"New dildos for old! Get your new dildos for old!" The street vendor shouted above the passing crowds, holding a thick, shiny, black rubber strap-on over his head. The round head shimmered in the bright sunlight from above, and the buckle straps flopped around as he jiggled the rubber phallus, gripping it tightly near the base.

Jessica thought about the dildo in her cunt, pressed deeply inside by the metal chastity belt. It had "seen" a lot of use -- on those occasions when the chastity had been unlocked. She clenched her pussy around the shaft, wondering if something thicker, with more ridges, might be better. Absentmindedly, Jessica began to stroke her nipples while she watched the man, waving and wiggling the dildo. He reached down into a pouch and pulled out a second dildo, promising the delights of double penetration. And Jessica's fingers circled round and round and round, while her mouth dropped quietly open -- panting quietly.

Of course, Jessica wasn't locked into her chastity. Not really. Well, it WAS locked. And there WAS a key. But the key was in Jessica's purse -- she just couldn't remember where to look for it.

The street vendor waved and wiggled the dildos in the hot sun. And Jessica herself began to feel hot. Her pussy -- already tightly crammed full -- felt so empty. Was it the heat, or the excitement, that forced Jessica to back up against a wall, resting her shoulders and her round bottom against the rough stucco? She pulled out her cell phone and pressed her Mistress' number. Waiting... one ring. Waiting... two rings. Jessica's free hand stole up to her breast, and began making circles again, around and around and around.

There was a click. "Hello, slave," MzDominica's Voice said.

"Oh, Beautiful and Glorious Mistress Dominica," Jessica blurted out, "there is a man selling dildos here at the marketplace, and he's offering new dildos for old ones."

Silence, at the other end.

"Replacements..." Jessica continued, feeling embarrassed. "Trade- ins..." Her voice trailed off to a whisper. "For free."

After a pause that seemed to last forever, MzDominica asked, "And why do you want one of these, instead of the dildo that's stuffed in your little cunt, whore?"

Jessica felt at a loss to explain.

"Confess!" Dominica commanded.

"They're bigger!" The words seemed to erupt from the base of Jessica's brain. "Thicker, rougher!" She tried not to say it, but couldn't help herself. "They look like they might almost hurt."

"Good girl," Dominica replied. And Jessica felt like a vibrator had been turned on inside her cunt for a moment. Ooooh, so good! "All right, My little slut." And she spoke the trigger word. The word that unlocked Jessica's mind, so she knew where the key was.

Right on her key ring -- in plain sight. Somehow, she had just been unable to recognize it.

Jessica thanked her Mistress profusely, and promised to tell her everything about what happened. And then she went into the public restroom. Locked in the stall, Jessica pulled the key ring out of her purse, and selected a small, steel key. She drew up the front of her dress, and fitted the key into the tiny hole at the waistband of the metal chastity. A turn... a click... and the front panel unhitched from the belt, swiveling down on the hinge at the base of her crotch. Her pussy was so soaking wet that the thick, plastic, flesh-colored dildo slipped loosely out of her, and almost fell into her hand.

Now Jessica felt REALLY empty, and little trails of juices began to trickle down the insides of her thighs. She felt dizzy -- but she HAD to get out, and find the street vendor quickly, before she lost track of him.

Jessica pulled the metal panel up, locking it again, then let the front of her skirt drop. The dildo was thickly coated with her juices, and Jessica pushed the tip of it into her mouth, licking the end clean, then ran her tongue from the base to the tip, all around the shaft, swallowing every drop. Jessica briefly kissed the tip of the dildo, and gave it a final lick with the tip of her tongue. Then she emerged from the stall, walked to the sink, and quickly rinsed the shaft in a stream of water.

"New dildos for old!" She hadn't lost him!

Jessica ran up to the street vendor, waved her empty hand in front of his face to catch his attention. "I have one to trade, sir," she said. She held up the pink dildo, still damp from having been rinsed.

The man looked Jessica in the eye, smiled, then looked at the dildo. A strange look came over his face, and his smile twisted a little. He took the phallus from Jessica's hand, then looked up at her with a leer. "It's still warm," he teased.

Jessica blushed -- but didn't forget her real reason for trading. "Please, sir," she curtseyed briefly, "could I trade this for something thicker..." Suddenly, her voice failed for a moment. She swallowed, and finished, "... and with more ridges?"

"Hmmmm..." The street vendor held the pink shaft up overhead, as if judging its color. He dropped his hand and hefted the dildo, as if testing its weight. He lifted the tip of it toward his mouth, and Jessica caught her breath while watching... Then the man looked Jessica straight in the eye and laughed. "Of course, my pretty one! This is a very good trade-in." He reached inside his pouch, and brought out a shiny, brass dildo. "And for it, you get a very special exchange!"

