Ole Time Curios
Chapter 8: Debauchery
Lacey loved being his, even if it was her own little secret. Not Craig’s of course. She belonged to Mr. Basilton, she was his completely, even if he didn’t know. During the regular business day, he treated her just as he always had, protective, benevolently, and kind. He had no idea what nasty fantasies she harbored for him while he simply cared for her and her strange condition.
Actually, Lacey had come to appreciate her condition; her crazy libido that kept her fantasizing all the time, but never able to cum. It meant he would continue giving her the treatments. What’s more, when he did, she could be honest with him. She could tell him all the nasty things she felt, she could expose her heart, and it was safe. He explained to her that he would disregard anything she said while she was getting her treatment. None of it would change how he saw her. He believed that she was a good, virtuous young woman, even if she knew that she was absolutely his.
As far as everyone else was concerned, Craig was her boyfriend, but frankly, she thought, there weren’t that many people who really cared. She called her mom once to chat, and after having been admonished for not calling enough, they chatted a little about plans after college, but she didn’t even bother to mention Craig. Her dad was out mowing the lawn, and couldn’t be bothered to talk to her.
“You know how your father is, honey, once he gets it in his head to do something, there’s no interrupting him.”
She certainly didn’t tell her mom about Mr. Basilton. That detail was hers alone. Besides, what would she say? Something like, ‘Yeah, so I get horny all the time, but I can’t cum unless Mr. Basilton gives me my medicine. But when he does, he makes me feel so incredible.’
No one would understand that he was just treating her libido and helping her stay focused. Actually, the treatments were working really well! She was able to concentrate in classes again, and get her work done. In fact, she found herself looking forward to her treatment sessions more and more. It didn’t mean she wasn’t horny anymore. Actually quite the contrary, she was horny all the time, but that just made it easier to flirt with the male customers when she was working. They really were putty in her hands. Actually, she was turning into a total sex kitten—or at least she would if she didn’t have her releases. She shuddered thinking about the men she’d probably have jumped if it weren’t for Mr. Basilton. He provided her the release she needed to function like a normal girl, and in return she was absolutely devoted to him; Even if he didn’t know it, even if he never knew it.
On one particular day, she’d gone to the shop and worked the full day. Her mind wandered, and she’d fantasized about Mr. Basilton fucking her brains out. When the sun went down, she started getting excited, cleaning up and counting the till early so that she’d be ready when he said his customary, “Lacey, it’s time for your medicine.”
Practically beside herself, she ran up to him and opened her mouth obediently. He smiled at her and pulled out the dropped and squeezed two drops into her open willing mouth.
Dorsey smiled at his perfect little subject. She was coming along faster than he could have hoped. She was a delight with the customers, demure, submissive, and a little flirty with the men. She was a quick worker when she wasn’t distracted, and when she was distracted, he knew it was serving his purposes even more. Now she looked to him with adoring eyes. She listened attentively as he rattled of his thoughts about the next few places where he might be acquiring new merchandise. The moments ticked by as they both waited for the potent aphrodisiac to take effect.
“Oh Mister Basilton...” she moaned, her cheeks flushing.
“Ah there you are. Well, I should get back downstairs while you finish your treatment.”
“Oh, please don’t go, I was thinking today, maybe we could do something more.”
He paused, “Well, Ms. Dupree, what did you have in mind.”
She giggled, “I was thinking maybe you could let me touch it?”
“Ah very well, the inner trollop has emerged, I supposed it can’t be helped, you are a slave to your libido after all. But no, dear, I’m off.”
“Wait!” she clutched his arm pulling him to stay, then pressing her body against his. “Will you let me see it again at least?” Her eyes shined up at him glassy in desire, her moist lips parted slightly.
“That may have been a mistake last time, I daresay.”
