14 comments/ 68733 views/ 83 favorites Adult Bookstore Attorney By: Adult Bookstore Attorney I looked at my watch. It was 3:15. "I don't know if either or both will show up today. Nobody is in the theater now. If you want to go in and see if they show up, go ahead. I won't charge you unless they do," Cecilia told me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I'll even put this movie in for you (she help up Full Service Maids) to keep you company for an hour and a half. Again, I didn't want to let on how nervous I was or appear to be square, so I agreed to her offer. She walked me over to the theater door and swiped an access card opening the lock. She then led me inside. It was dark except for the light thrown by the projector on the large screen. There was a woman getting drilled doggie style looking at the camera. She seemed life size. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, but I seemed like she was looking right at us. "I recommend you sit in the front row so if anybody comes in who makes you uncomfortable you can easily leave," Cecilia told me. "I know some women come in here wanting strangers to sit on either side of her to trap her so she has to endure their roaming hands. You can still do that if anybody else shows up, but at least this way you can escape if you feel the need. Let me pop your movie in the player. Enjoy yourself." I settled back in my seat. It was a premium leather home theater style recliner. I know they said they disinfect the seats every day so I tried not to think of the bodily fluids that may have been ejected where I was sitting. The screen came back to life. The blonde on the cover was in the first scene. Obviously the story line was laughable. It was really just an excuse to have her dressed in the flimsy outfit. The man of the house had some stupid complaint about how she was doing her job. Of course she was threatened with being fired. "That was sure creative," I thought. "She would always get a better job." But instead of telling him to drop dead, she dropped to her knees. Watching her pull his rapidly hardening cock out of his pants, I had to admit I would gladly suck him off too if I had known what he was packing. My former lovers were all of average size but this guy was huge and the sight of his cock had my pussy twitching. I watched the blonde lovingly slurping away on his cock and felt myself getting wet. Because the seats were so close to the screen, their image filled my entire field of vision. It was engrossing and felt like I was in the room. Then the guy's wife appeared. In real life she would have been pissed, I'm sure. But in bizarre porno world, she started taking off her clothes. I will not bother you with a blow-by-blow description. Suffice it to say, the maid had all three of her holes used, satisfied the wife orally and ended up taking a huge load on her face, which the wife was kind enough to lick off when they kissed. By the time the scene was over, my right hand had found its way under my skirt. Scene two had a variation on the same story line. No wife this time but the maid got spanked before going down on her employer. I was rubbing my clit through my thong with reckless abandon by the end of this scene. I was glad I was alone because I was building a up a nice orgasm. I don't think I could have done what I was doing if other people were in the room. Scene three brought a maid servicing the woman of the house. The woman also slipped on a strap-on and fucked the maid's ass. She had very long hair that whipped around with every thrust. It was amazingly artistic given the genre I was watching. With my right hand busy beneath my skirt, I grabbed my right breast with my left hand and gave it a loving squeeze. My legs were spread obscenely apart as I worked my fingers under my thong. I stopped briefly to look behind me to make sure nobody has snuck in. Thankfully still alone I peeled off the thong and tossed it in my purse. Then in a moment of daring, I slipped off my blouse, quickly removed my bra and then put my blouse back on. I felt so daring as my hard nipples grazed the smooth silk of my blouse. Nipple play always works for me and giving myself access in public was just the icing on the cake. I put my right leg up over the armrest and spread out to give my fingers better access to my pussy. I was also pinching my nipples through my blouse instead of just squeezing my breast. My clit was starting to pulsate, a sure sign of my impending orgasm, when I heard the lock on the door click. I quickly sat back upright and pulled my hand out from under my dress. I was breathing fast and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I heard movement a behind me. I was going to turn to look, when I saw Cecilia walk around the front row. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "One of my favorite couples stopped in. They were just shopping for toys, but I told them they would have an audience if they went in the theater. They like to be watched but will not pressure you to participate." I was a little stunned. I'd been very close to a big release, but that had now passed. I wasn't exactly pissed off, but I was disappointed. I even thought about switching to a private viewing booth so I could get off. I noticed Cecilia looking down at my boobs as she pulled away. "Somebody is having fun," she said as she reach out and massaged by swollen nipple though my blouse. And then she was gone. I heard the door open and shut again. My attention went back to the screen, but my thoughts were with the couple now sitting eight feet behind me. The action on the screen was now of a maid with three guys. She wasn't as attractive as the other women in the video, but that hardly mattered. At first she was kneeling with them forming a semi-circle around her head so she could blow and stroke all of them at the same time. It was smoking hot to watch her work them into a frenzy. My own arousal quickly returned. I slumped down in my chair. I knew each row was about 8 inches taller than the one in front of it and I wasn't sure how much of me the couple could see. I started rubbing my nipples through my blouse. Just slowly at first, but as I told you I have a thing for nipple play so soon I was being much more forceful pinching them and flicking them. I was then I heard a man moan. I had almost forgotten I wasn't alone again. My hands froze and during a brief silence as the girl on the screen changed positions to mount out one of her guys, I heard a guy's voice say, "That's it baby. Suck my cock." Reflexively I turned my head. I saw a young guy, probably about my age. I didn't see his partner. It was obvious where she was and what she was doing. He smiled at me. I think I managed a weak smile and then slumped down in my seat again. My pussy was demanding attention as I watched all three guys on the screen fuck the girl at the same time. I tried to be discrete, even though all I wanted to do was finger bang myself and rub my clit. As a result, I kind of teased myself. I was fighting the urge to moan. I wanted to get myself off so bad. But I just couldn't do it. Not in front of them. Then something strange happened. The screen suddenly had a dark silhouette covering most of the middle. It was in the shape of a woman and it started to move up and down. I turned back around and was greeted with the site of a beautiful young girl bouncing up and down on the guy's cock. "Don't turn around," she called out to me. "I'll like when people watch me fuck." I didn't turn around. In fact I twisted my body so I could have a better look. She was wearing a little crop top. She had tiny titties, but from what I could see, no bra and large, hard nipples. A fact that was confirmed as she lifted the base of her shirt when she knew she had my attention and then grabbed her tits pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "Don't you just love to get your nipples pinched when you ride a nice big cock?" she asked rhetorically. Of course I did like that, but I was more interested in her definition of a nice big cock. The guy didn't look that special, but I was only seeing him from the shoulders up. She beckoned to me to move closer. I threw