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Chapter 6
Our trip to Tokyo had lasted only seven days. During that time I had managed to acquire enough PVC clothing to require a new suitcase, while John had managed to fill a new duffel bag with oddities he was reserving as a surprise for me. The latter of which filled me with worry.
We had also managed to take a trip to the clinic recommended by his friends and had my body hair permanently removed. I was fearful, at first, having heard that it was rather painful. However the clinic’s head physician and his assistant Aya, who had undergone the procedure herself, assured me that such was not the case.
“The procedure is rather long,” Doctor Watanabe told us, “and will require several hours for complete hair removal. It is for this reason that we offer sleep through hypnosis. You will be asleep for nearly the entire period and when you wake you will be completely free of hair and with no memory of the procedure.”
He did not lie. My only memory of the entire process was when he sat me down and began to count backwards. Some ten hours later I was riding back to the hotel. There was some discomfort in the ensuing days but it was mild and short lived. Otherwise I was pleased with the results and, judging by John’s lustful attack when we arrived home, he was even more pleased.
We had been home a month when John called me from work. A possible client from was leaving for Tokyo tomorrow and John’s boss wanted him to show him a good time. I was told to wear an all black PVC skirt, bustier and my red thigh high boots.
“You’ve been a good bimbo since we got back,” he said, “and that’s who I want him to meet. So, don’t slip up.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed. “I’ll be the perfect bimbo for you.”
He arrived home at seven-thirty on the dot. I was ready and waiting for him when the car pulled into the garage and, when I heard it, I ran to greet him.
“Hi, Daddy,” I said.
“That’s a good girl,” he told me.
Most times ‘good girl’ had made me cringe but for some reason, since we had returned from Tokyo, my reaction was quite positive. When he said it I nearly jumped into his arms from happiness.
It’s an odd sensation to realize when something as simple as a ‘good girl’ makes you happy. That was my moment and it made me think back to all the times he had called me his ‘good girl’, making me wonder why I had so detested it before.
He freed himself from my embrace, kissing me on the lips as he did so. “Come with me,” he said, as he headed to the bedroom.
“Tonight,” he said, as we entered the bedroom, “I want you to remember. more than ever, what you have become. My client is expecting me to have a well-behaved bimbo with no thoughts in her head except making me happy and fucking my brains out.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I said, giggling so naturally it was scary.
“You’ve managed to be a perfect bimbo since we got back, but I want to make sure you don’t slip up tonight,” he said as I watched him head to the closet.
The duffel bag he had gotten in Tokyo was pulled from the bottom of his closet and put on the bed. I watched as he unzipped it, reached in and pulled out one of his ‘surprises’.
“These,” he began as he held up two large steel balls, each nearly the size of his fist, “are going inside your pussy.”
“Those are going inside me, Daddy?” I asked, completely shocked by what he was telling me and wondering how in hell even one would go inside me.
“Yes,” he said. “Now, lay down on the bed and spread your lags for me.”
I hesitated a moment and then started for the bed and then hesitated again. “But Daddy, what if they fall out?”
“Lay down, Brandi,” he said, his voice taking on a slight stern quality.
I smiled at him, suddenly remembering my place, and moved to the bed and lay down on my back.
“Spread your legs and lift them up a bit, Brandi,” he told me, his voice becoming more stern.
I was slow to obey, fearing what was to come. Then he stepped around to the foot of the bed and sat down and then reached out and rubbed my pussy. It had been so long since he had touched me this way that I reacted almost instantly.
“You get wet quickly, Brandi. Good girl,” he said.
He was right. I was terribly excited and it reminded me how in love with him I was and how much he excited me and then I flashed back to the truth of things. I had cheated on the man I loved and was being punished for it. Suddenly, I was back in the moment of the night when he had confronted me. I could see his face; the tears and the pain and anger.
The first metal ball was suddenly at the mouth of my sex and it jerked me out of my memory. Still feeling the guilt, I thought “Push it in. Push them both in. Punish me.”
He rubbed it up and down and I could tell he was turning it and getting it wet with my juices. Then came the pressure. It was pressed against me and then inside me and my body stretched around it. He stopped for a moment and then pushed again. When it failed to enter me he reached over to the duffel bag and dragged it to him. I closed my eyes, waiting for my punishment; my just punishment. In a moment, the metal ball was back at my hole and being pushed in. I was stretching; grimacing from the pain. Then it was in. He pushed it further in with his fingers and then I felt the other ball against my thigh. That, too, was pushed in.
“Good girl,” he said again, filling me with pride.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said.
