Labia Tales: The Third Book

By Bare Pet

Petra is without a job so she takes the opportunity to temp at a private clinic where she prevents a crime while also saves the perp to get out from the situation which forced her to steal from the clinic. To accomplish her mission helping the girl to untangle from the grasp of petty criminals Petra doesn't even mind to commit crimes if it is for the right reasons.
She gets into the panties of her boss's wife, spies on their daughter and warms up her strange relationship with Elza her car mechanic girlfriend. Their relationship eventually makes Elza to reveal her closely guarded secret which changes everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bare Pet
• Release date: Nov 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005173814

Bare Pet

Welcome!I'm Petra the author of the Labia Tales series.Some years ago my friends convinced me to write a story about my sexual adventures in English which is based on my diary entries (real life events). Because I am not native English I depend on willing proof-readers to correct my work. Let me express my gratitude to them. I'm also grateful to all who took the time to give feedback on my writings.I should put down in the prologue that "the names have been changed to protect the innocent... and guilty", but I guess it is obvious regarding the nature of my stories. Enjoy the story and let me have your feedback via e-mail (bare.pet at g mail dot com) or in an open review!Petra

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Labia Tales

The Third Book

by Bare Pet

Published by Bare Pet at Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Bare Pet

Preamble

Dear Reader,

If you enjoy this novel and would like to read my previous stories you can use the coupon code provided at the end of the novel to get each prequel book.

Private and public reviews are always welcome!

Petra

Summer gig

Due to recent events I decided to keep my orientation to myself and limit my sexual activities to the girl that I was in love with. Well, that girl is actually me! I have to admit that I am a self-loving narcissist. It seems that if you are not being loved in your entire life then you can overcompensate by loving yourself too much. It is not on a pathological level but I should say serious enough.

After the exams I wanted to reward myself with something. I bought a small padlock with the right gauge of its shackle for my piercings. I didn't want to wear it permanently but I was more than happy when I found one that had a stainless steel shackle of good quality. The idea was planted into my mind by Lexy's rings and to lock my lips for the day aroused me. I used the juices of my salivating snatch to glide the shackle of the padlock through my pierced lips. It weighed about 50 grams which is not much. I wore heavier weights in those piercings many times before, however even it`s weight stretched my labia nicely and they dangled prettily as I moved around.

I adored my naked self in the mirror of the bedroom. The girl who looked back made me horny. Not that I wouldn't be constantly aroused... The stretched dangling lips, erect nipples, proud breasts and lean figure combined with the smoothly shaved, white triangle was a welcome sight. I squinted at my image in the mirror and with a leap to my drawer I took out long chains that I had at home among the many things that I used for my sexual plays. It was a pair of long steel curb chains of 4.5 mm thickness.

I hooked them around each side of the shackle of the padlock and secured them in place. I tugged on the chains feeling as my lips suffered with each yank causing a considerable amount of painful joy. I played with this setup for a while until I satisfied the increasing sexual desire. I stood up to study my stretched pink skin under the weight of the padlock and the chains that were hanging to the floor and were in a neat heap between my legs. I pulled the chains backwards amid my thighs, I wrapped them symmetrically around my bottom up to the sides and led it to the front crossing my tummy right at my belly button. Leading it across my body to the other side to go to my backside and cross it on my back. I returned to the front right under my breasts and led it under them crossing the chain between my titties and reaching up and around my shoulders. I crossed it between my shoulderblades and returned back again from the direction of my armpits surrounding my tits from under. I paused to check in the mirror how it looked. I found it adequate for my needs so I went to secure it with the help of two CBRs right above where they crossed each other between my breasts. I made sure that it was symmetrical all around my waist and torso. I adored the result in the mirror. This not only gave a sexy ancient slave girl appearance but also provided a slight lift to my breasts and pulled on my lips nicely. It caused a slight discomfort at my shoulders but that was negligible as none of the force was too great and it didn't cause any major discomfort even for constant wear. I put on my dress and checked the shining chain as it came round on my torso and shoulders. It looked very hot and mysterious as well. I let out a sigh as I studied the perfection of the image in the mirror. I couldn't help but I had to touch myself again.

Because my padlock locked lips were pulled backwards they covered my entrance and also prevented direct access to my ever hungry clit. Not like this could hinder me to please myself. I kept rubbing my stretched labia against my oozing beaver until the welcome sensation of a mild climax flooded my brain.

I was always self-obsessed and it didn't bother me but now as I watched myself in the mirror masturbating I wanted so desperately to have sex with my image that it scared me. I kept my gaze fixed with those deep blue eyes that I loved so much until my breathing slowed down to normal and my body relaxed. My glance shifted to the grotesquely stretched labia that pulled the skin tight even at the front of my hairless pubic area. The taut skin and basically everything between my legs were covered with the slippery substance that my twat produced. I frowned when the thought about pissing crossed my mind. I shrugged and walked to the bathroom and pissed while I took a shower. It was a good idea since the direct path of urine was blocked by my majestic lips and it sprayed all over along the sides of my tortured labia.

