WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 11

"I've got this on the lowest setting," Dawn said, "and a constant pulse. It has six different pulse settings and ten current strength levels. Since I'm doing an erogenous zone, I wanted to start low. You can use stronger settings on other parts of the body or if you want to increase the stimulation to the point it's painful."

"How does it feel?" I asked Marcia.

"It's a very unusual feeling," Marcia replied, "stimulating though not quite comfortable. You can see the reaction of my nipples."

"Try the next highest setting," I suggested to Dawn.

She fiddled with the control though she didn't remove her left hand from Marcia's right breast. When she put her other hand on Marcia's left breast, she said, "This is the next highest setting and I changed it to a rhythmic pulse. It goes off and on at regular intervals."

She moved her finger tips over the tip of Marcia's nipples and around the areolae.

"How does it feel now?" I asked Marcia.

"A little less comfortable, though not unbearable, Master."

"I'll purchase this item. I'd like you to test it on her cunt, please."

Dawn was eager to do so. She lowered the zipper on Marcia's dress and lowered it to the floor. Marcia stepped out of the dress, naked but for her shoes. Dawn whistled when she saw my wife exposed in all her glory; a wolf whistle which would have done any sailor proud. As Marcia said, her cum was running down her leg.

"I'd like to remove the Vibe," Dawn said, "to have access to her clit."

I turned it off and said, "Give it to my slave to clean."

Dawn pulled it out and handed it to Marcia who licked it clean before handing it to me. Dawn adjusted the controls on the device again.

"I turned it back to low current and left it on the rhythmic pulse."

Dawn lowered her hands to Marcia's inner thighs, a hand on each, then slowly started bringing them together until her electrode covered fingers were on her labia. Marcia moaned. Then Dawn slid one finger over Marcia's clit and the other down to the bottom of her sheath.

Marcia started humping Dawn's hand, saying "Master, may I cum?"

"Cum for me, little slave." Marcia sighed in relief and climaxed over Dawn's fingers. Dawn licked her fingers and declared Marcia to be a tasty little slut.

"Why did she have to request permission to cum now and not before?" Dawn asked.

"She doesn't have to request permission in public but this is not, plus it's you giving her the climax. She's being obedient to my wishes."

Dawn adjusted the settings again and placed one electrode near Marcia's rosebud and the plug inside it and the other over her clit.

"This is the second lowest setting and a randomized pulse. You can place it on the anus if she's not plugged."

Marcia's legs were quivering in abrupt spasmodic contractions and in three minutes, asked for permission to cum again.

I gave her permission and she gratefully trembled into another orgasm, fresh fluids running down her leg. I told Dawn to go to the max setting and use it on Marcia's tits again.

"The highest setting is considered a punishment setting," Dawn warned.

"Don't maintain contact with her breasts, just brush against them," I said.

Dawn did as I suggested and Marcia flinched.

"What was it like?" I asked.

"It burned similar to hot wax, Master."

"Could I use it on you for long?" I inquired.

"I don't know," she said.

"Would this damage her skin in any way or leave any burn marks?" I asked Dawn.

"No, the current isn't high enough to leave burns. As I said, this is similar to what doctor's use for certain treatments, so it can't harm her skin. It might even feel comfortable on other areas of her skin."

"What about the vibration portion of the device?" I asked.

"The vibration pod only has one power level and vibration mode. As it's your fingers, of course, you may squeeze and caress as you normally would."

"Excellent. Before we pick out her vibrator, and since the store is shut down and we're out of sight, I'd like to test a couple of punishment devices. Whatever we choose can't leave any marks on her for longer than two days or break her skin."

"I don't know how long any of our things would leave marks. I've never experienced any of them. I would think it would depend partly upon how hard you intended to strike her and how many times you did."

"You're right, of course. The things I use now I can use with substantial force; not my full strength but marks disappear quickly. I used a paddle, whip and my hand on her this morning, fifty strokes each."

"She recovers nicely," Dawn noted. "I barely notice even a tinge of pink on her ass." She stroked it as she spoke. "Let me get a couple items. You can test them out if you wish if they're not sealed in a bag."