A long moment passed. He was stroking me, occasionally pushing his fingers inside me and making the balls go deeper inside me. Then it hit me; how would the balls come out? I opened my eyes as the question was suddenly voiced.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “They have a chain so I can pull them out. They’re attached to each other. I can pull them out more easily than I put them in. Now, turn over and get on your knees.”
As I moved to obey his command I turned and got to my knees, grunting as the balls moved about inside me.
His cock was at my sex almost immediately. He rubbed it back and forth between my labia. Then he brought his cock to my ass and pushed in. The fucking was hard and fast and he came more quickly then he had ever done before. I wanted more. The balls felt so good rattling around inside me that, for once, the ass fucking was too brief - far too brief.
He pulled out and quickly replaced his cock with the clear plastic tube he used to fill me with piss and I knew the night would be long and difficult. Just how difficult I had no way of knowing.
“The limo should be here shortly,” he said as he finished inflating the plug. “Straighten up and meet me in the living room.”
I stood and felt the balls fall inside me. Slowly then, I adjusted my thong and skirt into place. Each movement was torturous; erotically so. Then I took my first step and felt the balls shift inside me. Another step and then another and I felt myself getting wetter and more needy. Never had I been so thankful for a seat as when I sat myself on the couch to wait for John.
The limousine arrived some twenty minutes later. As we headed out the door I could concentrate on nothing but the metal balls inside me. Each step was a mix of misery, pleasure, humiliation and excitement as the metal balls were moved and I imagined the plug in my ass acting as a spoon to stir the balls around inside me. Half way to the car I stumbled and almost fell but John caught me and nearly carried me the remainder of the way and sat me in the car seat beside him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, as the driver closed our door.
“Light headed,” I whispered.
After the driver entered the car, John handed him a piece of paper, I assumed with directions, and rolled up the divider to close us off from the driver and then turned on the overhead lights.
“I imagine you’re pretty excited, right now,” he chuckled. “A bit horny, maybe?”
I affirmed his query with a nod of my head and a sigh and then collapsed against the soft leather seat.
“It’s the balls inside you. They have a secondary ball inside them that tends to move about with each step you take. It makes them vibrate,” he told me. “I imagine you will be a wet mess by the time we get home.”
“Probably,” I said, sighing as I spoke. “I don’t know if I can take this, Daddy.”
He pulled me against him and then told me how beautiful I looked, making me wince and smile at the same time.
The drive seemed excruciatingly long and I feared I would climax with every bump. For some reason, and I don’t know why, I didn’t want to climax. Maybe it would have been too humiliating. All I know is that I fought against cumming. Eventually we made it to the freeway and the ride smoothed.
“I thought limos were supposed to ride smoother,” I said, making him chuckle a bit.
“This is as smooth as they come, Brandi,” he replied, chuckling as a quick braking of the car made me whimper again. “How’s the plug feeling?”
I thought for a moment and concentrated on my ass. “I can’t feel it.”
“You will in a second,” he said. “I have to piss again.”
Had I been able to think I might have noticed that he had to piss more frequently when he intended on using my ass as his urinal. As it was I could hardly concentrate on anything but the sensations caused by the balls moving inside me as I crawled to the red carpeted floor of the limousine.
“You know,” he began, as he started the deflation process, “you really have behaved to my liking since we got back. If all goes well tonight I intend on rewarding you later.”
“I would like that, Daddy,” I said.
Usually, he would rest the plug on the floor when he removed it. This time he brought it to my lips. It was an automatic response these days to open my mouth and, as dirty as it may seem, I hardly gave it a thought when I sucked the plug into my mouth.
Several times, as I recall, I whimpered as he filled me with another bladder full of urine. Bent over as I was the balls seemed to move more frequently inside me and I could swear I could hear them clanging against each other with each bump in the road. I was so overcome with need that I never even noticed him pulling the plug from my mouth and then sealing my ass again.
At long last the car came to a halt. We waited for several minutes and then the doors opened and a largely built Japanese man and his American wife entered the car.
I think his name was Kozan, but I’m not sure. John addressed him as Mr. Ito and she was called Yumi; not her real name, I was told.
As we road to our destination I couldn’t help but stare at the girl, jolted from my fascination only by the occasional bump. She had an entirely phony appearance, as if she were always posing and she spoke much like Tomiko and Fujiko, though it seemed to come with more of a struggle to enunciate thanks to her overly full lips. Her eyes seemed unnaturally large and slightly slanted, her eyelashes were impossibly long and she wore a skin tight PVC bustier that did little to hide her constantly hard nipples or her ridiculously large breasts. Likewise, her PVC skirt was skin tight and far too small for her ample behind. All this was capped off by platinum blond hair that framed her strange Japanese/American face in a neat little bob.
