Ivy

Ivy was good at her job. She really was. She took pride in making sure weddings went off without a hitch. Of course, she wasn't perfect. Nobody was. Even now and then something would slip through the cracks. Most of the time it was minor, something she could still fix. But today...well...she couldn't fix this.

She gulped as she heard the door open. It was her client, she had no idea what to say to him. She stood up and bowed her head slightly to him. She waited for him to speak, after all she couldn't initiate conversations anymore.

Except he didn't speak. He just stood there, staring at her. She waited awkwardly, the silence stretching out forever.

Finally he broke the silence, "Tell me how this happened."

Ivy gulped. She couldn't exactly say a magical boardgame had made it harder for her to spot fraud, could she? No way he'd believe that. All she could do was beg for forgiveness, "I'm so sorry. It was entirely my mistake. I thought they were real."

The man rubbed his forehead, "Our wedding is a week away. A week! How the hell are we going to find another venue! Let alone get our money back!"

Ivy shuddered in the face of his rage. It was understandable. She'd meant to book the Hilton downtown for their wedding, but she'd made a mistake when she went looking for their contact info. She'd accidently visited a scammer's fake webpage and hadn't recognized it. The scammer had been good too, it wasn't like that game had made her totally incapable of spotting fraud. She'd met the scammer at the Hilton to sign the papers and hand over the deposit after all. It had just been a little strange to do it all in the lobby, but Ivy had been too excited about getting such a good deal for her clients to see the red flags that popped up.

Now she'd lost the money and the Hilton was booked up for a full year.

Suddenly her client started to remove his belt, "Turn around. Put your hands on the table."

Ivy knew what was coming. She'd known since the moment she realized her mistake. She was about to feel his wrath. It wouldn't be the first time someone had used corporeal punishment on her, but the belt? She gulped. She'd never been belted before.

She knew from experience that her body was now supernaturally hardy. Once she'd been caught fucking a married man by his wife and she'd spanked Ivy until her own hand was raw. Despite her ass looking like a piece of chewed up leather she'd been able to get up and walk away without any issue and by the time she'd woken up the next morning she'd been totally healed. It didn't mean she didn't experience pain, because oh boy, that had hurt a lot, but she knew it was muted compared to what other people might feel. Her body could take any amount of ****, unfortunately.

She waited for the impact, but it never came. Instead she felt him grab her wrists and yank them behind her. She was too stunned to resist as he quickly managed to tie her wrists together using his belt. She looked over her shoulder at him, but kept her mouth shut. Then he spun her around and grabbed her tank top with both hands. She couldn't protest, she couldn't say anything. He pulled and it ripped it two.

"You know...my fiancée didn't want to hire you in the first place," He said, suddenly reaching up to grab one of her breasts, "Not because of your pitch or your price of anything but...because of these..." He squeezed her boob painfully with one hand. She opened and closed her mouth but stayed quiet. She didn't know what she would say anyway.

She wanted to flee, before he did something more ****, but she couldn't. Part of her Wrath bankruptcy punishment wouldn't let her. People had to be able to take out their frustrations on her and one little grope wasn't going to make up for a missed wedding.

"...But I convinced her. I said you were reasonably priced and seemed to know what you were talking about. But the truth is while she was jealous of your massive tits...I just wanted to see more of them..."

He suddenly brought up his other hand and slapped her tit. She shuddered but couldn't pull away. She couldn't believe she was standing in her own shop, hands tied behind her back, topless, while a client slapped her tits.

He didn't stop at the one of course, he kept going and going until he finally tired of it.

Tired of slapping her tits, not tired of disciplining her.

He turned her slightly to stare at her tattoo, "A dragon huh...I've always wanted to see the whole thing. Pretty impressive."

"Thanks." Ivy said.

He pinched her nipple hard. She gasped and looked back at him.

"I didn't ask your opinion."

Ivy nodded and turned to face him, "What can I do to make this right?" She hadn't figured out all the kinks of her bankruptcy punishment yet, but she knew as long as they felt like they were disciplining her it would count towards clearing her debt with them, "I'll do..." She licked her lips in what she hoped was a seductive way, "Anything."

