29 comments/ 31847 views/ 50 favorites Cyber Mittens By: FeatherWatt Samantha: Hello again, gentle reader! Nina: Hi there! Samantha: Sam and Nina here! In our customary positions! Nina: For the uninitiated, that means a brief chat session before we get to the actual story, both of us on laptops. I'm butt-naked on the floor, and Sam's machine is perched precariously on my back. Samantha: For the extra-uninitiated, the rules are... oh, go and read Mittens and Schrödinger's Mittens, it'll explain why Nina actually types out her protestations to my hairbrush-spanks. Nina: If you're just looking to get off, you don't need to read the first two stories. Nina: But you'll enjoy this one much more if you do. Samantha: Hell, go and read the first two stories especially if you're just looking to get off. Samantha: Anyway, here we are, to do the introduction to... Samantha: NINA. Nina: Yes, mistress? Nina: OW! Hey, what was that for?! Samantha: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CALL THIS. Nina: I call it "Cyber Mittens!" :D Samantha: So, not High-Voltage Mittens, then. Nina: Um... Samantha: See, now I'm gonna have to use the hairbrush. Nina: :( Samantha: DO Nina: ow Samantha: YOU Nina: OW! Samantha: REALIZE Nina: aaaahahahowww! Samantha: HOW LONG Nina: aaaaaah! Samantha: OUR READERS Nina: Ohhhhoh, oh, oh, my poor bottom! Samantha: HAVE BEEN WAITING Nina: I'm sorry, mistress! Samantha: FOR HIGH Nina: OW! Samantha: VOLTAGE Nina: OOOWWWWW YIKES Nina: ... Nina: ...mistress? Samantha: Wait for it... Nina: okay... Samantha: MITTENS? Nina: AAAAaaaaah ow ow ow why did I give it a three-word title Samantha: Why isn't it finished, Nina? Samantha: And what's this that we're reading instead? Nina: It isn't finished because just before I wrote the ending, I got inspired! Nina: And what the Dear Readers are reading is this inspiration! Nina: It's about pancakes and butts! Samantha: Pancakes and... Samantha: *sighs* Nina: ... Nina: ...I hope you like it? Samantha: Is this about that time we ate all the pancakes? Nina: ...maybe Samantha: You wrote a story about that. And you published it on Literotica. Samantha: You know, Nina, I've looked at every single category on Literotica. Samantha: You wanna know which one's the most underrepresented? Nina: ...the pancake section? Samantha: THE PANCAKE SECTION. Samantha: THAT'S RIGHT. Samantha: Underrepresented, in fact, to the point of NOT FUCKING BEING THERE. Samantha: BECAUSE JESUS FUCK WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THAT. Nina: Maybe they should make a pancake section! Nina: We'd be the first story in it! Samantha: WE'D BE THE ONLY STORY IN IT. Samantha: FOREVER. Nina: Oh man, Sam, can you imagine our Amazon sales if we tapped into that niche? Nina: For those people who like pancake erotica, we'd be the only game in town! Samantha: Yes, for those people. Samantha: ALL THREE OF THEM. Samantha: And I'm pretty sure one of them is you. Nina: Sam if we got three sales that'd actually be quite a bump, for us. :P Samantha: It's a good thing we're not doing this for the money, huh. Nina: Anyway, it's not actually about the pancakes. Samantha: (Dear Reader, if you came here for pancake porn, and I know at least one of you did because this is the internet, you can stop reading now) Nina: It's about the day after the pancakes. Samantha: Oho! Samantha: That day! Samantha: Well, all right then! Samantha: Lead on! Nina: Very well, Mistress, I shall. :) Nina: Enjoy, gentle reader! *** A voice issued from Nina's purse. "Do you have the time, to listen to me whi-Do you have the time, to listen to me whi-Do you have the time..." Nina rummaged, resolved to change her ringtone for the ninth time that week, pulled out her phone, glanced at the display. She smiled, and hit the green thing. "Hey, Sam!" said Nina, more loudly than she had to. "My God, Nina!" cried Samantha, tinny in Nina's ear. Nina's eyes widened. "Shit, what's wrong?" she asked, standing up. "I've - " Samantha hesitated, then spoke in a timid, squeaky voice - "I've put on two and a half kilos since we started having sex!" Nina sighed, relaxed, let herself fall back into the cushions. "From the way you sounded, I thought your house was on fire." "Two and a half kilos!" said Samantha, a static-laden voice in Nina's ear. "It's only a week and a day since I kissed you!" Nina shrugged. "That's what happens to people when they're in love, Sam, they put on a little weight." She frowned. "How the hell much is two and a half kilos, anyway?" "Like five and a half pounds!" Samantha sounded distraught. "I've put on nearly three quarters of a pound a day! That's nuts!" Nina closed her eyes, rubbed them with the fingers of her left hand. "Sam," she said, gently, "First, you're still gorgeous, don't worry about that. Second, do you remember what we did yesterday?" Samantha paused. "Um..." "We went out to a fancy breakfast," said Nina, "then we cuddled up and watched movies. When we were hungry again, you made us pancakes. Special one-week anniversary pancakes." "I remember..." said Samantha, quietly. "And by "Special," you meant "Normal pancakes, but more of them." Quite a lot more, it turned out." Nina picked up her mug of tea. "I was full when I was like halfway done, but we just carried on. We ate them all up, even though we didn't need to, just because we could. It was an orgy of pancake gluttony." Nina heard a moan from Samantha. She grinned. "Oh, that's not the worst part. You remember what happened after?" asked Nina. "A few minutes after you put down your fork, you turned to me and declared that you had become sleepy from eating too many pancakes, and you required," she grinned, "and I quote, a 'pancake nap.' Your words, Sam. That's why we're both putting on weight. In one short week, you went from daily jogging and weight training to sofa-movies and pancake naps." "Oh, God..." "I enjoyed that pancake nap, too," said Nina, unconsciously pinching at her own stomach. "And then we were both too full of pancakes to even make love, so I just... kind of... waddled on home." "No more pancake naps!" said Samantha. Nina grinned. "Who are you, the pancake police?" "I have to put this right. Quick, what's the opposite of a pancake nap?" Nina thought for a moment. What the hell is the opposite of a pancake nap? "A..." She furrowed her brow. "A carrot..." she shrugged. "...sex?" Samantha took a second in answering. Nina held her breath. "...a carrot sex?" said Samantha, finally. Nina could hear the grin in her voice. "Carrots are healthy," said Nina, blushing. "Sex burns calories. A carrot sex is clearly the opposite of a pancake nap." "Oh, really," came Samantha's voice, low and sly. "And whatever would you do with this carrot?" Nina grinned. "I'd..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'd... do things with it. To you." "What sort of things?" Nina squirmed in her seat. "I, uh..." she chuckled nervously. "I'm not much good with phone sex, Sam." I'm not. I'm really not. If this continues, I'm going to end up saying "I would place it in your butt, and suchlike. Wriggle it about and move it in various directions, until the results are satisfactory." Samantha paused. "You? Not good with sexy talk?" Nina pouted. "I'm better in person." "You were fine in chat, that one time." An idea came to Nina. "Hey, Sam." "Hmm?" Nina reached up to twiddle the phone cord in her fingers, momentarily forgetting that she was using a cellphone. "I was thinking about that chat, earlier today. It was hot." Nina heard the grin in Samantha's voice. "You know, you could come over and fuck me right now, Nina. But... if you're feeling nostalgic... I'm open to the idea of cybersex." Nina grinned. "No reason we couldn't do both. One after the other. Just like that first time." "Mmm," said Samantha, low and breathy. "I like that idea." *** Samantha: Fucking hell Nina, your computer takes a LONG time to boot up. Samantha: I thought you were going to put in that spare SSD of mine. Nina: I thought you were going to help me with that. Samantha: Bring it over, later. Nina sighed, nestling into the covers, feeling the sheets brush against her bare bottom. Samantha: I've been sat here waiting so long, I ended up on Literotica. Samantha: I had time to read three stories! Nina: Oh no, not Literotica! That place is full of perverts and deviants. Samantha: And speaking of which, I believe you had something involving a carrot in mind. Nina grinned. Been a week, now. Still haven't done much of anything with Sam's butt. She gave me a little poke there, once, and then we... kind of... didn't. Was that for any particular reason, or were we just happily distracted by boobs and vaginas? Let's see. Nina: Why yes, Mistress, as a matter of fact, I did. Samantha: Nina, ooc for a moment - I don't want a carrot in me, not IRL anyway. You get either pesticides or dirt-creatures, so no. But as a fantasy, I kinda like the texture, the firmness. Nina: Okay then. Nina shook her head, grinning. Nina: Then I will tell you all about the things I would like to do with this carrot, and then when the time comes, we'll do them with something safer. Nina: Now let's shut off reality for a moment, 'kay? Nina: And go somewhere where we can do things like putting carrots in each other, having you spank my bottom in public, that kind of thing. Nina felt a warm rush between her legs as she typed. Admitting that - that I have a public-spanking fantasy... that's hot. Also kind of wonderful that I can share that with her so easily. Samantha: Public spanking? My goodness. Samantha: Should I tell you what I'd do with this carrot, my love? Samantha: My little rabbit? Nina shivered. Nina: Yes. :) Nina's hand crept down her belly as Samantha typed. Samantha: Would you like me to humiliate you? Nina: yes Samantha: Masturbate for me, while I tell you all about it. Samantha: You got me off last time. Samantha: It's only fair. Nina's fingers ran through coarse pubic hair - she felt the temperature rising as she stroked further down, ran her fingertip over the sensitive nubbin of her clitoris, was mildly surprised to find a well of slick wetness in the valley of her labia. Must have