A Very 420 Femdom Adventure

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A Very 420 Femdom Adventure

a story by Harry

Every industry has its rush days, and for my family, April is one of the busiest times there is.  When 4/20 falls on spring break at the state college, things get pretty crazy, and that was how I ended up with six pages of deliveries and a backpack full of weed, pedaling like a madman all over town.

I guess it’s ironic that my 4/20 was turning out to be anything but chill.  I had been up since seven in the morning, biking all over campus to deliver dimebags and checking customers off my list.  My goal was to be done by 4:20 so that I could reward myself by lighting up a joint and celebrating, and I was making great time.  I was taking it pretty seriously, but that’s because I’m the baby of the family.  I have three older brothers who never take my business ideas seriously, and today was my day to prove them wrong!  They hadn’t liked any of my previous ideas: fliers, coupons, frequent buyer punch cards.  I have to admit, some were a little half-baked.

But this one was going to be different!  I hadn’t bothered to tell them about my newest idea: Harry’s “Bud”dy Discount for Fun Friends.  I was positive it was going to be a hit but I had to prove it, first.

I had told a few of the guys on my floor about it and was testing it on a small group of friends, whose deliveries I’d scheduled last.  I was pretty worn out by the afternoon, but that’s business, baby.  I was selling green, and making green, and I was going to end things on a high note.  Pun intended!

Mike had told me he’d be at his girlfriend Geena’s apartment, off-campus, all day, and asked me to come earlier, but I couldn’t fit him in.   I hopped on my bike and pedaled over to her place with my backpack heavy on my back; the last five bags were inside, and my freedom was so close I could taste it. 

I jogged up the stairs to Geena’s place and knocked on the door, waiting for Mike.  To my surprise, though, it was Geena who answered.  Geena looks like a Greek goddess you’d see in a painting: intimidatingly tall and voluptuous curvy, with full, pouty red lips and kind, smiling eyes that always seem to be about to reveal a fun secret.

She cracked open the door just enough to stick her face out.

“Oh.  Hey, Geena,” I said, trying to play it cool.  “I’ve got a delivery for Mike.”

“Mike’s a little tied up at the moment,” said Geena.

I raised an eyebrow.  “Really?  That’s weird; I thought he was expecting me.”

“Oh, he is.”

“I thought you said he was busy.”

“No, I said he was tied up,” said Geena.

I felt like I was already stoned; I had no idea what she was talking about.

“GEENA?  CAN YOU TAKE CARE OF IT?” called Mike from inside.

I tried to peek past Geena.  “Hey, dude, I’ve got your stuff.  It’ll take like two seconds to hand it to you.”

Geena flashed a smile at me.  “Mike’s shy,” she explained.  “How much is it?”

“Uh, well, he asked for two and a half ounces, so it’s fifty bucks,” I said.

“Fifty bucks?  …Mike, you don’t even have fifty bucks!” said Geena, turning and looking back into the apartment.

“Yeah I do!” protested Mike.  “I have fifty-one dollars in my wallet.”  His voice was strangely muffled.

“So you’re literally going to leave Harry without a tip?  Mike.  That’s just rude!”  Geena rolled her eyes.  She turned back to me.  “Maybe we can make a deal?”

“Actually, I would totally be willing to offer a discount!” I said eagerly.  “I was telling Mike I wanted to come up with a system for, like, return customers or something.  That’s just good business, right?  I was going to call it Harry’s ‘Bud’dy Discount for Fun Friends.  Yeah, I’d love to make a deal!  C’mon, Mike, let me in, man.  Stop being weird.  It’s 4/20.”

“We’re fun friends!” exclaimed Geena, face lighting up.  “Mike, you could use a break; don’t you want a discount?”

I heard Mike sigh.  “…okay, but…” he began.

Geena opened the door all the way, and I immediately realized Mike’s reluctance and Geena’s words about Mike being “tied up.”  Mike was hog-tied on the couch, face-down, his bare, bright-red ass sticking up in the air.  And Geena was naked, except for a black leather harness sitting on her hips, with a thick, veined dildo sticking out of it, slick with lube.