Dawn disappeared for a couple minutes and came back with a small assortment of items. "I tried not to duplicate anything which you had. I must warn you, these two items are reported to sting quite severely. People on whom they've been used were convinced they were among the worst things they ever experienced."

The two things she handed me were a long thin cane made of rattan or bamboo, and a whip made up of maybe fifty strands of a thin rubbery substance about 24-30 inches long. She also had a single tailed whip and a couple of riding crops, neither of which had a leather tip, but a vinyl or nylon ring or triangle. Last were three paddles, one with the word 'slut' carved into it backward, the other looking like the bottom of a hiking boot with treads on it, and the last was a clear thin plastic swatter. I showed them all to Marcia and asked her if there were any she wanted to try.

"I'd like to try them all, Master, though gently, until you know what they'll do."

"Okay, little slave. Bend over and grab the edge of the shelf."

"Yes, Master."

She bent over, and gripped the shelf, aiming her delectable naked ass at me. I thought I'd go with the ones not complained about first, and save the worst for last. I picked up one of the paddles, the one with slut backwards. I slapped it against my thigh first. Shit, it stung. I could see why slut was backward. When applied to the skin, it read forward. I applied it to her bottom at about the same strength I'd used on myself. Smack. A wide red mark with a white slut in the middle of her left cheek. She flinched, but remained quiet.

"You're now marked as a slut, slave," I said. "It clearly says so on your ass. What do you think?"

"It would be very effective, Master."

"I'm going to try the boot one next." Properly warned was forearmed.

I hit myself first, less hard than I'd used the first one on me. This one hurt like a bitch also. I took a little more off before I struck her right cheek. A footprint appeared on her ass. She flinched again, but remained silent. I asked her how it felt.

"Substantially the same as the first one, Master. Also effective."

"Do you have a preference?"

"Not between those two."

I picked up the clear plastic swatter. It was more flexible than the first two. It might even wrap around a little when struck with it. Maybe it could be used on other parts of the body as well. I tested it on my calf.

"Damn, this little sucker packs a mean punch."

"May I feel, Master?"

I aimed at the tops of Marcia's thighs, right where they joined her buttocks. I even took a little more off than the last one, knowing how much this hurt. Marcia groaned when I struck her and jumped more than flinched.

"You're right, Master. It's quite wicked, though I prefer it to the first too. They're too much like your current paddle. This is totally different, more of a stinging sensation than a wallop, if you know what I mean."

"I do. It is different."

"You'll notice the handle is silicone and can be used as a dildo to penetrate her," Dawn said, "after her spanking is complete.

Picking up the riding crop with the ring, I decided to only do one. The other was essentially the same except for the shape of the piece at the end. I decided to test the one on the top of her cheek, before I got to bone. It looked harsher than the crop I usually used. I doubted I could use this anywhere but her buns. Back to the left cheek I guess. I tested it on the top of my thigh first. A round welt immediately appeared.

"Fuck. I can't use this on you, Marcia. I think it would leave marks for longer than two days."

"Just one, Master, so I can experience it myself. If you need to swing less hard, do so."

"If you're sure?" Questioning.

"Yes, I'm sure."

I aimed carefully, I didn't want this to land anywhere but my specific target. I took about twenty percent off what I'd used on myself. It landed and Marcia squealed. A round welt formed on her as well. Fortunately, it didn't look too bad and it was high enough she wouldn't be sitting on it.

"Well?" I asked.

"It's barely tolerable, Master. I'm thinking no more than ten to twenty swats maximum with that crop. If the mark doesn't disappear within two days, we couldn't use it."

"Why do her marks have to disappear within two days?" Dawn asked.

"She can't wear marks to her work. She'll be starting a new job and it would raise unpleasant questions."

Dawn didn't ask what the job was. It made no difference. I picked up the single tail. Soft leather, very flexible, would go around the body, so would have to keep it in mind. I wouldn't want a stroke intended for her back to strike her breasts. Had to be aware of where the tip would land. I hit my other thigh. Painful, but not terribly so, light welt, but might disappear quickly.

My phone rang. I glanced at it and saw it was the realtor. This was a call I had to take. Whatever he wanted to tell me was something I needed to hear.

"Sam speaking," I said.