been the anticipation while I was waiting for this fucking thing to boot up. Samantha: And you're right, this is a fantasy. Samantha: And in a fantasy, we can do things that we can't do in real life. Samantha: And so, in this fantasy, I'm taking you for a little stroll. Nina: Where are we going? Samantha: I'm taking you for a walk down Main Street. Samantha: It's a hot day. Samantha: You're sweating. Samantha: Not just from the heat. Samantha: You know that you've been very, very naughty. Samantha: You know that you're about to be punished. Samantha: You know that you're about to be humiliated. Samantha: For the whole world to see. I like this already, thought Nina, gently stroking between her labia with the index finger of her right hand, feeling heat, softness, wetness, delicious friction. Samantha: We get to the corner of Fifth and Main. Samantha: You see your reflection in the window of Jenny's. Samantha: You're a mess. You're pale and shaking because you know that you've been extremely naughty, and you know that there's going to be consequences, and you know what's going to happen to you - because I told you before we left the house. I explained to you, in vivid, Technicolor detail, what was about to happen to you. Samantha: On the busiest intersection in the city. Samantha: While everyone watches. With a contented, shaky-breathed sigh, Nina stroked the tip of her index finger around the soft, wet entrance to her vagina. Keep going, Sam. She reached up to the keyboard with her left hand, and pecked out something vaguely appreciative. Nina: mmm Samantha: You're carrying a folding chair. Nina: oh? Samantha: Shaking, sweating, not quite believing that any of this is happening, you open it and sit it down on the corner. Samantha: Already people are turning curious glances in our direction. Samantha: I smile at them, and beckon them over. Samantha: And then I turn to you, Samantha: And I say, Samantha: "Start undressing." Nina felt something hot rush up through her stomach. Oh God. With a happy squelch, her finger slid through a tiny resistance, and pushed deeply into the warmth of her vagina, her palm cupping her mons, pressing gently against her clitoral hood. Nina: ooh Samantha: You start with your T-shirt. You hesitate, you can't quite bring yourself to take your clothes off with so many people around. Samantha: But you don't hesitate for long, because I'm watching you. Samantha: And you know that if you don't do exactly as I say, the punishment will get worse. Samantha: Slow, trembling, you pull it over your head. Samantha: I'm pleased with how slow you're going. You want to go faster, but your desire to get it over with is fighting with your fear of doing it at all, and fear is winning. Samantha: I take your T-shirt, Samantha: and I tear it in half, Samantha: and I throw it into the trash can. Samantha: And that's when you realize that you'll have to walk home without it. Oh God, she could. Nina writhed, breathing heavily, blushing, her finger moving in slow little back-and-forth motions, a tiny wet sound issuing from each miniscule thrust. She could just tear that thing in half like it was paper. Samantha: People are stopping, now, and staring. Samantha: They're looking at you, Nina - at your tits, nestled in that lacy white bra of yours. Samantha: And they can see your nipples. All hard and perky, because as terrified as you are to be doing this, you're also turned on by it. Samantha: All these strangers can see how turned on you are. They can see the pulse of your heartbeat in your neck, and they can see how scared you are. Samantha: (ooh, sudden inspiration!) Nina's left hand crawled up underneath her T-shirt to her breast, cupping, squeezing gently, the palm of her right hand squelching wetly against the sensitive point of her clitoral hood. What sort of inspiration could that be? Samantha: Wrapped around your neck is a pretty black collar. Samantha: An invention of mine. Samantha: It's feeling the pulse in your neck. Samantha: And I've brought along a big subwoofer and a strobe light. Samantha: Every time your heart beats, the subwoofer pounds, the light flashes. Samantha: Everyone can see and hear how terrified you are. Samantha: You can't hide yourself from them. Even if you try to pretend to be calm, your terrified heart will betray you. You feel like a specimen under a microscope. Nina: fuck sam thats awesome Samantha: You don't have to type back, little rabbit, just make yourself come. Samantha: This is my fantasy, now. Samantha: You're in my world. Samantha: You're just here to fuck yourself for my amusement. Samantha: Confine yourself to oohs and aahs and mmms. Nina's fingertips found her pert, erect nipple, and pinched, stroked, twisted just a little - and the index finger of the other hand slithered from her vagina and gently stroked the sensitive bump of her clitoris. Sharp, clear, focused little points of pleasure. Yes... Samantha: Your fingers find themselves at the hips of your jeans. Samantha: "You'll find it much easier," I say, "if you take your shoes and socks off