Tasting Pleasure by Anarie Brady

She heard a door open and water run. Apparently Spiro was taking a shower. Knowing he was not watching her, Alicia knew she could safely rub her aching bottom. She began to reach around but then thought better of it. Whether he was physically present or not, she had been told not to move. A good companion always followed orders. She blushed, knowing she had just disobeyed again, but was pleased with herself for stopping before exacerbating the misdeed by touching herself. The sound of the running water, though, brought on its own torture. She desperately needed to pee.
    Think of something else , she told herself sternly, he’ll be finished soon and then you can ask him for permission . As time passed, however, she began to squirm a bit as the pressure in her bladder increased. Finally, the water turned off and she breathed a sigh of relief.
    When she heard Spiro’s footsteps close behind her, she gathered her courage and asked, “Please, Spiro. I need to use the bathroom.”
    “I imagine you do. Here’s the thing, though,” he said as he ran a hand over her still warm arse. “For every privilege I give you, you must pay a price. Are you willing to pay?”
    “Yes,” she answered unhesitatingly. If he didn’t allow her to go soon, she was likely to dribble right there in the corner.
    “Anything?” he persisted.
    “Yes, please, anything.” She was desperate.
    “Did you move?”
    Alicia hesitated only slightly. “Yes, I did. I’m sorry, but I wanted to rub my behind.”
    “Did you?”
    “No, I didn’t,” she admitted, trying not to cross her legs in an effort to stem the coming flood. “I moved my hands and then stopped myself. I’ve also been wiggling just now since I have to go so badly.”
    For a moment, Spiro said nothing. Then he walked away. Oh Lord! How could she stand much more?
    “Turn around,” he commanded.
    Alicia did so.
    “Do not remove these.” Spiro clipped a clothespin on each of her labia.
    “Oh!” Alicia cried at the unexpected pain.
    “Go,” he directed, slapping her arse once as she ran to the bathroom.
    She barely made it to the toilet before her bladder opened. The pain of the full bladder, however, had been replaced by the fire radiating from her tortured skin. Carefully wiping herself, Alicia’s eyes and pussy both watered at this new sensation. When she finished, she slowly returned to the main room of the suite.
    “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Spiro asked.
    “No, Sir,” she lied.
    Spiro laughed. “In that case, you’re really going to enjoy this.”
    Alicia could not contain her cry of pain as he removed the pins.
    “Greet me,” he commanded.
    Thanks to Mr. Devonshire’s training, Alicia instinctively knelt before him and took his manhood into her mouth. He was smaller than Maverick but thicker, and in an embarrassingly short time her jaw began to ache. She willed herself to relax. Somehow she knew her punishment would be quite severe if she did not perform this simple task to his liking. She cupped his balls in her hand, gently massaging them. Spiro groaned. Trying to relieve some of the pressure on her jaws, Alicia concentrated on the tip of his penis, quickly flicking her tongue over it then drawing just the head into her mouth and sucking. Spiro dropped his hand to her head. She expected him to push her down onto his staff, but he seemed content simply to rest his hand. She stole a glance up at him, but his head was thrown back. Apparently she was pleasing him. Gaining a degree of confidence, Alicia continued to lick and suck on Spiro’s tasty shaft.
    “Stand,” he said softly.
    Regretfully, Alicia did so. Once she had relaxed, the aching in her jaw had ceased and she had begun to enjoy the greeting. Spiro held her hand and guided her to the bed.
    “Lie on your back,” he commanded.
    Alicia did so, smiling up at him.
    “Think you’re going to get fucked, do you? I bet you’re nice and wet by now.” He tested his theory by inserting two fingers