He took a moment to decide, but she could see the lust in his eyes and knew exactly what he was going to say.

"Get on your knees." He ordered.

Ivy was happy too, quite happy in fact. Thanks to Theo her semen addiction had been rather manageable, but she was always down for more cum. And if he'd chosen to take his sexual frustrations out on her another well, well, she would have been down for that too.

Of course she didn't let it show on her face. He was trying to punish her after all. Now that her seduction had worked she put on a mask of **** and awkwardly sank to her knees. He dropped his pants and took out his cock, already hard. She couldn't help herself, she licked her lips in anticipation of her creamy reward.

"Suck it." He ordered. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward. She opened her mouth and prepared herself to be facefucked.

Unfortunately her client was a little too meek for that. It was too bad, she didn't always go for rough treatment, but this situation kind of called for it. Instead he just awkwardly held her hair and made her to all the work. Well, she wanted her reward so she didn't mind too much.

She was so focused on her blowjob, and her client focused on her, that neither of them noticed the door open and close. The newcomer came and stood beside them, silently watching. It wasn't until the man was just about to cum that she interrupted.

"Sir you should cum on her face," The woman said, "Or her tits. Just not inside her mouth. She loves the taste, so deny her that satisfaction."

The man jumped, surprised and embarrassed to have been caught in the act, his cock flying out of her mouth anyway. After a moment to collect himself he realized this woman wasn't judging or trying to interfere, so he grabbed his cock and stroked himself to completion. Ivy was rewarded, but it sprayed all over her face and chest instead of going into her mouth. She desperately tried to lick the cum near her mouth and pulled at the belt tying her hands.

"W-wha...how are you?" The man asked.

The woman gave a curtsy, "My name is Sahar, pleasure to meet you. You are Mr. Klein, are you not?"

The man nodded dumbly.

Sahar smiled and looked down at Ivy, "I believe my friend has given you a bit of trouble, but don't worry, I'm here to help," Sahar set down her back and reached inside. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs, "First...that belt won't last long. Allow me..."

Sahar knelt down beside Ivy and clasped the cuffs around her wrists. Ivy couldn't have fought back, but she'd asked for help and knew she just had to take it. Then Sahar untied the belt and handed it to the man.

It was only then he realized his pants were still around his ankles. He hastily pulled them up and put his belt back on, "Uhm...thanks."

Sahar nodded graciously, "Now then, let's get to business. Her Majesty was able to secure the Hilton for you after all."

"Her Majesty?" The man raised an eyebrow.

Sahar blushed and nodded, "Yes...I'm afraid I may only call Her Majesty, Her Majesty. Please pardon the confusion."

"She's a friend of mine. Her and Sahar have...a weird dynamic. But she's legit. I asked for her help as soon as I discovered the fraud. If anyone can get you a venue, it's her." Ivy said.

Sahar glared at Ivy. Her punishments made her be respectful and submissive towards men, but Kat was the only woman that applied to, "Weird dynamic? Maybe you don't want our help after all?"

Ivy's eyes went wide, "No no. I do!"

Sahar ignored her and turned back to Mr. Klein, "As I said Her Majesty has secured the venue. It was not cheap, but rest assured you have no additional costs. Ivy won't be issuing you a refund, but I believe you've already been sufficiently compensated?"

The man nodded dumbly, "B-but how? Someone else already had it booked?"

Sahar smiled, full of pride, "Her Majesty just convinced them to reschedule. It was easy for her. She's amazing."

Ivy rolled her eyes, but wisely kept her mouth shut.

Unfortunately Sahar caught it, but she didn't do anything right away. Ivy knew she'd pay for it later. Sahar was normally very reasonable, until someone insulted Kat, or even implied that she was less than perfect. Fortunately for Ivy her tattoo wasn't so sensitive. Unless she was outright disrespectful, it wouldn't zap her. Of course it was a different story when Kat was present. Somehow it knew it Kat felt disrespected, so an eyeroll if front of her could be rather painful.

Sahar reached into her bag again and pulled out some papers, "This is a copy of the contract Her Majesty signed with the venue, so you can verify it's legitimate. I can assure you that Ivy will delivery the wedding of your dreams next week."

