Fill Me

Alicia pushed her hips back, and spread her legs a little, pressing her crotch into the office chair. The clip shifted upward again. So she could think. She unlocked the file drawer and pulled out the Miller papers, just as her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and felt the world drop away from her. Master was calling. She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear. "Yes," she said. Almost a whisper. The only word she could say. The only word she could think. She waited to hear Master's voice.

"Did you add anything to your pussy this morning, slut?" He asked.

"Yes," Alicia replied, carefully choosing her words. "A quarter."

"Cum!" Master commanded.

* * * * * *

"How many things did you put in your pussy today, slave?"

It had become a daily ritual. Sometimes, even several times a day. Master would ask how many things were in Alicia's cunt. And if He liked the answer, He would command her to cum. But if He didn't like the answer, He would withhold her orgasm. He would tease and torment her with how many more objects she needed to push into her cunt. And later He would ask her again. Alicia constantly found herself looking for more objects, new objects, to shove into her pussy.

She felt so packed. So full. So heavy between her legs.

She had to wear a thick pad all the time, because her pussy was constantly dripping. Always aroused. The clip held it all inside -- all but the moisture. All the little things. The coins. The marbles. More smooth stones. Master had been so pleased when she said twenty-four things, let her cum -- and demanded thirty. Pleased with fifty things, let her cum -- and demanded sixty. When she walked, she could feel them scrunching together with every step. Keeping her constantly stimulated. Constantly wet. So very full.

Putting on her make-up this morning, she'd decided the lipstick was a shade she no longer needed. Winter was turning into spring. Time for lighter colors. The lipstick case soon found itself up her pussy. Wedged tightly next to the other lipstick cases. And the keys. And the ballpoint pens. And the candles.

Candles got so warm and soft, up inside her cunt all day. Alicia found they stuck to everything else, squeezing into tiny spaces between the objects. Making them all come out in a big lump, when Master commanded her to remove them. For washing. For cleaning.

She felt so empty without all those objects inside.

Master's objects. Filling her. Packing her so full. Stretching her pussy bigger and bigger every day. Unable to cum, unless Master deemed her full enough. Unless she was stretched so full, she was ready to burst. Her pussy clenched on the objects, scrunching them together.

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Master's voice. Master's objects in her cunt. Master's cock in her mouth. Pumping. Filling her mouth. But never so tightly, so deliciously as He filled her cunt!

* * * * * *

Alicia had been well trained. Sitting in her office chair, in full public view, she showed no overt sign that waves of irresistible orgasms were cascading through her mind and body. Even her breath continued to be slow and steady -- though, if someone listened closely, they might notice a tightness, a strict control of her breathing that belied the outward calm she exhibited. Alicia's pussy squeezed down around all the tiny objects in her pussy, and she felt them scrunching and clicking together as they shifted position. The muscles in her anus pulled upward, tightly -- as if trying to suck her panties up inside her. And if one looked really closely, they could see her pupils dilating wide, as she stared into the space just above her desk.

"Thank you. Goodbye." Hollow. Almost toneless. It was what Alicia had been trained to say. It was so automatic, she was halfway down the hallway, carrying the Miller files, before she realized she had hung up her cell phone.

* * * * * *

Alicia gazed up into Master's hypnotizing eyes as she reached into her pussy, pulled out the next object. Wet and shiny with her juices. She held it up to her mouth, and licked it clean, then dropped it into the bowl. A big, ceramic mixing bowl from the kitchen. CLINK! A marble. So smooth and round. "Twenty-six," she counted, licking her lips.

"Cum!" Master commanded.

Alicia spasmed, her throat emitting little squeals. Her hands were both in mid-air, aching to squeeze her nipples, stroke her aching clit. She looked up into empty space. Into Master's eyes. Mouth open. Ready for His cock. Always ready for His thick, dripping cock.

* * * * * *

Alicia entered the conference room, with the papers from the file. Though she was dressed professionally -- even conservatively -- Alicia could tell Mrs. Miller couldn't wait for her to leave. Mr. Miller, on the other hand, smiled at her, like he wished she'd stay. Master had explained it had something to do with pheromones -- scents from Alicia's skin that signaled she was available for sex, and VERY willing. She had no control over them, and her body exuded them, twenty-four hours a day. Of course, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Miller had any way of knowing, that Alicia was only REALLY available to be used by Master.

As she walked out the door, Alicia looked back at Mrs. Miller. Finally, the old broad had smiled -- glad to see her depart. Alicia imagined what Mr. Miller would be doing later tonight, placating his wife, while fantasizing about Alicia's round ass and long legs. She resolved to beg Master's forgiveness for thinking about anybody but Him -- even indirectly.