caution to the wind and moved to the row in front of them. As I did I got a good view of the tiny micro-mini skirt she was wearing. I couldn't tell if she had on underwear or had just pulled them aside. It certainly would take little effort to get to her pussy. I also got a side glimpse of her partner's cock. I couldn't tell just how big it was, but I can say with certainty it was bigger than any I had enjoyed. The girl told me to stand in front of them and watch. She was still pinching her cute nipples and moaning very loudly. She sounded different from the moan track on the movie. I knew she wasn't faking. She asked me to pull out my breasts and play with my nipples too. Caught up in the moment, I unbuttoned my blouse. "My God they're beautiful," she said between moans. "I want to suck them. Please can I suck them?" What can I say? She asked nicely and said please. I leaned forward at the same time she did. She ended up sliding off his lap, but as her feet hit the floor and she bent forward he quickly stood up and slid his cock back into her. She grabbed both my boobs and began sucking back and forth between them. I felt my legs starting to go weak as the pleasure shot straight to my core. "Must have orgasm. Must have orgasm," I kept chanting silently to myself. I would have started fingering myself again, but the girl's body position kept me from getting my hands back on my pussy. I was starting to get a little frustrated about my lack of orgasm. The girl was doing a wonderful job suckling my nipples and that drives me crazy, but it doesn't get me over the edge. Just then the door opened and another guy walked in. He sat down at the end of my row. He was watching us intently as he pulled out his cock. It was good sized, not like my new friend fucking in front of me, but not bad. I was almost ready to admit to myself I was ready to slid my pussy on his cock and ride him until I came when the cutie in front of me suddenly screamed that she was cumming. It was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen as she howled in orgasm and buried his cock deep inside of her. She let go of my breasts and began pinching her nipples again. My attention was on her face and I could see her emotions playing out in front of me. Her partner had not cum yet (I know I was amazed he didn't pop when she did) and continued to hold her hips bouncing her up and down. And she continued cumming. The guy on my left was furiously stroking his cock. My pussy was demanding attention. I decided to fuck him. Sweet conservative Susan would never just grab a guy and fuck him. You had to put in the time with me. But this was different. My body had needs and a hard cock was available to fulfill them. I turned and started moving toward him. I don't know if I scared him or if he just had not cum for too long but before I reached him, a big thick load of cum shot from his cock onto his own chest and face. Damn him. He laughed a bit like that had been his plan as his cock went soft in his hand. I turned back to my couple and she had dismounted him and was sucking his cock again. If she was willing I would have fucked him instead, but all too soon he thrust his hips forward and I could tell he was filling her mouth with sweet cream. She offered to kiss me to thank me for helping her get off, but I really didn't want to taste what I had missed. Had she offered to eat my pussy and make me cum, I probably would have taken her up on her offer. But she didn't and I remained horny and unsatisfied. I left the theater before they did and walked back to the counter. "I'll still take that movie, Cecilia," I told her as I approach the counter. "It was exciting, but they left me high and dry." "I'm sorry," she said sounding genuine. Then she paused for a moment in thought. Then she put a stack of tokens on the counter. "Go in back to booth one. It's clean. Nobody has used it today. I keep it reserved for any women who come in. Give yourself a good one on the house." This visit was getting weirder and weirder. But my brain in its sexual haze was not about to turn down a chance to cum right then. I grabbed the tokens and headed for the video booths. Just before I reached the hallway leading to the video booths, Cecilia called out to me to stop. I turned to look at her and she was pulling apart the packaging on something. She walked over to me and handed me a small bullet vibrator. Winking at me, she said "Just between us girls." She then walked back to the counter. I was too far-gone in my arousal haze to thing anything happening in this store was strange anymore. I headed back to the booths. There were five of them. They each had a light above the door. The one above room three was lit. I assumed that meant it was occupied. I walked over to that door and could here a porno playing inside, but I couldn't hear the person. I was tempted to knock, assuming it was a guy, and ask him to fuck me. But I chickened out. I also saw an extra light above door five. I wondered what that was about, but since I was also anxious to get into room one, I didn't worry about it too much. I went into the room. I was happy to see there was a keylock on the door. I'm sure Cecilia had a master key, but at least random guys couldn't barge in on me. There was a wooden chair in the center of the room and a 40" TV behind a Plexiglas panel. There was also a control box that accepted the tokens and had a channel selector. I dropped in my first token and the screen sprang to life. Looking down at the chair I knew it wasn't sanitary, but at that moment I didn't care. I hiked up my skirt and sat down. I also looked at the bullet vibrator Cecilia had given me wondering if I should use it. The first video that came on was pretty vanilla so I hit the channel button hoping to find something a little more exciting. It turns out they had a pretty decent selection. Straight, lesbian, gay, fetish, group, public sex and the like. But the channel I stopped on had a girl kneeling on the floor with her arms bound behind her. She was a brunette with her hair in a pony tail. The thing that caught my eye though, was that she was blindfolded. She was on her knees with a muscular man standing in front of her with her ponytail wrapped through his fingers. Her mouth was bouncing up and down on his cock. I missed the beginning of the scene, but I imagined (because of the blindfold) that she didn't know the guy she was blowing. As I told you, I'm not fond of one-night stands. I want to know who is in my bed. But I found it very arousing that this girl not only may not know who owns the cock in her mouth, but may not have a choice in the matter. My fingers quickly found my clit again. It was still swollen from the abuse I gave it in the theater. This time with privacy I unbuttoned my blouse so I could tease my nipples as well. Unfortunately the timer ran out and I had to stop long enough to drop another token in the machine. When the screen came back on, the guy had unloaded on the brunette's face. That was another thing I wasn't keen about. I always told my boyfriends to either shoot in their condom or if I was feeling frisky, I would let them finish in my mouth. But never on my face. It was too humiliating. The next scene had a busty blonde as the main attraction. She was wearing a superhero costume. But apparently her superpowers were no match for her evil arch villain (a hot redhead wearing a latex catsuit) who managed to knock her out with some silly powder she blew in her face. OK, plotlines really were not their strong suit in these videos. But while it was stupid, the result was spectacular. The scene shifted to the blonde waking up and finding herself bound to a table. Her head was off the edge and tilting down while her ass hung over the other edge. Her arms and legs were bent down and tied to the legs of the table. She was spread open and unable to defend herself. The red haired villain appeared with two hunky guys wearing masks to hide their faces. The guys had their cocks sticking out of their tight black pants. The villain began stroking them. I figured she might blow them while the blonde watched, but they got hard pretty quick and move on to our bound heroine. Guy number