I’ve seen a lot of stuff on my delivery route but this was a new one!

“…you like what you see?” asked Geena mischievously.

“Huh?  Oh.  Uh– yeah,” I said, grinning nervously.  I’ve never not liked seeing Geena; she’s a beautiful woman.  But I’d never thought of how she would look with a cock.  With her heavy breasts and thick strap-on, she looked authoritative and powerful. 

I didn’t just like it; I loved it. 

Geena sat on one of her armchairs, the dildo bouncing in her lap.  My eyes followed it like I was hypnotized.

“So I have to show you some fun, and then we get a discount?”

“Fun?  Yeah.  I like fun,” I said dumbly, still staring.

Geena smiled at me.  “We like fun, too.  Don’t we, Mike?”

“Yeah.” agreed Mike.  Unlike Geena he seemed self-conscious.  “Yeah, a discount would be nice.”  He was blushing, but I wasn’t looking at him nearly as much as I was looking at Geena!

Geena reached down to put a finger on the tip of her dildo, making it spring a little under her touch.  “Ever been pegged?”

I turned even redder.  Mike and I were starting to match.

“No,” I admitted.  I glanced at Mike.  “I hear it’s pretty… fun.”

“Very fun.  Isn’t it fun, Mike?”

Mike squirmed a little; he moved his head to the side so he could glance at me.  He looked embarrassed but I saw his eyes glance over at Geena adoringly, and I felt like if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t mind showing off, either.  Geena’s full, heavy breasts were bared in front of me, her dildo pointing at me like it was calling, the shiny surface of it like a beacon. 

Geena patted her knee.  “How about you have a seat on my lap, Harry?”

I felt my groin light up like it was a freshly rolled joint.

“Really?  Yeah.  Uh– um– fifty percent discount!” I blurted without thinking.  Okay, that was kind of steep, but in my defense, my brain had totally stalled.  I got up like I was in a dream and padded over to Geena; she reached out and undid the button of my jeans for me, slowly peeling my waistband down.  My cock sprang out but it wasn’t nearly as big as hers; I didn’t care.  I knew who was in charge.

I turned my back to her, facing Mike.  He was watching, his face one of earnest interest and admiration.  I could see why; Geena’s soft but firm hands took my hips and she gently directed me down onto her lap.  I felt the cold, wet dildo slide up my crack and press against my entrance.  I inhaled sharply.

“Relax,” murmured Geena, resting her chin on my shoulder, her hair fluttering against my neck.  “I’m going to go slow, okay?  Match my breaths.”

I could feel her breasts on my back, rising and falling, and I obeyed, breathing with her.  She wriggled her hips, her thighs warm under mine, and I felt the tip of the dildo catch the rim of my hole.  As I breathed out with her, she canted her hips forward, and I felt the slow burn of the dildo as it pushed into me.

“That’s good,” she purred, holding my waist as she worked the full length and girth of the toy into me.

“Ohhhhh…” I closed my eyes, feeling my ass open up for her; the tip of the dildo pressed against my prostate, and behind my eyelids I saw stars.  It was like taking the first drag of a really fresh bud, the way it relaxed and invigorated my body all at once.  It felt incredible; my dick ached.  I was rock-hard and as Geena began to rock in the chair beneath me, knocking on my sweet spot, all I could do was hold on and whimper with pleasure.

“How much of a discount did you say we were getting?” asked Mike, who looked like he was trying not to hump the couch as he watched us enviously.

“Uhh– seventy– …eighty?” I mumbled, gasping as Geena bottomed out.  This transaction felt like it ought to cost me money.  I’d never felt so full; every time she thrust I felt her breasts pressing into my back and her body invading mine, making me hers.  All while Mike watched!

I came so suddenly I didn’t even realize it was happening; I felt Geena’s arms squeeze me, hugging me to her, and her dildo pressed into me, and suddenly I was gushing cum all over the floor and moaning, “F-f-f-first order’s free for Fun Friends!”

“Are you sure?” murmured Geena into my ear, her silky lips brushing my ear like a butterfly’s wings.  My dick twitched weakly, spurting a few last drops of semen out onto her knee.