Of course the easy solution for this would be to unlock the padlock but I didn't want that… Rather I put the keys of the padlock into an envelope and wrote a fake UK address onto it and sent it reserved. I had no clue how long it would take for the post to return the mail to me after they failed to find the address. If it won't come back I will have to find other means to remove the padlock.

When I got on a bike or when I was riding a horse the discomfort that the padlock caused as it was crushed and rubbed against the saddles and my tender parts made me sore. After some adjustment of my chains I managed to change the location of the padlock. It was pulled back less and with the extra slackness it was right at my entrance. I could nicely push it inside which was a good exercise for my vaginal and pelvic muscles to keep it in. The chains chafed my skin at the shoulders after a few days so I wrapped it into a foamy tape that was a leftover from repairing the handle of my tennis racket.

I had some success at the car races. I managed to finish in first position once. This particular race was at the former Russian military airport next to our town. I had the chance to watch almost everybody else before my turn so I already knew what went wrong for them. After the announcement of the results a photographer asked me if I would like to do some photoshooting. I really thought that he offered this because I won that day and I honestly didn't think for any other reason… We girls can be so amazingly stupid and naive! Nevertheless I agreed to meet him the next day.

While Toothpick kept bragging to everybody about my success I noticed the familiar truck of Elza next to a car. For a while I tried to ignore it but eventually my curiosity made me walk there to realise disappointedly that under the bonnet I saw the form of an elderly guy not the angelic beauty of sister Elza. I didn't want to talk to her, I just wanted to have a covert glance at her amazing body. Before I managed to disappear the large man straightened up and looked at me directly, despite me being way too far away to notice my presence. He waved to me and I moved obediently closer.

You must be Petra! He boomed out. Elza told me about you!

Elza?! I echoed in surprise.

Yes! Yes! He nodded emphatically as he took out a mobile from his pocket. Give me your number! She inculcated that if I see you I get your number. So?

I wasn't sure what to answer because I didn't care about her apology or explanation. She hurt me with her reaction and I was not ready to go on and face her again especially to receive another blast into my weakened mental shield. I looked into the honest face of the elderly mechanic and it wasn't in me to disappoint him.

Oh I don't have my phone with me. Unfortunately I don't know my own number by heart. I chuckled unnaturally. I have your business card… I will give you a ring.

The large hands fiddled unsecurely on the phone that looked like a toy in his strong hands. He looked into my eyes and I had a feeling that he knew exactly that I just wanted to avoid her. He shrugged and put away the phone eventually. He reached out with a large hand and introduced himself.

That was really some driving! He complimented me, then he moved back to the car's engine, muttering something. Elza talks a lot about you… He upended again as he continued. She… She doesn't make friends easily. I really shouldn't poke my nose into her life… But you know... She is very lonely.

I nodded understandingly but internally I was angry that I just didn't say out loud what I thought. I waved to Elza's boss and walked back to the noisy crowd to celebrate.

On the next day I dressed up in my freshly pressed coverall and I also brought my helmet plus my small trophy with me to the photoshooting. It was a studio where the gear of the photographer was already set up. I was a bit nervous and his broad smiling face didn't help me to relax. The only good thing was his assistant. She was a pleasant looking girl with thick glasses. He wanted me to put on some makeup that I flatly refused at first, but eventually the assistant girl convinced me and I let her use kohl on my lashes.

After a few pictures and various postures he proposed that I should lower the zipper on my coverall that I did. He stepped to me a few times to adjust my posture or showed me how to look or stand. He also offered me some drinks to loosen up a bit. I didn't realize his intentions even when he asked me to take off the T-shirt that was under my coverall. There was a chair behind a curtain so I moved there to make the required changes. The assistant girl followed me to help, not that I needed any help with a T-shirt. She made big eyes when she saw the layout of the chains on my upper body. My back was towards her so she could only see them on my back. The photographer said that I should pull down the zipper all the way. To be honest by that time I loosened up a bit and I felt home in the situation mostly because of the girl. Still I cannot really tell why I didn't leave when he said to fully pull down my zipper. The girl stepped to me and pulled down the zipper and slightly pulled the coverall to the side from my shoulder revealing the zigzagging chains.

I bet you have seen pictures in garages that men like to put on their walls. Explained the photographer. Now that you are making a name for yourself as a race driver, some provocative picture could really bring home some pretty penny!

What? I froze in the posture with my helmet in front of me. You want me to do nude?!

The camera likes you! He assured me in a demure manner.

I tell you what! I snapped