Loud! It was so loud! How were the people around her not hearing this?! It sounded like a giant hornet was trying to take flight!
Finally, the lights turned off, but just as Holly was about to reach down and play with herself, Isaac reached across her and pinned her arms down.
“Master, please, I’m begging you! I can’t take it any longer!”
“Not yet, your punishment isn’t done.”
“How much longer?”
Isaac turned to her and tried to hide his unease with a smile. “You’ll know.”
Holly knew what he meant. He wasn’t going to turn off the rotor until she had an orgasm. But would she be able to contain herself? She had learned to stay quiet back at the orphanage, but that was only through muffling her voice with a pillow, a gag, or one of her sisters. She had two choices: either try and hold it in and fight the orgasm for almost two hours until they could get out of the theater, or risk getting caught, let it happen, and try to control herself. Aw hell, why was the first option even there?
As the movie began to play, she reached over and bit the collar of Isaac’s shirt. Forgive me for doing this to your shirt, Master, but I need at least something!
Chewing on the collar like she was having a bullet removed, Holly forced her body to relax and tried to let the orgasm occur. What had originally felt momentarily imminent since this torture began, now felt like it was miles away. She was so close to achieving her climax, but her body still didn’t have enough stimulation for that threshold to be crossed. Oh if only she could use her hands!
In desperation, Holly began rubbing her legs together and squirming in her seat, trying to create some grinding in her body. Her inner thighs were completely drenched, but she still couldn’t get there!
Holly released Isaac’s collar, knowing she had lost. She would have to beg with everything she had to be allowed to use her hands, or better yet, run to the bathroom. Just as tears of arousal and frustration began to trickle from her eyes, Isaac surprised her by leaning over and kissing her.
With their lips joined, Isaac used his free hand to reach into her skirt, pull down her panties, and began playing with her slit. With all the teasing it had received, the lips and interior were as tender as mashed potatoes, and his hand felt like it was being submerged in a hot bath.
Working two fingers inside his slave, Isaac listened to the tiny moans and whimpers that managed to escape from their locked lips. Using his thumb, he played with her clit like the joystick of a video game controller. Every flick, rub, and press made a deep shudder crawl up her spine. She was so cute; he would definitely punish her like this again. Five minutes into the movie, Holly finally came. A miniature waterfall of pussy juice flowed out between her legs, and only through again chewing on Isaac’s collar was she able to keep her voice contained.
At last, Isaac removed his arm and turned off the rotor, letting Holly rest. Until now, Holly had been afraid of making mistakes simply because she couldn’t bear upsetting or dissatisfying her Master. But now she found a new reason: she never wanted to do this again. This was some truly brutal punishment. But of course, while 90% of her brain was essentially crying from the experience, there was that 10%, in the deepest and darkest pits of her sexual desire, that wanted to do it again the next night.
“I had no idea you were so shy, you always seemed so shameless.”
“Of course I’m shy, I didn’t know those people. They weren’t my sisters and none of them were my Master.”
They were walking back to Isaac’s truck, with Holly once again clutching his arm like a small child holding onto a teddy bear and leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Well I’m sorry. I thought this kind of thing would be heaven for you. I didn’t want to stop because I thought you were enjoying it. It was mean of me to punish you like that. I know how hard you work and you don’t deserve that.”
“It’s fine. I’m your slave, you can do whatever you want to me. I am yours to abuse and humiliate, if that is your desire,” she murmured, speaking so softly it was as if they were still waiting in line for tickets.
Reaching the truck, Isaac turned and faced her. “Look, let me make it up to you. I know the perfect way to burn off the calories from all that candy.”
He then reached into his truck and pulled out her dog collar and leash. “How about we go for a walk?”
Holly’s smile was brighter than any flashlight, feeling one of her lifelong dreams come true. She and Isaac were at a nearby park, and while it was “supposed” to be closed at night, it had not stopped them from a stroll in the moonlight. Besides, with thick woods on either side of the paved pathway, they could always hide if they met anyone. Yet the park was dead silent. They had the forest all to themselves, but they were certainly not a normal couple enjoying the solitude and fresh air.
Holly was on all fours, completely naked, save for the work gloves and contractor kneepads Isaac had given her. Around her neck was her dog collar, and secured to it was her leash. Isaac was holding the end of the leash and carrying her clothes. Being that it was summer, the late-night air was in the high sixties and both Master and slave were protected with bug spray. They were taking the shortest route through the park, as not even Holly could last too long with gloves and kneepads.
As she crawled beside Isaac, her slit glistened with fresh arousal. Crawling on her hands and knees, pretending to be a dog or house cat, had always been one of her favorite games. She often wished she could transform into an animal, but she always had to settle with childish pretending. She had never been able to take it to such extremes like this.
“Master, you spoil me,” she said happily, momentarily breaking her dog impersonation to rub up against his leg and purr like a cat.
“You’re too cute, I can’t help it.”
“Um… Master… I kind of have to…”
Isaac laughed. “Sure, ok.”
Her leash in hand, he led her off the path to an empty spot on the forest floor. Turning around, he tried to not to snicker as his peripheral hearing picked up nature’s call. Behind him, Holly felt no shame in this natural body function. She was just an animal, her Master’s pet, and this is what animals like her did when they had to relieve themselves.
When the last drops hit the dry pine needles and leaves that littered the ground, she looked up to see Isaac handing her some paper towels.
“A lifetime of workplace injuries has taught me to always carry something to clean up bodily fluids,” he said sheepishly, still with his back to her. Leaning forward, Holly gratefully accepted the towels and then kissed Isaac’s hand.
After drying herself and burying the used paper towels, Holly returned to the path and she and Isaac continued their walk. It was such a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky. Holly was so happy to be alive. She loved everything about this stroll through the park.
She loved the hold of the collar around her neck and the countless small tugs from the leash whenever she and her Master drifted a little too far apart; they made her feel bound to him. She loved the liberation of not having to wear clothes and the refreshing sensation of the evening air against her naked skin; they made her feel free. She loved the clear starry sky and the fresh aroma of nature; they reminded her of the farm from her orphanage. She loved the solitude and quiet; it let her act like her true self with only her Master around.