High Score · Part 2 (2/2)
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Dorthy's eyes went wide, realizing what she'd just heard. She nodded her head, still unable to speak, biting her lip. She pumped her hips, unable to stop, and dug her fingers into her breasts.
"Yes, your pussy will go NUMB — and your orgasm will be transferred. You know what transfer means, Dorthy? The machine will transfer your orgasm to ME. Instead of YOU cumming, it will be ME cumming."
Dorthy moaned again, thrusting, pumping. So close!
"That big, red display is going to count orgasms. But it's not going to count YOUR orgasms. It's going to count MINE! You're so close, aren't you Dorthy."
Dorthy nodded. Pumping. Squeezing.
"Closer… and closer… NOW," the saleslady said. "Cum NOW — oh, but you can't. _I_ am cumming!" And she was. The saleslady squeezed her thighs tightly together, and she felt the orgasm rippling through her own clitoris, her belly — wave after wave, cresting over and over.
As Dorthy approached orgasm, she thrust her hips down, HARD, against the cushion, pausing her pumping only a moment.
"You are trying so hard to cum," the woman continued. "But your clitoris has gone completely numb. Your pussy has gone completely numb. You can feel the gentle hum of the electricity inside your pussy, as your orgasm passes. As it passes to ME. See the display, Dorthy. Look, as it changes from zero-zero to zero-one!"
Dorthy looked up at the blank wall, certain she saw the display. Saw it changing. And moaned, frustrated.
"Oh, that felt so good!" the saleslady cried. And it had. "It felt so good for ME to cum. But YOU did not! Now, listen to me, Dorthy. The dildo has stopped being electrified. The feeling is returning to your pussy. The numbness is gone. Feel the dildo thrusting and spinning inside you again!"
Dorthy started pumping her hips again. Her little pink tongue was sticking out through her shiny lips.
"Watch the crystal. Mmmmm, the crystal flashing, and the dildo pumping in and out of you. Feel so good! Getting closer and closer to another orgasm! Closer!" Dorthy pumped harder. "Closer!" And harder. "Cum NOW — oh, but the electricity turns on again. You can't cum! _I'm_ cumming! See the display flip to zero-two!"
Dorthy moaned and bucked, trying to get the feeling back in her pussy. Trying to go over the edge. Squeezing her breasts hard, trying to cum from ANY sensation. But she just couldn't do it!
"The electrification is gone. You can feel the dildo again, Dorthy. Feel it pumping into you. Getting closer and closer to number three." Dorthy whimpered, wiggling, pumping. "NOW! Cum NOW! Electrified. You can't cum! Oh, MY pussy feels so good! Mmmmm! Zero-three!"
Dorthy bounced on the cushion. Her eyes squeezed shut. She shook her head, tossing her hair back and forth, so it fell in tangles around her face.
"Electrification gone. So close again. Number four! Electrified! NUMB!"
Dorthy twisted her torso back and forth, shaking, squealing.
"You can feel again. Closer and closer. Number five! NUMB! Feeling again. Closer. Number six. NUMB!"
Tears were running down Dorthy's face, now. Humping, bucking, bouncing, whining. Whimpering in little gasps.
"Seven!… Eight!… Fifteen!… Twenty-seven!… Thirty-five!"
Dorthy had become quieter and quieter as the number progressed. Humping even the tiniest amount brought her right to the edge of orgasm — where she lost it, every time. Her eyes opened, blindly, staring up at the crystal. Staring into the flashing lights. Staring up at the display. Wiggling her hips ever so gently. Cum. Numb. Count. Pump. Cum. Numb. Count.
"Forty-three!… Fifty!"
Dorthy was no longer moving. Now, she simply listened to the words. Listened to the commands. Cum. Numb. Count. Cum. Numb. Count.
"I'd say you've won the bet," the saleslady's friend said, patting her shoulder.
The blonde looked up at her, smiling, and wiggled her eyebrows. "I'll be by to collect, later," she replied, clearly enjoying her triumph. "I think it's time to grant this little girl some release!" She turned back to Dorthy, and snapped her fingers again. "Dorthy, I have just turned off the electrics. You can feel the dildo again — and this time, you can go all the way. You can cum!"
