"Hello? Miss? Are you okay?" A squeaky teenage boy behind the counter said.
"What?" Carla glanced around, embarrassed and confused. "Oh, yeah. Sorry." She ordered and took the food to a corner booth to hide. The mall was packed, and she found a sort of anonymity amongst the crowd. As she ate, she tried to examine the insane direction her life had taken.
I just sucked a stranger's dick for money,
she thought. Worse,
I liked it
. She knew Ricky didn't care for at all. And at this point, she also knew he was taking advantage of her situation. Manipulating her. But not exactly
forcing
her either. He was rough, inconsiderate, dominant. But he had given her an option out every step of the way, and hadn't she also reveled in every moment of sexual depravity?
Thoughts of what that meant swirled in her head, but she was unable to grasp the answer.
Carla's throat ached with every swallow of her food. The taste of his cum was slowly wiped away. Before Ricky, she never would have allowed herself to be treated that way. And yet, she now wondered if after this weekend,
she could ever find someone else that would
.
She would follow through with this whole thing. She had to. She
wanted
to. She finished her food and began the too-short drive home.
******
For the first time after one of her morning appointments, the house was not empty. Aaron was passed out on the couch, shirt off and one hand down his pants. Carla wondered how she had felt anything for such a boy. She went upstairs to shower and meet her friends on the beach.
******
The night was long with distracted anticipation. Carla wished only for tonight to end so that tomorrow could begin.
Aaron hung around her like a shadow, trying again and again to explain where he had gone last night and why. Carla, no longer interested in the boy, ignored him. But his constant nagging meant she could not enjoy the company of her friends.
"Fuck off, Aaron," Carla finally snapped, when she could ignore him no more. "I don't care what you did last night!"
Shocked, the group stared in uncomfortable silence. Aaron worked his mouth before tossing his beer in the sand and stomping away. Mike and Andy recovered first, carrying on their conversation as if the interruption never happened. The girls, who knew Carla better, looked at her with concern.
It was nearing nine o'clock, so Carla used her angry outburst as an excuse to turn in early.
******
Carla showered, shaved, and dried her wavy hair. She wore a peach colored sundress so thin she had bought it to wear over her swimsuit at the beach. Today, she wore it without her bra or panties. As Ricky had instructor, she worse socks with shoes, her black Chuck Taylor's.
The short drive felt impossibly long. Her stomach fluttered as she knocked on the office door.
Ricky evaluated her with a look from head to toe. He made a non-committal noise before guiding her inside. Carla instantly felt nervous.
"Rule one," Ricky said, "do not speak unless spoken to."
Carla nodded, staring at an odd machine sitting in the middle of the studio. "It's called a Sybian," Ricky said. "It was made to bring women like you pleasure." It looked like a saddle with a dildo sticking up from the middle. A large dildo. Larger than anything that had been inside her before. Carla's jaw quivered, her pussy dripped. "But it can also overwhelm the body so intensely the pleasure might as well be pain."
Carla swallowed. He was trying, and succeeding, to get into her head.
Ricky lifted her dress, roughly used his fingers to feel the proof of her arousal. He looked at the evidence of her arousal, rubbing the sticky wetness between his fingers before cleaning them with Carla's mouth. "Rule two. Do what you are told, immediately and without question."
Again, she nodded.
"Sit on it."
Nervously, Carla squatted over the dildo, noticing it's girth for the first time. Thankfully, Ricky had already lubricated it. She could only hope that the lube and her own dripping arousal would be enough to ease the monstrous dildo inside her.
At first, it entered easily, but became more difficult as the appendage thickened toward the middle. She felt herself stretching and stretching. About halfway on, she felt pleasantly full, wishing the dildo stopped there. But this was a day of punishment, she knew, and so she gritted against the discomfort and kept going. The middle was the thickest point, and she struggled to push past it, but as the base of the dildo narrowed, the resistance gave way and she slipped all the way onto it with an unhappy groan. Instinctually, she tried to pull away, but found herself to be stuck, the bulge in the middle too thick to pull herself back off.
Eyes wide and panicked, she searched Ricky's uncompassionate face. Oddly, his lack of concern served to calm her down. If he wasn't worried, it was because he had
intended
to do this to her.
Ricky moved Carla's legs from a squatting position, to kneeling on either side of the Sybian. One at a time, he then closed heavy metal cuffs around her ankles and drilled them into the ground, locking her in place. Carla flinched at the scream of the drill. She knew Ricky wouldn't
hurt
her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't cause her pain. The lingering ache in her throat was proof of that.
Next, he strapped her ankles to her thighs. Her wrists were bound behind her back and secured to the ground behind her. She had to rest her hands on the back of the Sybian to keep from falling backwards, although the size of the dildo seemed to be doing as much to hold her upright as her arms and body. He looped a thick rope around her waist a half a dozen times, tightening until she could only expand her diaphragm enough for most of a breath. This he secured to the wall in front of her. She couldn't fall backward, forward, or to the sides. She had never been in bondage so secure she couldn't move. A wave of claustrophobia crashed into her. She began to sweat despite the thinness of her dress.
"This controls the Sybian," Ricky said, showing her a small black box with two buttons and two dials. He pressed a red button labeled "vibration" and it lit up.
This is too much,
she thought.
I'm in over my head. I need to—
Ricky turned the dial one click and all thought left her head. Carla jerked against her bondage in shocked pleasure. She felt her abdominals tighten and relax involuntarily, finding it strangely erotic to have her body move without her permission. The vibrations were weak, but she was so completely filled it seemed to vibrate her entire body.
He pressed the green button and turned the dial a single click. The dildo inside her began to rotate, and Carla's eyes rolled back into her head. She had never felt pleasure so complete. So nearly overwhelming.
In a handful of seconds, she was sweating into the fabric of her dress, heaving and at the edge of orgasm. Minutes later, just before she found release, Ricky flipped both switches off completely.
"Nooo," Carla whined, her body convulsing at the sudden loss of pleasure. "I was almost there!"
Is that my voice,
she thought, s
ounding so desperate to cum?
Ricky ignored her, bent down to untie her shoes. "I had to think long and hard about how to punish you," he began. "Much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't spank you hard. Not with the time you spend on the beach."
Ricky had her shoes off and was removing her socks. "And that meant I also couldn't whip your breasts or thighs or back." His finger went up, as if in some great realization. 'Maybe your pussy,' I thought. But no, if I missed and marked your stomach, your friends would ask too many questions."
