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\nA Jar of Coffee

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As\ntold to Crowley…

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\nHi, my name is Carty and I’m\na punkette bondage girl. I’m into all sorts of music, as long as it\nis anti-establishment and loud: so everything from the Dead Kennedys\nto the Damned to Motorhead to the Genitorturers. \n

\n Anyway, as well as the\nmusic, I’m heavily into bondage, mild masochism and a bit of\nsubmission, depending on the partner. And I usually don’t have any\nproblems finding male or female partners. But, some three and a half\nyears ago, Covid and lockdown came along, and I felt almost like a\nprisoner (and not in a good way). I had to stay in and use my toys,\nand that got boring quite quickly. I wanted to be in a little danger.\nI tried self-bondage, and that was okay for a bit. But, after reading\nup various saucy stories on the internet, I decided to try\nexperimenting with self-bondage in public. If it had not been\nlockdown I would not have done this. But it was the heart of\nlockdown, when absolutely nobody was out and about on the streets.\nFuck, I had got up one morning and seen a fox running down the centre\nof the street, that was how quiet it was. \n

\n Shops were only open for\nessentials, back then. But I decided that it was essential that I got\na jar of coffee, as I couldn’t survive without a black coffee in\nthe morning. I had to have something for my many hangovers. \n

\n I wasn’t just gonna go\nand get the coffee, though. I decided to make it a bit of a pervy\nadventure, and be in bondage under my punk clothes. \n

\n First of all I had a nice,\nhot bath, and shaved my cunt, so that it was nice and smooth.\nThinking of what I had planned I couldn’t help playing with myself\na little. I’m a very sexual creature. One of these days I’ll go\non that Naked Attraction programme (and that will be a whole other\nadventure.

\n Sorry. I tend to get\nsidetracked. Back to the story.

\n I should mention here that\nI have a fair few piercings: a labrette through my upper lip, a ring\nthrough my left nostril, a ring through my right eyebrow, multiple\nones through my ears, rings through my nipples, a bar through the\nbase of my clit, and three rings through each labium. I won’t bore\nyou with my many tattoos. \n

\n Anyway, I got out three of\nmy favourite sex toys: a small, vibrating plug which went in my sweet\narsehole, a thick vibro which went up my cunt, and a small, vibrating\nbutterfly which went over my clit. Sitting on my bed, I padlocked my\nlabial rings together. The padlocks were only tiny, but they served\nto keep the vibro up my cunt. I was so wet it would have slid out\notherwise. \n

\n I put one of my chains\ntightly around my waist, padlocked again. I made sure that it\ncouldn’t be pulled down. Then another chain was locked onto that,\npulled up so tightly between my legs that it made me wince. It went\nover the butterfly vibe, but I would still need something to keep it\nin place. By the way, I should probably have mentioned that all three\nhad been put on maximum, and that they all had new batteries (I get\nthrough a lot of batteries).

\n I put on a pair of tight\nrubber panties, easing them up over the vibe. They bulged out in the\nfront, but at least they’d keep the vibe in place. \n

\n It was time to do my tits.\nI’m a tall girl, and they are a little above average in size. They\nattract a lot of guys and a fair few girls as well. I had some cord\nwhich I’d used to try and bind myself to the bed. I bound myself as\ntightly around the base of my tits as I could, swearing at how tight\nit was. But it had the desired effect – my tits began to bulge out,\ndarkening by the second, all tender and pervy. It was only a ten\nminute walk to the shop and ten minutes back, so I shouldn’t do any\nreal damage to them. \n

\n Next came one of my\nfavourite items of clothing, my black leather hobble skirt, one which\ncost me a small fortune as it was like over forty years old. I worked\nit up my legs, and used the various straps to make sure I’d only be\nable to take little steps. Leather boots next. I was almost ready. \n

\n I hooked heavy weights into\nthe rings piercing my nips. I almost chickened out and went for\nlighter weights. But I told myself that this was what I wanted. The\nmetal of the weights were cold against my stomach.