"Your friendly neighborhood realtor here. I've got news about your closing. I was able to get it moved up to four weeks. We should be closing in three and a half weeks."

"That's great news," I said.

"Don't want to take a lot of your time, but wanted to give you the good news. I'll text you the exact time and place as soon as it's nailed down. Probably be at the title company who writes the title insurance."

"Thank you, John." I hung up.

"Who was it?" Marcia asked.

"John, telling us our closing is in three and a half weeks."

"You're moving?" Dawn asked.

"To California," Marcia replied. "New jobs there for both of us."

"I'm disappointed," Dawn said. "You're the most interesting customers I've had in some time."

I laughed. "I can see why you might think so. How many others do you have testing your products in your store?"

"None."

I picked up the whip. "This is the single tail whip, little slave. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master."

I aimed so the tip would strike the top of her right buttock. Marcia flinched, but was able to remain silent again. A small welt appeared where I struck, as expected. The welt actually extended across both cheeks, although it was worse where the tip had fallen.

"It's worse than the cat, Master, but not substantially so," Marcia said, anticipating my question.

"It leaves a light welt which might disappear in two days," I said.

Marcia nodded. The only two left were the ones people had said really hurt. I really wondered about the 50 stranded whip thing. I ran the strands through my fingers and detected tiny knots on it, maybe not even knots, just nodules which meant it wasn't smooth.

"Little slave, I don't think I want to use these last two on you. I'm unfamiliar with the whip, but it feels like it has small nodules on it which may cut the skin, and I've read that canes can break the skin and leave long lasting welts. I don't want to really hurt you. I know you have a fairly high tolerance for pain, but I'm not comfortable using either of these."

Marcia stood and faced me. "May I see them, please, Master."

I handed them both to her and she looked over first one than the other. She set the cane down and smacked her own palm with the whip, not striking hard, but hard enough. She flinched when she did it.

"I agree with your assessment of the whip," she said.

She set it down and picked up the cane, striking herself on the other palm with it.

"I want you to use the cane on me, one blow only, spread across both cheeks, about half the strength you use with your paddle."

I looked at her and she nodded her head and said, "Please, Master." She then bent over and grabbed the shelf again, displaying her perfect bottom. I picked the meatiest part of her bum as a target and determined how it would have to fall so it went across both sides at once. Remembering to cut my swing in half, I laid it across her derrière. Marcia groaned and a nasty welt appeared where I'd struck her.

"Thank you, Master," she said. "I needed to feel what it was like just once."

She stood, rubbing the offended area, though lightly.

"Have you chosen which one you would like, little slave?" I asked.

"The clear, plastic paddle, Master. It stings horribly, yet does not seem as if it would leave any long lasting marks, and I believe it might be used on other parts of my anatomy other than my behind. Along with the e-stim device, it should prove interesting."

"Get dressed," I said.

Marcia put her dress back on and we all walked to the counter. I set the two items we were definitely purchasing on the counter.

"Which of the vibrators do you want to get?" I asked.

Marcia looked at them all again. Slowly she started picking items up, handing them to Dawn until only two were left, the modified butterfly and the Womanizer Inside and Out. I could see she was having a hard time making up her mind between the two and I'd ask her why later, but for now, I told Dawn we'd take both of them. She rang up our four purchases.

"Excuse me a moment," Dawn said. "I need to check something in back."

She disappeared for about two minutes and when she came back, she was carrying a small box and another whip. She picked up the polycarbonate paddle we'd purchased and said, "This paddle is called 'The Enforcer' and it's made by Doc Johnson. Doc Johnson is running a sale right now where if you buy any Doc Johnson product, you can get this whip, called The Quad for half price. As you can see it has four silicone strands, hence the Quad name and the strands are weighted at the end. We just got these in, they weren't displayed yet, but the computer said we had them in stock which is why I went to the back. They're still in the shipping container. At half price, it's only $21.00. Would you be interested?"

I had to admit it was different. It didn't look like it would leave marks and the weighting at the ends intrigued me. $21.00 wasn't going to break me even if we didn't like it. I said, "Go ahead and add it."