“Yes,” I gasped empathically.

“That’s so generous.  And perfect for 4/20!  Thanks, Harry!”  Geena kissed my cheek.  Her hands moved to my hips and she eased me up, off her strap-on.  My body felt oddly empty without her inside it, and my legs felt weak.  I wobbled a little as I rose.

I turned and looked down at the huge dildo I’d just taken, feeling strangely humbled.  I fumbled for my backpack and pulled out Mike’s order, handing it to Geena.  She took it gracefully and tossed it onto Mike’s bare back; poor Mike was squirming with desperation after watching us, presenting his eager ass to Geena and rubbing himself against her couch, unable to do much while he was all tied up.

“I’ll, uh– I’ll let you guys get back to it.  Happy 4/20!” I said, staggering toward the door.

“Thanks for the discount, Harry!  Have a great day!” chirped Geena, walking with me, her magnificent dildo bouncing along.

I left the apartment feeling high as a kite.  I would have loved to pull out a celebration joint but I still had four deliveries to make; my legs felt like jelly after my orgasm, and when I got back to my bike I could barely mount it.  It lacked Geena’s distinctive, firm warmth.

I biked across campus toward Wendy’s studio, feeling awestruck by my experience.  A 100% discount was more than I’d meant to offer but since I’d blown a load all over her knee, it felt only fair.  Whatever; I could make up the lost money with tips.

Wendy’s delivery was no surprise; most artists enjoy a little bit of weed to help inspire them, and Wendy was a regular customer.  By the time I got to her studio I felt a little less weak, and ready to get back to business!

She opened the door and the first thing I noticed was that she wasn’t wearing pants, just a big, baggy flannel shirt smeared with blue paint.

“Nice outfit,” I said.  There was no dildo between her legs, at least.

“I do my best work naked,” she said with a shrug.  “Come on in, I’ll show you.”

I stepped into her studio, tip-toeing carefully over jars of paint scattered all over the floor.  There was an easel set up in the middle of the room, with a boombox beside it playing some trippy trance music.  On the easel was an image of a naked woman lying on the beach, her back to the viewer, looking out over the waves and a dark, stormy sky.

“Cool,” I said.

“I don’t know.  I’m not feeling it.  I think I need to take a break.  So I’m glad you’re here!” said Wendy.  “You want to light up with me?”  She gestured to a huge, glass bong on the floor.

I did, but it felt unprofessional and I still had more orders to fulfill.

“I can’t,” I said reluctantly.  “I still have a few more deliveries.  I’m trying to prove to my brothers that my new discount system–”

“You have a discount system?!” she exclaimed.  “Oh my God, that’s great!  Finally!  How’s it work?”

“Uh, it’s called Harry’s ‘Bud’dy Discount for Fun Friends, and I was thinking I could give it to anyone who shows me a good time,” I said, turning red as I remembered the way Geena had held me and massaged me from the inside.

“You want me to show you a good time, but you don’t want to smoke with me?” asked Wendy, frowning, her freckled nose scrunching up a little as she considered.  After a moment, though, her eyebrows went up, and she snapped her fingers.  “I’ve got it!  I showed Mike a good time recently… lie down on the floor.  You mind if I start smoking?  Like I said, I need a break.”

“Okay,” I agreed, shrugging off my backpack and getting out her order.  It was one of the biggest orders of the day; I tossed her the bag, and she opened it, putting her nose into it and taking a deep breath. 

“Mmmm.  Perfect,” she said, sitting on the floor and reaching for the bong.  I lay down like she’d asked, curious what she was doing to do.  I listened as she packed a bowl; the familiar bubbling in the long, glass stem was music to my ears.  A skunky smell filled the room and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the sticky-sweet smell of fresh weed.

Except that wasn’t what I smelled at all.  Instead I smelled warm flannel, paint, and… sex?!

My eyes snapped open; Wendy had thrown one leg over my head and was lowering herself down, and before I knew it, she was settling herself down gently onto my face, her bare pussy pressed right against my mouth!  I licked my lips without even thinking, my tongue brushing against her wet slit, tasting the salty, eager musk of her pussy.

