STORIES

The Gift

By Maître Pierre

7b- The Picnic

"Good morning Sir, may I have your drivers permit and registration please?" asks the policeman in the driver’s side window.

Maître Pierre, very calmly, starts searching in his wallet for the papers. But for katy it is not as easy, the egg in her is making her completely crazy. She is persuaded that the buzzing of the egg can be heard by all. She doesn’t know how to deal with this. She wants to cum, but the policeman who is waiting for her Maître to give him the papers makes her very very uneasy. She really needs to come, the egg being so efficient in her.

Trying to shift her weight, wanting to prevent the egg from making her so crazy, katy moves on her seat, while Maître Pierre is giving the policeman the papers.

"THUD!"

For katy time freezes. Did her Maître hear the noise, worse, did the policeman hear it? From the corner of her eyes she looks down on the floor. The controller for the egg just fell on the floor of the car between katy’s legs. Katy’s face, already very red, turns to white. The controller with its white wire going into her, is very easy to see against the dark carpet of the little car. She looks at the policeman, he is looking at Maître papers.

She let a long sigh go…

"Pfffffffffffff!"

She sees the controller on the floor, but she doesn’t want to bend to pick it up with the policeman being there, so she stays very still, even with the egg still doing it’s damage to her.

The policeman, satisfied, heads toward his car with the papers to katy’s relief. When the policeman is far enough, she starts to bend to pick up the controller, but her Maître is faster than she is. Very quietly, looking intensely at her, he picks up the controller, raising her little skirt a little, he shoves the controller into the top of katy’s stocking. When done, he carefully lower katy’s skirt on top of the controller, making certain, that the egg is still working at full vibration. Then he looks at her very briefly, very intensely, his eyes very dark….

The policeman is back, with the papers and of course, a ticket.

Master Pierre, very polite, thanks the Policeman, and shifting the car to drive, looks at katy who’s face is still white. They drive like this for a little while. Then, Maître Pierre takes a little country road that seems to go in the forest. There are no houses around. Now the country road is more like a path in the wood. The little red sports car is having a hard time on this uneven path.

Satisfied of their location, Maître Pierre stops the car.

He turns to katy and looks at her, with one of his little smiles.

katy, still fighting the need to cum, looks at her Maître, very concerned….

"I’m so sorry Maître!" she starts to say, but Maître Pierre stops her…

"Shhhhhh! Now let’s get out of the car, and let’s take a little stroll here!" he says.

katy very surprised, doesn’t answer and when Maître Pierre leaves the car, and closes the door, she hurries out of the car…. With her high-heels, the short skirt and then egg still buzzing in her, katy is having a very hard time to walk. A couple of times, she felt the egg start to slip out of her, being so excited and so wet, but very quietly and discreetly, she pushes the egg into her, making sure that her Maître doesn’t see her. She wants to cum so bad, needs to cum so bad, that she is aching.

Like this, they walk into the forest following a little path, for about ten minutes, then Maître Pierre stops.

Surprised she stops, and looks at her Maître, who is grinning from ear to ear…not a very good sign for her.

"katy, get your sorry ass here!" he says,

She obeys.

Maître Pierre, put a hands into his back pockets, another bad sign for her, she has learned, and takes out a pair of handcuffs.

He simply tells her:

"Wrist!"

She knows very well what it means, so she presents both of her wrists to him. He puts one cuff on her left wrist and then, brings her wrist over her head, near a big branch and attaches her other wrist, making sure that the handcuffs are over the branch. Now she has her hands bound over the branch on top of her head.

Then he says:

"Spread!"

She obeys and opens her legs. But she is so excited and so horny, that she forgets about the egg, and with fear she realises that the egg is falling out of her to the ground…

Well, it would have touched the ground, if Maître Pierre moving very fast, hadn’t caught it.

In his hand, still buzzing, shaking, dripping with her juice, like the proof of her mistake, is the egg. Maître Pierre looks at katy and with the other hand, removes the controller from katy’s stocking and turning the knobs, he stops the egg from vibrating.

Again, katy wants to say how sorry she is, but just when she opens her mouth, without any warning, Maître Pierre shoves the little egg in katy’s mouth.

"Hmmmmm!" she says!

With a big smile, he says to her;

"Better clean the egg, and don’t swallow it!"

She can taste the plastic and the taste of herself on the egg. It almost chokes her. She doesn’t know if it is the egg itself or the taste of herself, but she has to be very careful not to gag. Her Maître looks at her for a short moment, but then shoving the controller in her top, he undoes his pants, raises her skirts, and again, with no warning, just starts to fuck her.

katy is very surprised, and very excited at the same time. She has been so close to cumming for so long, that now it takes only a few seconds for her to cum…like her Maître, who cums very fast into her. But she has to be very careful, because while her Maître is fucking her, she still has the egg in her mouth, and she doesn’t want to swallow it!

When both of them finally finish cuming, slowly, Maître Pierre lets himself go out of her, and put his pants up. He looks at katy for a moment. All she can say, because of the egg is;

"Hmmmmm!"

He smiles.

Without a word, he leaves and walks away. Katy still with her arms attached to the branch, and with the egg in her mouth, her skirt raised on her belly is worrying. She is thinking hard now. She knows that Maître Pierre is full of surprises, and since there really is no other choice, she decides to wait.

After about fifteen minutes, she feels that she has an itch. To try to avoid the being uncomfortable, she shifts her weight on her legs, but she notices too late that the controller slipping and it falls from her top. Quickly, she puts her teeth together to try to stop the controller from hitting the ground, tightly holding the egg connected by the little wire to controller between her teeth.

She is successful but, when the controller slipped, the knob was turned and now she has the egg in her mouth buzzing like crazy. It is very unpleasant vibrating her teeth, but for now it is all she can do, being bound like this. She waits.

Just when she is almost ready to open her mouth and let the egg and the controller fall on the ground, she hears a noise. Her Maître is back!

"Sorry to have made you wait so long, I just needed to get something in the car!" he says to her.

Going around her, he stops a couple of paces from her, and surprised looks at her. In the silence, he can hear the sound of the birds, the leaves rustling on the trees… and the buzzing of the egg in her mouth.

"Ohhhh!" he says!

And with a very big smile, he says;

"It seems that you had some problems here!"

All she wants is for him to remove this damned egg. But instead of removing the egg, he just puts his hand in his coat and gets the camera he gone to get in the car.

"Click!" the camera goes!

And then, he removes, to her great relief, the egg from her mouth, and put it in his pocket. Then, he unlocks the cuffs, freeing her from her bondage. Her shoulders and her arms, now that they can move, are aching from being bound in this position, so, slowly, he starts to massages her shoulder, neck and arms.

She is grateful for his care but she wants to ask;

"Maître? Why the picture?"

"Shhhhhh!" he goes.

She looks at him, and his eyes are clearly stating, that she drop the subject. So she does.

The rest of the day, end up being beautiful and quiet with her beloved Maître.

Two days later, while she is at home, the doorbell rings.

She answers.

It’s a deliveryman, from the florist. He has a big bouquet for her.

She thanks him, and closes the door.

In the middle of the flower, there is a sealed envelope. She takes it and looks at it.

"For katy" it is written on it.

She opens the envelope and looks inside.

There is a picture.

This is the picture of her, tied to the branch, with the wire of the controller sticking out her mouth. On the picture, her face just looks furious.

Well, the same face she is making right now!

She has her gift from her Maître. But she is not sure that she likes it.

 

8a- THE PARTY

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