Wendy

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WHATEVER WENDY WANTS
Wendy Number Nine by Sir Stephen

Wendy spent her week of slavery horny all day, every day at the library and begging for release each night. 
When she had to stand on a stool to reach a book on a high shelf, her customers were able to see and smell her juices flowing freely down her inner thighs.  Those who took a peek up her short skirt were also able to see her bare assets.  Wendy blushed as she fended off requests for increasingly sexual books and resources, and managed to get through each day without masturbating in the rest room only by drawing on her enormous willpower. 

Each night she drove directly home to Eric, and always, to release.  Eric used her shamelessly, ringing the bell to demand a blowjob at least five times each night.  Only after Eric was thoroughly satisfied would he allow Wendy to have her climax, and it was always a good one.  Each night as she drifted off to sleep Wendy spent her time plotting her “revenge” on Eric.

All good things come to an end, and finally it was Monday morning!  Eric belonged to Wendy, and he had even agreed to take the week off of work starting Tuesday, as he was unwilling to spend an entire week at his job in a state of constant tumescence.  Eric worked as a Guidance Councilor and Girls Wrestling Coach at Our Lady of Perpetual Wetness High School.

 Wendy dressed Eric for his one day at the office as follows:  1). First, Wendy put a leather strap around Eric’s scrotum, just above his testes.  This strap had tiny, tiny little spikes on it and locked with a super-small padlock. 2). Two Johnson & Johnson Back Plaster strips were cut and stuck on his bare buns, followed by 3). A buttplug. And 4). A pair of tight latex briefs.  It was hard to get the briefs on due to Eric’s firm hardon, but Wendy managed with some talcum powder and elbow grease. 

Over these items Eric was allowed to dress in his regular clothes.  Before leaving, however, he had to kneel in front of an easy chair and eat Wendy’s pussy until she came.  He was not allowed to wipe his face or remove the back plasters all day.  As the back plasters had a one-time adhesive, it would be obvious to Wendy whether Eric had obeyed his instructions or not. 

Eric was soon sitting in his office listening to sixteen-year-old Miss Ima Wetone discuss her boyfriend Biff Riprock.  “Biff just wants me for my body,” Ima said, “but I’m not so sure, you know, that I’m ready for doin’ it with him.  I mean, maybe I should wait and have my first intimate relationship with someone more mature, such as yourself.”  Eric made listening noises but barely heard Miss Horneyone, as he attempted to find a comfortable way to sit, with his buttplug and Back Plaster strips making his ass feel full and warm. 

When Eric’s attention returned to Ima’ s monologue, she was in mid-sentence “…I mean, I blow him and all, ‘cause I really love the taste of a guy’s cum, ya know? But I don’t want him ‘down there’ if you know what I mean.  I kinda have a taste for older guys, ‘cause I think they know how to respect a girl, don’cha think, Mr. Long.” 
“Now, Ima…” Eric interrupted, trying to cut her off before she took this line of thought too far.  But Ima continued, “Lots of us girls talk about ‘ch, Mr. Long.  We call you Mr. Thick and Long, and sometimes we make up stories about getting nasty witch ya.”  “That’s enough, Ima,” said Eric, “now, if you don’t want to talk about school or your college choices, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.” 

“Ok, Mr. Long,” said Ima.  “I’ve got a vibrator in my purse that I can use to get off before next class anyhow.  I’ll just lock myself in a stall for about two minutes.  I’m a quick-cum girl, ya see.” 
“Good-BYE, Ima,” said Eric, somewhat miserably.  He was horny, but not because of Ima’s juvenile prattle. 
“Just a sec, Mr. Long.  What’s that after-shave you’re wearing?”  Ima walked right up to Eric and sniffed his upper lip. 
“What a wonderful smell, Mr. Long! You know, Mr. Long, we girls just think its WONderful that you’re such an enlightened kind of guy.  It’s so sweet of you to please a girl DOWN THERE, if you know what I mean.”  Ima openly masturbated by placing her right hand under her pleated plaid skirt, and continued. “I mean, most boys and maybe even most big handsome men like you probably don’t care as much about a girl’s happiness as you musty.  I mean, as you must, I mean, well, whoever she is, I hope she appreciates you. I sure would!”  “Ima,” said Eric wearily, just go now, please.  “Ok, Mr. Long, I must be coming, I mean, I gotta go!” 