He held the dildo up. It seemed to gleam and shine in the noonday sun.

"It's metal," Jessica said, not sure what she was getting into.

"Yes," the man replied, "and consequently, it has very special properties!" He leaned close to Jessica, whispering. "It conducts heat VERY well. And, um..." he looked around, as if it was important whether anyone else was listening, "... electricity." He lifted his brows and said, so very quietly, "And that is not the FULL extent of its special... powers!" He stood up quickly, again checking out the surrounding crowd. "So -- do we have a deal?" He turned his head a little to one side, still gazing at Jessica, and smiled. Such a sweet smile. (Such a rogue he looked!)

The brass dildo gleamed. The ridges scattered the sunlight into a million directions, looking like ribbings, looking like veins, looking like bumps. Jessica found herself drooling. And she could feel more of her juices trickling down her legs. Her cunt needed to be filled -- soon!

"Yes," she said, tonelessly. "We have a deal."

"Excellent choice, young lady," the man cried. He ceremoniously handed Jessica the metal dildo and a small piece of paper, which she guessed was a bill of sale. Then quickly, the man stuffed Jessica's plastic dildo into his pouch, looked around at the crowd again, and quietly walked away.

Jessica also walked quickly -- back to the public restroom, where she rinsed off the dildo in a stream of water, then locked herself in a stall. Unlocking the chastity, she pushed the tip of the thick, brass shaft against her dripping pussy. And even though she was so wet, she had to push firmly but gently, to get it inside her. Centimeter by centimeter, the long, thick, metal cock slid slowly in between her lips, spreading her wide. She felt every tiny ridge, every rib, as it rippled along the length of her stretched vagina. Further... and further... and further... Until, finally, the base of it was against her pussy lips. Jessica moaned and took a long, deep breath. Then she swiveled the panel closed over her pussy and heard the click as it locked into place -- locking the new, brass phallus deep inside her sex. Jessica dropped the front of her skirt, dropped her keys into her purse -- and promptly forgot again where to find the key to her chastity.

Before leaving the stall, Jessica held up the slip of paper and looked at it. It wasn't a bill of sale at all. It looked more like a fortune cookie slip, and had only two lines of words printed on it:

Fuck with me, Wishes three.

"Strange," Jessica thought. "I wonder what that means." She left the stall and checked her watch. Almost time to head for the restaurant, and her boring job as a waitress. "Oh, I wish I didn't have to work tonight."

Once she was out on the street, Jessica's cell phone rang. It was her boss calling.

"We've been closed down for tonight," he said.

"Whaaaaat?" Jessica asked.

"The Health Department. Something about that one dishwashing machine being on the fritz again. They're declaring us closed until we fix it. I'll have to get a repairman out as soon as I can -- but I can't seem to get anybody tonight."

Jessica said goodbye, hung up, and wondered if she felt bad or good. No tips tonight, she realized. But the dildo felt so nice and thick, so good in her full pussy -- and now she had the time to really enjoy what it was doing to her. She changed direction, heading home. A nice hot bath, a phone call to Mistress, telling Her about the new toy -- asking what she would be allowed to do to herself tonight.

Yes, it was going to be a good night, indeed!

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You may have some guesses where this is going. Be assured... Jessica has two more wishes!

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"Yes, Daddy, it is VERY thick, and VERY tight!" Jessica knelt on the floor in a tiny ball, as she spoke on her cell phone with her Mistress. She had just told MzDominica about the walk to the subway, and from there to her apartment building, feeling the brass dildo 'clink' against her metal chastity belt, with every step she took. She was dripping, and shaking with lust -- aching to play with herself, any way Mistress might permit.

"Don't touch yourself yet, My little bimbo," MzDominica teased. "Go deeper. Sinker... sinker... feel yourself falling through the water. Unable to move. Unable to resist..."

Jessica's free hand had been so close to her nipple. Ready to caress. To squeeze. To pinch. Her hand dropped to the floor, as she emitted tiny gasps and moans, feeling herself dropping deeper into trance.

"Deeper, Jessica... Deeper, bimbo... You need the water. You need My water. You need Me, teasing you... molesting you... fucking you in and out, with that big, metal dildo... Confess!"

"Please, Daddy, fuck me!" Jessica's hand was in the air again, reaching up toward her breast. Dropping. Reaching down toward her crotch. Dropping. Aching to touch herself. Aching for any tiny sensation. "Please, Mistress."

"Say My name!"