first, you silly girl." Samantha: Shivering, you do that. People watch. You wonder what's going through their minds - how much of a pervert they must think you are, that you'd so clearly enjoy disrobing in public. Samantha: The sidewalk is hot and gritty under your bare feet, and there's a warm breeze across your belly, your arms, your breasts. Samantha: You realize that soon you'll feel that breeze in more places, and you already feel naked and vulnerable and exposed, and your heart beats faster. Samantha: Your fingers go, again, to the button on the front of your jeans. Samantha: They don't work properly - they're shaking too much. Samantha: A drop of sweat runs down from your armpit. Samantha: You wonder if the people who are starting to gather nearby can smell you. "They'd smell me now," breathed Nina, a thrill running through her belly at hearing her own words spoken aloud, quiet and shivery, tugging her nipple, stroking inside herself. "They'd smell my cunt," she whispered, teasing her finger over her tingling clitoris and downwards, then pushing two fingers slowly into her vagina - feeling herself stretched, satisfyingly full. Samantha: Finally you get the button undone. Samantha: You start to pull down your jeans. Samantha: You're wearing a thong underneath - you feel a breeze on the top of your buttocks, and you hesitate. Samantha: I don't like that hesitation. Samantha: I grab hold of your jeans and I yank them down to your ankles, and I'm not at all gentle about it. Samantha: You're standing in your underwear and a puddle of jeans, on the busiest intersection in the city, with strangers watching, and you can feel their eyes on you. You can feel them staring at your bare bottom, at your pert nipples visible through your bra, at the pubic hair visible through the lace of your thong. Samantha: A motorcycle passes, weaving through traffic, and you feel its hot exhaust cough against every inch of your skin. Samantha: Well... not quite every inch. Samantha: Your reflection in Jenny's window is a pale, shaking, terrified wreck. Samantha: Your eyes focus past your reflection and to the customers eating ice-cream inside. Samantha: They're all watching you. Some are staring in shock - some are grinning, or blushing. Some are holding a spoonful of ice-cream halfway to their open mouths. Samantha: I say, "Turn around, little rabbit, and show the nice people your pretty little backside." Samantha: You comply, of course, and as you turn, you feel the breeze across more of your bare, vulnerable body. Samantha: You feel their eyes on your butt. You feel them evaluating it, comparing it to other asses they've seen throughout the years, silently grading it. Nina moaned, stroking her fingers back and forth inside of herself, her scent rising, the laptop shaking on her tummy with each heartbeat. Nina: mmm Samantha: You're not finished stripping, yet. Samantha: I say, Samantha: "Are you going to take that bra off, Nina, or do I have to do it for you?" Samantha: Your fingers fumble with the clasp - you can't stop them from trembling. Samantha: We're attracting quite a crowd, now. Traffic has stopped, and a hundred strangers are openly gawping at your barely-clothed body, your visible nipples, your bare ass. Samantha: Finally you get the bra undone, and you fumble it off, slowly, trying to cover your breasts with your arms. Samantha: I scowl at you and grab your biceps, painfully tight, and I ram your arms down to your sides, exposing your nipples to the warm sun, the cool wind, the hundreds of pairs of eyes. Cyber Mittens Samantha: You can't resist me even for a second. Nina tugged on her nipple, stroked her hand over her breast - That's right, I can't. If you wanted my body in a given position, I could no more stop you than I could stop a bulldozer. I could struggle all I wanted, and you wouldn't even notice. Samantha: The strobe is flashing, the subwoofer is booming, your heartbeat is echoing across the street, shaking the windows in Jenny's. Samantha: And I say, nice and loud so everyone can hear, "Who here would like to see Nina Bailey's pussy?" Samantha: It goes without saying, really, that a cheer goes up. Samantha: They begin to clap. They begin to chant "Nina! Nina! Nina!" I just grin at them, and muse on the Uncertainty Principle. Samantha: It's clear that by being observed, your state is being changed. Your face and ears are crimson. Sweat trickles down your sides. Samantha: But the effect works both ways. All the people observing you are being changed by that act, too. They're blushing, grinning, crossing their legs, hiding their erections. Samantha: I get tired of this train of thought, and I shout "Come on, Nina! We can all smell that dripping crotch of yours, we might as well see it too!" Samantha: So, you screw your eyes shut, and you feel the waistband of your thong in your fingers, and you slide it down, bending over - as I told you to, earlier - to show the people in Jenny's everything you have. Samantha: Now, tell me - is the thong's crotch wet? Nina pulled her fingers from her nipple, shivering, and