A Study in Shame. Lucy Salisbury

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СКАЧАТЬ That left me no choice but to exert my authority over the others, which left Stacey looking as if steam was about to start coming out of her ears.

      I wanted to explain, but when I finally got the time I discovered that she’d already left, so there was nothing for it but to go up to my flat and collapse into a chair with a glass of wine. Feeling stressed and exhausted, I’d drunk half the bottle before I’d got dinner ready and finished the rest before it was dark. By then I’d started to perk up a bit, and went into my bedroom to examine my naughty purchase of the night before. It was an extraordinary piece of kit, and something I was going to have to keep very carefully hidden.

      Charlie had put on the harness with the big black cock-shaped dildo attached in order to fuck me, but there was a lot more to it than that. There were two more dildos for starters, another one in the shape of a cock, equally long but thinner, which suggested it was designed to go up a girl’s bottom, a very dirty thought indeed, and a third with two slim pegs, one above the other, and an extension below, made like two fingers and a thumb but very strangely shaped, which was positively bizarre.

      The cuffs could be used separately, attached to each other, or fixed to the front or back of the harness. It seemed a bit odd to want to restrain the girl doing the fucking, until I realised that, if I’d had the cuffs on, Charlie could have fixed them to the harness while she fucked me, leaving me utterly helpless. They could also be fixed to the head harness, which was positively perverted, a sort of cage made of leather straps and designed to encase the wearer’s head with her mouth either held open or plugged by the dildo gag, a double-ended monstrosity that made me shake just to hold it in my hands as I spread everything out on the bed.

      Morrison was sat in his usual place at the top, his red eyes staring out from his furry black face with his usual supercilious expression. I felt I owed him an explanation.

      ‘There’s no need to be cross, Morrison. A girl’s got to have some fun occasionally, after all. And besides, I didn’t mean to buy all of this, just a vibrator. Not even that, really. I was going to get a pair of tarty panties and wear them as a punishment. You’d have approved of that, wouldn’t you?’

      His expression suggested that he would have, so I went on, picking up the head harness and fitting the dildo gag into place.

      ‘And besides, it would be really horrid to have this used on me, wouldn’t it? Look, these straps go around my head so that I have to take the short rubber cock in my mouth …’

      I shut up as I fed the fat black cock into my mouth. It was very thick, enough to make my jaw feel stretched, and there was no question that being made to wear it would feel like I was being punished, or a victim to some cruel bitch, Stacey Atkinson possibly, albeit a willing victim. I sucked for a while, then pulled it out. Morrison definitely looked as if he approved.

      ‘You see? It’s awful, and imagine how I’d be, on my back, with somebody sat on my face so that she can have her fun on the long rubber cock, maybe that bitch Stacey, wriggling her big fat bottom in my face and fucking herself.’

      I broke off, imagining how Stacey would look, poised over my face, perhaps with four of her colleagues holding me down, her big muscular bottom stark naked. She’d be laughing as she lowered herself onto the long black cock-shaped dildo sticking up from my mouth, enjoying the look of horror on my face until she sat down and I was smothered between her meaty bum cheeks, with her anus pressed to my nose. It didn’t bear thinking about, even though she was just the sort of girl I’d always gone for, but she didn’t even like me.

      ‘OK, maybe not Stacey. Charlie then. She’s nice. No, you couldn’t do it, you’re a boy. No, Morrison, that’s not fair. Besides, you don’t even have the right equipment. Oh …’

      A very naughty idea indeed had occurred to me, something so deliciously dirty, shameful and downright perverse that for a moment I wasn’t sure I could go through with it at all. Yet I knew how to deal with that sort of situation. A little time and a little more drink and I’d be ready. Besides, Morrison wasn’t backing down.

      ‘Well, I suppose so, if you really think I ought to be punished? You do. I thought you would. And I’m to wear the head harness with the gag in my mouth? You realise how stupid I’ll look with seven inches of thick black cock sticking out from my mouth and another three inside, don’t you? Yes, that’s how big they are, it says so on the packet. You don’t care? I deserve it? Oh, all right then, and I suppose you want me in the nude?’

      He always wanted me in the nude. I’d been in the flat for over eighteen months but it still didn’t feel like home and probably never would. That made going about with no clothes on feel vulnerable and exciting. The locked door and extensive security system meant that I couldn’t actually have been much safer, but that didn’t help my trembling as I stood to strip, slowly peeling off every last item of clothing until I was fully nude. Even in the bedroom being naked had its effect, but it was far stronger as I moved to the kitchen and made myself a large gin and tonic. The living-room curtains were still open and all I had to do was walk to the window and I’ve have been naked to half of London, but I was careful to stay out of view as I pulled them close.

      Seated naked at the table I let my feelings rise, sipping my drink as I thought of how it had felt to be taken from behind by Charlie and wondering what was worse, that or what I was about to do. Both clearly came under the heading of inappropriate behaviour, but there was really no question of which would be considered more shocking, and that was the latter. Yet Morrison was right, I deserved what was coming to me.

      He was waiting for me in the bedroom, his stare more censorious than ever.

      ‘OK, OK, at least let me get ready. I know I need to be punished, but there’s no need to be so stern with me.’

      I swallowed down the last of my drink and went to sit on the bed. Morrison fitted the harness quite well, with his stumpy little legs sticking out to either side and his round belly already snug at the same fitting Charlie had used. I was going to have to tighten it up a bit, but first I needed to fit a dildo.

      ‘No, not that one, Morrison. I may have been a naughty girl, but I don’t deserve a cock up my bottom. Not the fingers either, for the same reason. You can give me a good fucking and be content with that.’

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