Mother's Day Mayhem - Part II

"Hey, we are having a meeting with the Operations and Finance teams to review this quarter's sales pipeline in the Tularosa conference room. Can you join us? Daniel wants to understand the product issues in some of these accounts that is preventing the customer from signing the contract?" said Karen in a cheerful voice.

Daniel was my manager and Karen was my colleague (names changed to protect privacy). I looked at Karen and managed a weak smile. "Sure, will be there in a minute".

As I opened up my status document and sent it to the printer, the 3rd wave hit. It was exquisite in its intensity and aggressiveness. I gasped and my hands clenched, crumpling the open page of my notepad. I bit hard on my lips and felt my teeth break skin. I could taste blood on my tongue. My eyes rolled towards the back of my head which dropped as I tried to curl myself into a ball. After about a minute in this position, I grasped the table, pushed myself off the chair and got up. My knees were wobbly and it did not help that I was wearing pumps with 3 inch heels. I needed to get to the meeting, but I could not imagine how I would walk in this state. I reached out to the cubicle walls, steadied myself on them and started walking towards the printer.

All the while the clamp, vibrator and butt plug kept up their relentless assault and I felt the early warnings of an orgasm. As I neared the printer, my heart sank.  The terrain in front of me was daunting. There was this 15 feet of wide open space between the cubicles and the printer with nothing to hold on to. It is funny. A child could have walked across this area but to me in my state it was like a yawning chasm.

I licked my parched dry lips, tasted my own blood and took my first step into the open space. My knees shook but I reached within myself and with tremendous will power steadied myself. I started counting silently to keep my mind focused. "Step 2..., Step 3.. Step 4..., Oh Lord, it is coming!, No, Focus!, Step 5..., Step 6..., No, No, not now, Stop it, You only have a few more steps. Aah. Clamp down you fool, Step 7..." and then it hit me. I could not hold it in any longer. An intense wave of pleasure hit me with ferocity. With nothing to hold on to, I felt my legs shake uncontrollably. I felt my vision blur. My hands flayed in the air as I tried to steady myself but it was too late.

As wave after wave of pleasure passed over my body, I felt my knees give way. In that fraction of a second, the world stands still and you are able to observe everything in a surreal slow motion. It is a feeling that is hard to describe. I was experiencing intense pleasure, but my brain was acutely aware of the fact that my body would make contact with the tiled floor in a matter of seconds. I have experienced the twin sensations of pain and pleasure before, but this was the first time that I was experiencing the twin sensations of pain and panic at this level of intensity.

As I  went crashing down to the floor, my mind yelled to me, "don't land on your butt". My vision was totally blurred now and with no idea of what I was doing I put my hand down trying to reach the floor but all I felt was empty space.

As the orgasm reached its peak, I felt my knee hit the tiled floor and in that instant I experienced pleasure, pain and panic all rolled into one but I was past caring by then. I remained on my knees and let the orgasm pass.

"Oh my God" somebody yelled. As my head cleared I heard somebody running towards me from across the hallway. I did not want anybody near me now. "Get up you imbecile", I said to myself, "If they come close to you, who knows what they will find out". With herculean effort, I raised myself off the floor as pain shot thru my knees and yelled "It's ok, its just my shoes". As I got up, the vibrations stopped and everything went quiet.

Before this person could get to me, I dashed past the printer straight into the women's restroom, darted into an open stall, locked the door and collapsed on the toilet. I stayed there for a good 10 minutes, just breathing, feeling my breasts heave, mindful of the sweat oozing out of my skin and conscious of the throbbing pain in my knees.

As I reemerged into reality, I discovered that I had peed in my diapers. I wanted to change but I was getting late for the meeting, so I limped back to the printer, collected my printout and limped to the conference room.

"Are you alright", asked a man. "I tried to help you, but you disappeared into the women's restroom".

"You have no idea bud", I thought. "I am fine, my pumps just slipped on the tiled floor", I said weakly, thanked him for his concern and waved him away.

I reached the conference room, found a chair at the back away from the conference table and collapsed into it.

The meeting dragged on for an hour, and fortunately the box did not kick in during that time. I straightened my leg and saw the bluish bruise that was developing on my knee. It looked hideous on my light skin and for a while I worried that I may have broken something but as the afternoon progressed, I was relieved that it was just a bad bruise.

