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Adult Content Warning - this story contains adult themes, including non-consensual bondage/slavery and forced sexual acts. If you are under the lawful age for such materials (18 in most jurisdictions) or if you would find such material offensive, please go elsewhere.
Safety Warning. This story may contain descriptions of practices that are decidedly unsafe, either in general, or if performed by someone without adequate training. There are a number of good books available on safety in the BDSM scene. Most large cities, and some not so large ones, have organized BDSM groups that will usually welcome a newcomer. I'm not going to point out which practices are safe, and which aren't. Any practice is unsafe if performed by someone with inadequate training and experience, or if performed when not paying attention. Please think before you act. Don't make yourself a candidate for a Darwin award.
Now on to the story...
Xaltatun�s Birthday was tomorrow, and we were hosting several of the closer communes for the festivities. The committee had put me on general gofer duty, which had me wondering. I wasn�t complaining, mind you. I wouldn�t be here if I hadn�t sworn the Oath of Obedience, and I wouldn�t have lasted if I�d had any problems with it. It was just that gofer wasn�t what I was best at.
Jimi was helping me wrap up a story on the client project we had contracted for. We were standing at my workstation in the community offices, with him running the keyboard, and me taking care of the strategy and sanity checks. Jimi�s mistress had him as a girl today, and did he look scrumptious. Long, light brown hair down to the bottom of his shoulders on top of a short black and white barber pole mini-dress. He didn�t have much of an Adam�s apple anyway, and the collar obscured it nicely. Earrings, makeup and sandals finished off the outfit.
His black and white dress contrasted nicely with my electric pink whatever. It�s a single strip of cloth with a cutout for the head. The front comes down to my crotch, while the back comes straight down until it narrows in a triangle to where it dives between my legs. Then it comes back up in another triangle and comes around my waist in two arms. The back is tied off in two bow ties. That glow in the dark shade of pink makes my red hair almost look brunette in contrast.
Finally, all our tests ran, and the commit to the code base was successful. �Whee-ho!� I grabbed him for a big hug and kiss. There�s nothing quite like a pair of male arms pulling you in tight, even if they were dressed up as female. I knew better than to give him a feel, however. All I�d have gotten would have been his chastity belt. We take our Oath of Chastity seriously. Anyone who can�t take sexual teasing gets locked up until they can.
�I take it you�re ready?� I came up for air and saw Sally looking at me.
�It�s done,� I agreed. Someone behind me stroked my arms on top. I released Jimi and let them fall to my sides. Whoever it was brought them back behind me and clipped them in leather cuffs. �Now do I find out what it�s about?�
�Not for a little while, girl.� That had to be Emmy behind me. �Open up.� I opened my mouth, and she shoved a ring gag in and buckled it behind my head. Then she put blindfold pads over my eyes, and tightened the strap.
I heard the snap as one of them put a leash on my collar. They led me out onto the green at the center of the commune. I stopped when someone touched my shoulder.
I felt the bow ties at the back of my outfit get pulled, and then the bottom slithered between my legs and hung there. They took it off over the top as I stood there, feeling the sun and gentle breeze on my skin. �Up with your leg, girl.� Emmy was acting dominant today. She stroked my right leg, so I brought it up and she took off the sandal. Then she started working a very heavy rubber or plastic stocking up my leg to about the knee.
This was getting beyond strange. The committee knew that rubber wasn�t one of my favorites, so there had to be something else going on. She finished the right leg, and then started work on the left. Once she had both legs up to the knee, she started working whatever it was up to my crotch.
Then they bent me over, released my hands, and worked heavy sleeves up my arms all the way to the shoulders. When they stood me up, I felt the front of the costume settle into place. She pulled it tight around my ass, and then ZZZZIP! She closed the back in one stroke, bottom to top. They worked it up over my neck so my collar was on the outside.
Tight was definitely the word. It didn�t leave me gasping, but it also didn�t leave me any slack. I could still feel the breeze on my crotch, so I knew it was open there.
