Sandra concluded she would go to Kelly’s school and talk to her at lunch. She wasn’t sure what she would say yet, but she knew she had to warn her.
Content with her plan, fragile as it was, she finished showering, then dressed in a long flowered sundress, sans panties and bra, which was a little nerve-wracking for her, and the only pair of stockings she currently owned, given to her yesterday by Mariah.
Once dressed, hair done and make-up on, she returned to the living room and said, “Mistress, I need to get going soon.”
“I know my pet, I won’t keep you much longer,” Mariah replied. “I only have one more thing for you to do before you go.”
Sandra’s mouth suddenly watered at the thought of tasting Mariah’s perfection again. “What would that be, Mistress?”
Mariah handed her a pair of silver balls connected with a narrow strap that appeared to be silicone. “Ironically after all the trouble you’ve been, I’m going to allow you to break a rule this week. All week you are to wear these Ben Wa balls in that cunt of yours. Is that understood?”
Sandra looked at the small balls and wondered at their purpose. “Even at work?”
“All the time,” Mariah said. “This is punishment number one of the eighteen punishments I owe you for eighteen years of betrayal… which is you may not come for a week.”
“A full week?” Sandra asked, thinking that before Mariah’s arrival a week would have been no problem, she had sometimes gone months without even thinking about an orgasm, but now such a lack seemed impossible and painful.
“Yes. You need to relearn your place,” Mariah said, lifting up her pet’s dress. She leaned over and rubbed the balls slowly along Sandra’s slightly wet pussy lips before inserting both balls.
Sandra let out a small gasp as the second ball went in.
“You will eventually learn how to control your pussy muscles so you don’t need panties, but while you’re at work I will grant you this rare privilege,” Mariah explained, as if she were doing her pet a great favor, before adding, “but at home you are to remain panty-less, is that clear?”
Sandra agreed, even as she tried to deal with the two balls inside her, “Yes, Mistress.”
“When are you finished at work?”
“Four-thirty,” Sandra answered nervously, figuring Mariah already had something in mind for the evening.
“I’ll meet you at the West Edmonton Mall at five. Is that doable?” Mariah asked.
“Yes, Mistress, I believe it will be.”
“Good, I’ll see you then,” Mariah answered, adding, “We will meet in front of Forever 21.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sandra agreed, wondering what was in store for her, before going downstairs to put some panties on. Each step at first was awkward and a distraction. In her new room in the basement, she practiced walking for a couple of minutes before she felt slightly accustomed to having the weird balls inside her. Content as she could be in her current predicament, she headed to work.
At work, the balls were a constant reminder of her past, her present and her future. Sandra was in the middle of preparing a new summer ad campaign and it was crucial to get all her slides ready for her multimedia presentation on Thursday. The balls inside her were a distraction, but she realized if she sat at her desk and didn’t move her legs, eventually she forgot they were inside her. However every time she moved, she got a constant reminder and her pussy would beg for a quick release she wasn’t allowed.
Sandra worked her ass off all day and it wasn’t till after one that she realized she’d worked through lunch and missed her opportunity to go meet with her daughter. She knew Kelly had track practice after school and she had promised to meet with Mariah, so the much-needed conversation would have to wait.
The rest of the day flew by; only on occasion was Sandra distracted by the balls in her cunt. Glancing at the clock, she saved her work on her computer and drove over to meet Mariah, knowing one of Mariah’s biggest pet peeves was tardiness.
Driving was a major distraction as her foot continually shifting from gas pedal to brake moved the balls in a rather circular movement. Sandra was craving a satisfaction she knew she couldn’t receive. She sighed; this was going to be a really long week.
7. LICKING IN THE GIRLS’ ROOM
Sandra arrived early and waited till almost quarter after five before she saw Mariah dressed in a black leather skirt, black fuck-me boots, black stockings and a fire engine red blouse. Men and women took second looks as she sauntered by. The men drooled, the women glared, a mixture of envy and jealousy being thrown at the blonde vixen.
Mariah actually apologized, something as rare as an eclipse, “Sorry Sandra, I got lost, really, really lost.”
Sandra shrugged, “It happens to everyone the first time they come here.”
“It’s fucking huge. Hard to believe capitalist, anything to make a buck, California hasn’t built a super mall like this,” Mariah said, impressed by how overblown this place was.
Sandra, suddenly proud to be an Edmontonian, explained, “It has rides, waterslides, a hotel, a shooting range, a movie theatre, a skating rink, and so much more. It even has a floating pirate ship.”
“I see they also have a sex shop here,” Mariah smiled, her usual mischievous grin back. “So let’s get you a new wardrobe.”
Sandra assumed that was why they were here, her outfits being very conservative and business formal. Two hours, five hundred bucks and six stores later and Sandra had a few new outfits. None were skanky, but all were definitely hipper and aimed at making her look younger, including a front zippered dress and a plaid skirt that looked like it would better fit a teenager.