It was going to be a long day, Eric thought, as he heard Ima whispering to the next girl waiting to see him.

That night Wendy was waiting for him as he pulled in the driveway.  Wendy had spent quite a different day at the library.  For one thing, the fact that she had climaxed four times on Eric’s face before he went to work meant that she wasn’t as frustrated as she had been at work for the past week.  On the other hand, Wendy spent much of the time thinking only partly about her work and partly about what she was going to do to Eric that night. 

When Eric came home Wendy was waiting for him.  She was wearing black spandex hot pants (over nothing), knee-high black leather boots, a spandex halter top that revealed a good deal of her cleavage, and a masquerade-type mask that covered only her eyes. 

Eric didn't need to be told to kneel as soon as he was in the door.  "Have you been a good slave?" asked Wendy. 
"Yes, Mistress," said Eric humbly. 
"And how is your bottom, slave?" 
"Warm, Mistress," said Eric, and indeed the Back Plaster strips on his cheeks were still causing a mild constant discomfort similar to a spanking. 

“Go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes and put them in the laundry hamper.  Then remove the strips from your ass, put on the blindfold you will find on the pillow and lie on the bed face up, with your ass on the pillow in the middle of the mattress."  Eric padded off silently, his hardon reasserting itself against his pants as it had done off and on all day. 

During Eric's workday, Wendy had found a stud in the ceiling (she had always been good at finding studs, she mused) and there was now a sturdy "o-ring" ¾ diameter screw attached to the ceiling directly over their bed.  Through the o-ring Wendy had clamped a pulley, and through that she had threaded a long thin nylon rope. The bed was now also equipped with leather ankle and wrist cuffs.  Apart from the pillow in the middle of the bed. All in a day's work for a new dominatrix, she had thought while setting it all up. 

Wendy left Eric waiting in the bedroom while she puttered around in the other rooms, deliberately making noises that Eric would hear and wonder about.  Eric heard ice being removed from the icemaker, and various other sounds he could not identify.   His dick was by now fully engorged and pointing at the ceiling. Had he not been blindfolded, Eric might have noticed the pulley and rope positioned over his cock.  The large pillow his ass was on caused his pelvis to thrust upward away from the bed. 

After a suitable delay Wendy silently entered the bedroom.  Eric first knew she was there when his right wrist was securely encased in a leather cuff.  Wendy lost no time securing his other wrist and his ankles.  "I've got some treats for you, slaveboy," said Wendy.  "Some panties I've never gotten around to washing for ages and ages!"  Wendy put one in Eric's mouth, carefully turning it inside-out and putting the inside front panel against his tongue. Another pair of her well-soiled panties was placed over Eric's head with it’s inside panel directly over his nose. 

Next Wendy produced a gag with a small penis to go inside the slave's mouth and a much larger one protruding from it on the outside.  Both were of hard smooth black latex.  Wendy fastened this onto Eric, pushing the little penis into his mouth and pressing her soiled panties against his tongue.  When she was done, Eric had two penises pointing upwards -- one from the center of the bed and one from his mouth, and he could both taste and smell her pussy -- indeed nothing but her pussy! 

Now it was time for the nipple clamps.  Wendy found a pair of adjustable metal clamps joined by a chain.  Wendy first sucked on Eric's nipples to get them aroused, and then placed the clamps on firmly. 

