Compulsion by JB Brooks Page B

I climbed onto the bed and smoothed the list out beside me.
    At last I was allowed to touch my poor tormented body! I ran my hands over my distended nipples, wincing at their sensitivity.
    Oh you’re making it worse!
    I opened the lube and squeezed some over my fingers, dropping some onto the sheet when it ran out quicker than I expected, and rubbed it over my pussy. It was cool on my overheated flesh but just for a moment. I was already so wet that it was impossible to tell what was lube and what was my own secretion. I ran my fingers down the sides of my clit and pinched it longways between my fore and middle fingers, feeling how swollen and throbbing it was, then slid an exploratory finger into my cunt opening. My slick, hot flesh clamped around my digit and I was barely able to hold back a shattering orgasm. I wasn’t going to be able to touch myself much after all, for I believed that Matt would know if I came. I decided to get on with the speculum.
    Oh please, you can’t wait! You’re dying to put that thing inside you.
    With a delicious sense of anticipation I pulled my legs up and put my feet on the mattress, spreading my thighs as wide as I could. I could see everything in the mirror. With my left hand I spread my pussy wide, revealing my pink, throbbing flesh and vaginal opening. Using my right hand I began to insert the speculum. The smooth plastic slid in with surprising ease, parting my channel slightly. I froze and fought off another orgasm that was almost triggered by the foreign penetration. When the critical moment passed I pushed it the rest of the way inside until the open circular base was up against my pussy. I let my pussy lips go and fumbled for the screw with my left hand. After a few awkward turns I began to feel the strangest sensation deep inside my cunt as the blades began to force the walls of my channel apart. I almost came again and wondered how many more times I’d be able to hold it off.
    When the strange pressure inside me turned to tenderness I stopped turning the screw, moved my hands away and examined myself in the mirror. All that was visible of the speculum was the little handle, the circular base and the screw, flush against my pussy. My opening was a round, dark hole, unobstructed and vulnerable. I groaned and lay back on the bed, feeling cool air in my gaping channel. Damn Matt—he’d reduced me to the most basic state of sexual craving and frustration and he wasn’t even here!
    And I wasn’t finished with the damn list either.
    I snatched up the open tube of lube then shuffled about on the bed to find the best way to position myself so that I could look in the mirror and see where to aim it. Holding my knees up against my chest and peering down between my own legs worked best. I tentatively positioned the tube, feeling it knock against the rim of the speculum, and squeezed out some lube. For a moment I felt nothing at all and then suddenly there was a cold sensation spreading out deep, deep within my vagina. I jerked the tube away, convinced that I’d squeezed out way too much, but when I looked at the tube I’d hardly used any at all.
    He wants you to use half. At least.
    That’s just ridiculous!
    It’s going to feel amazing.
    You might as well do it. You’ve done everything else on that stupid list!
    But even in my far-gone state of arousal I knew it wasn’t stupid. He’d created an amazing sensory experience for me. I gave myself over to it and positioned the lube over my opened pussy again. I closed my eyes and squeezed the tube. That cold, wet sensation blossomed inside me once more, utterly foreign, intensely stimulating. I gritted my teeth, telling my inner muscles to relax as I fought off another shattering orgasm.
    When the tube was half empty I set it aside. My body heat was slowly warming the puddle of lube inside me but I could still feel it—a subtle weight without form or shape, moving when my muscles moved. It was a feeling unlike anything else.
    I lay