Britney reached underneath her blouse and did that little maneuver that ends with the bra coming out a womans sleeve as she walked over to the machine. Letting the undergarment drop to the floor she stepped onto the belt and reached for a pair of clips attached to the grab bar. She slipped them into her blouse and attached them to her nipples. She could feel the pressure they put on her extremely erect nubs, but they didn't pinch - only added yet more stimulation. Next she started the treadmill running, adjusting it to a pace she knew she could keep up for hours! The butterfly with its wiggling with each step and its vibrations was teasing every erogenous zone between her legs; now her tits were bouncing with her every motion as well. The final stimulation was yet to come, however. She turned a dial on the machine which sent a gentle, tingling, pulsing current of electricity through the clips on her nips. They instantly went even harder. At which point her hands comfortably but immovably attached themselves to the grab bar. She was set.
The sensations her body was sending her were overwhelming; she was even getting off on the helplessness, but she didn't know why. Soon she didn't care why. The panties she had put back on over the vibrator quickly soaked through and began sliding over the parts of her sex it didn't cover. But none of it was quite enough to make her come.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh! I need to come come comecomecomecomcome, ran over and over through her head until finally she cried out:
"Carter please help meeee!"
And he was there. "Of course my dear, I'll always be here for you," came the whisper in her ear. He nudged the nipple current up just a touch, turned the vibrator up to full, slid his hands up her belly to cup her breasts, kissed his way up her throat to her ear and whispered, "Come for me now darling."
She did. Good thing the room was soundproof.
Her hands let loose and Carter had to lower her to the ground. As the treadmill conveyed her to the floor of the room the clips slipped off of her nipples and out from under her blouse. Carter turned off both machines;Britney, still panting reached into her skirt and the butterfly finally stopped fluttering. She looked up at him.
"Carter, you're amazing! That was the most incredible thing I ever felt in my life! I really didn't know what was going to happen next, and I was even angry at you for buying all of this stuff when it was my idea. Most of all, I absolutely couldn't stop myself; I could barely even slow myself down. And and and you were here watching me the whole time, and I didn't even know that!
Carter, with a huge grin on his face, replied, "And quite a show it was I assure you, but you shouldn't be surprised. All of those conditions you just mentioned were things you thought up yourself. When I suggested them to you under hypnosis I could practically see your brain suck them in."
"Well next time I want to know what's coming (she giggles) and still not be able to stop myself."
"We'll do something more elaborate later, but first I still need to be taken care of. You can have a taste of your next fantasy while you fix that little detail."
"What do you mean?"
"What does BJS stand for?"
Britney's eyes glazed momentarily and she replied in an extremely distracted tone, "Blow Job Spears." Her eyes cleared. "Oh no you don't," she said as she reaches out for his zipper. "I mean, 'Oh no I don't.'" She pulled him out. (She chuckled throatily.) "It appears I do," she finished just before she took him in her mouth.
Carter for some odd reason didn't last very long this particular time. After Britney finished swallowing he said, "Let's get to bed." We have a long day tomorrow. You're going to:
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