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  Brenda began to slide two fingers up and down in her slit, feeling the juices leaking out to lubricate her pussy. She felt the tightness of her hole, felt its readiness to open up for her fingers. Gently, Brenda began to tease her tight opening.

  “Do you like that?” asked the Master.

  “Yes,” sighed Brenda. “I like it very much.”

  “Show me how much you like it,” he told her.

  Brenda dabbed the very tip of her middle finger into her pussy, which opened easily to accept it. She played with her entrance, slipping her finger a little further in. It felt incredible. She watched the video of her roommate, enraptured, as she began to play with herself.

  “Put your fingers inside yourself,” said the Master. “I want to see you fuck your pussy.”

  Brenda moaned a little as she put one finger into her cunt. It felt so good she wanted two. She pushed the middle and index fingers of her right hand into her pussy, sliding them up to the second knuckle and feeling how excited she was. Then she got them in further, inserting them as far as they would go.

  “That’s nice,” coaxed the Master. “You look beautiful like that.”

  “Thank you,” panted Brenda as she rocked her hips in time with her explorations into her cunt. “Thank you, Master.”

  “You’re welcome,” he said, and the gentle dignity of that phrase turned Brenda on even more. She could feel her nipples painfully hard, and she used her free hand to tease them and pinch them as she worked her two fingers in and out of her cunt. On the video screen, Kristi was fucking herself harder, deeper, pushing her body forward onto her knees so that Brenda got an even better view. Now Kristi’s ass lifted off the bed and she sat up to show her breasts more fully. She pushed herself up and down on the dildo, fucking harder. She was obviously getting more and more turned on. The long shaft of the dildo, glistening with her cunt’s juices, disappeared rhythmically into the wetness of her wide-open snatch. She held the base of the dildo, sculpted to represent large, firm balls, in one long-nailed hand as she fucked her whole naked body down onto the shaft. Kristi impaled herself again and again on the dildo, moaning louder and louder as she worked herself into a frenzy.

  Now Brenda was fucking herself with her fingers at the same pace Kristi took the dildo. She was getting close, but she forced herself to hold off her orgasm, wanting this to last forever.

  Then, slowly, Kristi’s rapid self-fucking ground to a halt. She lay down on her back again, lifting her legs in the air before slowly stretching them out to either side, revealing her pussy the way only a dancer could. Then Kristi turned and slipped her hand under the pillow. It returned holding a pair of rubber-tipped nipple clamps on a bright silver chain.

  Brenda’s eyes went wide. She had never played with nipple clamps, and she didn’t know that Kristi had, either. She watched as Kristi turned back to the camera, lifting her ass so she could press the base of the dildo down hard against the bed. Now she sat on the dildo, and she gasped as it pressed all the way into her. The thick head must have been pressing against her cervix. Kristi let out a long, sensuous “Oooooh” as she wriggled against the bed, impaled on the dildo. She needed both hands to put the clamps on her nipples, and Brenda watched with mounting excitement as Kristi took her left breast in one hand.

  She pinched her nipple, teasing it into full erection. She lifted her breast up as far as it would go and lowered her face to the up-thrust pink bud. She began to lick her nipple, lubricating it for the clamp. But she took longer than was strictly necessarily, plainly enjoying herself. She sucked her nipple into her mouth and bit it gently, then worked it in and out as her hips jiggled back and forth. Kristi lost her grip on the dildo and it started to slide out of her. She giggled and reached down to press it back into her, gasping as she did. It didn’t want to stay at that angle, so she reached back and grabbed one of her pillows. Two more sets of clamps and a silver vibrator scattered across the bed as Kristi thrust the pillow between her legs to give the dildo a softer platform to press against. But Kristi didn’t seem to mind the scattering of the toys as she settled back down onto the dildo, groaning as the shaft disappeared all the way inside her again. She returned her attentions to her breast, thrusting it up and licking and sucking at it, then with what looked like a slight bit of nervousness, she applied the black rubber-tipped clamp.

