Not to cum

She went with it. Speaking into the phone, she half said, half moaned, "Oh, you like that? Knowing my pussy was kept chaste all night, neglected, jealous of all the attention my tight, toned ass was getting? Begging to be touched, any touch, aching for it, and being denied?" The response was a grunted out, "Fuck yes." She sauntered over to the window, walking as sexily as she could, knowing he was watching, and began teasing her pierced nipples before sliding her hand down near her pussy, not touching it, just caressing her pubis, her thighs, all around it, teasing it as she moaned and whimpered. "Tell me how much worse you want to make it." She said in a low whine. Surrendering herself to this dark desire growing inside of her.

"I want to use that little slut body," He began in a growl. She whimpered in response, still teasing her body. "I want to use it all night long, using you, fucking your mouth and ass and tits, using you for my own pleasure. All the while, I'm going to ignore that **** cunt. It doesn't deserve to be touched, to be pleasured. It's been such a naughty pussy." She moaned. "I'm going to keep that slutty little pussy untouched, neglected, chaste, while I thoroughly use every bit of the rest of you, you nasty, dirty little slut. You want that, don't you, my good little slut?" She whimpered and moaned out, "Yes. Fuck yes. Have your way with me, use my slut body however you want!" He let out a dark, almost frightening laugh, "Good little slut. Now get your ass over here, same as before. Naked except for heels, and put the blindfold on in the lobby. And don't keep me waiting!" With that he hung up the phone. Lexi quickly fixing her make up, grabbing the blindfold and her purse, and heading out the door without a stitch of clothing, walking as fast as her stiletto heels allowed.

Out of her building, she quickly crossed the street, so lost to this far darker, hungrier lust, she was only peripherally aware of the stares, the catcalls, the car honks, as though they were just background noise, a little extra spice for the main course she was set on having. She enters the lobby, and there's a few people there. Acting as if she doesn't see them, she texts Mr. E and then puts the blindfold, and waits. A few minutes later, the elevator doors open, and Mr. E puts the collar, leash and cuffs onto her, and leads her up to his apartment. On the elevator ride up, the only sound to be heard is her moaning. Once inside, he trusses her up, differently from before. Instead of removing the cuffs, he attaches something to them and she feels her arms being pulled up behind her, forcing her to bend over, until her head is lower than her ass. Then her legs are **** apart wide and cuffed, locking her in place. Then for a too long moment there's nothing.

The nothing is broken by a sharp smack on the ass, by an unknown implement. Then his voice, "Tell me why you are here slut." She whimpers, "To be used by you, Master." Another smack on the ass, "Is that all? I want you to say what you want, what you need." She breathes deeply, "To be used, fucked, treated like the little slut I am. To be denied an orgasm. For you to use the rest of my body, while letting my horny little pussy go untouched!" Another smack on the ass, "That's a good little slut." And with that, he went about doing exactly that, whipping her, fucking her mouth, fucking her ass, fondling her tits, caressing her well-toned body, enjoying and savoring all that her helpless, naked flesh had to offer. Everything but her pussy. No matter how much she begged and pleaded with him, he didn't so much as breathe on it. All of which just made her hornier and hornier, made this darker lust stronger.

Finally, with his cock apparently spent for the moment, he stopped, and spoke to her, "And how's my little slut feeling now? Want me to stop, and send you home, or do you need some more?" She moaned, panting, "Oh Master, I need more." Her ran his fingers through her hair, surprisingly gently, "Are you sure, my little fucktoy? Are you sure you don't want to just go home, jill off and drift off to sleep? Are you sure you want things to get worse?" She's too far gone to understand or particularly care about the obvious warning at this point. Her dark lust, that need to be denied far too strong at this point. "Do your worst, Master!" He laughed, then said, "So be it, my good little slut. But don't say I didn't warn you."

After that she heard him handling some things, and though she was suddenly very afraid of what will happen to her next, she was also excited. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, but she wanted him to do it. Wanted it more than anything she'd ever wanted. Then he got to work. She felt the sharp pinching, along her labia, her clit hood. Piercing her, she lost count of how many piercings there were. The pain from it was intense, but quickly blended in with the pleasure and lust and aching frustration. Finally she felt him fixing something to her, at the entrance to her pussy, hearing and feeling it click into place.

She had no idea exactly what new piercing he's put on her, but it was obviously something he liked. As shortly after it was clicked onto her, she felt his cock sliding into her open, panting mouth. Mr. E began fucking Lexi's mouth hard and fast, not taking his time at all with it. Using her mouth like a fleshlight. He doesn't last very long, and there's not much cum, but by the way he grunts, Lexi can tell it was quite satisfying for him. After that, he frees her from her restraints, "We're done here for tonight. Don't hesitate to call if you should need anything." Then he leads her out of the apartment, down the elevator and out onto the street, "Don't forget to count to 100 before taking off the blindfold. Goodnight, my amazing little slut!"

Lexi counts to 100, hearing the catcalls, the expressions of shocked, the questions about what's between her legs. She can feel it, some of it resting just inside of her, some of it outside of her. She can feel the weight of it, though it's not painfully heavy by any means. After she finishes the count, she hurries home, paying no heed to the many eyes on her, and when she enters her apartment, goes to the bathroom, grabbing a mirror, and looking between her legs.

There it is, shining in the light, chrome-plated. A metal shield over her pussy and clit. She noticed one hole that looked like it was for a key, and another that was apparently for peeing through. She ran her fingers over it, trying to rub herself, to no avail, just the very slight shifting of this pierced on shield. She slips off her heels and pulls out her phone, sending a quick text to Mr. E, "Thank you, Sir" And with that she crawls into bed, rubbing her now locked, chaste pussy through the shield, moaning and whimpering at the utter futility of the action, until she drifts off to sleep.