The man just stared at her. Then slowly he pointed at her dress, "Um...you...um..."

Sahar looked down, then blush, "Oh. Pardon me," She adjusted her top. It didn't really ever make sense how her boobs kept falling out, but nothing she did could ever prevent it from happening, "Thank you."

"Uh, no problem....Well. Thanks. I should...um....go..."

He back away slowly, then turned and left the shop.

Ivy finally got to her feet and looked at Sahar. She turned slightly and waved her arms as much as she could, begging Sahar to remove the cuffs.

Sahar shook her head, but stayed silent. It was always awkward when it was just the two of them. They couldn't start a conversation without a third party. That wasn't often a problem since Sahar stuck to Kat as much as possible, but sometimes, like now, this happened.

Sahar's phone buzzed and she checked it. She smiled and looked at Ivy, "Her Majesty says we can talk."

"Oh good, can you uncuff me then?"

"No, I don't think I shall," Sahar said, "You caused Her Majesty a lot of trouble. She had to break the law just to find out who had the reservation and then her voice wasn't enough to persuade them to cancel. She had to pay. A lot."

"I know. It's my fault but also...you know how the game works. I just missed it." Ivy said.

Sahar nodded, "That's why Her Majesty decided to help you," Sahar grinned, "But now that we've done you a favour..."

Ivy gulped, "Yeah yeah...I'll repay with interest...how much do I owe? It will probably take me some time to pay. The business is doing well, but I don't keep that much cash around."

"Oh, she doesn't want your money," Sahar winked. Then she walked over to the small fridge Ivy kept in her shop. Sahar opened it and took out a glass bottle, "Bottoms up!" Sahar opened it and started to chug the liquid inside.

"No!" Ivy begged, "Stop. I need that."

But it was too late. Sahar set down the empty bottle and wiped her lip, "Mmm...Her Majesty's milk is just so good!"

"I needed that!" Ivy said again.

"Her Majesty wouldn't leave you high and dry my friend. You'll just have to come to her, to the source, for refills now."

Ivy nodded. Sahar had been making regular deliveries of milk to Ivy for a while now, but back when the game had first ended Ivy had tasted from the source. Kat had been rather awkward about it then, but it seems like she'd gotten over her hesitancy.

Then suddenly Ivy yelped. Her nipples were starting to ache. "Oh no, it's clamped. Quick, Sahar, my emergency nipple clamps are in the top drawer over then."

"Emergency nipple clamps?" Sahar went into the drawer and found them, "I have a rather wicked idea...."

"No. Don't! You have that uh, what's it called...vengeance delivered! If you don't give those to me..."

"What? You'll spank me?" Sahar grinned, "Her Majesty is my number one but I'm not ashamed to admit you are rather sexy. Do you think I'll mind?" Sahar shoved the clamps into her bag and took out a key, "Come punish me when you're ready. Bye-bye!" Sahar set the key down and the counter and hurried out of the building.

Ivy grumbled and stared at the key. With her hands cuffed behind her she had some work to do to free herself. She sighed, well, at least her wedding venue problem was solved. That was worth whatever Kat asked of her. She couldn't waste any more time though, she had to get to work.

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Ivy looked across the table at Dax and smiled. She hadn't spent a lot of time alone with Dax since the game ended, they had inherent incompatibilities after all. Dax could only orgasm after getting his partner off 3 times, and Ivy felt the need to repay anyone who got her off. If they ever got involved it would be a **** loop for Ivy. Of course it was possible for a guy and a girl to be friends without sex, but the game had brought sex first and foremost to both their minds.

This wasn't just catching up though, they were on a mission, "So, do you think you can help?"

Ivy nodded enthusiastically, "Please, it'll be a piece of cake. So what if his girl cheated on him, I'll give him a show that he..." Ivy trailed off as she saw a man walking towards them. Not just any man, but possibly the hottest man she'd ever seen. She **** herself to look back to Dax, "Um...what was I saying?"

Dax smirked, "Something about showing him a good time?"

"Uh ya. That...just a question...he's not...ugly is he? I mean, I'll do it either way but obviously I'd prefer if he were easy on the eyes." Ivy said.

Dax nodded, "He's alright."

