Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2006 17:41:42 -0800
From: Marnie
Subject: Pizza Girl - Chapter 4

     After collapsing on the stage at the sex club, I didn't
remember anything really. It was like a dream. It seemed
like I was moving, or being moved might be more accurate.
All I knew for sure was that I woke up the next morning in
my own bed. "Did I dream this all?" I thought for a moment.
Then I realized that my pussy and asshole ached. I pulled
back the covers to see dried pussy juice all over my pubic
area and legs. No, it had definitely been real. The slutty
outfit, the blindfold, the club full of young girls, yes it
had all happened to me. I lay in bed and thought about that
fateful night a week ago when I had ordered a pizza and
Jennifer had delivered it to my door. I wondered what was
going to happen to me.
     It was now 3 weeks later and it looked like all my
worrying and anxiety was for nothing. I had not heard a word
from Jennifer, or, for that matter, from any of her friends.
I had a strange mixture of feelings; there was relief, but
there was also the feeling that I had done something to
displease them, that I had not been good enough in some way.
But, it was a beautiful summer day, this one perverse
experience was behind me so I decided to spend it by the
pool, deepening my already golden tan. I showered, slipped
on a very revealing thong bikini that I only used for
tanning by my own pool. It was comprised of a top that was
really only two strips of cloth that barely covered my
areolas and nipples and a bottom that was a string that ran
up my ass crack and a front patch of material that just
barely covered my labia. It was a suit I would never wear in
public but my pool was totally secluded so it allowed me
maximum tanning while still being somewhat covered.I had
never had the nerve to tan totally nude.
     I had spent the morning reading and dozing, had gone in
around noon and fixed a light lunch, and now, since it was
after noon, I indulged myself in a very refreshing peach
margarita. I had just filled my glass a third time from the
pitcher in the kitchen when the phone rang. I leaned over
and picked it up. "Hello?" my voice was husky with sun and
drink.
     "Enjoying your margarita?" the familiar voice laughed.
     I quickly looked all around me. The trees and bushes
totally blocked any view of the pool I was sure of it. How
could she know? "How...how do you know? I mean.no one can see
back here."
     "Well none of your neighbors maybe, but if you look to
your left, up on the hill, you might be able to make out a
car on a small dirt road."
     I turned to my left and sure enough, there, about
halfway up a hill I could see a car. But it was about a half
mile away. I didn't even know there was a road there. "But,
you're too far away to see.I don't understand," I continued to
stammer.
     "Amazing technology nowadays these binoculars I
borrowed from a nerdy bird-watching friend are really
fantastic, I'll have to show them to you sometime."
     I started to get up to move into the house.
     "Stop!" Jennifer's voice commanded.
     I froze by the lounge chair.
     "Sit back down."
     I hesitated.
     "NOW!" she almost shouted into the phone.
     I obeyed and sat back down on the lounge chair.
     "That's better, that's a lovely suit, you must turn a
lot of heads when you wear that."
     "I don't wear it anywhere but here. I just use it to
get a maximum tan."
     "Why don't you just sunbath nude?"
     "I...I'm too embarrassed."
     Jennifer laugher into the phone, "Well, that will sure
surprise the girls at the club. I don't think any of them
would characterize you as shy."
     I could feel my face redden at the thought of my
behavior at the sex club almost a month ago. I could also
feel another reaction, at the mention of the club, a twinge
of excitement fluttered in my belly and my nipples hardened
slightly under the material of my suit.
     "You really do look incredibly sexy in that suit."
     "Thank you," I answered automatically.
     "Pull the top aside so I can see those incredible
breasts."
     "No...please," I started.
     "Do it! Remember what I said on that first night? Oh,
and by the way, in case you are thinking about going back on
what you said, let me tell you that Monica films all the
sessions at the club. What do you think would happen if your
friends saw that tape? How would your position in the community
be then?"
     I was shocked. The thought of my friends and neighbors
seeing my obscene actions was unthinkable. I slowly moved my
hands to my bikini top. I pulled aside the two strips of
material revealing my breasts.