A hand on my shoulder moved me forward and then bent me over a table of some kind. �Getting hot, aren�t you?� Emmy sounded amused. I felt a finger in my asshole with lube. Then they shoved something in and settled it. I gasped as it started its way up my intestine. Were they going to stuff me like I�d done Emmy a few months ago?
EOOOUUUCH! That hurt! They�d just stuck a catheter into my bladder without warning. In compensation, they eased a dildo into my sex, taking their time until I was almost gasping behind my ring gag.
�Up you go, girl.� They lifted me up onto some kind of platform and set me down. CLICK! I felt it more than I heard it. I was now connected to the platform by whatever they�d stuck in my ass. They must have turned it on, because I felt more pressure, both in my abdomen and over my skin.
�Looks good,� one of them said. �Bring your legs up, girl.� I brought them up and they pressed them in tight, so my knees were just under my breasts. Then they brought my hands to my sides and tied them together. The image suddenly struck me, and I snorted. Rubber Turkey-girl?
That damned dildo started in just about then, and I lost track of what was going on. They must have rigged the rest of the suit with something, because I felt an ice cold finger down my back, and then something stroked my breasts as the dildo kept its slow and deep thrust, pull back, thrust again, bringing me farther up with each thrust. Then it upped the tempo, and I followed it up to my first climax.
As I came back, gasping, to the real world, I felt myself being buried in something. They seem to have leveled it off around my neck. Then they left, and I felt it begin to get warmer.
I just enjoyed sitting there, listening to the birds, the low voices and the occasional traffic sounds from outside the commune. Then I began to smell something. Chocolate? The smell started getting stronger. Then the timer must have figured I�d had enough rest, and the dildo kicked in again.
In and out. In and out. Slowly increasing tempo, slowly increasing depth. It started tickling my clit and my nipples. The dildo measured the tide of pleasure moving up and down in time to the thrusts. I remembered why I liked bondage; I could either fight the sensation, or submit to it. Nothing else as it changed from a slow in and out to a harder ramming in time to my heartbeat. Everything swirled and then there was just the dildo ramming me, or me ramming the dildo. I felt myself rise up through my mouth in a scream of pleasure as the rest of the world collapsed around me in a brilliantly colored swirl of sensation.
I came to, panting as if I�d just run a mile. I heard several clangs and thumps. Then someone took my hair and hung my head with it. At least, that�s what it felt like. And the overpowering odor of chocolate.
�Think she�s figured it out?� That had to be Emmy.
�After two orgasms like that, I don�t think it matters.� That sounded like Sally. �After that last scream, we need to put a muffler in.� I felt them put something in my mouth, and then twist. CLICK! It seemed to have been screwed into the ring gag.
�Let�s take it off.� Suddenly, I had eyes again. Once I got rid of the dazzle, I managed to look at my domain. My head seemed to be sticking out of a bubbling vat of rich, brown chocolate. I could feel the heat on my face, but not on my body. Strange. There was a wire cage over the entire vat. That made sense; if this was chocolate, we didn�t really want the birds and squirrels there before us. I seemed to be on the end of the green near the kitchens and dining area, facing the workshops and ponygirl stable.
Time passed. I had a lot of opportunity to appreciate the birds and the squirrels; they came by regularly to see if they could get a free lunch. Meanwhile, the chocolate hardened, and I didn�t get hungry. It was another two orgasms later that I realized I wasn�t thirsty either. That didn�t make any sense, but then, the committee didn�t share its secrets with me.
I watched Fred and Green Streak cut the lawn. She was in full pony harness, between the shafts of the grass cutter. One thing I�d never noticed was that her eyes were covered. Fred walked behind the cutter, steering it and guiding her with light tugs of the reins.