For Eric's penis bondage Wendy had tried but failed to find true 100% cotton rope.  Failing that, she had gone to a hobby store and found upholstery piping.  Wendy brought home lots of the thickest piping she could find.  It was pure cotton and ½ inch thick.  Wendy carefully tied Eric's penis and scrotum with the piping so as to wind securely around his shaft and balls without any possibility of cutting off circulation.  She inserted a small ice cube into the piping around his balls.  The piping was then tied to the ceiling-rope, whose other end was left near Eric's head. 

Eric was now ready for prolonged servitude, but Wendy wanted to whip him a little first.  She got out the riding crop, two long floggers, and a little penis whip.  Soon she was marking him all over.  She used the floggers, hard, on his bare feet, and used the penis whip on his frenum, the underside of his cock near the head.  Eric's pre-cum was so abundant by now that it almost looked like he had ejaculated.  "Almost, but not quite!" Wendy thought. 

Eric started to moan as Wendy tugged on the nipple-clamp chain while using the riding crop on his inner thighs.  When Wendy used it - more gently, much more gently - on his tied-up balls, his moans got louder but seemed somehow happier.  Wendy's spandex hot-pants were now soaked with her secretions and her patience was at an end.  The shorts and boots came off. 

Wendy sat on Eric's chest facing his head, with her ass just above his clamped nipples.  She thoughtfully wormed her bare legs under his shoulders and raised her pelvis high over his head.  Gripping the dildo protruding from his gag with one hand, she lowered herself slowly onto Eric's face.  "OK, dildo-face, now I'm gonna fuck your face for sure!"  Eric could only moan - he couldn't even nod in agreement! 

Wendy wasn't much for dildos usually.  She was more of a vibrator kind of gal.  But riding Eric's face this way added a lot to the idea and she was happy to slowly move herself up and down on it, keeping it pressed mostly against the front part of her pussy and never coming completely off of it.  Soon her copious secretions were running down the dildo and onto the panties pressed over Eric's nose.  "Mmmmm," said Eric, and Wendy agreed. 

Wendy found the rope attached to the pulley, and through that, to Eric's penis.  With her right hand she took up its slack and started exerting a gentle pressure that pulled Eric's cock perfectly skyward.  Then with her left, she found the chain between his nipple clamps and started pulling on that.  Eric hardly knew what was happening, as his penis was getting squeezed and his nipples tugged, and as aromatic pussy juice was practically flowing into his nostrils like a river.  His mouth was filled, but he didn't mind the pungent flavor of Wendy's beautiful pussy.  Now, if only he could enter it and get off!  But this was not to be…. 

Wendy rode Eric's face for at least thirty minutes - how long it seemed to each of them would be hard to say.  A long time, for both, but not too long, no.  Wendy was not actually trying to get off this way, however, and her patience again wore thin.  She pulled herself up and off of Eric and said, "OK, Dildoface, now you're gonna use that mouth to beg me to let you lick my pussy!" 

As the gag and panties came out, Eric worked his tongue and jaw for a moment, noticing the mixture of pussy-juice and his own saliva, which had drooled out of his mouth and down his chin for the first time. 
"Mistress I can't get enough! Make me lick your juicy muff!" 
"Very good, slaveboy, but I don't believe you," said Wendy, with her pussy just inches from Eric's mouth, as she tugged on his nippleclamp chain for emphasis.  Eric looked inside his soul for some more eloquence. 

              "Lovely Mistress, if you could, 
               I would love to be of use! 
               Let me lick you, if you would! 
               Let me tongue and drink your juice 
               Slowly, like a slaveboy should, 
               As you wish - don't turn me loose 

               And never let me pause or stop. 
               Keep my tongue deep inside 
               Your pussy even when you pop, 
               And keep me always tightly tied 
               So that I can drink each drop 
               Proudly, with a slaveboy's pride 

               In service, and a slaveboy's sob. 
               This is all I wish to be: 
               A tongue that finds your secret knob 
               Of pleasure, licking happily 
               Until I feel you buck and throb 
               And grind yourself so urgently 

               You seem about to perish, or 
               Come forever, like a wave 
               On a sea without a shore, 
               While I gently tug and lave 
               Your labia.  I'll be your whore, 
               Your dildo, and your patient slave." 