  “Oh—oh!” gasped Kristi as she felt the teeth of the nipple clamp taking hold of her erect nipple. She squirmed a little, shaking her tits back and forth as she began to play with her other breast.

  She offered the same treatment to her right nipple, licking and sucking at it and covering it with her spit before sliding on the clamp and letting the teeth take hold. She gasped louder this time. The combined pressure on both her nipples was incredibly intense. Now the shiny silver chain dangled invitingly between her breasts, which looked gorgeous with those clamps on. Brenda was fucking herself more slowly, wanting to prolong the inevitable moment when she reached her orgasm. She was very close right now, but she didn’t want to come yet. She didn’t want to come until Kristi did. Now Kristi was arching her back, thrusting her breasts toward the camera. She shook them back and forth as the clamps and their chain shimmered. Kristi was still on her knees, her legs spread around the dildo, which was pressed against her pillow. Slowly, Kristi started to fuck herself again.

  Brenda tottered on the very brink of her climax, ready to come the moment her roommate came on the videotape. But Kristi was obviously enjoying herself far too much to let it end that quickly, and her fucking built slowly to a crescendo.

  Kristi took a long time thrusting the dildo into herself with her clamped breasts dancing beautifully before the camera. Then, Brenda seemed to sense that Kristi was ready. As if in answer, Kristi reached behind her and found the silver vibrator which had been under the pillow. It was one of those small battery-powered numbers that was shaped like a big silver bullet. She switched it on, and its hum could be heard mingling with her moans. Holding the base of the dildo with one hand and perched gracefully on her knees, Kristi pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clit and began to fuck herself furiously with the dildo.

  Brenda knew it was time. It was time for her to come. She pinched and played with her nipples, frigging herself with her two fingers as the dildo disappeared into Kristi. She was right on the edge. Then, suddenly, the video went dead.

  Brenda lay there panting, ready to come. The slightest thrust would send her off. She stared wide-eyed at the video screen, desperately trying to will it back on. Then she heard the Master’s voice.

  “You’re being videotaped. Do you like that?”

  “Oh yes,” panted Brenda. She liked that very much.

  “Then if you like Kristi’s games so much, why don’t you open the cabinet above the phone?”

  There was a click from the cabinet as the lock was released. Brenda could hardly move, but she managed to squirm over and open the cabinet. Inside was a dildo that made Brenda’s eyes go wide. It looked close to the same size as the one Kristi had been fucking on the screen—no, it was a little bigger. Definitely a little bigger. Next to it was a small tube of lubricant.

  “Does it frighten you? Is it too big?”

  Brenda was so turned on she could hardly speak. All she wanted was to take the dildo into her pussy. But it looked so huge! Brenda shook her head. “Sort of. I mean, I’m not sure if it’s too big. It is awfully big.” She was panting, and her fingers were still thrust into her pussy. She moved them gently, fucking herself oh-so-slightly as she looked at the dildo.

  “Then why don’t you try it? You can always stop if it’s too big. And of course you’ll get a copy of the videotape.”

  A copy of the videotape. Now that would be sexy.

  Brenda felt a surge of remorse, wondering what she was doing masturbating like this for a stranger’s camera. But knowing that she would have the videotape to fuel her own masturbation afterwards, she somehow wanted to make it as extreme as possible. Was that dirty? Sh
e didn’t even care anymore. And so she reached up and took the dildo out of its cabinet.

  “That’s very nice...” coaxed the Master. Brenda hardly knew that she was doing the right thing, but she was so turned on she would have done almost anything for the Master. She ran her hands over the shaft of the dildo, feeling how big it was. It was probably bigger than any she had experienced. And it was certainly bigger than any dildo she had ever felt inside her.

  “There’s lubricant, too,” the man said. He chuckled. “Or perhaps you don’t really need it.”

  “I think I’m OK,” Brenda muttered, feeling how wet she was. “I think I’m plenty wet.” She smeared her slick fingers over the head of the dildo and spread her legs a little wider. Even though she was a little apprehensive, she desperately wanted to take this dildo inside her. Breathing slowly, trying to relax the way she had when she’d lost her virginity, Brenda began to rub the head of the dildo up and down in her slit. She parted her lips with two fingers and nuzzled the head of the dildo up against her entrance.