Another orgasm or two, and I realized I was lonely. Well, either feel sorry for yourself, or do something about it. I started my meditation exercises, beginning with the full body scan. Right! My meditation teacher hadn�t been happy with my progress; maybe one of the messages was either practice or cramp?
Night fell, leaving a lonely chocolate doll sleeping on the green.
The Sun managed to heave its enormous bulk over the horizon, making it look easy in the process. I still hadn�t moved, and the squirrels still hadn�t figured out how to get at the chocolate, not that they�d quit trying. The dildo hadn�t quit trying, either. I felt it stir within me, bringing up more delicious feelings. Then it paused a moment, as I felt ghostly fingers stroke my pussy lips and tweak my clit. Then, RAM! That thing felt like it would have shot me right out of the pot, except I was held in place by chocolate. The muffled gasp had to do instead. After that, it settled down to the steady in and out and in and out and back in, bringing me up to a slow boil. I just settled in, riding each of the thrusts as my blood pounded in my ears and my arms and legs woke up to delicious pain. The tide went up and down as it went in and out, further up and down and in and out with each thrust. I let myself drift on the up and down of the tide, until one huge wave of sensation washed over me and I came to the sound of a muffled bleat!
When I came to, Jimi was standing in front of me, leaning on the shelf of chocolate. He looked just like yesterday, black and white barber striped dress, long brown hair done up in a ponytail, made up in a combination of bold and understated that I didn�t have a clue as to how to manage. For a guy, he made one of the better looking girls around here.
�Mummmph!� Well, that�s how �Good Morning, Jimi� came out with the ring gag and the muffler.
�Good Morning, Betty,� he cooed. �Let�s get you prepped for the day.� He reached around and took out the ring gag. I worked my jaws until they felt like they belonged to me.
�Thanks, Jimi,� I said. �What�s the plan?�
�You�re going to be Miss Information today. The committee thought that having information with the nibblies should work.�
�Miss Information,� I snorted. �Me, a miss?�
�You do it well,� he said. �Now, just hold still for a couple of minutes. He walked behind me, and then I felt him take up my hair and start brushing it out. When he finished with that, he came around front and gave me a facial and makeup job. I just relaxed and let it happen. Once he was happy, he went back to work on my hair, and put it up in two angel wings. I had to laugh at that. Me? An angel?
As soon as he was done, the kitchen crew came out with trays of finger food and arranged it around me.
Today, we were going to have a couple of hundred people from other communes over. I had this feeling I was going to be the piece de resistance. Each of the Xaltatun communes was organized around an idea, and ours was bondage. The others had their own ideas, most of which were much more mundane. We were going to do more of a theme park idea of a bondage commune than the reality. All the submissives were dressed in the black and white barber pole mini-dresses, for example. Our three ponygirls were going to be in harness all day, and there�d be lots of collars, cuffs, hobbles and other decorative restraints.
I worked out well as the info center. A talking head in a solid block of chocolate certainly attracted a lot of attention. I�d done call center work, so the time passed quickly. In fact, I didn�t really notice the time pass at all until the crowd thinned out and the Sun went down.
Once they were clear, I got cut out of the block. It turned out I was dressed in an environment suit, complete with water cooling! If I hadn�t of had it, I�d have gotten baked while the chocolate was cooking. The reason I wasn�t hungry or thirsty was that the tube up my intestine had been feeding me! And here I thought it was just a fancy enema.
Eventually, it was over, and I was sitting at Master�s feet.
�So,� he said, �How was the experience?�
�Incredible,� I said. �When can we do it again?�
�That�s all?� he asked.
�Well, there are just a couple of things�� I admitted.
�Oh, what?�
�Now I know how I want to die.� I smiled up at him.
He laughed. �The way you go after chocolate!�
�Chocolate is a girl�s second best friend. You know that.�
�And what�s the first? Enquiring minds want to know.�
�You!� I bounced up. �It�s been two whole days.� I made it sound pitiful.
He laughed and hauled me into the bedroom on my leash.
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