Dinner was held at a Jazz club near the airport and few things, other than Yumi and my constant need, stand out. Truly, the night was a blur of color, noise and wanting misery; my only clear memories being Yumi’s constant comments about how small my ‘tittes’ were, John and Mr. Ito agreeing they could be bigger and a moment of humiliation when I voiced my frustrations by announcing how badly I needed to cum before lapsing into a strange daze.
My next memory was of John pissing in my ass again after we had dropped off his client. We talked. I know we talked but there is no memory of what was said. Then we arrived home and he emptied my ass in the bathroom. He washed me. I know he did because he always washed me. Then I came. I don’t know if he fucked my ass or pussy. I don’t even know if he fucked me. All I know is that I came. Then came the morning.
I was alone and wondering where I was when I woke and then realized I was home and in bed. I sat up and stretched, wondering where John was and what day it was. Was he at work? Was he home? I didn’t know. I shook my head and then slowly stepped out of bed and felt the unmistakable shaking of the metal balls. They were still inside me.
My first reaction was to pull them out. I couldn’t go the entire day with the balls inside me. Then I realized it wasn’t an accident. He wanted them in me and I cursed him.
“Damn it, Daddy, why did you leave these inside me?” I said out loud as I headed to the shower.
Each step made the balls rattle around inside me and I cringed as my arousal grew. It was not so arousing as it had been last night and, as I turned the shower on I had high hopes that I could survive the day without becoming overly excited.
After my shower, which was easier than I had thought it might be, I headed to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. I cursed with each step as I realized that my short mincing steps added to the motion of the metal balls.
“No more mincing until Daddy gets home,” I told myself and then cursed again when I reverted.
I reached the kitchen to find a note from John.
Dear Brandi,
I got a call early this AM from my boss, Don. Apparently, we made quite an impression on Mr. Ito and he wants us to come to Japan and discuss further plans regarding my company’s marketing campaign for his firm. In other words, we got the job!
Don said to bring you along with me as you were as much responsible for Mr. Ito’s choosing to go with our company as I was. So, pack our bags and plan for a two week stay.
Love you,
Daddy
With breakfast immediately forgotten, I turned on my heels and went to the bedroom to pack.
Shortly before John arrived at home he called me an gave me instructions on how to dress.
“Wear your white PVC skirt, the red PVC bustier and a red thong. I want you to pull the steel balls out, wash yourself and the balls. Also, I want you to get my duffel bag out of the closet. Leave the balls on top of the bag so I they’re handy.”
He entered the house at around four-thirty and found me sitting on the couch dressed exactly how he wanted me. I stood immediately and ran over to greet him. We kissed and held each other in a warm embrace and I realized that, despite the misery he caused me, I was happier now than I had ever been.
“I missed you, Daddy,” I said into his ear before releasing him from my arms.
He held me by the shoulders and smiled. “I missed you too, Brandi. Did you get everything ready?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said. “the suitcases and the bag are right behind you.”
He glanced around and then stooped to the duffel, set the metal balls to one side and began fumbling with the zipper. “Go to the couch and bend over.”
My heels thumped on the carpet as I moved to the couch and bent over, apprehensive of what new torture he had in store for me. The sound of the duffel’s zipper made me tense. I thought to look around to see what he was pulling from the bag but decided I didn’t want to know. Then I realized how silly I was being - like a child pulling the covers over his head to protect himself from his imagination. Still, I didn’t look. I couldn’t.
“Did you look in the bag?” he asked as I head him approach me.
I cursed myself inwardly for not thinking of checking the bag. “No, Daddy, I didn’t even think of it.”
“Were you as excited today as you were last night?”
I thought for a long moment before realizing that the arousal I had felt today was nothing compared to the arousal I had felt last night.
“No,” I said. “Just a little excited.”
“That’s because the plug wasn’t in,” he told me. “As it was explained to me, the balls are hollow and have smaller balls inside. Each ball is magnetically charged and so is the metal core of the plug. Basically, the magnets, combined with your own movement, makes the outer balls move around erratically while the inner balls tend to vibrate. Rather ingenious, if you ask me.”
There was a sudden cool wetness on my ass and then the pressure of something being rubbed against my hole and then more wetness.
“I’m going to put a set of plastic balls in your pussy for the trip so we don’t set off security,” he said as he started pushing them in. “and a gel plug in your ass. I want you to get accustomed to being full most of the time. Besides, it’ll keep you aroused and I like that.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I said, torn between excitement and dread.
Once I was filled, he pulled my thong into place and stood me up, directing me to straighten out my skirt. Then we headed out the door.
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