"Please Mistress Dominica! Please fuck me. Let me touch myself. Let me cum!"

"No cum," Dominica commanded. "Not tonight."

"Yes, Daddy," Jessica replied, unable to respond any other way. "Jessica obeys."

"That's right. You obey. And do you know what you are going to do?"

"I do not know, Daddy," Jessica answered. Even dropping so fast, she struggled not to say the "N" word. Not to say "No" to Dominica. It hurt to say "No." That brought horrible, terrible pain. And yet she dreamed about those training sessions, the ones that hurt so much. Craving the pain, craving the programming -- because it pleased her Mistress so much that she was trained, and controlled, and...

"Deeper... Sinker... Down, down, down to the bottom, Jessica. Jessssiiiiicaaaaaa! Come down to your Mistress. Come down to Me, now."

Jessica felt herself floating down, drifting down to the floor like a fluffy little feather. Plummeting through the water like a heavy, lead fishing weight. The bottom was so very deep. Deep... and dark... and warm. The water seemed to be all around her. Dark... blue-green. Light glimmered from the sun overhead, above the surface of the ocean, making the sand and rocks below her shimmer and change. Long stalks of seaweed trailed upward, into the glittering light overhead. Fishes seemed to glow in the shadows. But all Jessica saw was the large, deep canyon at the bottom of the sea. She felt herself drifting down, deeper and deeper. So quiet. Floating. So quiet.

Jessica floated down into the canyon. Down into the deep darkness. Down to Dominica.

"Spread your legs wide, pretty girl. Who fucks you?"

Jessica's own voice seemed to come from far away. "Dominica fucks me."

"That's right. And what is this between your legs? So hard, and cold, and shiny?"

"Dominica's cock," the slave answered. Jessica rolled over on the floor, onto her back, cell phone still pressed firmly against one ear. She stared upward, seeing nothing but what was in her mind.

"Deeper and deeper and deeper, Jessica. Down into the water. Down at the bottom of the canyon. Beneath the water. So quiet. Do you know what's here, girl? Do you know?"

"I do not know." Jessica's reply was toneless. Almost robotic. Everything inside her brain had turned off. She was only a receiver now -- like a radio, receiving only one station, WMZD, all day, every day. Dominica's receiver. Dominica's receiver. Dominica's receiver.

"Down here, at the bottom of the canyon..." Dominica whispered, "... deep down, under the water... there is a clean, white room. All white, and pretty, and empty. It is the room of your mind, Jessica. The room of your subconscious. And there is only ONE thing in your mind, Jessica... and that is ME. See Me sitting here, in My big, leather chair. You are on the floor, at My feet... looking up at My legs. Can you see My legs, Jessica?"

Jessica stared upward, not seeing the room around her -- seeing only MzDominica's legs, in tight, dark, shimmering hose. A trail of drool ran down her right cheek. She curled up her knees toward her shoulders, and began to rock her hips. Pump... pump... pump...

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, Jessica!" Dominica teased.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" Jessica's reply was barely above a whisper.

"Shhhhh! Little bimbo!" Dominica said. "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica!" Jessica's reply was automatic. Her mind was somewhere else. Full of Dominica's legs.

"That's right. You must obey Dominica! Look at My legs, Jessica. See them here in the empty white room of your mind. You see them all the time. You WANT to see them all the time."

"Yes." Jessica stared up at the ceiling. Somehow, shadows in the room looked like Dominica's legs. She spread her knees wider. Wider.

"I want you to take a bubble bath, Jessica. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"A nice, HOT bubble bath. Get that skin all warm. Get that pussy all wet and hot for Me."

"Ooooooooh!" Jessica's eyes closed. And she wiggled her hips, pumping up into the air. Not sure why. Not sure why. So horny. So aching!

"And then," Mistress said, "I want you to unlock your chastity. You can do ANYTHING you want to yourself -- with TWO restrictions. You MUST not pull the brass dildo all the way out, and you MUST not cum!"

"Jessica obeys!" the slave replied. Her hand had found its way to her left nipple, and was pinching, and rolling, and tweaking the stiff little piece of flesh. "Oooooh!"

"That's right. You must obey. You will see My legs, every moment you are in the bath tub, FORCING you to obey. FORCING you, slut! On your knees, NOW!"

Jessica rolled over, onto all fours, whimpering with lust. One elbow on the floor, the arm bent to keep the cell phone tight against her ear.

"You know what I want to hear. Say it! Slut!"

"I must obey Dominica!"

"Obey! Bath. NOW!" There was a sudden click.

Dominica had hung up.