She released him, feeling desperate. The sting of his rejection hurt her more than she could ever tell him. “Mr. Basilton,” she entreated, “don’t you find me sexy?” She began unbuttoning her shirt, “You’ve made me cum so hard several times already, you’ve never even tried to see me naked yet.” Her blouse fully unbuttoned, she was glad to see he had stopped moving away. “Honestly, I’m grateful, Mr. Basilton. I know you’ve been so good to me, and I thought, maybe you might like to see me?” She unzipped her pencil skirt, as her clothing was now loosened but hanging on her body ready to be dropped.
He smiled at her, “Well, I suppose I should not turn down your gratitude, my dear. I’ll stay for a moment longer.”
She couldn’t find any words, still so unsure of her footing with him. Instead, she shrugged her shirt off and started caressing her neck and her modest cleavage. His eyes remained glued to her, which emboldened her as she pushed her pencil skirt past her slim hips and let them pool around her ankles, leaving her in her bra and panties. “I know I’m not the prettiest girl, but I just—I just want to know if you think I’m sexy...” He was wordless as she approached him, but she did not move. “You know how hot I am right now? You could do anything you want to me.”
“There you, are, the wanton little trollop.”
She closed her eyes and nodded, “Yes, I’m just your little whore, and today, I want to make you feel pleasure.” Her eyes opened as her hand found her jacket, then tentatively moved along his body to his trousers. ‘Please,’ she thought to herself, ‘please let me, maybe if I can please you, you’ll love me and you’ll take me, please, just find me sexy.’
“You want to give me pleasure you say?”
She nodded.
“Well, I was going back downstairs for a reason, and while you may be a slave to your desires, I am not.” She deflated inside as her turned to leave, but when he reached the stairs, he turned and said, “Come along, we don’t want to waste my time now do we.” Her heart leapt and she followed him. He led her to the register and gestured underneath it saying, “You may get down on your knees here.”
She felt completely exposed, even with the blinds thrown and the sign turned to closed, being downstairs in her bra and panties was both scary and thrilling. Perhaps she’d feel a little better under the counter, and so she followed his instructions. Her panties squished with moisture and she knelt in place from the delightful effect of her medicine. She heard the register ring out as he opened it and pulled out the tray of money, then darkness closed about her as her pushed his crotch forward and began counting. She smiled and reached up to unzip his pants. Her smile grew as she felt the hardened lump of her cock straining against his underwear. Her fingers worked to free it from the constrained prison of his briefs, and now, for the first, time, she held his cock in her hands.
But more than anything she wanted it in her pussy, fucking her brains out. Feeling the warm hardness of it, she longingly stroked it, imagining its length inside of her. But knowing what was expected of her, she began wetting the tip of it with her tongue. Leaning in close, the heady manliness of the smell hit her in a wave of pungent arousal. As she took it in her mouth, the feel of the hotness of it was so arousing, she found she had to spare a hand for herself and began touching herself as she sucked on his hard cock.
Then she heard the bell of the front door opening and she stopped. Her mind was a jumble of fuck-me choruses and her lips felt the need of cock, but she wondered who would come in when the shop was closed.
“Oh, sorry, I got a message to come here, I thought —” she recognized the voice of her boyfriend.
“Yes, lad, come here, I wanted to speak with you a moment.”
She heard his footsteps approach the front of the register, until they were only two feet front where she kneeled on the hard wooden floor in front of Mr. Basilton. Paralyzed with fear, she knelt frozen in place.
“Listen, I am really sorry about what happened the other day.”
“I understand, young man,” she felt a hand on her head urging her to continue, then shoving her mouth back onto his cock. Giving in to the insistent hand and her own growing lust, she continued sucking his cock, “and your apology is accepted. I know you are a good young man, and I can only imagine how she must have thrown herself at you.”
“It’s not all like that sir, please don’t fire her because of me,” he asked.
“Relax, my boy. All is well, she is a great employee, she just needed a strong hand to guide her,” his hand gripped her hair as he added, “and put her in her place. Now that she is, I wanted to let you know that it would be fine if you came around the shop as normal. You are a valued member of this community and you are welcome here. I would simply ask that you mind your manners with the young lady.”