“How’s that?” asked Wendy, adjusting herself.

“Mmmmpph,” I said against her, closing my eyes again.

“I’ll taste your product and you’ll taste mine.  Fair trade?”

“Mm-hm!”  I reached up to put my hands on her hips, parting my lips so I could begin licking her folds.  I listened to the soft, bubbling bong and the slow trance music as I ate her out, the smell of her sex and the weed mixing into a bouquet of my favorite things.  Her slick coated my tongue as I probed her soft little hole, swirling around her clit and feeling it pulse gently, almost imperceptibly, at my attention.

“This is exactly the break I needed… so relaxing,” sighed Wendy, rubbing her cunt across my face as I eagerly lapped at her.  “I bet none of your other customers are this fun, huh, Harry?”

“Mm-mm,” I agreed, feeling my already-spent dick rousing to attention again as I tasted her. 

“If I cum can I get a special one-time freebie?”

“Mm-mm,” I agreed again, without thinking; her moist cunt was mesmerizing, the slide of her folds along my tongue perfection.

“Great, ‘cause I’m about to.”

“Mm?”

She wasn’t lying; she ground down into my mouth, pressing her pussy into me, and I felt her body shudder, her clit pulsating on my tongue and her hole dripping its pleasure right into my mouth.  I swallowed her arousal, pressing my tongue against her so she could ride out her climax; when she rose, the smell of weed swept in.  The dank smoke had filled her studio; she’d been sucking on the bong the whole time I’d been sucking on her, and she was glowing radiantly with inspiration.

I sat up dizzily.

“Wow,” I said.

“Wow,” she agreed.  “That was amazing.  And fun!  I love the new program, Harry.  Thanks.”

Program?

Oh.  Right.  Shit; I’d agreed to a freebie.

Oops.

Well, one more lost profit was no big deal, and it was only fair since I’d given Mike and Geena their delivery for free, too. 

Wendy was already grabbing a paintbrush and turning back to her painting; I hitched my backpack back over my shoulder and stumbled out, my nose filled with the scents of weed and womanly pleasure.

I had to check the crumbled list of remaining deliveries in my pocket; I only had three to go, but I was running late after helping Wendy.  If I wanted my 4:20 joint I would have to hurry!

My next delivery was to Rachel.  I had met her a few times and I’m not going to lie, she kind of freaked me out.  But if anyone could use a little bit of pot to mellow them out, it was Rachel!

I pedaled across campus again, the fresh air helping me to clear my head a little, and found her apartment.  I knocked on unit #6 and waited, hitching up my backpack a little impatiently.

The door opened and for a moment I felt confused; the person before me was wearing a French maid outfit, which wasn’t the kind of thing Rachel would ever be caught dead in.  But it wasn’t Rachel at all!  It was just some guy.

“Hey,” he said.

“…hey,” I replied, professionally.  “I’ve got a delivery for Rachel.”

“Let him in, Benny,” called a voice from the back.  Benny opened the door up and moved aside; I stepped in, looking around at the pristine apartment.  I guess Benny the maid was kept pretty busy; there wasn’t a speck of dust in sight.

“I’ve got your delivery,” I repeated.

Rachel was lounging on the couch with a magazine; she lolled her head over, looking me up and down.  “How much?”

“Eighty.”

“Hmm.  Any chance of a discount?”

“Uh… yeah, I have a discount system, for friends,” I said awkwardly.

Rachel smiled at me.  “We’re friends, aren’t we, Harry?”

“I guess,” I said. 

“You’re pretty uptight for a weed dealer.  You should relax… why don’t you have a seat?”

I perched on the edge of a white armchair without taking my backpack off; I had a ton of deliveries to make and I wasn’t sure what Rachel had in store for me.

But Rachel didn’t even get up.  She waved a hand toward Benny.  “Benny, why don’t you help our guest relax?  …Harry, you can’t go around today harshing everyone’s buzz.  It’s a bad look.  Spread your legs and let Benny help you.”

My eyes widened.  Was she serious?  She was smiling but she didn’t seem like she was teasing.  And Benny was already lowering himself, the edges of his frilly skirt touching Rachel’s floor.  He put his hands on my knees and, feeling like I was in a dream, I reached down to pull down my zipper.