\n Last was my black leather\njacket with the word “Ramones” emblazoned on the back. I grabbed\nsome money and I was out of there.

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\nI’d already had one orgasm\nwhile I was getting myself ready, and I was pretty turned on when I\nstepped out onto the street. I was sure that my cheeks would be red,\nas I’m one of those people whose face always gets flushed when I\ncum. \n

\n It’s hard to walk in a\nhobble skirt at the best of times, but it’s even harder when your\ncunt and arse are stuffed full. I hoped that I wouldn’t fall over,\nas I didn’t think that I’d be able to get back up. \n

\n Anyway, I had to mince\nalong the road, taking tiny little steps. Nobody else was about. I\nhad the road to myself. With each step the vibrators moved inside me,\nthe weights swung from my nipples, and the butterfly vibe moved\nagainst my clit. It was a sweet torment.

\n I was relieved when I got\nto the shop, though. I’d grab a jar of coffee and totter back. My\nnipples were really hurting.

\n I went through the door.

\n “Mask!” the girl behind\nthe counter shouted at me. Yeah, I had forgotten to put my mask on.\nOrgasms can be a little distracting. \n

\n Luckily I had a mask in the\npocket of my leather jacket. At least the mask would cover up my red\nface. It wouldn’t be so obvious that I was turned on.

\n I waddled to the shelf with\nthe coffee. At least the coffe was up high, so I didn’t have to\nbend down fir it. That wouldn’t have been possible. sI grabbed a\nlarge jar and went to the counter. I handed over the money, trying\nnot to cum as I was being served by the very bored young woman behind\nthe counter.

\n “Is there a fly in here?”\nshe asked, as I grabbed my change. Shit, she could hear my butterfly\nvibe buzzing. She had pretty sharp hearing. \n

\n “Don’t think so.” I\nsaid. I got out of there. \n

\n I ripped my mask of and\nbreathed a big gulp of air. My body didn’t know whether to laugh or\ncum. In the end it did both. At least I hadn’t cum in front of her.

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\nI began the walk back to my\nplace. It seemed a lot longer walking back. My nipples were still\naching with the weights dangling from them. I bet my breasts looked\npurple under my leather coat. I wanted to get the cord off from\naround them. \n

\n Halfway back I had another\norgasm. I almost dropped the coffee. I managed to cling onto it. I\ndidn’t want to drop it, not when it was six quid a jar.

\n “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I\nswore, as I grabbed some cool morning air. This had not been a good\nidea. But I knew that the memory\nof it would be a big turn on, for ages to come.

\n Somehow I made it back to\nmy place without another orgasm. I put the coffee on the kitchen\ntable, shucked off my Ramones jacket, and took the weights off my\nnipple rings. Then I untied my tits. \n

\n “Ow ow ow.” I massaged\nthem back to life. Yeah, they had been purple, and going cold. I’d\nhave to be careful with any such breast bondage in the future. \n

\n I took off my boots. I slid\nout of my hobble skirt. Then I tried to get out of my tight rubber\npanties. But, like an amateur, I had forgotten to put talc on before\nI had pulled them up. Somehow I managed to work them down my legs. I\ncould now smell my pussy juice. I needed another bath. I was\ndrenched. I undid all of the padlocks, got the chains off, and had\nthe butterfly vibe fall to the floor. I extracted the anal vibe, as\nthe one in my cunt slowly slid out. Then I collapsed into a kitchen\nchair, as nude as the day I’d been born.

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\nA little later I reviewed my\nlittle adventure. It had been fun. It had been a turn on, especially\nthe chance of discovery. I knew that I’d do something similar\nagain. But maybe, next time, I’d have weights swinging from my\npussy rings. \n

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\nThe End

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\nCrowley hopes that Carty\nrelates some of her other adventures to him. He understands that\nthere have been a few.

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