The objects in her pussy scrunched together as she walked down the hallway, thinking about being punished by Master. Almost craving it.

* * * * * *

"Rinse them off, slave," Master commanded. "And then return here."

Alicia crawled toward the bathroom, pushing the bowl in front of her. She would only be allowed to stand when she got inside, when she left the hallway.

* * * * * *

"Now, open your mouth, slave." Alicia knelt before Master. The bowl of objects in front of her, His thick, delicious cock rubbing against her drooling lips. "Suck!" He commanded, "and push all the objects back inside -- one by one!"

As she sucked, Master looked down on her, and watched as she inserted each object, pushing it as far up into her pussy as she could. "Cum!" He commanded, as each item plopped inward, between her wet nether lips.

She finished by pushing the clip down, over her clit, squeezing those lips together, tightly.

So full.

* * * * * *

Riding the subway home, Alicia tried to remember what she had done today. All she could think about was the objects she had been compelled to squeeze into her over-stuffed pussy. A rubber eraser. A white-board marker. She lifted one hand, as if to adjust her hair, crossing right over left -- but it was really so her forearm would brush against her right nipple. She shuddered.

* * * * * *

"Seventy-two." CLINK. Alicia dropped a penny into the bowl. The last of her "loose change." She was empty, now.

"Cum!" Master commanded.

Alicia shivered and cried, the waves overtaking her. One orgasm for every object. She felt exhausted, used-up -- and still craved more. She sobbed and panted, tears running down her face, her lips in a grimace of subjugation. Perhaps even pain. Her mind was blank, not anticipating, only obedient.

"Are there any more?" Master demanded.

Alicia pushed her hand deep into her wet cunt, swirling the fingers around and probing, looking for any tiny little item still remaining that she might have forgotten. Her fingers emerged shiny, covered with a thick coating, globs of her own lubrications. She licked her juices off them, one by one, shaking her head, looking up at Master. There was nothing more. No more objects. No more resistance. No more desire -- except to obey.

She found she could not say the "N" word, and replied, "There aren't any more, Master. I am empty." Her hand fell to her side, and she panted, breathing deeply. No longer anticipating the command to rinse the objects and return. So tired. So horny. Aching for Master's command to cum again. So tired, wrung out.

"Have you learned your lesson, slut?" Master stepped forward, and teased her, rubbing the tip of His cock over her lips, her nose, her cheeks. His cock felt so warm. So firm, and soft. The musky smell of His skin made her eyes want to close.

Alicia could no longer remember what the lesson was. Only that she must obey Master. Obey Master. Obey Master. She said the only word she could think of: "Obey." She gazed up into Master's eyes, while His cock wove back and forth over her face, covering one eye then the other.

"Good girl," Master said.

Alicia shivered and whimpered at the trigger. Unable to look away from Master's eyes. Worshiping, aching for Him. Waiting for a command -- any command.

"Give me the bowl," Master commanded.

For a moment, Alicia wasn't sure what He meant. Then she remembered the bowl of objects, still wet with her saliva, licked clean of her pussy juices. Of course! She would give him anything. Anything. She reached down to the floor and picked up the bowl, lifting it up toward Master like an offering to a god. He took the bowl, and set it aside on the nearby table.

"Now, slave, remember what it felt like, to be so full. So full, your pussy was about to explode. To tear itself apart."

Alicia felt the now-familiar sensation of being stuffed to bursting, the scrunching of the many little objects in her pussy.

"No more objects," Master commanded. "I want your cunt empty. Do you understand, slut?"

Alicia nodded her head, looking up at Master. His cock had a bead of pre-cum at the tip, that she ached to lick.

"Empty, like your little head -- but now, you ALWAYS feel full -- just like you still had all these objects inside you."

The slave's gaze slipped past Master's cock, looking into nowhere -- seeming to see her own cunt, packed and stuffed with stones and marbles and coins...

"Being full and empty drives you crazy. Being full and empty makes you so horny. Being full and empty makes you want to obey. Wanting to obey... makes you want to cum! Do you want to cum, slave?"

Alicia's pussy felt so tired. So raw. So full... or was it empty? She could no longer tell the difference. She couldn't help herself. She looked up at Master, her eyes pleading... and nodded her head.

"Cum!" Master commanded. Over and over and over again, while He stuffed His cock in her mouth and made her suck. "Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

And as Alicia's mind dropped deep into sub-space, she felt so blissfully full. Or empty. Mouth so full. Cunt so empty. Cum... cum... cum... Mind so empty... Cum... cum... cum...

If her lips hadn't been stretched around Master's warm, thick cock, Alicia would have smiled with joy. She closed her eyes, and did the two things she COULD do, so very well.

Suck... and cum!