  “That’s good...” sighed the man on the phone. “You look wonderful with that thing between your legs .... Why don’t you tell me how it feels?”

  Brenda wasn’t used to talking dirty, much less phone sex. In fact, the few times she’d tried it, it hadn’t gone well at all. But now she found herself wanting to tell the man exactly how it felt, exactly how this big cock felt between her legs.

  “It feels enormous,” she said softly into the phone, her lips touching the plastic. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

  “That’s fine,” he said. “You can take it if you want to take it. But I love seeing you hold it in your hands. I know how much you want it inside you.”

  And she did. Brenda was a helpless size queen, and while she certainly didn’t insist that a lover have a big cock, she liked it much better if he did. But the idea of taking this cock into her pussy was turning her on so much that she started to think it might even be possible.

  She rubbed the head of the dildo against her opening and fitted it into her. She lifted her ass off the seat and tried to sit up a little so she could come down on top of it. The dildo had a flared base in the shape of two massive balls, so it was easy to hold it vertical against the seat with one hand while, with the other, Brenda held the head against her tight entrance.

  “Oh,” she whispered as she bore down. It was too big. It was much too big. “Oh,” she gasped, louder. “Oh God—!”

  “Just go easy,” sighed the Master. “Remember, there’s lube—”

  Then Brenda felt the thick head going into her, felt a wave of mixed pain and ecstasy as it slipped past her tight opening. Brenda heard herself groaning loudly as the pain dissipated, and she gave herself over to an intense pleasure, snuggling down on the shaft of the cock. She felt it opening her up, going into her, and as she gave herself over to it she came down on the seat, feeling the back of the shaft slick with her drizzling juices.

  “That’s as far as it will go in,” she gasped. She had taken it three-quarters of the way, and could feel the head nuzzling against her cervix, that delicious mix of pain-pleasure that she loved (most women did not). She sat there, impaled on the huge dildo, moaning into the phone.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked her.

  “It feels incredible.”

  “Would it feel good if you started to fuck yourself?”

  “Yes,” sighed Brenda. “I think it would feel very good if I started to fuck myself.” She began to work her hips up and down on the shaft, pressing the base against the seat, increasing her arousal and bringing her back on the path to a shuddering orgasm. She wasn’t nearly as close as she had been earlier, but she knew that when she did come, it would be stronger than almost any orgasm she had ever had.

  “That’s beautiful,” he said. “You look very beautiful fucking yourself like that. Do you think you’ll come like that?”

  “Oh yes,” said Brenda.

  “No need for a vibrator, then?”

  “No,” she mumbled. Then she dropped the phone, unable to concentrate on the conversation any longer, even though it was turning her on. Brenda was rubbing her clit with one hand while she held the dildo in place with the other. Her aching nipples felt somewhat neglected, but she didn’t want to lose her grip on the dildo. But as she positioned herself on the seat, she managed to hold the dildo and rub her clit with the same hand, while she reached up to play with her nipples. Acutely aware that she was being watched and videotaped, and perhaps having seen too many of Kristi’s videos, Brenda pulled her breast up to her mouth and, with some effort, began to suckle on her nipple—her breasts were just barely large enough to do that. That didn’t feel as good as rubbing her nipples with her hand, but she liked thinking about how it looked on camera. She couldn’t keep it up as she got herself off.

  She started fucking herself faster, working her hips up and down with increasing rapidity as she approached her climax. Brenda couldn’t get off in this position, though, not like this. It was too hard to bring pressure on her clit and the dildo at the same time. So quickly she rolled over onto her belly, and slid her knees down onto the floor of the limousine. She was sure that she was giving the camera an even better view now, and she could lean on the seat for support while she reached back to fuck herself from behind and rub her clit with eager desperation. It didn’t take more than a minute of that before Brenda felt the surge going through her body and knew that she was past the point of return. Her orgasm slowly exploded in her loins, an almost-painful wave of sensation encompassing her whole body in a flush of heat and desire. With a shudder she reached her conclusion, her sweat-slick body slumping against the seat. She knelt there, exhausted, the long, thick dildo still thrust inside her cunt and her legs spread, her sex pointing at the camera. Droplets of her juice dribbled out over the base of the dildo and onto the carpeted floor of the limousine.

