I lost track of how long I had been captive at the shop. One day had blended into the next and before I knew it I felt at home and had fallen into my roll as their slave. I never knew whether or not I was going to be left bound all day or if I would be needed to process orders and other mundane data entry tasks. This morning Master and Mistress had placed a thick rubber catsuit on me. This caused mixed feelings within me...on one hand, I was grateful for the cushioning effect of the catsuit on my knees, on the other hand, I craved skin on skin contact - and the catsuit was effective in preventing that.

I could see the end of the dildo that projected from my face. I had to turn my head this way and that to be able to read the computer screen and fill in the details. I had felt Master and Mistress messing with something at my hips, and surmised that I had an identical dildo protruding from my groin as well. I was grateful for my typing skills, as my posture collar prevented me from looking down. I could not lift my hands up to my face, and typing was difficult as I was wearing a shortened sirik that prevented much movement. The only thing those chains allowed was slow crawling. Master had stuffed my cunt with a dildo and I practiced my kegels on it, squeezing occasionally. The dildo kept me aroused the entire time I processed orders. It was as if Master were right there, pressing it into me with the heel of his hand.

I finished typing in the last of the final order and closed the shop's processing program. I wanted to check my blog that had been created at Master's orders. I gave a muffled laugh when I read the comments. It seemed as if everyone thought I had faked the orgasm I got from simply watching Master masturbate. I smiled to myself...if only everyone knew how much that aroused me. The orgasm definitely wasn't faked, but if everyone believed that...what did I care? How much I worshipped Master's cock was between the two of us and everyone else could just...well, stuff it. I made a mental note to let Master know that everyone loved the play-piercings and craved more.

I heard the timer go off and quickly closed the browser. I should have been paying attention to the time. I was only allowed a specific amount of time to complete my work, and did not seek permission to check my blog. If I got caught, I would be punished for this - although they did allow me to jump into my favorite site and chat with friends for hours - usually when they had outside interests taking them from the shop. I turned away from the computer and crawled to the doorway. I had left two 2lb weights sitting by the door. They each had a long chain leading from them and I carefully attached the chains to clamps I applied to my pussy lips. I knew they would bite painfully as I crawled, and it took several tries to get the clamps to bite on my now wet lips.

I slowly and painfully crawled along the back of the counter in the garage. Master was sitting on the stool behind the counter and I could hear him talking to a customer. There were several others sitting in the room and I could hear the TV going. The weights made a soft scraping noise as I slowly crawled. I hugged the back of the counter and eyed the small open area between the end of the counter and the door leading to the bays. I was dreading that open space. I hesitated slightly when I was between Master and the counter, wanting to kneel at his feet. I knew Mistress was waiting in the service bay so I kept going. I paused and took a deep breath when I reached the end of the counter and then made my way as quickly and quietly as I could. I could see Mistress turn and watch me crawl to her across the garage floor.

Mistress' eyes flared and I felt a biting pain at my pussy lips as the chains jerked me to a halt. I squealed in alarm and heard Master's chuckle. Mistress was looking beyond me, presumably as Master and I saw her slight nod and then she quickly tore her clothes off and knelt on all fours in front of me. Her ass and pussy waved in my face and I felt Master's foot against my ass and then I was pressed forward. The chains once again tugged my pussy lips and I cried out in alarm, but hurried forward to bury my face cock into Mistress' wet cunt. I could smell her arousal, and moaned as I too became even more aroused.

I felt fingers at my pussy lips and groaned. My groans escalated into a squeal as the weights tugged continuously and swung from my pussy lips. My thighs shook and trembled, but I continued to fuck Mistress' cunt with my face cock. I felt the catsuit part and then a cool breeze hit my ass as Master unzipped it the rest of the way to reveal my ass. My breath caught as he lubed me up. I growled into my gag as I felt him sink a couple of fingers into my ass. I heard Mistress begin to beg for an orgasm and I knew I would soon be begging as well. After Master had pumped his fingers in me about four times I wanted, needed to cum so bad I began to beg. Mistress was grinding onto my face dildo, Master was torturing my pussy lips with the weights and finger fucking my ass and I felt like I wanted to crawl out of my own skin with the desire that ran through me. I begged and pleaded for an orgasm, a roaring sound in my ears prevented me from hearing whether or not he had granted me release. I just knew if he didn't stop soon, I would lose control and cum without permission.

I fell in a heap on the floor when he removed his fingers and my body fought with me over control of my orgasmic release. My legs scissored and I bit hard on the gag to get my arousal under control. As I slowly regained my composure, the bite of the pussy clamps came rushing back to me and I squealed as Mistress flipped me onto my back and lowered her ass onto my face cock. I could see through my eye holes that Master's hands had Mistress by the hair and I could tell he was face-fucking her. There were tears of frustration in my eyes and I was aware my hips were grinding against nothing in particular as Master and Mistress pleasured themselves above me.

I knew that I needed Master's permission to cum, and that he would not grant that permission until he felt me worthy of an orgasm. I hoped it would be soon. I feared that I was slowly losing my mind with the want of it.