one unceremonially impaled her on his cock. Her squeals were either pain or delight, but I am guessing the latter. The villain told guy number two to shut her up. He did this as I anticipated by filling her mouth with his cock. I decided it was time to try the bullet. I wish I could have told you it didn't make me orgasm just moments after I pressed it to my clit. But the progression of watching the maid movie, then the blowjob and finally a bound woman getting double-teamed and unable to defend herself was too stimulating to my libido. Also being in the dingy private room made me feel naughty. That added to my arousal. I yelled with pleasure as I climaxed. My legs pressed together trapping my hand and the vibrator between them. I bent over as my body convulsed in orgasm. It was a very nice orgasm. I turned off the bullet as my body began to calm down. The two big cocks were still abusing the blonde and the red headed villain seemed happy to be directing that action against her rival. I kind of expected the guys to switch off and fuck the red head, but instead the both blasted big loads of cum on the blonde's fake tits. A little more of the knock out dust calmed the blonde down and the title said to look for the continuing adventures of the series. I still had a couple of tokens and I contemplated watching another movie and trying to get off again, but I decided it was time to head home. I slipped the tokens into my purse with the thought of using them at the third store. Cecilia was smiling at me as I passed the counter. "Enjoy the show?" she asked. "You know I did," I replied. "Do you want the bullet back?" "No, that's yours," she told me. "Feel free to visit us again and bring it back. I may join you in the theater." I kind of laughed off her offer and moved toward the door. Then I remembered I wanted to rent the maid movie. I turned back to Cecilia and asked about it. "I figured after watching in the theater you wouldn't need to rent it. Let me pick out a different one for you." She opened a drawer with hundreds of DVDs in it. I watched as she picked out three. "You'll probably like these," she told me. "How many nights do you want them?" I thought for a moment. It was Thursday night and I didn't have plans. I could watch all three tonight and that would give me an excuse to come back tomorrow. "Just one night is fine," I told her. She told me to hand over $9, which I did happily. "Have them back by midnight tomorrow," she told me. "That's also when I get off." I just smiled at her double entendre. "What time do you start tomorrow?" I asked her. "3pm," she replied. I'm not sure why I asked that. I could return the movies to anyone. But I felt a connection with Cecilia. She seemed to be looking out for me. There was also part of me wanted to see her again. I left the store on a sexual high that did not abate by the time I got home. My body was still craving stimulation and I quickly took my clothes off when I walked into my apartment. As I plopped down in front of my TV with the remote in one hand and the bullet from Cecilia in the other I had mixed emotions. I loved the feeling of being naked. It was liberating, especially with the sense of anticipation I felt to see what movies she had picked out for me. But being alone at home also lacked the feeling of being naughty. There was something about masturbating while wearing my clothes with the risk of being caught that excited me. I was definitely opening up sexually. The old me, and by that I mean me from Tuesday, would have never dreamed of climaxing in a dirty little room with a borrowed vibrator. But here I was bemoaning the fact that I was about to masturbate alone at home instead of in semi-public. I tried to tell myself it was just because of the case and that things had gotten out of hand. But deep down I knew better. Tomorrow I would research the other store at lunch. But that was just an excuse. I'd never cum so hard as I did in the video booth and I wanted to experience that again. Adult Bookstore Attorney The movies Cecilia had picked out were definitely hard-core. One was a bondage flick without much sex. It was mainly women being punished although they did get happy endings thanks to a Hitachi Wand. I didn't understand why a woman would allow herself to be whipped. The bondage part was cool with me, but I would rather they just used the Hitachi on me and got down to business. The second movie was called "Working Girls." No it wasn't about prostitutes. All the women in the film were dressed in sexy work costumes (cop, nurse, maid, etc) at least for a few minutes before they got stripped down and really went to work. I enjoyed that film, even if it was fairly pedestrian. The guys were all handsome and well hung. The girls were, shall we say, expressive in their pleasure. I'd never been that attracted to women before, but I liked hearing them moan. I'm not naive enough to believe they really were cumming, but their sounds certainly helped me along my own orgasmic path. Before this afternoon I never considered the sound of sex a turn on. But after watching the girl in the theater fuck her boyfriend, and hearing the animalistic sounds she made, I was evolving my opinion. I came twice watching that film and except for a quick break for a glass of water, moved right on to movie three. The third movie was called Hot and Mean with some number after it. I'm glad I watched this after Working Girls. It was a lesbian flick (had I watched it first I probably would have dismissed it) but after a couple orgasms and with a throbbing pussy I was more open to the subject matter. There were five scenes of women being very forceful in fucking another woman. It wasn't a bondage flick, but one of the girls was definitely in charge of the other. In one of the scenes it was two women in charge of the third. I admit that made me squirm as I pictured myself in the roll of the innocent girl being taken by the more experienced older women. I used the bullet on my clit, but the battery was getting low so I paused the movie and ran to the bedroom to grab my vibe. I put some fresh batteries in it and went to town on my pussy. In each scene, the dominant woman fucked her partner with a strap-on. I'd never seen that before and it excited me. I liked the idea of being able to pick your dick size and never having to worry about it going soft. I found myself moving into the same position the girl receiving the fucking was in and sliding my vibe in and out of my pussy. I came every time the girl on screen did. By the time that movie ended two hours later, I was worn out. I'd cum at least seven times by my count and my pussy was sore. But I was happy. My pussy was still throbbing and demanding attention, but I was too tired to do anything about it. I just crawled into bed and I fell asleep knowing tomorrow was another day of research. After all, I was just doing my job. The next morning I dressed in another typical skirt and blouse combination for work. But this time I put stockings on as well and wore heels a little higher than usual. I was looking forward to returning the movies. I also planned on stopping at the third store and checking it out. I went there about 11am. I figured it wouldn't be crowded but there were several greasy looking truck drivers looking at the magazines. This store was definitely the dirtiest of the three. I felt like I really stood out in my professional clothes. The girl who was working the desk had a nametag that said Jacqui. She was definitely younger than Cecilia and looked like a punk rocker. She had very short black hair, wore a wife beater shirt, torn jean and had several body piercings visible. She had tiny breasts and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't really need one, except to hide the fact that her piercings continued to her nipples. I could clearly see the outline of hoops hanging off her erect nipples. Although her jeans hid it, I would not have been surprised if her labia were adorned with jewelry as well. When she said hello to me I saw she had a post through her tongue. To me, she didn't have a good look, but I tried not to judge her and returned her greeting. She asked what I was looking for and