     "That's better; now rub your pretty tits for me."
     I started to massage my breasts, instinctively I
occasionally pinched my nipples between my thumb and
forefinger. Warmth started to radiate down my body. I didn't
even realize that my legs had moved slightly apart and my
hips had started to grind. A small moan escaped my lips.
     "That's it," Jennifer's voice was approving. "Now pull
aside that bikini bottom and show me your pussy."
     I obeyed without hesitation this time, pulling aside
the thin strip of cloth to reveal what I knew was my now wet
pussy. I started to move my hand to it.
     "No!" Jennifer's voice came over the line. "Don't touch
yourself there until I tell you. Now, spread your legs and
continue to play with your tits."
     I did as I was told. My legs spread so that my pussy
was exposed, the narrow crotch band pulled aside. My hands
went back to my breasts and continued to massage, pinch,and
fondle. My excitement heightened. The fact that I could not
touch my aching cunt actually seemed to enhance the
sensation. I was totally into myself. Now I started to pull
and twist my nipples so they hurt. The connection of
pleasure and pain was one I had been introduced to at the
club and I realized how much I enjoyed it. "Ahhh!" moaned as
my head lolled back and my hips fucked the air as I writhed
on the pool lounge.
     "Very, very nice."
     I turned and stopped my manipulation of my breasts.
Jennifer's voice was not on the phone, but was right behind
me. I turned and saw her standing by the patio door.
     "Now, cover yourself back up."
     I hesitated, slightly confused by the order.
     "Do it!" again the stern command.
     I obeyed pulling the crotch band back over my pussy and
replacing the two strips of cloth over my nipples and
areolas.
     "Good, now come with me."
     I got up and followed the young girl back into my
house. We walked through the living room and den. I
continued to follow Jennifer as she walked to the front
door. I stopped and turned looking for a coat, or robe.
     "What are you doing?" Jennifer was looking back at me.
     "I'm looking for something to put on," I answered.
     Jennifer reached back and grabbed my arm, "Come on you
don't need anything." With that she pulled my through the
front door and down the walkway to a waiting black limo.
Like the last time, I prayed that none of my neighbors would
see me in my skimpy bikini being led to a car by a young
girl. The door of the limo opened and Jennifer stepped aside
to allow me to enter.
     "Well, well, well, that is quite the sexy outfit,"
Monica looked at me approvingly from her place on the facing
seat of the limo. She was dressed more normally today. Gone
was the leather jumpsuit from the club. It had been replaced
by a light summer dress moderately low cut, but certainly
respectable. Jennifer followed me into the limo and we
started to move.
     "Mm.may I ask where we are going?" I said timidly,
afraid of the reaction I might get for speaking out.
     "Oh.Jennifer didn't tell you," said Monica cheerfully.
"We're going shopping."
     "But.I'm not..." I looked down at my barely covered
body.
     Monica interrupted, "Oh don't worry dear, you look
perfectly fine to me."
     "She looked even better a few minutes ago," Jennifer
winked at me.
     "I'm sure she did," Monica answered and smiled.
     I was afraid to broach the subject further so I sat
back in silence. Jennifer offered me a drink and I took it
willingly, feeling I needed to brace myself for what might
lie ahead.
     "Maggie," It was Monica. "Spread your legs a little
dear."
     I obeyed displaying the thin patch of blue cloth
covering my pussy.
     "Jennifer, did you notice that Maggie has soiled her
bikini?"
     I looked down to see that that my pussy juice had made
a dark stain on the crotch band of my thong.
     "Well, she did get a little excited before we left,"
Jennifer gave a soft laugh.
     "Yes, I can tell. Her nipples are almost popping
through the material of that top."
     Again, I looked down and could easily see the
impression of my nipples pushing against the material of my
skimpy top. Oddly, instead of being embarrassed, I was
getting more excited.
     "Madam we're here," the limo driver's voice broke into
my thoughts.
     "Good," said Monica, "well ladies let's do some
shopping."
     Jennifer got out of the limo first and I followed. I
looked up at the sign of the store in front of us. "Helga's
House of Leather and Lace," it read.