"Lastly, because you're spending over $500, the store offers this item for free." She showed us the small box. "This is called Viva Cream. You put a little on a woman's clitoris to enhance their pleasure. There's three tubes in the box, which should last for awhile. It's all natural, body safe, odorless, with a very faint mint taste, and won't damage latex condoms if that's a concern. I've used it and I like the stuff. For free, you can't beat it."

"You're quite the saleswoman, Dawn. I've enjoyed our shopping experience. It's too bad the butterfly isn't charged. Her Vibe is probably running out of juice and we're going out for supper."

"Excuse me, but that particular product is charged at the factory and holds a charge for ninety days without use. As soon as you told me to add it to the order, I stuck it on a charger to top it off. It should be good to go."

"Dawn, you really are a treasure. I sure hope your employer appreciates your many fine qualities. Marcia, please go with Dawn to the alcove over there and let her assist you in putting on your new butterfly."

"Yes, Master."

Dawn removed it from the charger and went with Marcia to the alcove. Marcia raised her feet one at a time and let Dawn slide the straps over her feet and up her legs. I noticed Dawn ran her hands up Marcia's legs as she raised it. Marcia lifted up her dress and Dawn inserted the penis portion in Marcia's cunt and seated the butterfly over her clit. Dawn gave Marcia a quick kiss on her mound before standing. Marcia then kissed Dawn on the lips briefly but passionately by way of thanks. They returned to me and Dawn handed me the remote. I turned it on to check the noise. It was quiet enough to use in the restaurant.

"How does it feel, little slave."

"Very good, Master. I shall be climaxing in no time."

"Thanks again, Dawn. Have a pleasant evening."

"You too. I know your slave will. On the low setting, the charge is supposed to last for three hours. Two and a half at higher settings. Both are long enough to get your slave off multiple times through an entire meal." In that case, I would leave it on for now. Even if it wasn't totally topped off it should last most of the way through supper.

"Excellent." I handed Dawn a fifty. "A tip for you. I always appreciate a consummate professional."

She handed us the rest of our purchases and unlocked the door. I put all of them in the trunk except the Womanizer Inside and Out. It charged via USB port like most premium products anymore so I plugged it into the USB port in the car so it could charge while we were eating. I thought I might have need of it later tonight.

Marcia and I went to the Origami for supper tonight. Even though it was less than four miles to the restaurant from Tender Moments, it took more than twenty minutes to get there because a Miracles minor league baseball game was letting out between us and our destination and traffic was nasty. Marcia orgasmed four times during the trip, able to let loose now as she wouldn't be able to do so in the restaurant.

"I'm happy to see it works so well," I said, when she climaxed the fourth time.

"Yes, Master," Marcia moaned. "It works very well. I know I must have it on in Origami, but can we please turn it off until we sit down to eat or I may not last through the meal without embarrassing myself."

"Always glad to help a sister out," I said turning it off.

"Thank you, Master." Marcia leaned her car seat back and closed her eyes. "I need a moment."

I patted her bare leg. How I loved this woman. She smiled and laid her hand over mine.

Once we got past the ball field, the traffic thinned out some although we usually had to wait until the traffic lights cycled twice before we got through an intersection. Arriving, I parked and we got out. Not being tourist season, we had no problem being seated. Marcia grabbed the two extra napkins at our table before the waitress came to clear the extra place settings. She placed them under her bottom, sitting on them as she expected to leak extensively while we ate. I meant to oblige her and turned on the butterfly. She smiled at me as I did.

The waitress came to take our order and we each ordered a couple pieces of sushi as an appetizer, and I ordered the mixed tempura plate while Marcia ordered the chicken teriyaki as our entrees. We both ordered green tea and I ordered a glass of plum wine. We were both hungry as we hadn't eaten since our brunch and Marcia enjoyed frequent orgasms today and they always made her appetite increase to feed the energy expended. I waited until our main course was delivered before starting a conversation about what occurred today, not wanting to pay much attention to the comings and goings of our waitress.

"How's your bottom," I asked, "where I struck you with the cane?"

"I'm well aware of the welt you left there," Marcia replied, "but it's tolerable. I might not be sitting upon it if you'd used it on me more than once. I suspect the mark will remain there for more than two days, but it's got time to heal before it will be seen by anyone who doesn't share our lifestyle."