pecked out a "yes." Nina: v wet Samantha: Do the people watching see a line of wetness stretch between your pussy and the thong? Nina: oh god yes Samantha: Are you masturbating right now, Nina? Nina: 2 fingers Samantha: Do you have any lube? I would like you to play along with this next part. :) Nina: wait a minute Nina reluctantly withdrew her fingers, paused for a second to watch the way the fluid webbed between when she parted them, and rummaged in her bedside table. Nina: Should I get the Special Toy out, while I'm at it? Samantha: Why the hell not. :D Nina: Okay. Got lube and toy. Gonna revert to lower-case one-handed monosyllables now, if that's okay. Samantha: Lovely. :) Nina smeared a slightly-unnecessary coating of lube over the Special Toy, and activated the bulky switch on the even-bulkier battery pack. She dialed it down to a sane level, and touched it to her wet, sensitive opening - immediately she felt waves of bliss begin to rush through her abdomen. Samantha: I pick up the thong, and I show it to the crowd. "See how wet she is?" I say, as the crotch glistens. Samantha: I toss the thong away. Someone catches it - a complete stranger - and breathes in the scent from it. I smile at him. "By all means, pass it around." Samantha: I turn back to you. You're naked, shivering, with your most intimate parts on public display to what feels like the entire world, your heartbeat visible to everyone, your arousal and shame readily apparent. Samantha: I sit down on the chair. I smile at you. I pat my thigh. Nina pushed, ever so gently, on the Special Toy, and felt her vagina stretched, penetrated - after a moment's tiny resistance, the Special Toy slid almost effortlessly inside her, filling her with pulsing, rhythmic vibrations. She cried out, a high, breathy, wordless squeak. Nina: o god Samantha: (Jesus Nina I'm soaking wet) Samantha: (I mean, like, I can feel my undies squelching as I wriggle around in my chair) Samantha: (it's taking a tremendous amount of self-restraint to keep my hands on the keyboard) Samantha: (you're gonna have to come over straight away after this) Oh hell yes. Samantha: (plant that toy inside you and have lots of orgasms for me while I finish up this story) Samantha: (anyway) Nina: o god yes Samantha: A trickle actually runs down your thigh when I pat my lap. You know that everyone saw it, and you know that everyone knows that it came from your widened, glistening vagina. Samantha: Your arousal, your shame, is visible to the whole world. Samantha: You shuffle forwards, and you bend over, and you arrange yourself over my knee, from right to left. Samantha: I wink to the people on my right, and I say "Nice view, huh?" Samantha: And I lean down to you and I whisper in your ear, "They can see everything, Nina. They can see how wet you are. I bet they can smell your pussy." Samantha: And then, out of nowhere, you feel my hand SMACK against your backside. Samantha: Hard. Nina moved the toy back and forth inside herself - feeling herself filled and emptied, slippery friction as the toy slithered in and out, in and out, vibrations tickling her to her thighs, the rabbit ears kissing softly at her clitoris... Samantha: It leaves a perfect red handprint on your left buttock. Samantha: You squeal and whimper, and everyone hears it. Samantha: I stroke my hand gently over your bottom, over each buttock and between too, touching that sensitive spot in the middle, and then you feel my hand leave you momentarily before I spank you again, and the shockwave runs through your abdomen. Samantha: You cry out with each smack, and the crowd is so quiet, because they want to hear the sound of my hand slapping full-force against your bare bottom. Samantha: I give you one dozen very hard smacks, leaving your buttocks tanned red. Samantha: And then I slide a finger inside your aching, slippery cunt. Nina moaned and pushed the toy deep inside herself, the rabbit's ears nudging her clitoris, sending tingling thrills up to her bellybutton. "Yesss," she whispered, "make me come with all those people watching, make me feel like your dirty fuckslave..." Samantha: You wriggle, bent over my lap, and you bite your tongue. You don't want all these people to see you come. Samantha: But you do come, Nina. You come almost as soon as my finger enters you. Samantha: You try to hold back your cries, but as the waves run through you, as my finger penetrates you and slips back and forth inside you, you can't hold it in. You squeal, and you shake, and the whole world watches you have an orgasm that you didn't want to have. Samantha: But I wanted you to have it. Samantha: I wanted you to be humiliated in front of all these people. Samantha: And you know that all that matters is what I want. Nina: aaaaaaaaaaa Nina clenched down around the toy and cried out, a burst of thrilling pleasure blooming between her legs. Shockwaves flowing through her body, her nipples erect, her vagina tensing, she rode the waves of her orgasm, a high, breathy cry squeaking out of her - as the waves crashed lower, she