My experience with Wendy had re-awakened my arousal and to be honest, pedaling my bike around with a semi had been kind of tricky.  Getting a quickie out would probably help me make my remaining deliveries.

I eased my cock out and Benny leaned forward, closing his eyes as he wrapped his lips around the tip of my dick.  Rachel watched us over the edge of her magazine, her eyes bright and smiling as Benny’s head began to bob.

I leaned back, trying not to squish my backpack, but the velvety texture of Benny’s tongue was heavenly.

“Wow,” I said.

“See?  We’re friends.  Friends share.  So… discount?” asked Rachel.

“Sure.  Yeah.  I can do a discount,” I agreed, rocking my hips into Benny’s mouth as he sucked on my erection noisily. 

“Fantastic.  Thank you, Harry.  Excellent customer service,” said Rachel approvingly.  Benny lapped at my slit and I groaned, closing my eyes as I got closer. 

“Excellent customer service,” I echoed.

“How much of a discount are you giving friends?”

“Erm… well…”  I tried to think of a reasonable amount but my brain was short-circuiting.  I think maybe Wendy had given me a contact high.  “…I sorta… gave Geena and Wendy 100% off, but–”

“Oh, that makes sense, since it’s 4/20,” said Rachel.  “Special day and all, right?  Benny will swallow for 100%.  Won’t you, Benny?”

Benny hummed an agreement, my dick vibrating in his throat, and I felt my body thrust forward into him.  He didn’t even flinch; Rachel must have trained him to deep-throat, because he took my length like it was nothing.  The steady sucking made my body shake; I parted my legs a little more, giving him more room to work with, and when I thought back to Geena and Wendy, I came undone, ejaculating into Benny’s mouth like I hadn’t just cum at Geena’s less than forty minutes ago.  Benny was true to Rachel’s word; he swallowed every drop of it, milking my cock dry and licking it clean for me.

“Good boy, Benny,” said Rachel.  She stuck a hand out.  “My order?”

“Oh.  Right.  Uh…”  I reached for my backpack with shaky hands.  Benny remained kneeling between my legs, a coy little smirk on his face.  Whether it was from Rachel’s praise or my reaction, I had no idea.

I turned over Rachel’s bag of buds and buttoned my pants back up.  Rachel, like Mike and Wendy, had placed a pretty big order, and I was starting to think maybe my Fun Friend discount had been a little too steep.  But I couldn’t go back on it after cumming down Rachel’s houseboy’s throat, so I left empty-handed.

No biggie, though.  I still had two orders left, the biggest two of the whole day.  And then, finally, the day would be mine!

I had thought getting some relief would help me but instead I felt even shakier than ever, so I walked my bike to Oz’s apartment.  Oz is a cool dude, and I was sure he wouldn’t offer to suck me off or sit on my face, so I was sure I’d turn a profit there.

But when I rang the buzzer for Oz’s little flat, just off campus, it wasn’t Oz who answered.  Instead, a beautiful woman with tan skin, thick black eyelashes, and rumpled black hair answered.

“¡Hola!  You must be Harry!” she exclaimed, flinging open the door.  She was wearing a black corset that pushed her bust up so that her breasts were nearly tumbling out, and black fishnets that showed off the long, curvy thickness of her thighs and calves.  Inside, I could smell the skunky smell of good herb.  “Good timing; we just ran out.”

“Great!” I said. 

Oz stepped out and I immediately felt a crazy sense of déjà vu.  Oz was naked except for a collar on his neck, and there were ropes criss-crossing his body.

“Uh… am I interrupting something?” I asked.

“Naw, we’re sorta doing a whole day thing.  It’s 4/20, you know?” said Oz. 

“You don’t know Geena by any chance, do you?” I asked.

The woman laughed.  “Oh, my God, I do!  She’s amazing; we’re very good friends.  Why?”

“Um… no reason,” I said, eyeing the ropes on Oz and remembering the way Mike had stared in helpless awe as Geena thrust herself into me.  “We’re pretty good friends, too.  She’s part of my Fun Friends discount program.  I was just over there, actually.”