“Yes sir. Oh, and uh- is Lacey around?”
“Hmm? Ah yes, she is indisposed at the moment, but when we have finished up here, I’m sure she’ll be out to see you.”
“Can I wait here?”
“I’m afraid not, we are closed, and now that our business is concluded, you can feel free to wait for her outside, thank you.”
“Oookay.”
Lacey’s mind was whirling. The whole while she was sucking on her boss’s cock, sure that her boyfriend would hear it. Part of her was screaming at her, ‘you stupid slut, you little whore, you’re sucking a dick while your boyfriend is right there and you can’t stop yourself you worthless little cocksucker.’ Yet another part of her was in ecstasy over the delicious danger of it, the shamefulness of her act just fueling the fire burning in her loins. When Craig had asked about her and Dorsey said she was indisposed, she had to stop touching herself or else she was sure she would have cum hard and cried out in pleasure.
The door closed and Dorsey spoke to her, “Well now my little trollop, I daresay, you may have some talent at this, but now it’s time to finish.” He took her other hand off his cock leaving it free to help pleasure her body even more and took her head in both hands and took control of her movements. This was no longer a blow job he was receiving from her. Now he was taking control and fucking her mouth. His cock pounded into her mouth, and she jammed her hand down her panties. There wasn’t enoughroom to strip them off, and there was barely any room to spread her legs. Her nostrils flared gasping for air, hands rubbed her hot little clit furiously, and her knees ached from the hardness of the wood and the strain of sitting in that position. Her head dripped in perspiration and aching need for relief, for release, for oxygen, and for him. He kept on saying nasty things to her but she could hardly pay attention or say anything back with her mouth so full.
Her head banged forward over and over as he fucked her mouth and used her like a cheap whore. She felt both dizziness and exultation at the thrill of his cock in her mouth and her entire body stiffened as wonderful wave of pleasure build up in her. Her fingers rubbed faster, two tears streamed down cheeks, her nostrils flared gasping in air, his words pounded in her ears, and her pussy gloriously screamed out in pleasure as the climax overwhelmed her.
Her cries of pleasure vibrated his cock, and her eyes rolled up while her body shook. A rush a light and cool oxygen rushed into her world when he pulled out her mouth and released her. Her orgasming body could not hold, and she fell forward, catching herself with one hand while her thighs clamped on her own fingers and twitched in pleasure, saliva spilling out from her lips.
He tucked in and zipped up then knelt down by the gasping girl, “There you are,” he said rubbing her head lovingly, “much better. That’s a good girl.”
She took a few breaths then looked up to him, “But, you didn’t cum.”
He smiled at her, “Oh honey, this wasn’t for me, but believe me, it was very difficult not to. You are quite a sexy young woman, I have to admit.”
She smiled at him, a complete mess, and wiped her lips with the back of her pussy moistened hand. Inside, her heart beamed at his praise, though she still felt crestfallen that she wouldn’t be able to please him. “I’m sorry, I came so quick,” she offered.
He helped her up and guided her back upstairs to her clothes, but she was locked in her own mind. Clear of the constant arousal, she was mulling over her words. ‘Sorry I came?’ she questioned, ‘Why am I sorry? What am I doing here? He doesn’t love me. What have I become?’
On the stairs, she jerked her arm away from him and he gave her a questioning look, “It’s—I’m okay, I can go on my own.”
“Yes dear, I’m sure you can,” he said dismissively and took her arm.
She jerked her arm away again, “I—” she stammered, “I can’t—”
“Sweetie, what is it?”
“I can’t believe you made me do that,” she felt a strength in her surging up. How dare he!
“What on earth?”
“I can’t believe you made me suck your cock, and right in front of my boyfriend. You planned that! You planned that didn’t you!”
He sighed and announced, “I’m going up to collect the rest of your attire.”