relaxed, slowly, melting into soft pillows. She exhaled, a long, slow, sweet sort of exhale - the sort of exhale you'd expect from someone with a red, grinning face and slippery fingers. When she opened her eyes, Samantha was still typing. Samantha: And what I want now, Nina-at-home, is for you to lube up a finger and get it ready for the next part. :) Samantha: (pre-butt-stuff-check: would you like it if I did some butt stuff?) Nina grinned, dialing down the Special Toy until its vibrations were a subtle background throb, still feeling delightfully full. Heheh. Delight-full. Nina: Fuck yeah. Nina: You and your toy just gave me an amazing orgasm, by the way. Nina: (I have no arguments against one or two more!) Samantha: Very well. Hands off the keyboard now, Nina. Nina did as she was told, and grabbed the lube. It was cold on her finger. I probably don't even need this, right now - my pussy's dripping between my butt-cheeks... Samantha: I say, "Did you enjoy that?" Samantha: And, of course, you're not quite sure what to say, or quite coherent enough to say it. Samantha: So I continue, "Wait, why am I asking? I don't care. This is the part of your punishment that I'm going to enjoy the most." Samantha: I put a hand on your right buttock, squeezing it, while I pull the lube out of my purse. Samantha: You hear the cap open. You feel it drip, cold, down between your buttocks. Nina, shivering, touched her finger to the secret spot, down and behind, feeling a gentle vibration from the Special Toy. Nina: mmm Samantha: You put one finger between your teeth, and close your eyes, as you feel my finger slipping around back there, building up pressure. Samantha: Circling that one special private point, that tiny area of sensitive vulnerability. Samantha: You feel hundreds of pairs of eyes watching my finger, watching it spiral around your most private place. Samantha: The circles getting smaller and smaller. Samantha: Until my finger isn't moving at all. Samantha: Then, I begin to push, ever so gently. Samantha: And the people behind you watch my finger slide up your tight, clenching asshole. Nina pushed, feeling her muscles relax, feeling the wet point of pressure build until the tip of her finger slithered up, slowly, into her behind. The sensation was always strange, at first, but not unwelcome. Nina: ooh Samantha: Do you like that? Nina: yes Samantha: Are you pushing your finger up your bottom right now, Nina? Nina blushed, and shivered. Nina: yes Nina: feels good Samantha: Lovely. I begin to slide my finger back and forth, while you endeavor not to moan, not to let these people know that you're enjoying your punishment, that you enjoy being humiliated. Samantha: You feel my finger slide out of your behind, and a trickle of lube runs down over your crotch. Half-reluctantly, Nina obediently pulled her finger out of her ass, leaving the tip touching, sliding the Special Toy in and out of herself, feeling its vibrations flutter around her labia, pulsing tingles on her clitoris with each in-stroke. She breathed in ragged little gasps. Please tell me to put my finger back in. Please, Sam. Samantha: And I pull the carrot out of my purse. Samantha: "Ladies and gentlemen," I say, "When I was a little girl, I wondered what it'd be like to be a street magician. Today, watch closely as I make this carrot disappear!" Samantha: And I put the carrot down into your field of view, so you can watch while I smear it with lube. Samantha: So that you can see its size, its texture, and so you know exactly what's going to happen. Samantha: Your butthole clenches unconsciously. You don't know you're doing it, but the people behind you can see quite clearly. Nina shuddered. All those people. All those eyes staring at my lubed-up asshole, my swollen and dripping pussy, watching me tremble, listening to my heartbeat... Samantha: But I'm not sure they can see quite clearly enough. Samantha: So I say, nice and clearly, "Nina, I'm going to push this carrot up your bottom in a moment, but I don't want to bother myself using both hands." Samantha: "Reach behind yourself and spread your bum-cheeks apart for me." Nina gasped. Samantha: You do this funny little intake of air, and you hesitate - and you start to shake your head and tremble even harder, and your heart rate jumps up a notch. Samantha: What do you say, Nina? Nina pushed the toy in deep, clenched it between her thighs - a muffled, wet quality overtook its quiet hum, and the rabbit's ears lay satisfyingly over her sensitive clitoris, giving shivery little vibrations as she wiped her fingers on the sheets and took the keyboard. Nina: I can't, mistress! Nina: I'm so embarrassed! Samantha: "You'll do as I say, Nina." Samantha: "You might say you can't, but we both know that you will." Nina: But I mustn't! Nina: I daren't! Nina: Please, mistress! Nina: Please don't make me expose myself to all these people! Samantha: Of course, I smile down at you. Samantha: Not a comforting smile. Samantha: "Beg me, Nina. Beg me, in front of everyone." Samantha: "Beg me, knowing that it won't change a damn