I have to admit something. I love wearing their cum. When Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds use my mouth, I love when they let me wear their cum. It's my slut badge of honor. It's a visible sign that I have pleased them.
Not to mention, there is this smell, it's hard to describe, its kind of musky, anyway. The smell keeps me horny. That is their goal after all; to keep me horny. Oh, the depraved things they get me to do when I am horny. I will do anything for them and let them do anything to me if they promise an orgasm.
I know I told you all about how Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds taunted me about getting me pierced. It was a thing. It was amazing.
It was about three weeks after I began serving them. Mrs. Reynolds keeps me on a very strict routine and diet. My body has never looked better. She is the best yoga instructor I have ever had. Let's start there. It really was a great day.
As I sat in Bound Angel position, Mr. Reynolds slipped two vibrating eggs into my spread opening. I am pretty consistently wet when I am with them, so no lube was needed. Once I was stuffed, and moaning softly with the low vibrations, Mrs. Reynolds applied the first weighted clamp.
I let out a yip and clenched my teeth. The bite of the clamp always startles me. The second bite on my outer lips causes the same reaction. Even when I know its coming, it hurts and surprises me. I breathe through my nose and out my mouth as I get used to the burn of the weighted clamps on my swollen, slick, labia.
To add to it, Mr. Reynolds takes my right nipple and pinches it between his fingers. When its good and hard, he attaches a vibrating clamp. I groan loudly. It is so hard to concentrate when they do this. They double team me. My left nipple meets the same fate.
At this point, almost all my sensitive areas are vibrating. I am oozing arousal, and my head is swimming. Mrs. Reynolds had to call out the second pose twice before I heard her and moved.
The weights pulled at my lips, and I whimpered. I wanted to bend to alleviate the stretch somehow. It didn't help. With my hand on my hip, my legs parted slightly; I bent toward my right. The weights shifted. The eggs within me went further inside me, pressing against my g-spot. I shuddered.
The clamps on my nipples made me hyper-aware of their presence. They seemed only to have one speed: Tease the fuck out of the wearer. The eggs though, they had multiple. Mr. Reynolds joyfully played with the speeds. Holding the pose was hard.
"How many will Rob do at once?" Mrs. Reynolds asked.
"It depends on her tolerance." Mr. Reynolds asked. He upped the speed on both eggs, and I whined.
"Well, I definitely want the hood piercing." Mrs. Reynolds asserted.
"And I want the nipples." Mr. Reynolds lowered the speed. Once again I whined. He teased me with the control. I wanted more. I wanted to get off. They had denied me orgasm for three days and kept me in a state of endless frenzy.
"Slut, switch sides." Mrs. Reynolds spoke as if I were an afterthought.
I bent my body the other way. The weights shifted. The eggs shifted. My nipples were on fire. My clit pulsed with need.
We went through the poses. I did my best to be as silent as possible. It was impossible. By the end of my routine, I was dripping with sweat, and my cunt was a leaky faucet.
"Come, slut." Mr. Reynolds curled his finger to give me the signal that I was not to orgasm but to approach him. I whined in disappointment.
I went down to my knees. I crawled toward Mr. Reynolds. The weight swayed, and I had to stop after two steps. My body was an exposed nerve of erotic need. He laughed. "Pet." He warned.
I whined and continued on my way. Once at his feet, I spread my knees far apart and sat back on my heels. The weights touched the floor, and I was thankful for the relief. However, my lips parted, and I had to tense my internal muscles to hold the eggs in. I hadn't been permitted to expel them.
Mrs. Reynolds crouched behind me and stroked my hair. "I think someone is horny." She mocked as she whispered in my ear.
I shook and nodded. "Yes. Mrs. Reynolds."
Mrs. Reynolds pulled at the clamps on my nipples. I arched my back and hissed through clenched teeth. The burn in them was unreal. "Be careful my love," Mr. Reynolds warned his wife. They never called me anything other than slut or pet. "We are having those done today."
"Of course." Mrs. Reynolds released one and then the other nipple, and I let out a howl of joy.
The blood rushed back to my nipples, and I almost cried. Mrs. Reynolds reached around and gently grazed them with her palm. My body twitched in an attempt to get away from the stimulation. However, she was behind me, and I couldn't go far.
Mrs. Reynolds released a throating chuckle each time I moved. "What a delight it will be to hang permanent jewelry from these lovely nipples."
"Agreed." Mr. Reynolds said as he reached down and tugged at the clamps on my lower lips.
"Ahhhh." I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut.
Mr. Reynolds pressed his thumb against my clit and slid two fingers into my filled hole. The eggs inside me clacked together. He turned the vibration up, and I nearly doubled over. Mrs. Reynolds held me up.
"Please," I whispered. "Please Mr. Reynolds." I felt weak. I was so close as he pushed the eggs up and let them fall back down into my canal. All the while, his thumb circled my clit.
"Be careful Love." Mrs. Reynolds teased as she pinched my nipples. I arched my back. My body warred with itself. Did I want to bend forward to alleviate the pressure on my clit or arch back to alleviate the pull of my nipples?
"I know." Mr. Reynolds grumbled and stopped teasing my clit.
I whimpered missing the stimulation. I needed to get off. I was desperate. I humped at the air when Mr. Reynolds removed his hand from my sex. The weights scraped the ground.
The two of them laughed at me. Mrs. Reynolds plucked at my nipples. I whined incessantly. I humped my hips. I was embarrassed at my vulgar display of horniness.
Mr. Reynolds pulled the small chains holding the weights on my labia. When he removed the weights from my cunt, I cried out and saw stars. He brought his fingers to my mouth and swiped my own arousal under my nose.
The vibration within me stopped. However, I was very aware of the size and location of the two eggs. "I think she's ready." Mrs. Reynolds announced as she released my sore nipples.
I looked, dazed between the two of them. Ready? Ready for what? Mr. Reynolds helped me to my feet. When I wobbled, he held me steady.
They dressed me in a bikini top and some booty shorts. I wore no panties or bras when with them out in public. The shorts had been cut from a pair of my jeans. Mrs. Reynolds had styled them herself.
A thick strip of jean, the seam really, nestled itself between my pussy lips. It effectively kept the eggs within me. The sides of the "leg holes" we slit. My ass cheeks hung out the bottom. I was sex on toast.
Mrs. Reynolds offered me a pair of flip-flops to wear. Deep in subspace, Mrs. Reynolds to my right and Mr. Reynolds to my left, they led me out of the house. Each step caused the eggs to move inside me. Each step I bit back a moan.