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"Good God, Viv, did you see
that pathetic man weeping?" Shasta chuckled as she, Vivian and Nils
brushed past Giovanna and Cobb entering the Little Shop.
Vivian looked back at Cobb, but it was too late, his broad
back was headed down the street. "I missed it but that dark haired wife
has a nice tushie" Vivian winked at Shasta and the two women laughed.
Nils continued to walk silently behind them. Would this be
his night? His cock attempted to twitch in the tiny chastity tube. The tube
allowed for almost no erectile room, and Shasta and Vivian referred to Nils as
their "Little girl".
Sometimes Vivian would let Nils screw her, which meant that
he'd attach a strap-on dildo over his tubed cock, and
be forced to slam it in her until she'd cum a number of times, and of course
Nils hadn't cum at all!
But that was the life of a chastity slave. Thinking of
dildos, Nils winced. Earlier that afternoon, Shasta had pounded a three foot
long, five inch wide plastic schlong into Nils's poor
rear, and he was still wobbling from it.
Now, Vivian looked around the Little Shop. "Oh, God,
Shasta I think the sixteen plait Australian pattern bullwhip finally came
in." Vivian turned to Nils and snapped her fingers, and he sighed and
pulled out his wallet, removing his Visa Platinum card.
Suddenly Shasta's hand crashed across Nils's face, and
everyone in the Little Shop turned to look, some pitying, but more than one
snigger.
"I should take back a token for your shitty attitude,
Nils" Shasta said, with gritted teeth. "You make me ill. I may hang
you by your ears when we get home."
Nils looked at the floor, his face burning. "I'm so
sorry Miss Shasta." he said quietly. "Please don't take a token
away."
Shasta snorted. "Well you have so few...I guess
not." She and Vivian burst into peals of girlish laughter. Shasta's
cropped brown hair bobbed as she snorted, and Vivian tossed her strawberry mane
as she left Shasta and Nils to check out the bullwhips.
Nils breathed easier. Shasta was capable of it, that sort of
cruelty. Nils had worked so hard in the previous week---he'd earned five
Endurance tokens--two for each increase in dildo size when the girls had raped him, and one for hanging by his pierced nipples for four
hours, and of course two for the awful cattle prod stuff. Shasta was insane.
Then Nils had also gotten three tokens for Servitude. One
for sucking off Vivian's three gay male model-boys, one for drinking nearly a gallon of Shasta's urine and the other for
cleaning and scouring the house.
Nils had also been allowed to buy three tokens for two
hundred dollars each. This was a new thing. Vivian, Nils's wife liked the Home
Shopping Network, it was a weakness, so Shasta had suggested that Nils could
buy a few tokens, but the price, as they said in
As they approached the Slot Machine Room,
Nils and Shasta heard a great commotion. A beautiful auburn haired woman
was struggling in the arms of Plato, one of the huge black attendants, while
his brother, Cato, was unbuttoning her burgundy dress top. The woman kicked
about in her skirt, her high heels flying.
"Calm yourself, Maeve!" shouted another woman in
leather pants and bleached hair. "You wouldn't be this upset if you'd won yer key."
Shasta nudged Nils and pointed to the Slot Machine, just
inside the room. Nils looked and the windows revealed two lemons and in the
third window, a lightning bolt.
Nils shivered with understanding. The young woman, hoping to
win the key to her chastity belt, instead had gotten
a bad pull--worse than caning, she'd gotten the lightning bolt sign, and there
would be a terrible punishment for this.
Now, Cato had ripped off Maeve's shirt and bra, and was
picking up what looked to be a long stick with sparks
at one end.
"A taser."
Shasta said approvingly. "I'm going to buy one of those to work over your
balls, Nillsy."
Cato waved the sparking wand. "Take your punishment,
Miss Maeve, it hurts me more than it hurts you."
Cato crooned and pushed the buzzing taser against the
girl's full breasts Nils heard a sizzle as the wand hit a nipple,
and Maeve screamed bloody murder.
"No, no, it hurts so much!" screamed Maeve
lustily. "Please make him stop, Artemis." she looked pleadingly at
the punk Mistress, "I'll give back all my tokens, I'll do anything. I'll voluntarily
go without an orgasm for the next three months!"