“Wait, wait, back up.  You have a discount program?” asked Oz.  “Can me and Isabella get in on that?”

Oops.  The cat was out of the bag.

“Yeah, for fun friends,” I said.

“We’re fun,” said Oz, gesturing.

“Si, very fun.  Rope is fun,” said Isabella.

“I was thinking the discount could be, like, twenty percent, you know, ‘cause it’s four-twenty–” I began.

“Is that how much you gave Geena?” asked Isabella brightly.

Shit.  They were going to compare notes and I’d look like an asshole if I didn’t offer the same discount.

“Not exactly.  I sorta… gave them 100% off.  But they were super fun friends–”

“We can be super fun!” protested Isabella immediately.  “I’ll go get more rope!”

“Wait–” I began, but she was already running over to the futon couch to paw around in a big, black bag, and I could tell I wasn’t going to get away with only offering them twenty percent.

“Close the door, man, I’m cold.  Hundred percent off for a hundred percent off sounds like a good deal.  Strip down, let’s fool around!” exclaimed Oz jovially.

I closed the door with a sigh.  Isabella was already approaching me; she reached up and began lacing a thick leather dog collar onto my neck.  I was surprised at how smooth the leather felt on my skin, and when Isabella’s hands brushed over my jawline, there was a weak stirring down below.

What have I gotten myself into? I wondered.  Isabella was already pulling at my clothes.

“This will be good practice for me; you’re shorter than Oz so this will be challenging,” she said, yanking my shirt off and tossing it away.

“What will be challenging?” I asked.

“Tying you two up together!”

“Tying us up together?” I repeated as she spun me around to face Oz.  Her arms slid around my waist, less certainly than Geena’s had but with a very familiar air of command, and I couldn’t find it in me to protest as she undid my jeans and pulled them down around my ankles.  I stepped out of them; she pushed me toward Oz and I stumbled, bouncing off his chest.  He laughed and caught me in a hug, and before I knew it, I felt Isabella throwing ropes around the two of us, trussing us up like a birthday present!

Oz looked down at me, grinning.  “Why do you smell like pussy?” asked Oz.

“No reason,” I blurted.

“I kinda like it.”

“Uhh… thanks?”  I could feel Oz’s erection digging into my stomach.  Isabella’s binds were firm, pressing our bodies together.  One of her hands snaked over my ass; I moved automatically but found I couldn’t.  She’d roped us both up together so we were standing face-to-face, and I couldn’t bring up my arms at all!  I tested the ties and found my naked dick rubbing along Oz’s warm, bare thigh.  Oz grinned down at me.

Isabella squeezed my ass, digging her nails into my flesh.  The sudden, sharp pain made me gasp and rock into Oz reflexively.  Isabella giggled.

“So you’re a soft boy?” she teased.

“No.  Just– just sensitive right now,” I stammered.

“Maybe you should take a smoke break,” said Oz.

“I will when I’m done with my deliver– ah!”  A sudden, sharp slap of a paddle interrupted me; the thud of a leather flogger on my behind made me jump as much as I was able, which wasn’t much.  I was completely immobile, bound to Oz’s huge, hard, tree-like body.  And Isabella was going to town!  She began paddling my ass, and I sank into Oz.  The only thing holding me up were the tight, skillful ropes Isabella had tied me up with.  Isabella had lashed me to Oz for support and now she was lashing my ass!  Every slap made me jump and prod Oz with my cock, and soon the repeated thrusts had woken it up, and my hard-on was pressing into him, humping him in time with Isabella’s flogging.

“You like this?” asked Oz.

“I guess so!” I exclaimed, yelping as Isabella paddled my cheeks and thighs.  The sharp slaps were invigorating and I had to admit, it was almost refreshing after cumming twice earlier.  I felt a nice, hazy high from the pain, not unlike I had after Wendy’s smoky little studio, and after a while I let my body relax against Oz, grinding myself into him while Isabella stung my skin with her leather paddle.