if I needed any help. Originally I had planned to visit the private booths for another session with the fresh batteried bullet. But given the clientele walking around and the unsafe feeling I was getting from this store, I changed my mind. I told her I was just looking for a DVD to rent for the weekend. She pointed me toward the area with the rental movie cases. I thanked her and headed to them. I could feel the eyes of the men on me as I looked through the movie selection. I felt embarrassed to have them staring at me as just a sex object. I'm sure the lot lizards they encounter on the road did not look as sexy as me. They probably thought they had a shot as me since I was in this grungy store. But that wasn't going to happen. I quickly picked out four movies. There were two bondage themed videos (they looked like softer bondage compared to the one Cecilia gave me where the women got fucked after a light punishment) and two additional lesbian strap-on titles. Since that was my favorite from what Cecilia gave me I figured I'd try a couple of more. Jacqui quickly rang me up. After I gave her my drivers' license and credit card she noticed I had three movies out from the other store. I had not considered they shared a computer system. She said I could return the movies here if I wanted and she would make sure they got to the other store later. I made up the excuse that I didn't have them with me (a lie since they were in the car) and that I would return them later today. The truth was I wanted an excuse to see Cecilia later after 3pm. Jacqui seemed unfazed and told me I can return the others to any of the three stores. I rented them for 3 nights so I could watch them all weekend. She also told me they have a rental membership plan where for $20 a month I can rent for half price and also get a discount in the movie booths and theaters. The plan also has a membership card so I don't have to show my ID and credit card every time. I told her I would think about it and hurried back to my car. $20 per month seemed like a lot unless I was renting a lot of movies or hanging out at the theater. I figured after the case was over I'd never be back to these stores. But as I looked down at the movies sitting on the passenger seat my pussy started to moisten, so who knows. The afternoon in the office crawled by. I didn't want to arrive at the store right at 3 and look too anxious, but I didn't want to go too late and let it get crowded either. Of course a last minute conference call through my schedule off and I ended up arriving at 4pm. Cecilia welcomed me and took my movies. She smiled and said there was a cute couple in the theater if I wanted to join them. I would have preferred to have been alone, but Cecilia said the girl looked nervous about being here and that my presence might let her calm down and enjoy herself. I didn't thing that was a particularly good plan, but since I had been nervous yesterday I could relate. Cecilia offered me another free entrance to the theater so I agreed. If nothing else I could just watch the flick and get ready for the private booth. She smiled as she said that. When I walked into the theater, I noticed that the couple Cecilia told me about was sitting in the back corner. My eyes had not adjusted yet so I could make out much detail, but it looked like the girl was giving him a hand job. Ah, kids, I thought. I made my way down to the front row just like yesterday. I was already slick with anticipation and had left my bra in the car so I was ready to go. I didn't start playing with myself right away because I wasn't sure about the other couple. But soon after I arrived I heard a grunt from behind me and soon after that they left. I guess he had popped his nut. I wondered if he had taken care of her already. My guess was no, but that she was probably too nervous to do anything in public. Given that I now had the theater to myself, that wasn't an issue for me. I pulled the bullet out of my purse and turned it on. I sounded louder than I remember, but as I pressed it hard against my wet panty covered slit, the sound became muffled. It felt so good to have the bullet buzzing against my clit. There was a taboo thrill about doing this in semi-public that being naked at home couldn't match. Soon I could feel my body responding to the stimulation in a most happy way. I was determined to orgasm in the theater today instead of chickening out the way I had yesterday. I didn't even bother to turn my head and look when the door opened again. If somebody heard me cum, then so be it. That thought sent a shiver of arousal through my body. I reached up and started pinching my nipple. I turns out it was Cecilia who came in. She walked up to the front row and sat down next to me. I immediately dropped my breast, pulled the bullet off my pussy and turned it off. "Don't stop on my account sexy," she said. "Jim is watching the store. I'm on break." "No, that's OK," I told her. "I can wait." I probably should have asked who Jim was, but I didn't think of it at the time. She smiled at me. "I don't think so baby," she replied. I was in a state of shock as she leaned over and slid her hand under my skirt. "Wearing panties?" she said quizzically. "That's not how a nasty girl acts in an adult theater." She started rubbing my pussy through the wet material. "At least they are soaking," she continued. "That's a start. Stand up and take them off." Her command was strangely hypnotic to me and I hesitated only a moment before standing up and sliding my panties to the floor. I started to bend over to retrieve them but she told me to leave them there. I sat back down in the chair and her hand quickly found its way back under my skirt. "Much better," she cooed as her fingers found my engorged clit. I squirmed in my seat as a rush of adrenaline coursed through my body. "I noticed you didn't have a bra on when you came in," she said as she reached out with her other hand and began unbuttoning my blouse. "I bet your nipples are very sensitive." She pinched the left one hard as if to double-check her theory. My moan was confirmation that a little pain was sending pleasure signals to my rapidly leaking pussy. "I knew yesterday that you were naughty girl. Did you get off yet before I came in?" I shook my head. It would only be a matter of moments before that would happen though. Her fingers were like magic on my body. "What about last night? How many times did you cum watching the movies?" I was breathing hard and struggling to answer her. "Um, three or four times, I think," I said in a gasp and she pushed two fingers into my pussy without warning. "I bet it was at least twice that number," she commented while staring deep into my eyes. "Tell me the truth..." I leaned my head back against the seat and thrust my breasts out to her. I was so close to cumming. "Yes, it was at least six. Maybe even seven. I dreamed of you last night too." "Of course you did baby. I know how you need to be treated." She pulled her hand off my nipple and used it to lift my skirt. She then replaced her thumb, which had been massaging my clit, with her other hand and began rubbing very quickly back and forth. She also began finger banging me much harder. I squealed in delight. "Don't cum just yet. I want to find your g-spot," she warned me. It wasn't easy. I was starting to hyperventilate and was getting dizzy. I felt her fingers curl upward and start tapping an area inside me underneath my clit. "Don't do that, I moaned. "I feel like I'm going to piss!" "No you're not. You're going to squirt," she told me matter-of-factly. "Which movie got you off the hardest last night?" Between ragged breaths I managed to tell her the strap-on movie. "I thought it might," she replied. "What about the bondage movie?" I was struggling not to cum, although I don't know why I was trying not to. "I liked that too, but I prefer when the girl get's fucked at the end." I was completely lost in lust as she put more pressure on my clit. "Do you want me to fuck you with a strap-on so you can experience it? I can tie you up as well." "Oh, my God, yes," I screamed. It was like a mental barrier had been broken. That sounded like the best thing ever. I was