Artemis chuckled cruelly and waved Cato on. "She's just
being a crybaby, Cato." Artemis said gleefully. "Maeve dumped her
last Mistress because the woman was so soft."
Nils couldn't get over it. Maeve seemed so educated, and had
been in a business suit, and Artemis sounded as if she'd been raised in Hell's
Kitchen.
But then again, Shasta wasn't any charm-school graduate.
Vivian and Nils had met her at the Hellfire Club in
Now, Cato approached the girl again, and she kicked against
Plato's strong embrace. "Jus' one mo' time dear." Cato said, and he
hit the other nipple and this time the sizzle turned into a full burn, and
Maeve passed out.
Plato dropped her on the floor and fetched a bucket of
water, throwing it in the girl's face.
Mave woke up, drenched, and
Artemis walked over and pulled her up by her hair. "Come on, get up, put your clothes back on."
Maeve groggily put on her bra and began buttoning her top.
Artemis grinned. "Here, I'll give you a couple more tokens if you want to
try your luck again." But Maeve shook her head and the two women left, and
Shasta giggled wildly.
Shasta turned to look at Nils contemptuously. "So, now
you're going to take your shot at the slots... with what, two tokens? That's
all you have, right?" Shasta laughed again.
Nils sighed miserably. He'd had eleven tokens this week, but
now he had only two...what bad luck!
Yes, if Nils had just held on to the eleven tokens he'd
worked so hard for, he'd have a good chance of winning a key. But, he'd lost a
token for putting Vivian on hold when she'd called him at work, and then Shasta
had docked him four tokens when she'd found an old "Penthouse" magazine
hidden under the bed.
Nils had protested that he'd had the stroke book since
before his training as a submissive had begun. Shasta however was
convinced that Nils wanted to "Cheat emotionally" on his Mistresses
with the hot centerfold blonde.
Though Shasta hadn't been able to resist teasing Nils at the
time. "As if you could jerk yourself, having your little willy locked up like that in the stupid tube...you could
just scrabble at the metal tube with your nails, right?" She and Vivian
had laughed uproariously at this, while Nils had sobbed silently in the corner.
After this, Nils had tried harder to exhibit perfect
behavior so he wouldn't be fined again, but he'd lost another token for letting
Vivian's car run out of gas, as if he ever drove it! He'd won that token back
for rimming her boyfriend when he had diareahh, but
lost the token once again for neglecting to pick up Shasta's dry cleaning.
Nils had been determined to hold on to the five tokens he
had left, but what a swindle he'd been put through! Shasta's new game had been
going for Nils's weakness for her beautiful breasts.
Shasta had beautiful 36C size boobs that she happily
displayed in lingerie top shirts, V-necked sweaters and halters, and
occasionally tank tops. Shasta's cleavage was creamy and smooth, and Nils loved
to stare at it hungrily..
After Shasta had moved in with Vivian and Nils, she'd
seen him naked plenty--he was constantly being ordered to strip for whippings, teasings and torture.
Before the advent of the chastity tube, Shasta got to view
Nils's dick four or five times a day, and she was constantly doing nasty things
to it, like poking it with fork, or burning it with one of her Marlboro
Lights.
But Nils had almost never seen Shasta without clothes
on--not much clothing, as she was used to running about in little thong bottoms
and cut off jeans...but he'd never gotten to see her with nothing on.
And then Shasta had, the night before, made a proposition
with Nils, but perhaps he hadn't been listening closely enough. Shasta had sat
down in front of Nils the night before, wearing a little pink sweater and she'd
looked at him earnestly.
"Nils...would you like to see my breasts?" Nils
had been shocked at first. Shasta had just ironed his nipples with a
clothes-press for surreptiitiously staring at her
chest just a few days before, and now she was asking him!
"C'mon, baby." Shasta had said. "I've been
feeling kind of low lately, and I was wondering whether my tits are still
looking good--and let's face it, you're a great guy, right?"
Nils had been astonished. He worshiped Shasta, she was
twenty years younger than he or Vivian, and quite stacked. He couldn't believe
that she was wondering how hot her boobs were. She should know. God knew she
had enough boyfriends!
Shasta had looked sadly at Nils. "I don't know whether
I'm that attractive any more. Would you want to see and play with my beautiful
breasts?" She breathed heavily, her rack jouncing slightly in the tight
pink top. "Do you think about sucking my nipples ever?"