After a while she stopped, and reaching down, she cupped my balls, rolling them softly in her hand.  My breath caught in my throat at the sudden tenderness of her touch compared to the earlier sharpness of her dominance.

“How was that?” asked Isabella.

“…refreshing,” I admitted.

“Fun?”

“Very fun.”

“Super fun?”  She squeezed my balls warningly.

“Super fun!” I agreed with a gasp.

“Great!  We’ll take the discount, then!  …do you want to stay and play, or do you have more deliveries?”

“I have one more,” I admitted, a little reluctantly.  Staying around was enticing, but I still had one bag left in my bag.  Besides, it was almost four.  I didn’t want to miss the big light-up at 4:20!  I had saved a joint in my bag and it was calling my name.

Isabella undid my binds and I nearly fell over; Oz caught me.

“Whoa, Harry, you better take it slower.  You look like you’ve been going hard all day,” he said.

“I have.  Making green,” I said weakly.

“Making green from green.  I like that!” laughed Oz.

I turned over the goods and left, realizing only after I’d gotten to my bike that I was still wearing Isabella’s dog collar.  Oops.  I looked back over my shoulder, debating whether or not to go return it, but I didn’t want to get side-tracked.  I could get it to her through Geena since they knew each other; I had to make my last delivery.

My ass was too tender to sit on my bike so I walked it to my final delivery, which was fortunately not too far from Oz’s place.  Rosie is another artsy client of mine; she works in the theater department.  She’s more organized than Wendy, but still needs to unwind, and I’d delivered weed to her plenty of times at the theater.  I’d never seen her place, though.  She lived in a modest bungalow off campus, with a small, well-kept courtyard next to the garage.  I was impressed; this looked like a nice place.  One with a client who would tip well!  I sure hoped so; the last four deliveries had made a huge dent in my profit margin and I wasn’t sure my brothers would appreciate my Fun Friends discount program if it lost money.

I wrapped my knuckles on Rosie’s door and waited.

She opened up after a minute, wearing a long maxi dress with a green leaf pattern.

“Nice outfit!” I said.

Rosie smiled.  “Thanks!  How’s it going, Harry?  …why are you standing funny?”

“Oh, uh… just made a lot of deliveries today on my bike.  Feeling a little worn out,” I said, swinging my backpack around.  “You’re my last one today, though.”

“Great!  I hear you’re running a special discount?”

Crap.  How had word traveled so fast?  Had Wendy been over?  Had Isabella called?  I had no idea.  But I had to nip this thing in the bud!

“The discount program’s ended,” I said firmly.

Rosie frowned at me.  “Oh, come on, Harry, I’m a good customer and we go way back.  Come on in and hang around with me.  I’ll make it worth it for you.”

After all the ways everyone else had made it worth it for me, I couldn’t imagine Rosie would be able to surprise me much.

“I can’t hang around long.  I want to light up too, you know,” I said.

“You can light up with me.  I’m your last delivery, right?” pointed out Rosie.  She gestured for me to come in.  “Come on, I’ll show you something cool.”

“Okay…” I said, unable to keep the doubt from my voice.  I walked into Rosie’s home, a cozy little space full of colorful paintings and potted plants.  She led me through the bright, tiled kitchen toward a door that led to the garage.  I was confused, at first; was she going to show me a car?

But when she opened the door, there was no car to be found.

The garage was the complete opposite of the kitchen or the front hallway.  The walls were painted black and it was windowless, but there were string lights up to illuminate the space.  Inside was a miniature dungeon!  There was a cage on the floor and a spanking bench in the corner, and hanging from the ceiling from four sturdy chains was a big, black swing.

Rosie swished in and patted the swing, turning to me.  “Ever seen something like this?”

“…in movies.  Not in real life,” I said, tip-toeing it.  “This is… actually pretty neat.”

“Wanna take it for a ride?”

I kind of did.

“Okay,” I said, dropping my backpack to the floor and approaching the swing.  Rosie held up a finger and poked me in the chest, stopping me.

“Ah-ah-ah.  I have a strict rule.  No clothes in the swing.”

“That’s a made-up rule!” I accused her.