instantly consumed by a massive orgasm and yes, I did squirt for the first time. "That's it baby, ride my fingers," Cecilia cheered me on. "Your pussy is grabbing them hard. I can tell you have not had too many huge cocks up here. I can't wait to fuck you." I was lost in the moment. I could feel my thighs and legs being soaked with my juice and my eyes could not focus on either the screen or Cecilia. Throughout she kept rubbing my clit and I kept cumming. She finally pulled her fingers out of my pussy and held them up to the light of the projector. "That was amazing," she said before she began to lick my taste off her digits. I was still breathing hard as I slumped in the chair unable to move or respond. "Your skirt is soaked. I'll hang it up for you to dry." I hardly noticed as she put her hands on my hips and helped pull my skirt off my legs. I was relishing the afterglow of another massive orgasm as she pushed two fingers inside of me again and then put them in her mouth. "You taste so good," she commented. That was not a comment I had received before. Then she told me to "get up on and turn around." I didn't want to stand up because I was still dizzy after my climax, but I did. I half expected a theater full of people who snuck in when she came in, but it was still empty. As I stood she spun me around and pushed me back on the seat. My knees could feel my squirt on the leather chair. I lowered my head and rested it on the back of the chair. I felt Cecilia slide her fingers back inside of me. She apparently likes to finger-fuck and I wasn't about to tell her to stop. "Such a nice pussy," she continued to complement me. "A nice ass too," she said as she gave my butt a firm squeeze. "I bet your butthole is even tighter that your cunt." I didn't like her using that word. It was vulgar. But given what I just did, instead of objecting I just agreed with her. I was feeling very compliant at that moment not caring where I was or that a stranger had just brought me off so well. I felt her take my right wrist in her hand and pull it behind my back. As she held it there she did the same with the left. "Pull your butt cheeks apart baby. Show me your back door." Just like how yesterday I would have never imagined masturbating in the viewing booth until I did it, two days ago I never would have believed I would spread my cheeks so another woman could look at my ass. Even more amazing was I did it without giving it a second thought. It seemed natural to do whatever she told me. I felt her slid a finger back into my pussy. I purred contentedly. She then pulled it out and pressed it against my asshole. "Ever been fucked in the ass?" she asked. Her tone was a bit more demanding than it had been. "No," I replied truthfully. "What about fingers or toys," she said as she began pushing her finger forward. I clenched in reply. "Obviously the answer is no," she said. "Just relax. Let me in." She began to wiggle her finger a little. I tried to relax by sphincter. As relaxed as the rest of my body was you would think she could have slid her finger in easily. But that wasn't the case. "We'll have to work on that," she said as she pulled her finger back away. I dropped my butt checks in response. "No, keep them spread," she said to me as she slapped my right ass cheek. "I didn't say to drop them." Quickly I grabbed them again and spread them even wider this time. It was humiliating, but also exciting. I was true I had never had anal sex, but some of my girlfriends had (not to mention the slutty paralegals talking about it) and they all said it felt great once you got over the initial shock. I had not noticed that Cecilia had brought in a little purse, but as I turned my head to look at her when I realized she wasn't touching me any more, I saw her pull out a small tube. The cool gel was applied to my spread hole. She smeared it around with her finger and then pushed her finger in my butt again. I still clenched, but this time with the lube generously applied, she was successful at penetrating my ass. "You need to learn to relax. My finger is one thing, but a plug or cock is really going to hurt you." Her finger was hurting enough. I couldn't imagine something thicker. She began to slide her finger in and out. Every few strokes she would pull out and drip a little more lube on her finger. Each time her finger slid in a little easier. Then she stopped and reached into her bag. "I'm going to put a plug in you. It's going to hurt going in. But it has to be done." I should have protested that it didn't have to be done. Hell I could have just stood up and left. But instead I just continued to kneel over the seat with my ass pushed out in her face. I felt something hard press against my holiest of holes. I gritted my teeth as she pushed. It felt huge. It was easily four times wider than her finger. I felt like I was taking a massive dump as my hole stretched to accommodate it. "Almost done," she cooed. "You're doing fine." I started breathing faster instead of relaxing. This was pure agony. "Just a little more," she told me and then my ass snapped shut. The plug was tapered and my sphincter closed around the narrow end trapping it. Now I just felt fuller than I'd ever felt before. Cecilia rubbed my ass moving over the plug. "We'll leave that in for a while and let your body become accustomed to it." I was ready to tell her she was crazy, but I didn't stop spreading my cheeks for her. She reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit again. That was much better as far as I was concerned. "Soon you will find you'll orgasm better with your ass full. And if your lucky enough to have both your pussy and ass stuffed, that's the best." I'd seen that in the movies I'd watched. I figured it was just the actress faking, but maybe Cecilia was right. There was something strangely exciting about being plugged. She stopped rubbing my clit and went back to the bag. Before I realized what she was doing, I felt the cold steel of a handcuff wrapping around my left wrist. Instinctively I started to pull my arms away. She didn't try to grab them. Instead she swatted my ass again. Then she slid a finger back into my pussy. She didn't say a word, but somehow I knew she was telling me to accept the handcuffs or our playtime was over. I wasn't ready to quit just yet. Not by a long shot actually. So I meekly put my arms back behind my back and a few seconds later I was her prisoner. She told me to stand back up and then to sit down facing forward. I did so with questioning her. I watched as she retrieved the bullet and turned it on. Of course there was no resistance when she slid it into my pussy. "I have to get back to work. You just sit here and enjoy the next movie. I want you to be sure that bullet stays inside of you so the noise doesn't disturb the other patrons." I wanted to tell her I couldn't do that without the use of my hands, but I assumed that was part of her game. I'd have to concentrate to make sure it didn't squirt out of me. She then unbuttoned my blouse completely and spread it open exposing my breasts. She let me keep my single article of clothing, not that it was covering much. In fact I felt more exposed than it I was naked. She then gave me a very passionate kiss before picking up my skirt and walking out of the theater. I was alone, bound, plugged and buzzing away as another lesbian strap-on movie started. She was obviously torturing me trying to drive me crazy with lust since she had promised to do the same thing to me that I was watching on the screen. Of course I was happy too as more juice leaked out of my pussy. Now I just had to keep that damned bullet from falling out. Adult Bookstore Attorney I watched the first scene as the bullet began to bring my arousal back up. Then I heard the door. I wondered if it was Cecilia returning to fuck me. Instead I saw three silhouettes cross the screen. It looked like a woman between two men sitting in the back row. I tried to remain silent so they wouldn't realize I was there. The woman was not quiet though. She told her friends to get their cocks out. I could only imaging what she was doing. She appeared to be sitting between them, so I assumed she was stroking both