Wendy was slightly taken aback by the beauty of Eric's poem, but what she said was "OK, slaveboy, do it nice and slow and only speed up when I pull on your nipples.  If I pull on your cock, don't stop or change what you're doing OR ELSE!"  With these orders, Eric blindly opened his mouth and received Wendy's pussy as reverently as a little girl receiving her first Holy Communion.  He kissed her and licked her between her thighs and her labia, drinking up her stray juices, and then - for it is not a slave's place to tease - he slowly intruded his tongue as far as it would go up her delicious, smooth, warm, wet vaginal cavity.  His tongue, he thought, made a poor dildo, but Wendy seemed to like the feeling, so he pressed it against the front part of her pussy, on the inside, trying vainly to reach her "g-spot."  "A little higher, slave, but that was nice," said his goddess.  Eric gulped down a wave of fresh, brackish-sweet fluid -- "ambrosia," he thought, as he started to lick his way upward. 

Wendy kept part of her weight pressed, through her pelvic bone, against Eric's upper lip.  The rest she supported with her legs and by leaning against the headboard.  She shut her eyes and dreamily gave orders to Eric through tugs on his nipplechain until he was rapidly licking side-to-side across the bottom of her clitoris, which he had thoughtfully tugged into his mouth for better access and stimulation.  This movement he alternated with both clockwise and counter-clockwise circles around its tip and light flicks to cool her off when he thought she needed a slight pause. 

As Wendy started to feel her climax coming, she tugged - perhaps a little harder than she should have, but to no ill effect -- on Eric's penis rope.  Eric steeled himself to continue his rapid licking without any alternation or pause -- he was doing the side-to-side motion at the time - for as long as it took.  And it took a long time.  Both Eric and Wendy were on the verge of coming for as long as it might take a silkworm to spin its cocoon, for as long as it might take a robin to feed its nest, for as long as it takes an orchid to open completely, for as long as it takes the hour-hand of a clock to move from one number to another. 

Wendy's excitement took physical form in the perspiration, which joined with her other fluids in running down her body.  Eric had to pause only to swallow -- huge, tangy, somewhat salty, bitter but delicious waves of Wendy cum over his tongue, past his palate, and down his gullet into his empty belly.  Eric was digesting Wendy in such quantity that he would soon be living off of her, and little else.  "A man made of pussy juice -- something to be!" he thought with a giggle, as another wave of Wendy became part of him forever.  He thought of incongruous things -- Lieutenant Commander Whorf yelling "Assimilate This!" to the Borg in "First Contact." "Ok," thought Eric, "I'll assimilate this, too." 

The constant pressure on his cock and balls was almost, but not quite, enough to get Eric off in a fountain of pleasure.  Instead, he had mini-cums, where his pre-cum came out more than usual, dribbling down his tied-up member like the effluence of some stopped-up ancient fountain aching to gush with the pressure of spring rains trapped in its aquifer. 

Finally Wendy grabbed Eric's head by both ears, releasing both his nipplechain and his penis rope, and pounded herself against his face, screaming as if she were trying out for the next installment of the "Scream" movies, weeping and whimpering and yelling and speaking in ancient languages and smelling with her tongue and listening with her skin but hearing nothing and seeing nothing through her tightly-closed eyes.  She slowed down, and Eric gradually decelerated his worship of her fount of femininity until he was gently laving her sex as softly as he possibly could. 

After a few minutes of reverie, Wendy abruptly surprised and pleased Eric by saying, "OK, pussy slave, let's do it again! I'm gonna merge your face with my pussy! Yippee! " 
 

End of Wendy Number Nine 

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