For the first time in as long as she could remember, he seemed smaller. She felt anger, and now he was retreating from her. She felt bold, and still a swirl of emotion. Maybe she wasn’t his. Why would she think that? Why was she constantly fantasizing about him?
The two of them stood alone upstairs as she asked again, “Why? Why did you make me do that?”
He turned to her with a hard look in his eyes, “Make you? Did I force you throw yourself at me? Did I force you to offer your body to me? No, I did not.”
“But Craig, you—”
“You were begging me to tell you how sexy you are. Such typical vanity. I was trying to set things right in the community and get work done. I cannot help if your womanly libido constantly takes control of your faculties. Young woman, you are so addled that you cannot even take responsibility for your actions.” He stepped towards her, his power rising and she felt herself shrink. “Young woman, there is a reason I try to leave you alone to take care of yourself when you have your medicine, but you are so insistent, so greedy about the things you want. I give and I give, and you, young lady, do nothing but take. You try to seduce me, then you blame me for your own wanton whorish behavior.”
Deep in her mind, she knew everything about this was wrong, but she felt so small, she felt his authority over her and she felt so submissive to him. “I—”
“Did you not try to seduce me?”
She nodded with her eyes downcast.
He sighed and shook his head. “You know, I would expect an apology, but the way your hands are trembling...” he paused. “Perhaps now is not the time for corrective action. Lacey, would you like to see the clockwork?”
She looked up and nodded.
“Put on your clothes and I will set it up for you.”
She couldn’t say why, but just at the mention of the clockwork, she felt a wave of relief. She wanted to demand answers, and the part of her that had fight was still there, but the very idea of fighting her boss twisted her stomach in knots, and she just wanted to retreat. He gestured for her to take her place when it was ready, and she did, watching intently. Briefly she questioned why she wanted to watch the clockwork so much. It was an oddity, that right when she felt the most need to see it, he would suggest it. ‘Why would he?’ she thought, before her thoughts became distracted. Once again watching the light flicker, and the girl in the middle, and Lacey felt her mind float away with her last thought, ‘What is he doing to me?’
“Princess Lace, can you hear me?” He walked behind his desk.
Silence.
“Princess Lace?”
“Yes.”
He reached into a drawer and pulled out a long velvet strap, then slowly walked back while speaking to her. “Princess Lace, I want you to focus on my voice as I count down, ten, nine, going even deeper, eight, seven, calm and safe in your mind, six, five, releasing all of the worry, four, three, going to your inner core, two and one.” Her head lolled down. “Very good Princess. See in your mind the room that you are in, look around and see the chamber of a princess, do you see it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you see the writing on the wall?” he asked as he put her arms together and began wrapping the strap around her wrists.
“Yes.”
“Very good, there’s no need to read it now. You are in your safe space, but you will now realize that your hands are bound. Go ahead and look at them, what do you see?”
Her head lifted slowly and her hands moved, stopping as the hit the straps. “I see... my hands.”
“Go on.”
“There’s chains. My hands are locked together.”
“That’s right, and do you know why?”
“No.”
“It is because of something you already knew, Princess. You’re a slave.”
“Slave?”
“Yes, you’re a slave to your desires. You are a slave.”
“No, not a slave, I’m a princess.”
“Yes my dear, you are a princess and a slave. Deep down, you know it to be true. Say it now, admit what you are.”
“No...”
“Look at your hands, you’re bound in chains, do you know what that means?”
“I’m...”
“Say it.”
“I’m a slave.”
“Again,” he demanded.
“I’m a slave.”
“Again!” he exulted.
“I’m a slave.”
“Yes, you’re learning now. But more than just a slave, you’re a princess-slave. You love those chains that bind you. You are the most beautiful, the sexiest, and the most perfect slave.”
“I’m perfect... slave.”