thing about what's going to happen to you." Samantha: "Knowing that it won't change what you're about to do to yourself, at my command." Samantha: I lean in close, and say loud enough for everyone to hear, Samantha: "Beg me, because it makes your cunt wet when you beg me." Nina's thighs clenched tighter around the Special Toy, its pulses massaging her opening, tingling her clitoris. It gets us both wet, Sam, you know that... Nina: Please, mistress, I beg of you! Please, please don't make me do that! Nina: Anything in the world but that! Nina: I beg you, from my position of powerlessness, to have mercy on me! Nina: I beg you, I beg you! Nina: Please! Samantha: You see my canines peek out as I grin. Samantha: "You make my cunt wet when you beg me, too." Samantha: (hands back off the keyboard, and by the way, that's totally true) Nina: :) Both of Nina's hands found themselves around her crotch - one gripping the battery pack of the Special Toy and giving it a twisting thrust, and the other cupping and squeezing her left buttock. Samantha: "Look behind you, little rabbit." Samantha: You do so. You see strangers, hundreds of them, men and women, young and old - some staring at your ass, some looking you in the eye, some pointing, some laughing, several with the sort of throbbing erections that come with little wet spots. Samantha: "Now do as I say," I whisper, slow and quiet, and you feel my fingers on your right nipple, and I begin to squeeze, "or this pressure will continue to grow." Samantha: You whimper a little, and you reach shaky hands up behind you to your hindquarters. Samantha: You face forward and close your eyes. Samantha: "No," I say. "This is your punishment for trying to object. Look them in the eye, and spread your buttocks so they can have a good look." Samantha: You look behind you. At all the faces, open-mouthed, watching you. Samantha: Your fingers feel the soft flesh of your buttocks, and, slowly, your face and ears bright crimson, you part them. Samantha: You feel a tingling breeze across your exposed asterisk. Samantha: You hear several appreciative whistles and catcalls. Samantha: "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Samantha: "In fact, I bet some part of you is enjoying this." Samantha: You feel the carrot run over your spine, cold, leaving a trail of lube behind. Samantha: It bumps over your tailbone, and continues down between your spread buttocks. You see the eyes of the people behind you following it, like they followed my finger, as I draw their attention to the part of your body you consider the most absolutely private. Samantha: The carrot touches you there, gently, and lingers for just a moment. Samantha: "And I bet I know which part." Samantha: And with that, the pressure on your anus suddenly increases. With a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan, Nina slid her fingertip into her tight, clenching asshole. The vibrations from the Special Toy were muffled, but still perceptiple. Samantha: I smile as I slide that carrot deep into your ass. Samantha: You hear the crowd cheering me on. Yes, they say, fuck her, fuck that tight little asshole, fuck that wet, begging bitch, look how slippery her cunt is, look how much she loves it. Nina pushed, her finger sliding in to the third knuckle, feeling satisfyingly full. She clenched around her finger and the Special Toy, vibrating thrills running through her, imagining the scene - the carrot pushing in, the eyes watching her, the sound of her own heartbeat echoing around the buildings... Samantha: I pull the carrot nearly all the way out, then push it back in again, faster, out, faster, in, ramming it home this time... Samantha: Your vagina is tensing, you're trying to clench your thighs together. I push them apart with my foot. Nina felt her orgasm swelling within her. She dialed up the Special Toy's primary motor, began to move it faster, her finger slithering back and forth inside her ass. Samantha: Your grip slips on your buttocks. I bark an order at you, and you spread them again, so everyone can see properly. Samantha: You're moaning, shaking, at the very height of your humiliation. Samantha: A strand of fluid descends from your pussy - the droplet hangs for a moment before breaking, and it spatters on the sidewalk. Samantha: You feel orgasm blooming inside you. Samantha: You're about to have an anal orgasm, at my command, bent over with your butt-cheeks spread, in front of hundreds of strangers. Samantha: I laugh. Samantha: And I say, "Watch close, everyone, she's about to come!" Nina: cumming Nina squealed, her back arched, sparks shooting from her clitoris, waves pulsing from her vagina, crashing around her midsection, her bottom tightening wetly around her finger. She screwed her eyes shut and writhed in bliss, the orgasm washing over her, brightening the room, hot scent rising, damp spot spreading, laptop shaking with her heartbeat. After what felt like hours, she collapsed, breathing hard, feeling the last pulses dissipate. Her vision clearing, she read what Samantha had written in the