Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.
Twenty minutes later I slowly walked into the lounge and dropped onto the sofa.
"I'm knackered and sore." I said.
"You'll get used to it. Watch that video while you relax."
As the video was starting I asked Tony if he really was going to put cameras in the changing rooms in Dan's store.
"Sure, I've got them in 2 other stores changing rooms; you should see what some girls your age get up to in those changing rooms."
"But isn't it illegal?"
"Probably but shop security comes first."
"Don't people see the cameras?"
"No, they're hidden in the bezels round the mirrors and with the bright LED lights shining at them they haven't a clue."
Just then the monitor that he's told me to look at burst into life and I immediately saw myself on the screen. The opening scene was the dildo entering me for the first time.
I have to say that watching myself get fucked, and cumming, by that machine turned me on and it wasn't long before my right hand found its way to my pussy, gently caressing it and slowly rubbing my clit.
I orgasmed again just as Tony filled my stomach -- on the screen that is.
"Well, get turned on by watching yourself. Well done Claire, you're getting there. Go to bed, you've got work tomorrow."
As I slowly got up I wondered where I was getting to, but I didn't ask.
A couple of days later there was a box waiting for Tony outside the apartment door when we got home from work. I stripped then carried the box and my clothes inside.
When Tony opened the box I saw a variety of balls, ranging in size from balls about the diameter of a penny, up to the size of a tennis ball. All were made of shiny steel. I immediately guessed what they were for and my pussy started to tingle.
"OMG." I thought, "Am I really going to have to push that tennis ball sized lump of steel up my hole. I hope that he's not going to expect me to walk around with that thing in me."
After our evening meal Tony opened the box again and got out 2 of the smallest steel balls.
"Come here Claire."
When I got to him I automatically stood with my feet well apart. I gasped as the first cold steel ball entered me. Then again when the second one entered me.
"Keep them in there Claire. I'll tell you when you can take them out."
"I'll have to put my fingers in there to get them out."
"Maybe; you'll have to use your muscles to keep them in and if you can't use your muscles to squeeze them out then yes, you will have to put your fingers in and fish around for them."
I managed to get half way to the bathroom before one of the balls clunked as it hit the floor.
"You're not using your muscles Claire. Put it back in and get over here."
When I got to him he pulled me over his knee and spanked me with 10 swats.
As the 10 swats landed on my butt I heard him say,
"Ten swats for every time one or both drop out. If you don't want a very red butt you'd better get those muscles working."
I spent the rest of the evening doing my kegel exercises and managed to keep the balls in. In bed Tony said that it was weird fucking me with them in, but he did cum a lot quicker.
My pussy ached a bit next morning but Tony still told me to keep them in while I was at work. Unfortunately, one, or both, dropped out while I was at work.
The first time was when I'd been doing something that needed a lot of brain work and I got up forgetting to squeeze to hold them in. As I turned to walk over to the photocopier I heard a clink and instantly realised what had happened. I quickly picked the ball up and eased it back in while I was stood at the photocopier. Tony was in his office and Sandra was on the phone to someone.
The second time was again when I got up from my desk. I got a surprise when I saw Sandra behind me and I lost control of myself. Two balls slipped out and clunked onto the floor right in front of Sandra. She looked down and saw them rolling away.
"You're going to have to work harder at keeping those in if you want a tight pussy." She said.
I blushed and picked them up. Then put them back in when I got back to my desk.
The third time was even more embarrassing. The courier had come to pick up some parcels. He's used to seeing me just about naked so it wasn't that. There was a bit of a query about how many parcels there were and I started moving them to count them, in front of the courier. One of the boxes was a bit heavy and as I strained to lift it out popped both balls.
"Are those what Ben Wa balls?" he asked as they rolled towards the door.
I looked at them, realised where they had come from, blushed, quietly said that they were, then went after them. To add to my embarrassment I had to bend over to pick them up with my back to him. He must have had a great view of my bare butt and pussy.
Before that third time I'd had to go out to the snack van and I was pleased with myself for keeping them in when I went outside. I don't know what I would have done if one had slipped out in front of all those workmen.
I was glad when it was time to go home and on the way Tony asked me how my day had gone with my balls inside me. I told him about my 3 accidents and all he did was laugh at me; then tell me that I'd have to wear them to work each day until I'd gone 2 consecutive days without them sliding out. Fortunately they didn't slide out again.
When we got to Tony's apartment he got me to move up one size then he pulled me over his lap and started spanking me.