Instantly, Dorthy doubled over on top of the cushion, pumping wildly down onto it. Up and down, up and down. Squealing, whimpering. Curling into a little ball on top of the cushion, face pressed firmly against its cool surface. Dorthy squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, shaking. The waves of orgasm ran up and down her body, through her legs, between her legs, up through her breasts and her arms. Up her back in ripples, in shivers. Up her neck into her head, where they felt like a scream — a scream muffled by the cushion against her face. She sat there, curled up, shivering and pumping and moaning for several minutes, mindlessly engulfed by spasm after spasm — as if finally experiencing all the orgasms that had been counted, but that she hadn't been able to feel. Finally she became quiet again. Quiet and relaxed. Just lying in a little heap on the cushion.
"Good girl," the saleslady said. "Just drift here a moment. Let it all go and relax."
Dorthy rolled her head to one side, still lying on the bolster cushion. Almost hugging it, her eyes closed. She inhaled a deep breath and let out a contented sigh, a big smile on her face. Her bottom wiggled a couple of times, seemingly of its own accord, expressing joy and contentment.
"Very good," the blonde said. "Now I'm going to count to three again, and you're going to wake up. You're going to feel relaxed and refreshed. Invigorated. All tension gone. Ready now… One… Two… Three." She snapped her fingers.
Dorthy's eyes popped open, and she sat up on the bolster cushion, feeling a little disoriented. She looked up into the saleslady's eyes — jade-green, sea-green, forest-green — and she felt so good, so comfortable. Then she realized she was still sitting on the sex machine, skirt hiked up around her waist. Dorthy looked down a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, then concluded that after what she'd been through — with what she wanted, what she NEEDED — embarrassment was no longer a consideration. No longer important. She looked back up into those deep green eyes.
"Oh, that was good!" Dorthy said, finding her bottom wiggling again. Awkwardly, she rocked forward and stood up, still straddling the cushion. She lifted one leg and stepped back, swaying for a moment till she got her balance. She looked down at the machine, and was surprised to find there was no dildo — not even a hole for one. Her panties were still in place, and soaking wet. What had happened here, she wondered?
"You liked that, did you?" the blonde asked. One eyebrow arched, and she smiled.
"Oh, yes," Dorthy replied, not quite sure what she remembered of the experience. But feeling so relaxed and energetic at the same time. "I'd… I'd like to buy one of these, please!"
"Well," the blonde explained, her smile growing wider, "I don't work here. I'm just visiting my friend Rebecca, who owns the place." So, she wasn't a saleslady after all? Dorthy was feeling even more confused. "You can call me MzDominica."
"Um, pleased to meet you…" Unsure what to do, Dorthy held out her hand. Somehow, a gentle girl-girl handshake seemed too formal a greeting, but she couldn't think of anything else. She felt Dominica take her hand and draw her close — finding herself gazing again into those arresting green eyes.
"You're a very good subject, you know," Dominica said.
"Subject?" Dorthy found herself thinking of kings and queens. Surely that couldn't be what this fascinating woman meant.
"For hypnosis," the tall blonde replied. "Erotic hypnosis is my specialty." She continued to hold Dorthy's gaze. "And you respond very, VERY well."
"Oh…" Dorthy was finding it hard to think — but now everything made sense. There hadn't been a machine after all. It was like a dream. A very sexy dream. She glanced back down at the bolster cushion on the floor. That's all it was…
"Cum!" Dominica commanded. "Cum NOW!"
Dorthy thought to herself, "Yeah, right!" almost laughing out loud. But then the familiar waves began to grow in her still-wet pussy, and she felt her knees going week. The orgasm spread out from her belly, and her hips pushed forward, while she gasped, holding onto MzDominica's hand for balance. She turned her gaze back toward Dominica, somehow seeing the glittering crystal pendant flashing in those bottomless green eyes.
