"There are many ways to stimulate a pierced clit."
Satina had read that once, in a magazine somewhere. The article had been written by a submissive with thick rings in her clit, pussy lips, nipples -- even the end of her tongue. No elaboration on what some of those "ways" might have been. But the statement had entered Satina's mind, like a wind-blown seed entering a little crack in the dirt, and took root in fertile soil. More and more, Satina found herself compelled to explore the idea, nurture that tiny seed, coax it to grow and bloom, with the help of her hypnotic Mistress, MzDominica.
On the cross-town bus, Satina rode to her mid-afternoon appointment with MzDominica. She sat in one of the wide, sideways seats, facing the people in the opposite seat across the aisle. As usual, her legs were crossed, showing off everything she had between her platform sandals and her leather mini-skirt. The black leather contrasted with the creme-colored satin blouse that almost -- but not quite -- matched the color of her long blonde hair.
Satina liked to show off her legs, so firm and a little muscular -- a direct benefit of her little obsession. With a little brass weight dangling from the ring in her clit, every step Satina took caused the weight to swing a little bit -- especially if she wasn't wearing any panties. Walking, taking slow, easy strides, stimulated her constantly. But it was nothing compared to when she climbed stairs, when the little pear-shaped weight swung forward and back, forward and back, and repeatedly "slapped" between her pussy lips. Often, Satina would spend much of her lunch hour, climbing stairs. The exercise was good for her -- made her trimmer, her legs like a dancer's. Up the stairs always felt better than down. The thrust of the little brass pear between her dripping labia always felt like one more swing, one more wobble of her clit, would send her over the edge into orgasm.
On the bus, Satina clenched her thighs together, just a little bit, daydreaming about the stairs and the brass weight. Funny, how she could never actually see the weight, except when she was in deep trance. But she could always feel it there, swinging back and forth, wiggling her clit, gently tugging on it all the time, stretching it a little.
Like the time MzDominica had taken her to the "pony farm." Satina hadn't known what to expect, and was surprised to find that she was to be the pony. Outfitted with a bit in her teeth, blinders on either side of her head, and wearing nothing but a harness made of leather straps, Satina was trained to pull a small cart, with her Mistress holding the reins. Little bells were attached to her nipples and to the ring in her clit. They shook and jingled with every step Satina-pony took. With a quick flick of the reins and a click of Her tongue, MzDominica signaled her to begin trotting. Jingle-jingle-jingle, the silver bell between Satina's legs suddenly became her entire world, all conscious thought focused on the tug-tug-tug on her clitty, while she mindlessly responded to every tug of the reins, every click of her Mistress' tongue, every flick of the little whip, turning left, turning right, straight ahead down the country road, jingle-jingle-jingle, tug-tug-tug. Satina's panting had more to do with that little bell than the exertion of pulling the cart. Step-step-step, tug-tug-tug -- suddenly, Satina felt a pull on the reins, and her Mistress' Voice say, "Whoa!" She stood still, facing forward, able only to see straight ahead because of the blinders, while she heard Dominica get out of the cart, heard Her boots crunch on the gravel road as she walked, step by step, along Satina's left side, until She was finally in front, facing Satina, holding the little pony whip. Dominica's Eyes gazed deep into hers, and Satina heard her Mistress say, "Lock you knees so you don't fall down. Now... cum!"
On the bus, Satina squirmed a little, not quite sure where she was for a moment. She looked around casually, noticing the men staring at her and trying to hide it. Satina loved having that power over them -- that they wanted to gaze at her openly, but didn't dare! Then she noticed the little old lady across the aisle, holding a book and pretending to read it -- but Satina could see her eyes flick up from the book every once in a while, and trail up Satina's legs. She saw the woman's eyes flick back and forth. Apparently deciding no one was looking, the woman quickly took her left hand off the book, squeezed her breast, and returned her hand to the book. Then, as if realizing something, her eyes left the book, looked up, and she found herself staring straight into Satina's eyes. Caught! The old lady's lips curled into a strange, lop-sided smile -- pixyish and challenging at the same time. Then she returned to her book. "Naughty granny," Satina thought!
Satina's stop had arrived. She rose from her seat, deliberately not tugging down her mini-skirt, and slinked catlike to the bus door. Let 'em all have a good look, and ache for her. Even the naughty granny. Satina found herself echoing the secret smile.
She straightened her skirt just as she stepped off the bus, then began walking toward the building where MzDominica had Her office. The mini and the platform sandals made Satina's legs seem to go on forever, and she could tell a lot of men -- and women -- found themselves distracted from their afternoon errands, for just a moment, as she passed them on the sidewalk. The height of the sandals made her stride just that little bit longer and slower, the perfect cadence for that little brass weight swinging back and forth, tugging on her hard, aching clit.
Entering the office building, Satina heard her Mistress' Voice in her head, commanding her to try to resist, just the little bit that she could. She walked across the lobby to the elevator and pressed the "up" button. Hmm... slow today. It was a full minute before the elevator arrived. The doors opened, and Satina walked toward the elevator, ready to enter, ready to ride up to Dominica's floor instead of taking the stairs. She got closer and closer to the doors, but seemed to be slowing down with every step, her mind getting hazier with every moment. Just as she got to the doors, so that one more step would take her inside, she quietly stopped, deep in trance, seemingly unable to remember what the elevator was for. Satina turned, and walked toward the entrance to the stairs.
As she began climbing the stairs, Satina began to wake up a little bit from her trance. "Good thing I always get here early, with plenty of time before my appointment," she thought. The little brass weight, that she could never see, began swinging as she started up the first flight of stairs. Swaying back and forth, slapping gently against her labia -- already dripping wet from her daydreams -- the little brass pear tugged at Satina's clit, while her mind became warm and fuzzy again. "Just to the top of this flight," the weight seemed to promise, "and one more tug there will make you cum." Satina climbed, the weight swinging, the little air drafts up the stairwell caressing her skin. She climbed, as everything became hazy. She climbed, like a robot, the little weight swinging. She climbed, losing track of the flights of stairs. The little slap... slap... slap... of the weight matching the step... step... step... of her legs, the drip... drip... drip... of her pussy.
Somehow, Satina left the stairwell at just the right floor, and walked down the hallway to the office. She wasn't really aware of the sign on the door, "MzDominica, Erotic Hypnosis," as she turned the doorknob and entered the reception room. As always, she had arrived just at the right time for her appointment, already in a trance, ready for more conditioning from her Mistress.
The receptionist recognized her. She pressed a button on a little console on the desk, waited a moment, and a green light lit up. The receptionist stood up, gently took Satina by the arm, and guided her down a short hallway to a golden colored door. She knocked on the door, heard Dominica's Voice say "Enter," and opened the door. After guiding Satina through, she looked at MzDominica, who nodded. Then she backed out and closed the door.
Dominica was seated in a big, leather chair, dressed in a conservative business suit, her feet in open-toed shoes with four-inch heels. She looked at her slave, Satina, who stood just inside the doorway, her face blank, her eyes void of expression -- trembling with lust and unable to think what to do next.
"Good afternoon, Satina," Dominica said. She watched as the slave's trembling increased, her jaw became slack. "Satinaaaaa!" More trembling. "You must answer Mistress! I said good afternoon!"