"Ten swats for every time one or both fall out I believe I said."
There was one thing that Tony hadn't told me about having 2 steel balls inside me. He hadn't told me that when I walk around with them inside me they knock together and make me feel good. Not enough to make me cum but they certainly start me thinking about it.
A couple of days later Tony told me that he was going out on a stag do without me and that I would be staying at home on my own. I was relieved because it meant that I wasn't going to be the entertainment at the stag do.
Anyway, after he'd left I did all the jobs that I had to do then relaxed on the sofa. I watched some of the monitors for a while but soon got bored. Then I looked at the fucking machine and the exercise cycle and thought,
"Why not."
The curtains were wide open, as usual, and I couldn't see anyone looking over to the apartment so I got on the bike and started pedalling. Two orgasms later I was still feeling horny so I sat on the fucking machine bench and decided to use it.
I put the headrest back in place, inclined the head end of the bench and screwed the blue dildo onto the metal rod. I started to go and get my wrist and ankle cuffs then realised that I couldn't restrain myself completely, so I abandoned that idea, plugged the plug in and moved the control to where I could use it when I was on the bench.
Then I made myself comfortable, shuffling down until the dildo touched my pussy.
I took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob to get the machine to push the dildo inside me.
"Arrgh, ohhh, oooh, that's nice." I said out loud, then I settled back to enjoy myself.
It wasn't the same as being restrained and not be able to control what was happening to me; but it was still very nice.
I slowly increased the speed of the fucking until the knob wouldn't turn any further. By that time my first orgasm was rapidly approaching.
I kept the machine fucking me at full speed as I went through my first and second orgasm; then I slowed it down so that I could get my breath back.
As soon as I was ready I turned the speed up and repeated my exercise. After my fourth orgasm I decided that I'd had enough; too much of a good thing is not good for me; besides, I was getting tired and I hadn't had a good nights sleep for weeks.
I cleaned up, showered and went to bed.
I was woken sometime in the middle of the night by Tony's cock ramming in to me. He was drunk and thankfully didn't take long to cum, roll off me and go to sleep.
I got up and went and slept on the sofa.
The next day was a Saturday and Tony was still asleep on my bed when I got back from the supermarket. When he emerged and had showered and fed he asked me if I'd enjoyed myself on the fucking machine. He then went on to tell me that he'd watched me on his phone, and so had his mates.
"Oh my gawd, I'd been caught." I thought.
"You're such a slut Claire."
"No I'm not, a slut is a woman who lets any man fuck her and I don't do that. I only fuck you and anyone who you tell me to; and I have no choice in that."
"Yes Claire, okay, but you like to enjoy yourself, a lot."
"I'm a normal healthy girl, of course I have needs but it's your fault that my needs are greater than a lot of girls. If you didn't make me dress like this and torture my pussy so much I wouldn't have a fraction of the needs that I have."
"All I've done is bring out your secret desires Claire; you're a natural over-sexed exhibitionist at heart."
"WHAT! No I am not."
"Claire!"
I sat there wondering if Tony was right; I like sex, I like cumming, and maybe, just maybe, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I like the looks men give me when they see me naked, it makes me feel wanted. But I'm the way I am because of Tony; he's changed me from being a normal girl into what I am now. So it's his fault.
Tony must have thought that he won the argument because he got up and went to the sofa and his laptop leaving me to clean up.
"Can I go in to town shopping please Tony? I need to get my pills prescription filled and get a birthday card for my mother."
He silently looked at me for a few seconds then said,
"Okay; go and get the clothes that you're thinking of wearing and I'll see if I approve."
I brought out 3 dresses to show him and he picked a button down dress that is obscenely short.
"Leave the top 2 and the bottom 1 button open when you put it on Claire.
I got my things and left, not putting the dress on until I was outside his apartment. As I walked out to my car I said to myself,
"Remember not to lean or bend forwards and to hold your bag in front of your pussy Claire."
It didn't help when I got in my car and looked down, I could easily see all my bare pubes.
"I hope that I don't get stopped by the police." I thought.
As I wandered around the shops I got a few comments from young men and a few dirty looks from middle-aged women. I sort of liked the comments, it meant that they liked what they saw -- me; and I just ignored the women.
When I was choosing a birthday card for my mum there was a very tall man stood next to me. In my experience, men usually just grab almost any old card but this man was really taking his time and looking inside lots of cards. Then I noticed that he was looking my way and not at the card in his hands.
