STEADY AS SHE BLOWS
Sandra was dressed as expected in her schoolgirl uniform and waiting patiently inside her house for whatever Mariah had in store for her as her punishment.
A little after seven, Mariah texted Sandra and told her to meet them at Perry’s Playhouse, an adult store on the opposite end of the city. Sandra cringed at the thought of what this could lead to, but she headed to her car and began the long worrisome drive to her fate.
Once outside the scuzzy store, she took a deep breath, knowing she was about to get some strange looks, and headed in. To her surprise, neither Mariah nor Taylor was there. Nervously, she walked around looking at toys as the few men in the store kept leering at her.
Her anxiety was getting more and more extreme until Mariah finally entered the store, dressed in a tight, metallic gold dress and beige stockings. The contours of her large breasts, obviously with no bra, were fully on display, and they swayed delectably as she walked, commanding everyone’s attention, including her pet’s. Knowing every man there was watching her with bated breath, she sauntered to the bondage section and grabbed a collar and leash before slinking over to a petrified Sandra.
Without a word, Mariah put the collar on her pet’s neck, hooked the leash to it and gave Sandra a look. Understanding, Sandra, immediately fell to her knees on the dirty floor even as the creepy men stared at the two of them.
“Good pet,” Mariah purred, loud enough for all to hear. Mariah gave the leash a twitch and went to the till, every man in the joint watching the two girls with drooling mouths. Once at the till, Mariah smiled wickedly at the mid-fifties balding man and asked, “Do you take slut?”
“Pardon?” the older man asked, confused.
“Well, I can pay you the boring old fashioned way for this collar and leash, or we can complete the transaction in a more entertaining fashion,” Mariah explained, her eyes glancing down at her pet.
Sandra was mortified, she was being offered as a means of payment to some stranger.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked, with a growing smile.
“Well,” Mariah explained, “rumor has it you have a glory hole in here somewhere.”
“That rumor may be true,” the older man replied, playing it cool.
“Well, if that rumor is true, I would love to pay you for these two items by bartering an hour of free service by my slut here. She’s been a very, very bad girl,” Mariah bargained as she tugged slightly on the chain.
Sandra flashed back to her first glory hole punishment:
It was late in my third year at college and we were trying out a new club. Mariah had dressed me relatively conservatively for an outing, in a long sundress and beige thigh highs. After a couple hours of drinking and flirting, with no detectable evidence of our domme-sub relationship, Mariah surprised me by taking my hand and leading me upstairs to the secured level. The bouncer had us pause long enough for him to assess me thoroughly, top to toe, even having me turn around briefly, before nodding to Mariah and allowing us to pass.
Mariah said, “Thanks, Jack,” and led me past the tables, to a hallway and eventually into a small room.
Even after all that I’d done as a sub, I had no idea what a glory hole was. I looked at the small room with a stool and a small circular hole in the wall. I knew by now not to ask questions: Mariah would tell me what she decided I should know, no more, no less.
Mariah led me to the stool and ordered, “Sit down my pet.”
I obeyed, “Yes, Mistress Mariah.”
She asked me, “Do you know what a glory hole is?”
I shook my head no, although I suspected I was about to find out.
Mariah smiled. “You’re still so innocent for such a complete slut. A glory hole is a place where a hungry cock sucker goes so he or she can suck cock after cock after cock after cock.”
“Oh,” was all I could reply, now realizing what the hole was for.
“So tonight you’re going to practice your cock sucking skills,” Mariah informed me, just as a flaccid cock popped through the hole.
I stared at the wrinkled soft cock as I began to understand exactly what I was expected to do: suck anonymous strangers’ cocks. Instead of being repelled as most women or men would be, the fact that my identity was hidden by the wall comforted me and without further instruction I leaned forward and took the ‘soft on’ into my mouth to turn it into a hard on.
“Good pet,” Mariah purred, “you’re such a quick learner.”
A sense of pride beamed through me at being recognized for my obedience, as the cock grew in my mouth. Like when I was getting off Mariah or another woman, I loved the feeling of knowing it was my tongue and mouth causing pleasure in someone.