After the meeting, I visited the women's restroom again, changed my diapers, removed and reinserted the vibrator and butt plug after applying more lube, soothed my battered nipples with some moisturizer, used some more deodorant and cologne to hide my body odor and returned to my cubicle. I kept to myself for the rest of the day and fell back on the Lamaze breathing techniques I had learned during pregnancy to handle the five more occurrences that hit me. I had three more orgasms but they were not as intense as the one that took me down near the printer.

I was completely exhausted and drained by the time it was ready to leave for home. I was wondering how I would handle driving with the box still on when my God called.

We talked for a while and I explained my situation. He listened quietly. I could sense he was troubled by the affect the device had on me and I regretted telling him the truth over the phone. It could have waited till I reached home, but one of his commandments was "no lying or half truths", so what choice did I have? At the end of the conversation, he said. "Daasi, turn the device off, I don't want you to drive with that thing turned on, that is not safe. I should not have allowed you to wear it to work"

I heard the remorse in his voice and I felt terrible. "No Swami,  you did nothing wrong, it is me, I could not handle the intensity"

"You did well, Daasi, your Swami loves you" he said quietly and hung up.

I now felt a deep sense of having failed him. As I slid my hand under my blouse to turn the device off, I remembered that there was one more level that I had not experienced at all. Level 4. As I drove home, my mind got preoccupied by my inadequacy and all the pain and discomfort of the nipple clamp and my invaded cunt and asshole disappeared.

By the time I reached home, I had a plan. My God would be home in less than an hour. I was a slave on a mission. I cleaned myself thoroughly, redid my hair, put on makeup and the dark burgundy colored lipstick that my God so loved on me, lubed by ass and cunt well with the vibrator and butt plug, kept the nipple clamp in place and waited.

As soon as I heard the security system sound in the bedroom, signalling that he was entering the home, I quietly put two pillows on the ground, went down on my knees, raised my arms over my head and waited patiently as I had done many times, naked and ready.

Usually, he would stop and look at the mail but today he called out my name and when he did not find me in the common areas, rushed into the bedroom to seek me out. He burst through the door and came to an abrupt halt when he saw me.

"That is nice Daasi, you have been very good today, you don't need to do this" he said tenderly.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes "Swami, I am here to serve you, if you believe I deserve a treat for my actions today, this is what I beg for". " I want to experience Level 4, Swami, but only if you feel I deserve it"

"He approached me and tenderly ran his fingers through my hair. Then he noticed the lipstick I was wearing and the perfectly hairless and waxed armpits and smiled. He caressed both my armpits and I thought I would melt. I looked at him and opened my mouth.

"You sure about this"? he asked again and I nodded vigorously.

He quickly got out of his clothes and I could see he was already in an aroused state. He positioned himself directly in front of me and slowly inserted his cock into my mouth.  He then used his hands and turned the dial to position 4.
"You ready" he asked? I nodded.
"Don't bite me" he joked and flipped the switch from OFF position to ON. With no variable setting now, the effect was immediate.
My whole body shuddered and I started shaking. He grabbed my hair and steadied me and started moving his cock back and forth. I used my hands to tickle his balls but at this stage I was doing most of it on autopilot. My brain was incapable of rationally and mindfully giving him a blow job. It was just trying to deal with the sensations from my nipples, pussy, clit and asshole.

Faster and Faster he moved his cock in my mouth, holding my hair and face fucking me vigorously. I shook and shuddered from the assault and the effect of having all my orifices invaded so mercilessly. Finally with a low decibel grown, he shot his load in my mouth. It seemed as if he would not stop cumming! With every pulse, more and more cum filled my mouth as I swallowed hungrily. I wanted this to be perfect. I did not want any cum escaping from my mouth. I knew my God considered this the ultimate benchmark of a great blowjob. As I kept swallowing, my orgasm hit me as well. This orgasm was different. It was not as raw as the one I had experienced at work, but it was sweeter, more satisfying, more emotional for me. I shuddered as it overtook my body and gave in to its demands of complete surrender.

It was an exquisite feeling, my God's cum going down my throat, my clit twitching, my cunt in spasms, my body shivering.... Oh the beauty of it all....!! I was so overwhelmed. As my Swami pulled his cock out of my mouth, I wrapped my hands around his butt, sank my face on his groin and started sobbing loudly. He quickly turned the device off and caressed my face. I sobbed for several minutes, shaking, gasping for breath. I felt totally owned and spent.

He then gently raised me, undid the contraption and carried me to the shower. He insisted on washing and cleaning me up and then with great love put a robe on me and led me to the bed. There he laid me down and showered me with kisses.

He then whispered into my ears. "You are the best Daasi. You rest now". I smiled with pride and closed my eyes and drifted off into blissful sleep