Can you make a muse blush? Let's see shall we? Even if we
don't manage it, we can have a great time trying!

Blush
by Arty 

'I'm going to get him for this. Oh yes…' Friday's train of
thought was broken as another wave of arousal swept through
her. She stopped and breathed deeply, waiting for her
excitement to wane. Friday considered the options, whips and
chains definitely - she toyed briefly with hanging, drawing
and quartering - but decided that death would be the easy
way out, however gruesome the means of departure. 

The pedometer beeped, to show that she had been standing
still for too long. Friday considered the advantages of a
rack - now that had possibilities! Gathering her strength
she started walking again, the movement cause the pedometer
to shut up and prevented the vibrator from starting up. This
was imperative now that she was entering the more crowded
parts of the park. It wouldn't take much to make her cum and
she knew that once she started she probably wouldn't stop
and the thought of all those people staring at her, as she
was cumming was just too much. 'Yes the rack, definitely the
rack.' 

She felt like everyone was staring at her, like they knew
that beneath the long fur coat she was naked and in chains.
Friday stifled a moan, as she grew more and more aroused. If
only she could walk more quickly, but the knee hobble
prevented that, forcing her to take short steps. Her hands
were thrust deep into her pockets, which seemed reasonable,
as it was quite a chilly day. What was not obvious was that
her wrists were chained to a wide leather belt cinched tight
about her waist. All this was embarrassing enough, but not
enough to make her moan and blush. 

Friday was forced to stop again, she knew by now that this
was an exercise in futility that the dastardly arrangement
of stimulating devices would soon drive her to an inevitable
orgasm. Her breathing slowed and her flushed face grew less
so. Once he was on the rack then she would consider an
extended session with some sharp instruments! Before the
pedometer issued its beep Friday started to walk again. She
could see him now, his face split with a huge grin; a grin
she would take great delight in removing when she finally
got him at her mercy - oh yes! 

As she walked towards him the silken lining brushed against
the two clips attached gently, but firmly to her nipples. On
their own they would be quite effective but with her hands
tied and the hobble making her stride awkward her breasts
swayed more than usual the feelings were multiplied. A
similar clamp ensured that her clitoris was randomly
stimulated when the swing of the coat was just right. The
final touch that ensured that she was helpless to control
the rising tide of arousal were the ben-wa balls that he had
persuaded her to insert before she realised the full extent
of the dastardly plan hidden behind the innocent suggestion
of a 'walk in the park.' Being who he was he had to add that
last technological touch: a 'magic bullet' vibrator keyed to
start if the pedometer showed she was stationary for too
long. 'Overkill always overkill, he never knows when to
stop!' 

Just as she reached him her control faltered and the tsunami
of feelings that she had been holding at bay for so long,
overwhelmed her. She had just enough presence of mind to
bite down on the scream of her release, but she was unable
to stay upright as the strength left her legs and her hips
jerked backwards and forwards in an unconscious effort to
bring off a non-existent lover. 

Friday came round to find herself sitting cuddled on his lap
as they sat on a nearby park bench. Several onlookers
whispered amongst themselves, but refrained from pointing. 

"Did I?" 

"Oh yes, and how!" 

Friday blushed. 

"See I told you I could make you blush." 

-Fin- 

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