     "Well, don't just stand there," Monica had exited the
limo and was now standing beside me." She took my arm and
ushered me through the door that Jennifer had held open for
us.
     When I had gotten out of the limo, I was secretly sort
of pleased. I had been in these adult stores before and
usually I was either the only one there, or one of very few.
So there probably would not be many people to see me in
my state of semi-undress. Also, I was pretty sure none of my
friends or neighbors would be here. As I walked through the
door at least one of those comforts was crushed. The place
was packed. As if she read my thoughts. Monica was at my
ear.
     "Helga does a very good business," she laughed in a
whisper.
     Even though the theme of the store was adult, no one
was really ready for a 5'10 blonde in the skimpiest of
bikinis to walk in the room. As I walked with Monica, I saw
that all eyes turned and stayed on us as we passed. We
walked to a section that had whips, canes and other b&d
materials on the wall.
     "Hello Monica," a slender brunette woman approached us.
She was about my height but stood taller because of the 8"
high heeled black leather boots she wore. She had on a
leather vest that was loosely laced in front so that the
middle of her torso was exposed from her ample cleavage to
her navel. Her very large breasts were half way covered by
the leather. The vest stopped just above her navel. She wore
a pair of tight black leather shorts that rode so low on her
hips that I swore the top of her pussy slit was almost
uncovered. Below that were black thigh high fishnet
stockings. She was very attractive with intense green eyes
framed by shoulder length hair.
     "Hi Helga," Monica answered, "I see business is still
booming.
     "Well yes, at least partially thanks to you. But what
have we here?" she motioned to me.
     "This is Maggie, she was an offering of Jennifer's."
     Again, I heard the term offering and flashed back to
the events at the club.
     "So, Maggie, you have been to the club then?" She
turned to me.
     "Yes ma'am," I answered. Somehow I sensed that this
woman demanded subservience.
     "Well good," now turning to Monica, "as usual you have
the run of the shop. Call if you need help." Back to me,
"nice to have met you Maggie."
     "Thank you ma'am," I said demurely.
     "I think Helga likes you Maggie," Monica said. "I think
we'll have to keep an eye on her Jennifer."
     "Yes Monica," Jennifer answered.
     I noticed that in the presence of Monica, and
especially Helga, Jennifer had been extremely demur.
     "Now, come here dear," Monica led me to a wall. In the
excitement of meeting Helga I had not noticed the other
people in the store. Now, with her gone, I saw that it
seemed most of the people were circled around us. Some were
looking at other things, but their eyes continued to go back
to us. "Try these," she was holding out a set of nipple
clamps. Jennifer edged me closer as Monica held the clamps
in both hands. She reached out pulled the strips of material
away from my breasts so they were exposed. She then reached
out and placed a clamp on my left breast. I felt the alligator
clip bite into the stiff flesh of my nipple.
     "Ahhh!" I moaned with the pain, but I didn't pull away.
     Monica now placed the other clamp on my right breast.
     "Oh God," I whimpered, but again didn't pull away.
There was a chain connecting the clamps and from each clamp
hung a small weight to pull my nipples slightly down and
increase the bite of the clamps.
     Monica now pulled on the chain so that the weights were
pulled up above my nipples relieving some of the tension.
Then, without warning, she let it drop the weights forced
the clamps to violently pull down on my hard little buds.
     "Oh fuck," I screamed and then the pleasure of the pain
hit, "yessss!" I continued.
     "So you like that?" Jennifer's voice asked.
     "Yes," my voice was husky with lust.
     "Here Jennifer, try this," Monica handed Jennifer I
large leather paddle.
     The next thing I knew it cracked hard on my left ass
cheek.
