” said Tice perspiration dripping from every pore of his body. “It’s incredible.”
“I’m not done. Open wide,” said Stacy holding up a metal contraption.
“What’s that,” asked Tice?
“A dental gag, when a dentist has to fully anesthetize a patient, this is how he insures their mouth will stay open,” said Stacy.
“You seem to know everything. Were you a fucking nurse,” asked Tice?
“No, just a talented whore, now open wide, Pussy Boy or Nurse Serena will crack your balls like they were walnuts,” said Stacy.
Minutes later, Stacy surveyed her first sex slave. The handle of the probe was jutting out of his piss hole. The T-shaped handle of the anal probe was buried in the crack of his ass. The Whitehead Dental Gag was forcing his mouth wide open. Stacy finished undressing. Holding the tuning forks in one hand she climbed on the couch standing up over Tice. She turned around to where she faced his feet positioning her vagina over his open mouth. She lowered her body until she felt the metal framework of the dental gag frame her vagina.
Stacy hit both tuning forks against the couch arm. As she crouched down she touched them to the metal handles. She waited a few seconds for the amplification to build inside Tice’s abdomen. He began to moan and babble through the dental gag. His moans turned to high pitch screeches as the different amplitudes of the urethra sound and the anal probe exchanged energy multiplying each others force.
When Tice’s pain reached a crescendo then she reached down and pulled the small string attached to the plastic ring embedded in her vaginal plug. Immediately she felt the viscous fluids begin to ooze out of her vagina.
“Enjoy, Pussy Boy,” said Stacy as she squeezed her vaginal muscles forcing a large quantity of aged semen to fall into Tice’s open mouth. As the vibration faded and her vagina emptied, Stacy dismounted. She removed the dental gag then gave Tice a passionate kiss her tongue roaming the inside of his mouth tasting the dregs of his vintage jism cocktail. Next she pulled the probe from his urethra as she removed the ball stretcher and cock ring. Stacy took a firm hold on the handle of the anal probe and began to move it back and forth as her mouth engulfed Tice’s rigid cock.
Seconds later, Stacy’s mouth was filled with Tice’s semen. Using her mouth and hands she milked him dry.
“That was the most incredible experience in my life,” said Tice as they were sneaking downstairs. “But I’m not sure its one I could repeat anytime soon. I feel weak as a kitten.”
“Now you’ve hurt my feelings. I used to charge a guy in Brentwood a thousand dollars for half of what I did to you,” said Stacy.
“You’re really special, Serena. I meant that about divorcing Debbie and marrying you,” said Tice when they reached the bottom of the stairs and he took her in his arms for a kiss.
“Next time, I’ll leave my medical toys at home and bring my electrical toys,” said Stacy melting in Tice’s arm and kissing him.
“Let’s wait a while for that. It’s going to take me a few days to recover,” said Tice conscious that his lower abdomen felt very painful when he moved.
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