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Jessica sank deep into the water. Deep into the bubbles. Jasmine- scented. Water so warm. Almost TOO hot. She felt like she was being slowly boiled. Jessica spread her legs wide, running her fingers over the metal chastity between her legs. She knew... and did not know... that her key ring was nearby, on the bathroom floor. The girl ran her fingers over the smooth metal cage, covering her pussy. Under the warm, bubbly water. She trailed her long fingernails over the metal, and drummed the tips of them against the hard surface. Click-click-click. Click-click-click. The sound, and the vibrations in her pussy, made her thrust her hips forward again. She saw Dominica's legs -- impossibly, directly in front of her gaze, while she lay back in the tub. From Mistress' knees... down to her ankles. Her feet encased in black, high-heeled shoes, with open toes. Her toenails covered with red polish. So pretty. So shiny.

Jessica wanted always to look at Dominica's legs.

Mistress' Voice spoke in her head -- as She often did -- and told Jessica the trigger word. Suddenly, Jessica knew where the key to her chastity was. She reached over the lip of the bathtub. Down to the floor. To the bathmat. And picked up the key ring. She stared up into space, seeing only Dominica's legs, while she felt for the small, steel key. She knew it by feel. She knew it by size.

Still staring upward, Jessica drew the key chain between her legs, pushed the key into the tiny hole, and unlocked the chastity. Once it was unlocked at the front, she could reach the latches that released the waist belt. Click... click... And soon, Jessica shifted her hips, and pulled the chastity to one side, under the surface of the warm water. One hand pulled on the metal cage, the other pushed on the thick, brass dildo. Holding it inside. The street vendor was right. It DID conduct heat well. Her cunt felt so hot! Almost certainly from the hot bathwater!

Jessica stopped pushing so hard... And she could feel the thick dildo sliding out. She pushed it back in. Ohhhhhhh, so hot! Let it slide out again. Then push. Mmmm! Her other hand found the little pucker of her anus, and began to slide a finger in and out, under the warm water, while she began to fuck herself with the brass dildo. Then two fingers. Pumping and pumping. Staring up at Dominica's shining, shimmering legs. Three fingers. Deeper. And Deeper. Pumping, and thrusting, in and out. Gasping. So close... so close... GONE! Jessica shoved the metal phallus deep into her pussy, as she stared up at Dominica's legs. Unable to cum, unable to stop. That was so close!

Again! She needed to pump the hot dildo again! In and out. Fingers pumping in and out. Four fingers, deep in her ass. Dildo thrusting in -- deep, thick, hot. Fingers wiggling, pressing. Jessica moaned, cried -- begged.

"Please, Mistress, let me cum!" She stared up at Dominica's legs, in her mind. But Mistress' control was relentless. Absolute. No cum. No cum for Jessica. Not tonight.

"Love Mistress' legs! Love Dominica's shiny, shimmering legs," Jessica whispered. Fucking herself over and over... closer... closer... Ohhhhhhhh, gone! Gone again! Could not cum. Could only obey. Stare at Mistress' legs and obey!

"I want Your legs so much, Daddy," Jessica whispered. She looked up, in her mind's eye, seeing herself under Dominica. Looking up at Her feet. Looking up at Her legs. Looking up further -- if she dared -- further up Mistress' skirt, to Her divine pussy!

Pumping, fucking. In and out. Dildo so hot, and thick! The ridges tickled her clit, rippled up and down the length of her cunt. The bubbles tickled her nose, and somehow the jasmine perfume smelled like Mistress' pussy. In and out...

"I wish I could always be beneath Mistress' feet. Looking up at Her. Worshipping Her. Like a rug on Her floor, in Her house... forever!"

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Darkness.

So horny in the darkness. Her legs spread wide. Her hands bound down, at her sides. Jessica did not know where she was -- only that she could not move. Only that she craved Dominica, as images of Mistress' legs hovered before her fuzzy-minded gaze.

Click! The light switch turned on. And Jessica looked up from the floor as MzDominica walked into the room. Mistress sat on the chair near Her computer desk, and Jessica found herself looking up and up and up Mistress' legs, to Her knees. Dominica's feet rested on Jessica's chest, just below her face. Such a lovely view!

Jessica tried to inhale... to fill her lungs with the scent of Dominica's toes. But she could not move. Could not even breathe. She simply looked upward, seeing Mistress' legs. Sometimes pressed together, squirming. ("Ooooooh!" Jessica thought. "Someone is serving Dominica, making Her cum!") Sometimes relaxed, wide apart. ("Yummy!" Jessica tried to say. But she could not speak.)

Hours passed, while Dominica typed at Her keyboard, spoke into Her microphone.