     "Ahhhhh!" I screamed, but at the same time the people
watching could see my ass move back toward Jennifer as if to
invite another swat. Another crack and my right ass check
felt the sting. "Ohhhh!" my ass stung, but my juices flowed
into my pussy, and my ass moved back to welcome another
blow. I was rewarded as Jennifer brought the paddle down
again, this time harder on my right cheek. "Yessss!" my head
arched back and I felt the weights of the clamps pulling my
nipples down and providing more stimulation. "Crack," the
paddle increased its force and frequency. "Yes,yes, oh god,
yes," I moaned and writhed in ecstasy as the waves of pain
and pleasure mingled and started to carry me toward my peak.
Monica tugged on the chain of the clamps distending my nipples.
"Ohhh," yes, oh, oh," I moaned and squirmed. I was now only
partially aware of the people watching me.
     "Crack," the paddle came straight down on my pussy.
     "Ahhhhh!" this sent me over the edge. "Yesssssss," I
screamed as the first huge convulsion of my orgasm again
sent my pussy juice squirting out of me. Another smack with
the paddle brought another squirt, a third smack and another
load of my pussy juice ejaculated onto the floor of the
store. The paddle stopped and the spasms lessened. I was
bent over panting trying to catch my breath.
     I heard the murmur of the crowd around me.
     "Very nice Monica," it was Helga's voice. "She might be
one of your best yet. And you say that Jennifer found her."
     "Thank you," Monica answered. "Yes, Jennifer really did
a great job."
     I wondered if it was my imagination or did Monica's
voice have a submissive tone when she talked to Helga. Any
thoughts I might have had further on that subject were
interrupted by Monica's voice.
     "Jennifer, I think we need to prepare Maggie for our
next stop."
     "Yes ma'am," Jennifer answered.
     I felt my thong being pulled aside in back. I knew that
my asshole was totally exposed. I felt a hand, I assumed it
was Jennifer's, rubbing my ass crack with a warm substance.
It felt soothing and I moaned slightly. Now I felt the
substance being rubbed over my asshole. I squirmed a little.
Slowly Jennifer's finger slid into my ass. "Ahh!" a louder
moan of satisfaction escaped me. The finger moved slowly in
me in a very gentle and patient fucking motion. I responded
and started to move my hips in time to the stroking finger.
Slowly I felt the finger being withdrawn. My ass moved back
trying to reinsert it. Now another sensation, at first I
thought it was a dildo like the one I had been fucked with
at the club, but as it slid into my tight ass I noticed that
it increased in width as it got deeper. It was starting to
really hurt, and then all of a sudden it narrowed and popped
past my sphincter muscle. The pain and stretching feeling
stopped and I realized that for the first time in my life I
had a butt plug in my ass. The strip of cloth was now pulled
back so it covered the base of the plug. Now the patch of
material that covered my pussy was pulled aside. I saw
Jennifer reach down but I could not see what she was doing.
The next thing I knew my pussy was being spread and I felt
something; I didn't know what, being inserted inside me. It
was sort of egg shaped and smooth. It was positioned against
my G-spot.
     "Stand up dear," Monica said, her voice was soft and
friendly.
     "Here you go," Helga handed Monica a small plastic box.
"It's the latest thing. Want to give it a try?"
     "Yes, thank you ma'am" Monica answered. Now I was
positive about the note of subservience in her voice. She
pushed on the box.
     "Aaaa!" I jumped as the egg-shaped device in my pussy
started to vibrate directly against my G-spot. "Oh, oh my
God!" I screamed the sensation was incredible. "Ah, ah,
please," I begged. My body felt like one raw nerve ending.
Monica pushed the box again and the sensation in my pussy
stopped.
     Helga was laughing, "Well it seems to work. Here take
this."
     She handed Monica a white sheer robe. Monica stepped up
and pulled it around me. I called it a robe, but it was
really less than that. It covered my torso and extended down
to just barely cover my ass. The material was so sheer that
it was almost nonexistent, seeing through it was almost as
easy as seeing through glass.
     "Well ladies on your way then. Let me know how it
goes." Helga led us to the door. As we walked out, she
called after us, "Monica," Monica turned, "you were right,
don't forget about next Saturday."
     "Yes ma'am," Monica answered.
     The last thing I heard as I was escorted back into the
limo was Helga saying, Well ladies and gentleman, did you
enjoy the show?"