their cock. I wondered if they would fuck her. Or at least if she would blow them. Were they fingering her while she got them hard? I struggled to hear them over the sound of the movie. I was hardly paying attention to the screen. I was much more focused on the sounds of the action behind me and the insistent buzz in my pussy. As my arousal built I let a little moan slip past my lips. But thankfully it mixed with the soundtrack of the movie. Soon after I saw the silhouette of the woman stand up and bend over the seat in front of her. I slumped down in my seat just a little as another shadow, the man on her left, stood up and moved behind her. Her moans did not mix with the soundtrack. Her sounds were much more immediate as he penetrated her from behind. That was not what I needed if I hoped to remain hidden. With the bullet doing its job, the video filling my field of vision and the moans of this mystery woman echoing off the walls, another noisy orgasm was building inside of me. I could fell my wetness on my thighs and I was struggling to keep the bullet inside of my and relatively quiet. After a particularly vocal exclamation of pleasure, the woman called out "switch!" I saw the shadow of the man on her right stand up as the other guy sat back down. I heard her grown and my own pussy contracted in sympathy with her as he slid is cock into her. My moment of distraction proved costly as the bullet slid out of my pussy. Its noise, now magnified, echoed through my ears and I'm sure through the theater. For some reason, I tried to scoot down to capture it again. I guess it was a reflex action because without my hands there was no way I was going to insert the slippery cylinder back into my sopping pussy. The result was I pushed it off the chair and onto the floor. If the vibrating noise had not been heard before, it was now magnified on the tile. Almost immediately I heard a three voice chorus of "what the fuck?" The two that were fucking stopped momentarily, their shadows not moving. Left side guy, however, stood up again and I could see him walk toward the end of the row. It would only be a couple of seconds before he was standing in front of me, his hard cock right at mouth level and his eyes staring at my unprotected tits. "Who's down there," I heard the woman call out. "I don't know," he responded. "Some hot naked chick. What's your name darling?" "Susan," I told him. Then for some reason, maybe because the loud buzzing on the tile was embarrassing I said, "can you retrieve that for me?" I regretted saying that immediately. But he didn't seem to mind. He bent over and picked up the bullet. Holding it up in front of my face he asked if I wanted to clean it. Honestly I didn't want it back inside of me after it had been on the floor, but I was worried if I said no, he would just put it back in me. I decided to ask him to just turn it off and put it in my purse. He seemed confused at first, but I rolled to my side to show him the handcuffs and then he understood. "We've got a live one," he called out to her friends. "Not only is she almost naked, her arms are cuffed behind her back. Let's have some fun." I started to shake my head, but I was in no condition to protest. He simply reached out and grabbed my hair pulling me toward his cock. I knew better than to resist and quickly it slid past my lips. It wasn't huge, but it tasted nice as his friend's pussy juice had coated it. He wasn't rough. I kind of expected him to fuck my face. Truthfully, I probably would have enjoyed that more, but instead it just slowly pushed it in and pulled it out of my mouth. I wondered if he was trying to save himself for his lady friend. Speaking of the other two people, they resumed fucking as if nothing strange was going on. The woman was even more vocal. I think she liked having someone else in the room, even if I couldn't see her. This went on for a couple of minutes until I heard her yell "switch" again. The guy in my mouth pulled out. But he didn't move away. Instead the other two people joined him. The woman sat down next to me and spread her legs over the armrests. She was a bit pudgy, but she had huge tits and from what I could see, a very hairy pussy. I didn't think she was attractive, but then again neither were the guys so I'm sure they did not want to turn down free pussy. The woman definitely was in charge of them as guy number 2 asked if it was OK to fuck me (it must have been a dream for him to have someone as attractive as me) but she said no. He sounded disappointed. I was too. She told him to just jerk off on me. From what I could tell she enjoyed having power of the men and in this instance, power over me. Without my hands free, there was nothing I could do except sit there while the guy pulled his pud in front of me. "Can she lick my balls?" he asked the woman. Although that sounded revolting given how unkempt he appeared in the low light, I wasn't surprised when she said, "sure, teabag the bitch." With the woman screaming in orgasm as her guy plowed her pussy, guy number two pulled his cock back and pushed his balls into my mouth. I love the smell of ball sweat and this guy was pungent. After fucking his friend, his nuts were ripe. I wasn't about to cum since I'd lost the bullet, but his smell was arousing nonetheless. I gobbled his sack with abandon as the other guy shouted "I'm cumming" and creampied his lady. Apparently that was enough for the guy straddling my face. He pulled back (with a nice pop from my mouth) and furiously stroked his cock. He took aim at my face for the first blast and then aimed lower depositing a substantial load on my chest. He then sat down apparently exhausted. The other guy wasn't so ready to give up. He stood up and stroked himself trying not to lose his erection after popping his nut. The woman stood up too. "He shoots a runny mess," she told me before straddling my chair. I was looking up at her thick matted coochie as cum started dripping out of her pussy and dropping onto me. She reached down and tried to squeeze a few extra drops from her well-used snatch. She then leaned forward and pressed her pussy onto my face. "Clean me out bitch," she commanded. I was far from enthralled at licking his cum out of her pussy. She did not turn me on in the least. Not like Cecilia did. I think I would have even rather eat Jacqui than this woman. Her pussy was not fresh and his jizz was bitter. But my own pussy didn't seem to care. As I was quickly learning, the simple act of submission can be a huge turn on. It didn't matter that I would not have chosen any of these three as a partner. What mattered was I didn't have a choice to be with them. That was exciting. The woman laughed at me as she climbed off my face, apparently satisfied that I had done a good job. The second guy was still jerking his cock trying to coax another load out of his balls. He looked at me for inspiration. Without thinking, I just said, "fuck me." I doubt his lady was too happy with the competition, but I didn't care. Apparently he didn't either. He moved in front of me and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He then exclaimed, "damn, her ass if plugged." His dick was a little bigger than his partner's and I wondered if he was going to pull the plug out and take my anal cherry. I wasn't about to offer that to him, but I remember thinking, "a real man wouldn't ask. He would just take it." But he didn't. He just slid his cockhead up and down my slit a couple of times and then pressed it home in one stroke. He did comment how tight I was, much to his woman's chagrin I'm sure, and he quickly build up a rhythm claiming my pussy as his own. This was the first time I was fucked while wearing the plug and I must say it felt great. Cecilia was right about feeling full. Even though this guy's cock was nothing to write home about, with my ass full, there was less room for him and every thrush caused me to shake in pleasure. Soon I was cheering him one to "fuck me harder" and to "give it to me you bastard!" I'd never yelled at a partner like that before. I wasn't sure where those words came from, but I felt a surge of arousal as I said them. I felt like a dirty whore cumming on his cock in