Jessica listened to every sweet word. Every click of the keyboard. Gazing upward at Dominica's slim ankles. Dominica's firm calves. Dominica's knees. So pretty! She COULD just catch the scent of Mistress' skin... And feel Her toes...

Days passed. Sometimes a slave would kneel on the floor at Mistress' feet. Licking Her boots. Jessica watched, as the man's eyelids fluttered -- watched him trying to stay awake. And failing. Dropping deep into boot trance. Drool from his tongue fell onto Jessica's belly. Hot and wet. Like she always felt hot and wet, looking up at Mistress.

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Jessica watched, as MzDominica pressed her number on Her cell phone... digit by digit. Watched, as Dominica sent e-mails and IMs. Sometimes, she could just barely see the screen. "Are you there? Are you okay? Crave to cum to Dominica! NOW, My helpless slut. You must obey."

Jessica's mind echoed "I must obey Dominica." She watched Mistress conducting Her daily activities. Taking away the wills of men and women, turning them into Her obedient slaves. Even just getting dressed. Or hanging around the house. Watching TV. Reading a book. She watched Mistress constantly. Daily. Aching for Her.

"I only wish She knew this was me," Jessica thought.

MzDominica was drinking a glass of orange juice, as She walked through the room toward Her computer. Something caught Her foot -- almost tripping Her -- and She looked down. Near Her right foot was a brass dildo.

"What's this?" She thought. She stooped down and picked up the metal dong, and a small piece of paper that lay right next to it. "It reminds me of the day..." Then She looked down at the carpet She was standing on.

Somehow, Dominica had never really looked at the pattern before. The rug was all of a light, cream color -- almost like skin -- with a set of slim, green vines curling and twining all over the surface. They seemed to grow out from the middle, on the right and left sides, curving and twisting. Forming outlines. Like a round head at one end, with wide open eyes outlined in tightly curving spirals of vines. The whorls here... and here... looked like breasts, with dark areolas at the center. At the other end, it looked like a woman's thighs, knees lifted high and spread, exposing a bright, red flower midway between them, like a pussy.

The eyes in the head seemed to be looking at Dominica. The face... seemed familiar...

"Jessica?..." Dominica whispered.

The eyes seemed to blink. A trick of the light? They were looking... Not at Dominica's face, but at the dildo in Her hand. Or at the slip of paper.

The paper.

Dominica read the words printed on the little slip.

Fuck with me. Wishes three.

"You have GOT to be kidding Me..." Dominica began. But the filigree of vines forming the face seemed to be smiling at Her.

Dominica walked onto the carpet, and pressed one bare foot against that smile. The eyes closed... rapturously... and then opened again, looking up at Mistress. Looking up into Her green eyes.

"It IS you," Dominica said. "I KNOW it!" She stepped back a bit, and ground one foot into the flower on the carpet. There was a sound -- like an echo of a memory of a sigh. Not actually heard, but felt.

Dominica's foot felt wet. She lifted Her leg, and touched Her toes with Her free hand. She was surprised to find Her hand was dry.

Mistress hefted the brass dildo. "Wishes three, huh?" She looked down at the carpet. "Was this your first wish? Or your last?" She began to chuckle. "Hmmm, maybe I'll just make SURE it's your last. You dirty little slut! Jessssssiiiicaaaaa!" Dominica ground Her foot into the flower again. Could a rug shiver? Or had there been a tiny earthquake? "I'm going to make you watch everything. EVERYTHING, Jessica -- except when I want to tease you. When I want to punish you." She held the brass dildo up high, near Her face, wiggling it. "And there's not a thing you can do about it!"

Dominica lifted Her skirt higher... and higher... Showing off Her beautiful legs. Her calves, Her knees, Her thighs... Her gorgeous, naked pussy.

Jessica looked up, up, up. Her mind full of nothing but Dominica's legs and pussy. Unable to move, unable to think. Able only to obey.

And then Mistress smiled down at her. A leer. A wicked, evil grin. One eyebrow raised high. She leaned down, bringing Her face closer to the carpet. And spoke. The most wicked tease Jessica would ever hear:

"Sleep... Sleep... Sleep, Jessica. Close your eyes... and sleep..."

The vines seemed to rearrange themselves, ever so slightly. Closing the eyes. Shutting off all of Jessica's view of MzDominica's beautiful legs.

"Sleep... Sleep... Deeper and deeper and deeper asleep..."

Jessica drifted down into sleep, helplessly, her mind full of Dominica's legs, Dominica's feet. Until the next time she was allowed to awaken. Until the next time Mistress granted her awareness, and permission to look upward... and worship.

Under Her feet... forever!

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