Aedos

Aedos is a slut. Not your regular kind of slut but the kind that likes to be hung by coils of rope until she passes out as she squirts, that kind of slut. She carries about with her an aura, a power, call it pheromones. What happens is the proximate space and anyone in that space becomes electrified with sexual tension. Most women who posses this gift use it for narcissistic purposes. But not my little slut Aedos. She is shy and modest. This results in her being an observer to whatever debauchery her presence usually inspires. It is a sin for someone with such a gift to deny it to the world. My mission is to unleash it, consequences be damned.

She is on her “stand.” Which is a dildo on a microphone stand. She is standing legs spread, impaled on the stand in the bedroom closet with the door closed, lights off. In the lonely darkness, her strained stockinged legs tremble while precariously balanced on high heels. Her bladder is full and beginning to be painful. Beads of sweat are the only liquid escaping her over hydrated body. This is a random punishment usually used for small domestic transgressions, sometimes just for fun. No orgasms allowed. What better place for a modest slut but in the dark and in the closet?

I call her cell phone, which like a roadside bomb, sends an electric charge into her pussy, she screams every time it buzzes. But she doesn't answer until the third ring. “Come to the playroom!” she is commanded.

I meet her at the door with her rubber hood in hand, roll it down over her head like putting on a big black condom. Wisps of blonde hair flip out the bottom of the tight hood around her neck. Once again she is in the dark, with only small breathing holes in her mask, with ears covered hearing is diminished. I grab the D-ring on her collar and lead her into the room to the sound of stiletto heels on concrete. There are muffed gasps as her presence permeates the room of observers. Observers she can't hear and doesn't know are there. This is going to be a lesson in the usefulness of dignity and immodesty.

In the center of the room is an apparatus with two vertical pipes three feet apart. Connected to the top of the pipes, laying flat are the two-parts of wooden stocks with holes cut for head and wrists. I lead her to it placing her neck in the large semicircle and each wrist in theirs. I slam the second half of the stock in its place with a whack that startles her and the audience and then lock it into place. Around one of her thin ankles I install a set of cuffs that attach to one of the upright pipes. The same on the other side spreading her legs and making metallic sounds when she adjusts.

I step back, she makes a beautiful curvacious presentation, a goddess. A bit of muffin top spills out the top of black stockings. Once again her stressed legs begin to tremble, smooth mound is pink with anticipation, slender ankles are bent to accommodate shoes that need to be flat on the floor. Her tits are ample and hang from maturity, nipples are large and pink.

Like shuffling feet builds a static shock the room of 15 men and women is hot waiting for a touch to discharge. The energy is palpable so even a blinded and deafened Aedos must begin to realize she is not alone with me. Her chest flushes and nipples stiffen into ripe strawberries.

I move behind her and slap her ass with great force sending ripples of flesh around to the front. A quick muffled squeal, mostly surprise escapes her. Because of that one blow her whole body begins to shake, urges demand to be released, tectonic plates shift and sploosh!

The slut lets go with a stream of piss that once started cannot be stopped. The golden liquid splatters on the floor and gurgles down a drain beneath. The crowd which was instructed to remain quiet, but under the spell of Aedos and the shameful spectacle of the urinating goddess spontaneously erupt into appreciation, fascination and disgust.

Before the stream ends I rip the hood off allowing her to see the rapt faces of men in sweaters and women in pantyhose fixed on her pussy, her release, her shame. She can now hear the hoots, insults and laughs. She instinctively moves to cover herself but she is held tight by her restraints and fully open to them all. An excruciating first lesson on the usefulness of modesty and shame.