Page 329 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“It’s your fault, you’re so sexy.”

“It’s your fault, you’re such a dirty little whore.” He slid one finger up the inside of my thigh and up to my sex, scooping up the mess of cum spilling out from my pussy. Leaning forward he reached forward towards my mouth. I opened my mouth for his finger, sucking seductively, wishing I was lapping up my cum off his cock.

He shook his head in mock disgust, whispering under his breath. “Filthy girl.” He pulled away, and I missed the feeling of his finger against my tongue.

From his coat pocket, extracted what looked like a walkie-talkie and a small bag. He withdrew a small plug, several wires, and a small white square with wires sticking out of it.

A TENS unit. Oh shit.

The plug went into my pussy. It was small, about the size and thickness of my thumb. He hooked it up to the controller.

The sticky pad was about the size of a nickel, and he placed it right over my clit. Oh man, this was going to be awful. Or wonderful. Probably both.

After a few more wires and dials and buttons pushed, he set the chastity belt back in place, essentially pressing the sticky pad against my clit and keeping it there, even if I got wet enough for it to come unstuck. The small plug inside my pussy was secured as well. He helped me up, reset my dress carefully over the chains now hooked up into my body, and zipped my dress back up. Then he lifted me from the table and helped me get back into my chair, which was more awkward than I’d expected it to be.

The wires from the contraptions came out from the slit in my dress, and he clipped the control unit onto his belt loops. I braced myself for when he turned it on.

He didn’t, not at first. Moments after I was seated in my chair, our first course arrived, and I had a sinking suspicion that someone had been carefully watching so as not to disturb us. The waitress did not meet either of our eyes as she set the plates down and refilled Sir’s wine glass.

It was only after I took the first bite of food that he hit one of the buttons on the device. I braced myself for an electric shock, or a stab of pain, but I didn’t feel anything. At least, not until I settled down and relaxed again.

Sure enough, when I let myself relax and really focus, I could feel the tiniest little pulse in my pussy. A gentle squeeze, and then relax, very slow.

Well this isn’t too bad, I thought.

But what I neglected to realize was that we had forty courses, and there were a lot of buttons on that machine.

The meal was exactlyas Reuben had said: interesting, engaging, and completely worth it. Some of the courses were just a bite or two, while others were more. By the end of the night, I was comfortably full... though in other ways, extremely uncomfortable.

Sir continued to play with the TENS unit while we ate, trying different strengths of the electric tingles, and different pattern combinations. Some were sharp and almost stabby, while others were a delicious fluttering, and still others a slow, long, deep contraction.

And the sticky pad on my clit? Sweet God in heaven, that was horrendous.

After about an hour of only using the toy in my pussy, my clit was sensitive, needy, and swollen. So when he turned on the electrical current to my clit, I jumped in my seat and almost spilled my wine.

He chuckled, and turned the intensity dial down, but left it on.

Throughout the forty-course meal, I came four times.

I couldn’t help it – the TENS unit was designed to force a muscle contraction, and no matter how hard I tried, my evil sadist sat there smirking at me as I orgasmed right in front of the cute waitress who set our plates down. I bit my lip to keep myself quiet, but I barely succeeded. And based on the blush on her cheeks, she was fully aware of what was going on.

By the time we finished eating, I was flushed, soaking wet, shivering in need, and desperate. I wasn’t sure what I was desperate for, but I was desperate.

Sir increased the long, slow contractions in my pussy to be even more intense, and changed the settings for the pad on my clit to be short and fast and intense. It hurt so good and I was quickly losing control. I was pretty sure I was sweating.

Suddenly, all sensation ceased, and it was almost more of a shock to feel nothing. My pussy instantly missed the sensation, and I felt my muscles relax back to their natural state. The stillness was disorienting.

“Reuben. Such a pleasure.”

I looked up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Sir had described Oliver Dupont before, so I recognized him when he approached us.

He was only a little taller than me and wore a white chef’s uniform and a hat. His grey curls were tied up in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, and his eyes sparkled at the sight of us. He carried a tray and a bottle of something white and sparkly.

Mister Dupont set the tray and the bottle down, and Reuben rose and shook his hand. “It’s such an honor to be here, sir, and to see you again.” He gestured to me and said, “This is Alice, my...” he seemed to think, trying to decide how to introduce me.Girlfriendwasn’t exactly the right word, and it was weird to introduce someone as their bratty masochistic submissive.

Reuben gave up. “Well. She’s just...mine.”

I blushed and couldn’t help but smile.

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