  Brenda knelt there a long time, bent over the seat of the limousine, impaled on the hugeness of the dildo. She felt a curious satisfaction mixing with her horny pleasure. She heard the Master’s voice calling to her.

  “Brenda? Have you finished coming, Brenda?”

  “Oh yes,” she said hoarsely. “I’m quite finished. Master.”

  “Then I want you to take the dildo out of yourself,” said the Master. “Slowly. And when you’re finished, look into the suitcase.”

  Brenda felt a surge of excitement—she was finally going to find out what toys were in the suitcase. She imagined it was something truly deviant, and it excited her to have been given permission to look inside. With some difficulty, she managed to slide the dildo out of her pussy.

  “Lick it clean,” came the Master’s voice from the speaker.

  Brenda was a little reluctant at first, but she couldn’t resist her Master. She began to lick the head of the dildo, lavishing affection on it in full view of the video camera. Brenda wanted the Master to see what she could do with her lips and tongue to a hard shaft like this—as a sort of preview of coming attractions. She spent a long time licking the dildo all over, settling down onto the floor of the limousine with her legs tucked under her naked buttocks. The Master let her take her time cleaning the dildo, and then he told her “That’s good enough. Very good, in fact. Now the suitcase.”

  Brenda set the dildo on the seat and crawled across the expansive floor of the limousine to the opposite seat. The suitcase was a beautiful black leather one, with gold fittings and a lock. The lock wasn’t closed, though, and Brenda easily popped the suitcase open. It was packed full with a number of things.

  First was a long, expensive-looking raincoat of a shimmery silver fabric. It could have been high fashion from the runways of Paris, or kinky fetish attire from the wrong side of town. Either way, it looked good but it had gotten kind of wrinkled being folded up in the suitcase like that. Brenda gasped as she saw that the collar was trimmed in fur.

  “Don’t worry,” said the Master quickly over the speaker. “It’s faux.�
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  Whew, that was close.

  “You need something to wear home,” said the Master as Brenda took the coat out of the suitcase. “That, and the other clothes in there, should do nicely.”

  Brenda looked in the suitcase and saw that there weren’t any other clothes in there—except a tiny white lace G-string. She realized that the Master expected her to leave the limousine wearing nothing but the G-string under the coat. Brenda heard his laughter.

  This was horrible, to have to walk on the street wearing so little! But what turned her on so much was the knowledge that she would do it, and that it would excite her immeasurably to be doing it on the Master’s orders. Brenda’s face flushed hot as she realized that the Master could take this as far as he wanted, and she would obey him. She had become his slave.

  “I expect my lovers to be very bold,” said the Master. “Very brazen. I want to turn you into a total exhibitionist. I want you to think about that when you’re walking down the street with almost nothing on.”

  Brenda was so turned on she couldn’t stand it. The Master completely controlled and commanded her sexuality, and she wanted nothing more than to be his total slave. If he wished for Brenda to expose herself to the world, that was what she would do.

  Brenda continued looking through the suitcase and felt her nipples hardening further as she handled the items the Master was giving her. In the suitcase was a tiny video camera in a hard case, and several blank videotapes. Also in the suitcase was a small, black leather collar. And the last item, which made Brenda’s eyes go wide—a credit card with her name on it.

  “Put on the collar,” said the Master. “It shows that you’re my slave.”

  Brenda obeyed, but her eyes were fixed on the credit card.

  “The card’s all yours,” said the Master. “I want you to take it and buy yourself the most lavish, sexiest lingerie you can find. As many outfits as you want. A dozen, two dozen, three dozen. Believe me, if you follow my commands, I’ll give you the opportunity to wear every single one of them.”