“Yes, Princess Lace, you are indeed the perfect slave. Your hands are bound and chained. But there is something more important for you to know. Those manacles that bind your hands together are chained and the chain leads off into the distance. The chain is held by someone that you cannot see. That person is your master.”
“Master?”
“Yes, your master, the one who holds your chain, holds your will, and holds your life. You live to serve your master.”
“Live to serve.”
“Your master holds the keys to your ultimate pleasures and ultimate torment. Your master owns you absolutely. More than anything, you know your place is at the feet of your master. It is what you have been waiting all your life for. The perfection of your master, awaits your perfection as a slave. Would you like to see your master?”
“Yes, please.”
“Yes of course you do. To see your master would be to know absolute peace and the bliss of servitude. It is finding the meaning of your life. Look upon the chains that bind you and say it with all your heart, ‘I want to meet my master.’”
In her mind, she looked down upon the chains that bound her. Even in her royal chambers where she could see the words of submission, the words she knew to be true, she felt an even greater truth. She wanted to know who held her chain. She needed to know who her master was. “I want to meet my m-master. I want to know, my master, please.” The chain stretched out from her hands and out to a blank white light. In that light was her master and though she’d never seen her master, she knew that they had always been connected. Her life, her destiny was before her in a hazy cloud of whiteness. Hope bloomed in her heart, then she slept.
“Captain Lacey, at attention.”
Captain Lacey stood tall, hands at her sides. She hadn’t noticed the velvet strap being removed. “Captain Lacey ready for duty, sir.”
“Excellent, Captain, your work is almost done. You have preserved the princess’s virtue for her true love, her master. And her day is coming soon, the day that she will meet her master. When that happens, your duty will be done. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she nodded.
“Excellent, your perfect obedience will be rewarded soon. Dismissed.”
Lacey’s head drooped back down as her stalwart persona left her mind. She could see herself in the princess’s room, but she was quiet, and there were no chains. “Lacey.” She heard the voice booming in her head.
“Hello?”
“Lacey, do you see yourself?”
She turned around and saw Princess Lace, hands bound, kneeling and touching herself. “Yes.”
“Tell me, what do you think of yourself.”
“I...,” her mind flashed to moments touching herself under the influence of her medicine, they flashed again to seeing Dorsey’s cock for the first time after she’d begged him, then again she flashed to that moment when Craig was plowing into her pussy unprotected all while watching her princess-self chained and rubbing her pussy. “I’m a slut. I’m a worthless slut.”
“Is that what you see?”
“Yes, I—I’m naked and touching myself, because I’m a horny slut. I’m always horny now. Even after my medicine, I’m still horny. Now I’m just a horny slave, tied up and touching myself. I don’t go to class anymore; I don’t do anything anymore but dream about sex. I’m a horny little slut. I’m worthless, useless.” She flashed back to her father catching her at home with her first boyfriend. He never even lectured her about it, he never talked to her about anything important. She realized it was because she wasn’t really worth his time. “I’m nothing.”
“Oh no, dear, that’s not true, my dear. You are not nothing. Look closely at yourself. See the real you. See the pleasure that she feels. Look at her face. Look closely and tell me what you see.”
She obeyed, and watched her own face, contorted in pleasure. She stared at her own face, shining in perspiration and glowing in pleasure. Her face turned slowly and locked eyes with Lacey’s inner self, Princess Lace’s eyes opened up and she saw it. Through all that pleasure, she saw Princess Lace smile.
“I’m happy.”
“Yes, that’s right, and soon every bit of you will be happy. But for now, you must wait. Soon you will wake, and you won’t remember this conversation. You’ll go out to the boy who waits for you. You’ll kiss him goodnight with the same lips that were on another cock. Then you will tell him that you don’t want to see him anymore. You’ll do this because deep down inside you know he is not the one. He is not your master. Tomorrow, you will come back to the store. You won’t realize what you’re doing, you’ll just come as if it was your day to work.”
“Yes.”
“Deep in your heart, you will know that your master will be near.”
As always, she obeyed.