that theater. The first load of cum from his partner and from her pussy had dried on my chest and face as my body convulsed and he kept pounding me. They may have been an ugly threesome, but I can't complain about what they did to me. It wasn't long after I started cumming (and my pussy really clamped down on his cock) that he pulled out and shot a runny load onto my overheated body. I doubt it was equal in quantity that he shot up his lady's snatch, but it was enough to make me a mess. The left me slumped down in the chair, still naked (or nearly so) but now I was cover in cum. I'd never felt so dirty or embarrassed. But I also never felt so sexually alive. I wondered if Cecilia was going to leave me here much longer. Fortunately that question was answered a few minutes later when she appeared. She was smiling, of course. She was also holding a collar with a leash attached. I remained slumped in the chair as Cecilia attached the collar around my neck. She didn't say a word and I didn't ask any questions. I felt my free will draining from my body as she tugged on the leash indicating I should follow her. She led me to the door. As she opened it and the bright lights of the store hit my face, I pulled back snapping the leash taught. Cecilia scowled at me. She had perhaps a foot of the leash slacked past her hand and she quickly swung it using it as a whip against my left breast. It stung and caused me to cry out in pain. "Shut up slut," she commanded. "You know you want this. I'm escorting you to the private booth whether I have to drag you or not. I suggest you cooperate." Without waiting for a response, she started walking again. After another tug on the leash I began to follow. How can I describe the humiliation I felt at that moment? Here I was a high-class lawyer walking naked with cum drying on my tits through an adult bookstore. Only yesterday I had walked in here a normal woman. Yet Cecilia was right. I did want this. Even if my brain was playing catch up, the excitement I felt in my body was telling me this was where I belonged. It was late afternoon by now and the store was more crowded. There were probably eight guys watching me cross the forty feet to the private booth hallway. It was obvious I'd just had sex and I'm sure they were wondering if they had a shot with me. My entire body was flush. I could feel the heat rising off my skin. My knees weakened as I realized what I must look like to them. Gone was the take-charge woman who always got what she wanted. Although the walk of shame only took twenty seconds or so, that was long enough for my brain to flashback through my entire life since puberty. I remembered all the failed relationships and the unsatisfying sexual encounters. Nothing compared to the arousal I felt the last two days in the bookstore. My subconscious was actively trying to reprogram my conscious mind into thinking this was normal. That it was OK to be treated this way. Treated as a sexual object to be used at the whim of others. Of course the logical, college educated side of my brain thought I was crazy for enjoying this. But that side of my brain was losing the argument. As I followed Cecilia, I certainly could have broken free. It would have been embarrassing, but I'm sure one of the guys would have helped me with the handcuffs and somehow I could have gotten my skirt back. But I didn't. I meekly allowed myself to be led to the back. Four of the five booths were occupied and two guys were standing around waiting. Surprisingly they didn't look shocked as we turned the corner. Maybe this kind of thing happens on the weekends here. One of the guys asked if booth six would be open later. Cecilia responded, "we'll see," and unlocked booth one. I was confused because I'd only seen five booths, although there was a sixth light. But I didn't have time to dwell on it. Cecilia pushed me into the tiny room. The chair from yesterday had been replaced with a tall bar stool. She had obviously prepared for me. In the center of the chair, a circular cutout housed the business end of a Hitachi Wand. Although I had never used one, I knew about them from the videos I'd been watching. My mouth started to drool a bit at the thought of sitting on the powerful spherical head. Attached to the sides of the stool were leather straps. Cecilia obviously had plans for me beyond the handcuffs. "You're going to let me bind you to this stool because you need to know what it feels like to submit to me," she told me. "You were a good girl walking through the store. But that was just the beginning. I've got a couple of movies to show you. Afterwards you will either pledge yourself to me or I will give you your clothes and you will walk out and never come back. I expect complete loyalty of my subs. If you choose that life you will experience sexual excitement you have never know. I am a strict Mistress and you will be punished when you make mistakes. But I can also be tender and will reward you with pleasure. The decision will be yours. Now hop up on the stool." My mind was reeling, but my body reacted immediately and moved toward the stool. Without my hands, she had to help me up. Of course that gave her a chance to give my breasts a good squeeze and my nipples a good pinch. But I didn't mind. Once I was firmly seated with the Hitachi between my legs. Cecilia made quick work of strapping my thighs and ankles to the stool. She then turned the Hitachi on low. A dull buzz filled the room. My labia began vibrating. Then I realized, in this position, the head was not hitting my clitoris. I looked at Cecilia. Her eyes show no empathy. She walked out of the booth without turning the Hitachi on high. She flicked off the lights and opened the door. I heard a catcall from one of the guys waiting for his booth. I burned in shame. I heard the door shut and lock. I was alone. How long did she leave me there? I don't know. I quickly lost track of time. I could hear the sounds of the movies playing in the other booths, but they seemed distant and from another place in time. All I could focus on was the buzzing between my legs and the growing need to climax. A need I knew would not be fulfilled any time soon. Cecilia had captured my body. Actually I had surrendered my body. But now she was capturing my mind. I knew this test was designed to break my spirit. To make me accept her as my Mistress. It was one thing to allow someone to handcuff you in the heat of passion. I was quite another to willingly pledge yourself to obey her future whims and commands. But that was the position I found myself in. Alone in the dark and being teased to the edge of sanity, I had to decide to give myself to her. If I did, I didn't have a clue how I could work on this case without a conflict of interest. But if I gave up the case (especially if I had to explain why) would I be fired? Or would the partners use the information against me in a more personal fashion? I was trying to think of a way out of my predicament. The obvious answer was to turn down Cecilia. To go back to my old life until after the case was over. Then maybe I could find somebody else who knew my needs so well and could take care of them. Although I didn't like that conclusion, my logical mind knew that was the only one I could make. Maybe even Cecilia would be willing to take me back. Now I had to concentrate on the physical needs my body was craving. The hard stool had not let me forget my ass was still plugged. Any movement I made reminded me of that fact. I tried to wiggle on the stool enough to get some vibrations on my clit, but it was no use. Each time I started to get close to that position, I felt my balance starting to wane and I was afraid I would tip over. Unable to defend myself, the fall onto the concrete floor would have been more painful than being teased by this infernal vibrator. It was at this point that the TV turned on. Was there no end to the teasing Cecilia had in store for me? I had no doubt she would show me something to make me want to submit to her. In fact, she did that and more. But I was very surprised at the content. The video was homemade. It looked like it was in an office. It was a messy office with boxes and DVDs scattered