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She rubber-banded it back in a pony tail and slicked it down again, the closest she could get to looking bald. She opened the small case and pushed the steel rings into her nostrils, opening them as wide as she was able - punana's nose. She taped the tops of her ears flat against her head - punana's ears. Last week, she'd found a way to have punana's tongue. She put three rubber bands around the length of her tongue, effectively keeping it from retracting, bringing the tip to a point. The one deepest in her mouth, closest to the base, kept her from retracting her tongue. That turned her on. She knew she would end up having to keep her mouth open, she knew she would end up drooling down the front of her naked body. She knew she would feel her own saliva on her chest, dripping between her titties and down her belly.
She opened another small case and took out four spring-loaded rings. She lined them on the countertop, closed the case. Her fingers trembled slightly as she touched her nipples, licking her fingertips, then teasing them erect. She loved her nipples. Brown and long and stiff. Early on, when she and Ben had been experimenting, they learned she could get close to cumming from just nipple play. Ben was wonderful at it and she wished he shared the rest of her fantasies. But, there were limits. For him.
Watching herself in the mirror the whole time, she picked up the first ring and pulled it open. She stretched her left nipple between her fingers and pressed the ends of the ring near the base. When she let go, she felt it bite into her and gave a satisfied 'ah'. She tugged. They were perfectly adjusted, she could pull and twist without them coming off but they didn't tear her skin. She smiled and attached the others, two on each side.
Today she added something new. Earplugs. punana was not deaf but Daisy felt it was in keeping with punana's destiny. She wasn't deaf now but Tiffany or the Doctor could change that at any time. On a whim. They owned punana completely and Daisy wanted to be her. She pushed them in deep and clapped her hands. Nothing. She smiled.
The last part of the ritual wouldn't happen until she was back at her desk. She left the bathroom, making sure to take the plastic bag and the small cases for her toys with her. She opened the bottom drawer of the desk and set them back in place. Then, she took out the duct tape and the dowels. She slid a dowel down each of her calves until they were a full four inches below her heels, then taped them into place. She taped all the way from her knees to her ankles, it looked like she was wearing shiny, latex boots. She stood up. She had to keep most of her weight on the balls of her feet - like punana. She made herself walk around the room twice, feeling the fear of falling, the tension up and down her legs, swimming in the silence of her plugged ears, feeling the spit running over her bottom lip and down her chin. Soon, it would run down her neck, then onto her chest. She felt herself getting wet between the legs, wanted to touch herself, but knew she couldn't. punana couldn't, that is - so Daisy wouldn't.
Daisy walked around the room one more time, then stopped and stood still just behind her chair. She ran her fingers along the edge of the chair back, feeling the cool leather under her fingertips, imagining Peter touching her skin. She closed her eyes and remembered those first few minute in Vegas, his hand just reaching out and taking her. No hesitation, no uncertainty, no negotiation. She shuddered. She flicked her middle finger hard against her left nipple, the pain exploding through her chest. "Peter," she whispered, flicking the right nipple. "Fuhk!" she grunted, flicking again but with less intensity. She imagined him watching, laughing, shaking his head, chastising her and she flicked harder, over and over, fast, tears coming to her eyes. She bent at the waist, leaning forward, opening her legs, resting her weight backward on the dowels so she could feel the tension along the back of her calves.
She clicked the mouse and launched her chat program looked for Peter. He wasn't there. She sighed her relief. She played this game with herself often, praying every time that he wouldn't be there, wondering what she would do it he ever was.
She clicked through to punana's latest story, read about The Doctor's latest changes to her body, swelling the insides of her mouth so it would feel more like a pussy when they fucked her face. She puckered and puffed out her cheeks, trying to imagine herself as punana, The Doctor's toy, Tiffany's toy.
Daisy played with herself, stroking her cunt and pulling at the nipple rings, flicking her nipples and tongue hard, harder, but she couldn't make it, she couldn't cum. She pulled out the chair and sat down, started surfing chats, then video chats, showing herself to whoever was there, PM-ing the freaks in the 'dungeon' rooms but not getting any takers. She pushed the vibrator harder against her cunt and turned the motor to high but couldn't get over.
Peter's profile lit up and Daisy's heart jumped to her throat. He was online! She immediately clicked and invited him to a video chat. She leaned forward, excited now, grinding her chest into the edge of the desk, feeling the rings biting into her nipples. She picked up a thumbtack and started poking at her right nipple, tilted the camera so he would be able to see her hurting herself for him. She dragged it along the topside of her titty, scratching a thin red line in her flesh. Peter didn't acknowledge her. She took a snapshot and sent it to his email, along with a message 'punana needs you'.
Daisy squeezed her thighs together. Once Peter took hold of her, she'd cum in no time. All he'd have to do would be tell her "touch yourself" or "pinch yourself" and she'd cum right then. She felt her cunt oozing and pushed her finger up between her pussy lips. She felt a gush down between her cheeks.
"Hi hotty," someone named Master9199 PM'ed. "Push those pins harder." Daisy clicked IGNORE, she didn't want to waste time with anyone else now that Peter was online. She rubbed her clit with her fingers and moaned, opened her legs wider, bit her tongue.
"Come on, come on, come on," she growled, watching Peter's name on the screen. He was watching her, she knew. The chat showed he was on video mute, but had clicked on her signal. That turned her on, just knowing he was watching, and she stroked herself harder.
"Pe-oooh, can -oo hear me?" she asked, her voice garbled by the rubber bands.
Nothing.
"Pe-oooh, what --ou -ant --eee --o do?"
Then...
"what -oo -ant oo-ahh-ahh -oo -do?"
She ground her ass in the chair, feeling her own sticky juices soaking her thighs and ass, moving her legs so the dowels scratched the backs of her legs. "oo-ahh-ahh, oo-ahh-ahh," she repeated, trying to make 'punana' come out somehow and crying now that she couldn't even offer herself to him that way. She picked up a wooden ruler and started swatting her tits, the top, sides, top again, moaning, "Pe-oooh, pe-oooh, pe-oooh..." She felt her orgasm building, finally, finally, knowing he was watching, knowing she was offering herself to him, knowing he was probably sitting at his desk, stroking himself, watching her, watching her hands and . . .
A chat bubble opened on the screen next to Peter's name.
"You're pathetic."
"Yesssss!!!" she screamed and came.
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