Nils's cock had squirmed miserably against the tight
chastity tube. Could this be happening? "I-of course I would love to, if
it wouldn't be too disrespectful, Miss Shasta."
Vivian had been out with her own boyfriend, and it seemed
like such an opportunity. Shasta smiled, batted her lashes at Nils, and said,
"But I want to know how much it would be worth to you, Nillsie...do
you think you'd give up one of your tokens for me to remove my sweater?"
Nils had thought about it, agonized. At this point, he'd
lost six tokens, and he'd been denied for months. So was it worth it to give up
one of his precious tokens...he only had five left!
Shasta had looked deeply into Nils's eyes. "Honey, I
want to know how valuable I am...how beautiful I am. I know how precious your
tokens are to you, but would it be worth it to part with one, for me to part
with my pink sweater?"
Finally, Nils had handed over one of his tokens, shuddering.
Shasta had smiled, and slowly pulled her pink sweater over her neck, and of
course Nils had gasped at that first look at her full bosom in the little beige
bra.
The bra of course was trimmed with little roses, and Nils
thought his dick might explode, and wreck the entire chastity tube!
Shasta had tossed the sweater away and she'd grinned, and
suddenly grabbed Nils's head and pulled it between her breasts and held it
there for a moment, and he'd sniffed the scent of Chanel No. 5.
Oh heaven...and his dick had surged unhappily against the
cruel metal...oh God it was good! But suddenly Shasta had pushed Nils back and
slapped his face hard.
What...what happened? Nils had been stunned. Shasta looked
angry. "You think that's what you get for just one token? To slobber over
my pink honeys?" Shasta had shook her head.
"No, no...you want me to take my bra off? And let you
suck and lick...is that what you want? You'll have to pay out more!"
Shasta had shaken her breasts in the bra in Nils's face, and he'd sobbed.
"Hurry up and decide, or I'll put my sweater back on,
and then you're out a token and you've gained nothing."
Nils had reluctantly handed over another token...and Shasta
had pocketed it, and said, "That's all? You think you're going to see my
bare breasts for just one more token? And you want to suck on them?"
Nils had desperately begged her. "P-please Miss Shasta,
I only have three more tokens...it's been so long since I was allowed to
masturbate. Won't you reconsider--"
Shasta had turned from Nils and made out as if to pick up
her pink sweater, and Nils had gasped in anguish and handed Shasta another
token.
And then Shasta had come up to Nils, up close and began
fumbling with her bra, while pulling him closer, and closer...OOF!
Suddenly Shasta's knee had come up and gotten Nils right in
the balls and he'd fallen over, weeping.
Shasta's peals of laughter had gone through the house.
"You think I'd let you touch me or even see my boobs for a thousand
tokens, asshole?" she'd asked, as she'd pulled her sweater back over her
boobs. "You make me ill..." and she'd gone in the other room, and
Nils had lay weeping, impoverished with his two miserable tokens....
And that was all he had now!
"So, are you going to try for a key now?" Shasta
asked, bringing Nils back to the present. "There's nothing I'd like more
than to see you choking your chicken on the floor here." Vivian came up
behind her, holding a package that no doubt held the new bullwhip.
Nils looked at the two tokens he had left. "Permission
to try my luck, Mistresses?" The ladies nodded, giggling, and Nils went
over to the Slot Machine.
Nils dropped one token in and let the slots run for a time,
and then suddenly pulled the lever. Lemon...lemon...lemon.
Nils shook his head dispiritedly. "Can't I ever get
anything but lemons?" Oh God, and he only had one token left.
But he geared up, and dropped the token in. "This time,
maybe I'll get lucky!" The slots rolled, Nils pulled the lever...and
watched the windows.
Lemon....lemon...what the hell was in the third window? A
bug? A picture of a red bug, no it was... "an ant?"Nils said,
disbelievingly.
Plato came up behind him, followed by Cato, Myron and Byron,
the other black attendants. "You lucky dog!" Cato howled. "You
won de Fire Ant Farm."
Vivian gasped. "What does that entail?"
Cato responded. "We's going
to take Mister Nils inna back and put one hunned fire ants in his chastity tube, and let dem have a feast...on the meat that be available!"
As Nils screamed, the four blacks dragged him into the
back...it just wasn't his night!
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