"Stop!" Dominica commanded. And the waves immediately ceased, surprising Dorthy with how suddenly they disappeared — leaving her at the crest of a powerful spasm, now halted and unfulfilled. "A little post-hypnotic suggestion, there. Did you like that, too?"
"Can I see you again?" Dorthy blurted out. The tone of her own voice surprised her — she sounded pleading, almost desperate.
"Of course, baby, of course," Dominica replied. Somehow — like a magic trick — she produced a business card, seemingly from nowhere. It was a mini-CD, with a picture of her gorgeous green eyes, and a link to her website. "There's a free trance on there." She pressed it into Dorthy's hand. "Listen to it. And if you like what you hear, you'll know how to contact me."
Dorthy found herself nodding again, taking the card. Trying to remember why she had come into this shop in the first place. Ah, yes. An adventure. Something for herself. Well, she certainly had found THAT, hadn't she? The card suddenly seemed all the more precious…
"Though I DON'T work here," Dominica continued, "I should ask… ARE you still interested in the sex machine? I'd hate for Rebecca to lose a potential customer!" She looked at Dorthy as if her answer mattered, but was not of earth-shaking importance.
Dorthy thought about it a moment, realizing that everything she'd just been through had been without the machine. Without a REAL machine, anyway. But also realizing that her pussy was both soaking wet and seemingly on fire. Her response had been without any idea more than a guess of what the machine REALLY felt like. Imagine what it would be like under hypnosis… if she really knew… for sure…
"Yes!" Dorthy almost shouted, acting more like a little girl in a candy store than a woman in a sex shop. "Yes, I do. I want to know what it REALLY feels like!" Dominica looked just a tiny bit disappointed. "And then come back to you. For more!"
MzDominica's smile returned, as she considered this new angle. "Then we'd better go out to the front, and talk to Rebecca," she said. "But first, girl — I think you'll want to freshen up a bit. This way." She beckoned to Dorthy, who picked up her purse. Then Dominica led her out the door of the break room back into the warehouse, then around the corner to the restroom.
Dorthy pushed the door open and walked inside. She took one look in the mirror, and after a brief gasp of mild horror, began to laugh at herself gently. Hair disheveled, mascara streaks running down her cheeks, lipstick smeared. Oh, yes — an adventure indeed. She ran some water, rinsed her face, and toweled off some of the worst blotches. Then she opened her purse, pulled out a brush, and started setting her hair to rights, before repairing her make-up. Just as she was applying fresh lipstick, Dominica pushed the restroom door open a crack.
"CUM!" she said. "STOP!"
Dorthy spasmed, jerking the lipstick upward, leaving a smear on her right upper lip. She darted a look at Dominica that — she hoped — expressed a tiny bit of exasperation as well as amusement. She pulled out a towel and wiped the smudge. Dominica let the door close, and Dorthy could hear her chuckling outside.
Dorthy wondered what she was getting herself into. And then pushed the whole question aside. Wasn't that what an adventure was — experiencing something new? Why spoil the surprise by trying to figure it all out ahead of time?
She inhaled a deep breath, blew it out, and did a last check in the mirror. Not perfect, but serviceable. At least she didn't look like a hired slut at the end of a big stag party. At least she fit in again — on the outside — with all those office administrators and doctors shopping the aisles of this fancy adult store. Boutique. Dorthy laughed, quietly, wondering how many of them felt just like her, inside — or wished they did. Wished they could let go, and enjoy the adventure.
"Are you ready in there?" Dominica's voice came from outside, accompanied by a knock on the door. A knock! As if she needed permission to enter, someone who could do what she had done with the simple words cum and stop. "Are you ready?"
"Ohhhhh, yes!" Dorthy replied. "Yes, I am!"
She squared her shoulders, grabbed her purse, and turned smartly toward the door, as if she were marching off to embark on a world tour. Another deep breath, and she pulled in the door and exited. Dorthy immediately found her gaze again caught in Dominica's eyes — and both of them smiled.
A journey of discovery.
An adventure.
More stories by jessicablank can be found, for free, at http://www.mzdominica.com/blog
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