Rosie waggled her finger at me and then pointed to the wall.  A small, framed plaque there titled ROSIE’S DUNGEON RULES was posted.  “It’s number seventeen.”

17. No clothes in the cage, on the swing, or against the stocks.

…wow.

“Okay, you got me,” I admitted, sighing as I began to strip yet again. 

Rosie watched me with a smug look, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Looks like you’ve been getting some action today, huh?” she observed as I stepped out of my boxers, revealing my still-red ass.

“Uh, well, the… the Fun Friend discount sorta… got away from me,” I admitted.

“Hop up,” she instructed, patting the swing again.  I scrambled awkwardly into the thick, hanging straps; Rosie reached up and began tying cuffs around my wrists and ankles, securing me.  I felt my heart rate go up. 

“Rosie…?” I asked.

“You can’t come to my door wearing that collar and not expect me to work you over, can you?” asked Rosie.

Oh, crap!  The collar!

“It’s not mine,” I said.

“In here, nothing is yours.  Everything belongs to me,” said Rosie.  “Rule number two.”

I probably should have read the rules before I agreed to this!

She strapped me into the swing so I was hanging facing down, my ass hanging out and my legs spread.  My cock dangled downward and I felt Rosie reach out and bat gently at it.  It stirred weakly at the attention.

“So, how much is the discount?”

“Twenty?” I said, but even to my own ears I sounded uncertain.

“Twenty?  I think you can do better than twenty, Harry.”  I heard a small crack and my asshole puckered, my muscles tightening.  It was a whip crack!  Was Rosie going to finish what Isabella had started?!

“Thirty-five!” I said quickly.

“Higher.  Everything should be high on 4/20, shouldn’t it?”  I felt the tail of the whip slither down my back and I shivered.

“Fifty?”

“Halfway there.”  With a sudden and unexpected jolt, Rosie brought the whip down across my ass, and my body jerked, setting the swing into a gentle sway.  Isabella’s paddle had carried a thick, heavy thud; Rosie’s whip was sharp and electric, the strokes of it precise.  I felt her lash my ass cheeks with even bites, leaving streaks of pain in my skin that woke up some primal part of me and got me rock-hard as if I hadn’t already cum twice already!  I realized I was moaning every time she brought down the whip.  The swing swayed back and forth, to and fro, delivering my ass back to her for another strike from the whip and then carrying me away when it impacted.  It was amazing.

“Okay, okay, okay, I– I can give you the full discount!” I gasped as the swing came toward her again and she pressed the handle of the whip against my sensitive hole.

“Now that’s what I like to hear.  Is my order in your bag?”

“Yeah.”

I heard her soft footsteps retreat; I tried to look around me but I couldn’t turn in the swing.  I dangled helplessly above the ground, the cool air refreshing on my sore behind.

“Oo, what’s this?  A freebie?”

My celebration joint!

“That’s mine!” I exclaimed, squirming.

“Rule number two, Harry.  Everything is mine in here.”  I heard a lighter clicking. 

Oh no!  My joint!  My joint!

I squirmed uselessly.  Rosie stepped around, smiling, her leaf-patterned dress swishing.  She was holding my joint in her hand, a trail of smoke rising from it.  She held it out to me.  A peace offering.

I stretched out my neck and wrapped my lips around the end, inhaling and holding the burning smoke in my lungs before I let it out in a puff.

“Sharing is caring.  It’s 4:20; you deserve to celebrate.  I bet today’s been pretty lucrative, huh?” she said, taking the joint back and taking a drag for herself.

I thought back to my last several deliveries.  Lucrative?  Not exactly!

“It’s 4:20 already?” I asked, coughing a little as the heavy relaxation of my high settled into my body.  The buzz was nice, but to be honest I had already been feeling pretty relaxed thanks to all of my fun friends “earning” their discounts.

“Sure is.  And look at you, Harry.  You’re high as a kite,” said Rosie, giving the swing a little push.  I floated above the floor of her garage in a cloud of dank perfume, and felt myself drifting happily. 

Maybe the discount program wasn’t a commercial success but I was still happy with the outcome.  I didn’t think I’d be telling my brothers about it, though… they’d never believe me!