Suddenly a voice from beside their table said, "Who's alright?"

Dax looked up, "Ah there he is! Ivy, I want to introduce you to my friend Tuan."

Ivy looked and her heart started racing. It was the gorgeous man. The one she'd just seen. Tuan held out his hand and it took Ivy a moment to realize it. Her hand shot out awkwardly, "I-Ivy nice to meet you."

"It's a pleasure," She noticed Tuan's eyes roaming her body appreciate, "Dax told me you were a beauty but, well, I didn't believe him."

"It's alright, Dax told me you were a loser and I didn't believe him either." Ivy said with a grin.

"Hey! I did not!" Dax said defiantly.

Tuan laughed, "He's quite the character, isn't he?"

"He really is..." Ivy agreed.

A waiter came over, "Can I get you started with anything?"

"How about a glass a red, no, a bottle?" Tuan looked at Ivy, "Would you like to share?"

Ivy had to agree, "Yes of course. Oh, and bring the dessert menu please. I'm skipping a main course."

"Uh oh, already planning your exit?" Tuan asked.

Ivy grinned, "Nah. I just have a sweet tooth." Thanks to her boons she could survive on cake and ice cream and still look fit as a fiddle.

"I'll have your most expensive liquor, whatever it is," Dax said, "Actually make it too. My partner will be along soon."

"Partner, does Lily know you call her that?" Tuan asked.

"What's wrong with partner?" Dax asked.

"Isn't is just...a bit stuffy? What do you think Ivy?" Tuan asked her.

"I agree. But is she really your girlfriend, or just your fuck buddy?" Ivy asked Dax.

"It's both!" A woman's voice said from beside Ivy, "Move over bitch!" It was Lily. Dax's...partner. They'd been together for a several months now. Ivy had thought Dax would never settle down with his combination of punishments, but they seemed to be doing well. Ivy had been prepared to dislike Lily as a gold digging whore but she was so unapologetic about it Ivy had a hard time holding it against her.

Ivy slid over so Lily could sit beside her, "You're late slut."

"Am I?" Lily raised her eyebrows, then she looked at Dax, "Hear that? Maybe I'm preggers. Boom, baby trapped!"

Tuan snorted, "You really want to stay with this jerk?"

"Jerk? I'll have you know he's the most considerate lover I've ever had." Lily said.

Ivy believed it, with his 3 to 1 orgasm ratio, but she wanted to change the subject to something more...normal. Dax had asked her to knock Tuan out of his slump by sleeping with him, but seeing him, well, she wanted to do more than just a pity fuck.

"Ahem...so Tuan...you work with Dax?" She asked.

"Yeah. I'm a senior-"

Lily cut him off, "BORING! Hey Tuan, wanna see something awesome?"

"Lily don't!" Dax said.

Ivy sighed. She knew where this was going, "Just do it."

Lily laughed and pulled out her phone. Ivy was **** to lift up her top to flash her breasts. Lily took the photo and Ivy pulled her top back down.

"W-what!?" Tuan was stunned.

"Ivy always flashes the camera! Isn't that awesome!" Lily asked.

"A-always?" Tuan asked.

Ivy decided to nip it in the bud, "Yep. Always. Actually might as well get this out of the way. I'm a slut. Like. A huge slut. I'm not sure if I'm capable of monogamy and I'm certainly not capable of, well, not flashing my tits. But I am open and honest and would never lie about it and I am probably the best cocksucker in the country, so I do have my good points."

Tuan had a weak laugh, then shook his head, "After Andi...honest is good. I'm not looking to get engaged again. Not right away at least. But if you're honest, well, I'm happy to continue this date."

"Well if I'm being honest..." Ivy slide her foot up under the table to poke him gently between the legs, "I think you're gorgeous and would love to blow you in the bathroom right now."

Tuan gulped. He looked at Dax. Then Lily kicked him, "Don't look at him. Go!"

And so Ivy's first meeting with her future husband started with a bathroom blowjob in a dive bar. It was unconventional for sure, but she wouldn't have had it either way. In fact it was that blowjob that convinced her to never, ever let him go. After all it was her first time seeing a man with a 13" cock, what are the odds she'd see one again?