meantime. Samantha: Yes. That happens. :P Samantha: You orgasm, with the whole world watching. Samantha: They all listen to your squeaks and cries. Samantha: And then I pat you on the butt. Samantha: And I say, "I was going to make you take a bite of this carrot afterwards, Nina," Samantha: "But I think you've learned your lesson." Samantha: And I push it deep into you, all the way in, so that its leaves hang out of your butt. Samantha: "Stand up, Nina." Samantha: You do so. Your legs tremble. Samantha: I grin. Samantha: "Home, then?" Nina smiled. Nina: Yes. :) Samantha: And so, we stroll off into the sunset, me carrying a big subwoofer and strobe light, you stark naked with a leafy green tail thing stuck in your bum. Samantha: The end! Nina laughed, the laptop jiggling on her belly. Nina: That was great, Sam. Nina: Thank you. :D Samantha: Nina my vagina is, like, gushing juices. Samantha: My cheeks are red. Samantha: I'm panting a little bit. Samantha: Do me a favor? Nina: *happy sigh* Anything, Sam. Samantha: Unlock your door. Samantha: Lie face down, ass up on the bed, with the lube ready. Samantha: Wait for me. Samantha: Sound good? Nina: Knock "Shave and a haircut" so I know it's you Nina: But yes. Nina: Log off and get your ass over here and do naughty things to my bottom. Samantha: Damn straight. Samantha is offline. Nina flumphed back in the pillow and sighed happily. She lay in blissful afterglow for a few minutes, then she donned panties, padded downstairs, and unlocked the door. She made herself some toast, drank a glass of water to replace the fluids she'd lost, and then crept back upstairs. She shut down her laptop and placed it carefully aside, wriggled out of her now-soggy underwear, left the bottle of lube in an easily-noticed place on her bedside table, and settled down to wait for her Sam. She listened to the birds tweeting outside. Somewhere not too far away, Samantha was probably driving with shaky legs, rolling through stop signs, salivating, wide-eyed, a woman on a mission, driving like a sex-crazed lunatic. Nina snuggled contentedly into her sheets, and stayed exactly where she was. CYBER MITTENS *** Samantha: SPOILER ALERT: I did not drive so irresponsibly as to crash the car and get myself all embarrassed and dead. Nina: Heheh Nina: You know, I'm thinking about the guy who's spent the last decade Googling every day for pancake erotica, on the off-chance that someone writes some. Cyber Mittens Nina: And finally he gets a bite, and he comes and reads the story. Nina: And the poor guy's just, like, staring at the screen, going "Oh man, so close." Samantha: One-star review. "Not enough pancakes." Samantha: Also, you wrote an entire porn story about two people who weren't even in the same damn room as each other. Samantha: Adding a chatlog at the end seems kinda redundant. Samantha: THE WHOLE DAMN THING WAS A CHATLOG. Nina: Not all of it! Samantha: Most of it! Samantha: Except the very end where you "flumphed" into a pillow...? Nina: "Flumphed" is totally a word. Samantha: It totally is not! Nina: ANYWAY. Samantha: I hope you enjoyed this story. Samantha: Last time, we said that only 0.6% of the people who read Mittens actually rated it, and fewer than one in ten thousand commented, and we'd love it if you'd click that button. Samantha: And I guess simply asking politely worked pretty well, because three per cent of the people who read Schrödinger's Mittens rated it! Nina: :D Nina: 3% was awesome. We're super grateful. It doesn't sound like a lot but that's five times as many people, and we were honestly surprised and delighted. Nina: 5% would be extra-super-duper-special awesome, and we'd be extra-extra-super-duper-squelchy-grateful. If one in twenty people who read this story give it a rating - and it only takes a second - then we'll be very, very happy. Nina: Are you a special, "One in twenty" sort of person? Would you like to be? Hit that button! Nina: And Sam will do that thing I like. :) Samantha: You mean... that thing? Nina: No, the other thing. Samantha: Ah, that thing. Samantha: Yes. I will. ;) Samantha: If we made you come so hard that money came out, and now you don't know what to do with that soggy money, you can actually buy a copy of Mittens for your e-book reader! Samantha: Check our website (in the author profile), or just Google for it. Our porn-writing name is "Phoenix Baker." Samantha: Also, remember - the best way to know when we post a new story is to add FeatherWatt (our author username here at Literotica) to your Favorites list, so you get notified whenever we put up something new. Samantha: Anyway, coming up next on Mittens! Nina: Yes! Nina: Wait, what is coming up next on Mittens? Samantha: High-Voltage Mittens. Nina: But I have Perfectly-Pronounced Mittens nearly ready. Samantha: ... Samantha: HAVE YOU WRITTEN ANOTHER IN-BETWEENER. Nina: ...nearly Samantha: Folks, excuse me for a moment. Nina: Ow! Nina: Aaaaahhh ow! Nina: OWOWOWOWOW! Nina: AAAAHAHAOW, FUCKING OW! Nina: YOU BIG MEANIE! Nina: OW! Samantha: See you next time, folks! Nina: My poor bottom. :(