Publicly Display Yourself for Me (5 page)

Heather introduces the final object that,
frankly, I have to admit, confused me when I first saw it. It is a
black metal hoop the size of a standard grate – the kind you get on
a stove.

“Do you know what this is for?” she says
slyly.

I shake my head.

“You’ll soon find out.”

My stomach does a lurch as she reaches for
several wooden clothespins.

Mincingly and patiently, she gathers the
flesh of my right outer labia and begins to apply the clothespins.
The clothespins are tight, and each snares my flesh effectively,
especially as Heather makes sure they bite deep. The pain is
instant and flaring. I scream a little as each clothespin is
clipped on me. The first is followed by a second right below on my
labia, and a third. When she has finished with my right side, she
does the same to my left.

My pussy is now a veritable clothespin
cushion – three on my right labium and three on my left. The pain
dulls into an ache as numbness creeps in. I’m breathing very hard,
especially since the pull on my nipples has not slackened.

“Beautiful,” Heather says admiringly. “Maybe
I should get Alex in to take a photo.”

The thought of this actually excites me.

Heather picks the black hoop up.

“And now this is where it gets interesting,”
she says.

Using bits of string, she carefully and
painstakingly ties each clothespin to the hoop. As each peg is
secured, its pull on my labia increases exponentially. The end
result is that my pussy lips are pulled very wide apart and
tethered to the metal hoop like six spokes on an erotic wheel.

I dare not move for fear of dislodging
anything and incurring Heather’s wrath.

She claps her hands in glee. “Oh lovely,
lovely!”

I realize how I must appear, tethered and
humiliated thus. My erogenous zones are nicely stretched and
tweaked. My limbs are snugly bound. Even though Heather scares me
with her unpredictability, I can claim to be almost at peace with
myself. It’s a transcendental state – of acceptance and
surrender.

She gazes at me for a long, long time,
reveling in my bound limbs. Here I am – her masterpiece. She
arranges my locks upon my shoulders and pinches my clamped teats.
She strokes my exposed clit, sending shivers through me.

She abruptly turns and walks to the open
drawer. This time, she withdraws a very long, collapsible,
double-ended dildo.

“See this?” She bends it in the middle. It
yields easily to her strength, pliable as it is. “You’ll like
this.”

I lick my lips.

She coyly begins to strip off her clothes.
The body revealed beneath is boyish and slim. There is barely a
curve on her, and she is not wearing anything under her top and
pants. Her breasts are small and high, and a thatch of sparse pubic
hair decorates her mons. I wonder if she is one of those women who
don’t ovulate.

She advances to me, bearing the double dildo
like a two-edged sword. I lift my chin in defiance and
apprehension.

She kneels before my extremely open pussy
and carefully inserts one end of the dildo into my gaping vulva,
which is circled and crowned with its tethered hoop. I draw in a
deep breath as the dildo enters. Its girth is very thick, and it’s
made of some plasticky synthetic material that feels gelatinous and
smooth.

Heather pushes the dildo in deep, right
until the closed mouth of my cervix. The clothespins on the hoop
shudder dangerously as she bends it again so that the other bulbous
end points upward. She climbs onto the edge of the loveseat, making
sure that her feet are planted in a wide arc.

She smiles, locking eyes with me, as she
inserts the other end of the dildo into her own pussy. We are
separated only by mere inches, and I can feel her body heat as her
tits rub against mine. My nipple clamps are very tight, and she
fails to dislodge them. Her scent – of sweat and nothing else –
wafts to my nostrils. Her genitals are dangerously close to mine.
Only the hoop prevents her from rubbing her pussy onto my splayed
one.

“And now, a little something else for our
enjoyment,” she says. Her breath is hot against my cheek.

She shows me what she has in her palm. It’s
a little stretchable elastic band. Both of its ends culminate in
two identical clamps in the shape of butterflies.

My mouth goes ever slightly so dry.

Without warning, she attaches one of the
butterfly clamps onto my clit, which lies naked and vulnerable in
the midst of my stretched and intimately tortured pussy lips. I let
out a little moan. The sensation is mildly painful, and then it
becomes exquisite.

She attaches the other clamp onto her own
clit. To demonstrate what the elastic band can do, she wriggles her
hips. The band pulls taut and the pressure on my clit is immediate
and immense. I gasp as my nerve fibers run electric.

Heather smiles as she begins to move up and
down, fucking her end of the dildo. I of course am unable to move
in my tethered state. As she rocks her hips, the clamp on my clit
teases and pulls upon it. My entire groin explodes with pleasure. I
gasp and grunt, reveling in her nearness and warmth.

“Like it?” she asks, smiling.

I can only nod my head. Beads of sweat dot
my forehead and the valley between my breasts.

She cups and kneads my breasts with her
palms as she continues to slide her pussy up and down the dildo.
The little bundle of synapses behind the hood of my clitoris is
being stimulated like no other. In my entire life, my clit has
never been worked in so many different directions. Heather’s pussy
pulls me north, and then southwest, followed by an oscillating
movement that drives my already fevered brain into a frenzy.

The dildo in my vagina jerks slightly in and
out, but its rocking back-forth movement slaps against my G-spot
like a coy finger. This is in addition to the voluminous pressure
on my pussy lips and nipples. All my erogenous zones – literally
almost
all
of them – are being caressed, stroked or excited
in one way or another.

My breathing becomes labored. I close my
eyes, savoring the myriad movements that assault me.

“It’s all right to scream,” Heather says
between pants. Her pupils are dilated and her face drips with
sweat. I can tell that she is close to coming.

I’m close to coming myself. The double
sensation of being penetrated and having my clit squeezed and
teased into orgasm sends the familiar waves rolling through my
body. It is as if I’m being hit by a tsunami.

“Go on,” Heather whispers. “Give yourself to
it.”

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I
climax. My screaming is vivid in my ears as I throw my head back
against the railing. It’s the only movement afforded to me in my
bound state. Somewhere in the murky cavern of my skull, I realize
that Heather is coming too. She arches her back and keens like an
animal while still maintaining the pump and grind of her hips.

I come and come so splendidly that it is a
while before I descend into something akin to consciousness. I open
my eyes, and my eyelids are wet with sweat and tears. Heather is
beautiful as she smiles at me.

“So glad you liked it,” she whispers. “Now
I’ve got to get you ready for Alice.”

WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT

The ‘Initiation’ series

Open Your Legs for Me

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Thighs Wide Apart

Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

The Final Initiation

The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

The ‘Initiation 2’ series

Open Your Legs for my Family

Bend Over for my Family

Publicly Display Yourself for Me

‘
The Royal Captive’ series

Prince Miro’s Capture

Prince Miro’s Submission

Prince Miro’s Enslavement

Prince Miro’s Punishment

Prince Miro’s Escape

Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation

The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series

I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

Hot, Wet and Steamy
(individual
stories)

When He’s Inside You

My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper

The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm
Shelter

Her First Clit Ring

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