about. I quickly assumed it was the office for the store. A leather clad Cecilia appeared in the frame. She was wearing a corset, stockings and thigh high boots with stiletto heels. She was holding a riding crop. But my eyes were focused on none of those things beyond noticing them. Because the last thing I saw was a large black dildo strapped around her waist. She stared into the camera and spoke to me. "Susan, by now you have probably decided not to accept your proper position kneeling at my feet. You see I know you better than you know yourself. I see women come in here every week looking for a little fun and excitement. Some find it for a few days. Some are too uptight and never are able to let go. But you are different. Some people have gaydar and can spot a homosexual a mile away. I have subdar. I can tell you crave to submit to someone. The way you dress is very professional. No doubt you work in an office and probably have a stressful job. You need to break free of the shackles you already wear in your business and personal life. You need to accept in your mind what your physical body is already telling you. I imagine you have been trying to hump my tease chair, but can't get yourself off. That's too bad. I told you that you would be punished if the bullet slipped out of your pussy. The next time I allow you some pleasure may be a while. Maybe by then you will learn take more care of my toys and to enjoy my gifts." I couldn't believe how well she knew me after just two days. My mouth was watering at the site of her strap-on. I wanted to drop to my knees and put it in my mouth. Unlike the guy in the theater, I'm sure she would have fucked me with it. My pussy contracted at the thought of her splitting me open. My body began to push my logical thoughts out of the way as I started to remember the pleasures she had already brought me. Then Jacqui walked into the frame. She was not dressed in leather, except for the collar she wore. Like me, her hands were cuffed behind her back. I was correct in assuming her piercings had not all been visible when I met her. Cecilia pointed toward the floor and Jacqui immediately dropped to her knees. Cecilia spoke to me again as Jacqui started sucking on the strap-on. She told me she knew the strap-on video was my favorite and that she knew I wanted her to fuck me. She told me she was going to fuck my pussy and then pop the plug out and fuck my ass. She said she would demonstrate on Jacqui to help me decide to accept my new position. How I wished the damn Hitachi wasn't just teasing me. I watched as Cecilia positioned Jacqui facing the camera while she took her from behind. Jacqui was leaning over while Cecilia held her head up by grabbing her collar. I couldn't see the dildo going into her pussy, but I could tell by the look on Jacqui's face and the bounce her body made toward the camera with each thrust that she was loving the treatment. Cecilia was relentless. She fucked Jacqui hard for close to ten minutes before Jacqui began to beg her for permission to cum. But Mistress Cecilia was having none of that. "Not until I fuck your ass baby," she hissed. Jacqui groaned. Adult Bookstore Attorney I could tell Cecilia pulled out. The look on Jacqui's face was either relief or fear. I wasn't sure which. Cecilia let go of Jacqui's collar and she fell forward with her face on the floor and her ass up. She didn't move out of that position. Cecilia stood up. The dildo glistened with Jacqui's juices. She walked out of frame for a moment. When she came back she had a large bottle of lube that she began to pour between Jacqui's ass cheeks. She also poured some on her hand and stroked her fake cock. She then reached for a Hitachi. I wondered if it was the same one I was now sitting on. She pressed the strap-on against the defenseless Jacqui's asshole. I was shocked how easily it slid inside. Unlike me, Jacqui was obviously no stranger to getting fucked in the ass. She didn't groan or cry out in pain. She started to purr. She obviously liked it. No, I misspoke. She loved it. "Yessss Mistress. Fuck my ass like the dirty slut I am," Jacquie cried out. "Is Susan going to be my sister sub?" she asked. "She's so cute. I wanted to eat her pussy so badly when she came into the shop this morning." I had assumed this video was made last night. But it must have been made this afternoon. I began to wonder if Jacqui was in the store right now. Was Cecilia fucking her while I was sitting here in the dark? Was she fucking her right now and streaming the action to me? On screen, Mistress Cecilia did not answer the question. Instead she turned on the Hitachi (on high, lucky girl) and reached it under Jacqui's body. She also stopped thrusting. "Fuck yourself back on my cock, bitch, and I'll hold this where you want it." Again Jacqui wasted no time complying. My own pussy squeezed tight imagining how good it must feel to have the toy directly on my clit while being fucked at the same time. Almost as quickly, Jacqui again begged for permission to cum. It was obvious she was struggling to hold off until her mistress gave her permission. Cecilia looked at the camera again. "She what a good sub she is, Susan. She does what she is told, fucks who I tell her to fuck, pleasures me when I tell her to pleasure me and is rewarded when I decide to reward her. Go ahead slave, cum for your Mistress. Cum for Susan. Show her how a good girl is rewarded." Watching Jacqui convulse while riding the fake dick was the most erotic thing I had ever scene. My own ass clamped down on the plug. I bounced just a bit, as safely as I could, to force the plug deeper into my rectum trying to feel at least a little of what she was feeling. Her orgasm went on and on. She kept fucking herself back onto her Mistress' cock and Cecilia kept holding the Hitachi against her clit. It seemed to last forever before Jacqui finally collapsed to the floor. I was panting and sweating in sympathy with her, although my own arousal had no such release. Instead of pleasure, my Hitachi was just bringing torment. After Jacqui's orgasm subsided the screen when blank, but just for a few seconds. The image that appeared was one that was very familiar to me. Not because I had seen the video before, but because it was me. More specifically it was me in the theater yesterday as I sat in the chair masturbating. Apparently there is a low light camera mounted in the front wall because I was perfectly framed in the seat Cecilia had positioned me in. I could feel the blood drain from my face as I realized the power she now held over me. Thankfully my actions in the back row were not as visible, but there was no doubt I could be recognized when sitting in front. I thought back to what happened earlier today and I'm sure she had video of that as well. I wasn't too surprised when the video shifted to my masturbating yesterday in the very booth I was sitting in right now. She would also have video of me tied up humping the stool. I was completely undone. Even if I could convince the partners to take me off this case because I was uncomfortable with this kind of business, if they ever saw this video I'd probably be disbarred. My career as a lawyer would be over and my dreams of power and success would be gone. I started to cry. The video continued until after I brought myself off. My legs were spread obscenely as my fingers worked my pussy and I held the bullet tight against my clit. I tried not to watch my own debasement, but it was strangely captivating. When it was over, the screen went blank again. I was left in the dark. The sound of the Hitachi rang in my ears. The moaning from the other booths continued to sound far away and distance. I was alone with my thoughts and I was scared. Again I lost track of time. I didn't know how long it was before I heard the door unlock and the lights turn on. Cecilia shut the door and then unbound my legs and feet. She then turned off the Hitachi and helped me off the stool. "Are you ready to crawl to the office and begin your life as my slave?" she asked. They were the first words she spoke since coming back into the room. "Yes Mistress," I replied. The words flowed so easily and I felt at ease at last.