3 days ago. Sat 17 Aug 2019 10:59:46 PM IDT
On the nights He took her out to show her off at His club, He would have her wear a sheer and gauzy see-through black blouse and skirt with her six-inch high-heeled red fuck-me shoes and nothing else. Hair pulled back into casual bun, no make-up except lightly mascaraed eyes to enhance their look of guilty pleasure. He liked her fresh-faced so that her bright red-stained cheeks from her embarrassment could be seen by all. With nowhere for her to hide, He knew her feelings of exposure to other men’s eyes was both humiliating and thrilling. If one chose to look closely enough, a man could see that one set of red cheeks matched the others on her ass, but, that second colouration was courtesy of His hand and His whip. Her nipples, large and naturally rosy red as well, would be perpetually hard throughout the night, puckered and pointing, announcing to the world her state of high arousal as would the glistening stain of wetness between her legs that would appear and increase over time. Her body screaming out in the ancient and primitive language to all males to ‘Come fuck me.’
As her bare pussy moistened and wept, the wetness made the sheer skirt even more transparent in both front and back while at the same time more and more clingy, sticking to her and outlining her lower lips and the slit between them and clinging to her ass behind her. She would desperately try harder and harder as the night wore on to keep her thighs tight together in a vain effort to prevent further exposure from ravenous eyes. She was not allowed to cross her legs, only to hold them together side by side.But, this too, proved an unholy pleasure as her clenched thighs squeezed her swollen clitoris, exciting her further. After holding her thighs together for a while, her muscles would tire and then naturally fall apart to relax. However, if she parted her legs even a little, her engorged clit would peek through her lips and the gush of cream that would spill forth felt obscene running down the insides of her legs. The shame at her exposed arousal being shown to so many eyes would slam into her stomach and heat her whole upper body, from her breasts to the top of her head. Thus, she would once again pull her legs together, fighting the muscle pain and fatigue in a continuous loop of pain, pleasure and the acute embarrassment that followed.
It was exquisite.
Of course, He knew her struggles more intimately than any of the others watching her. None of the others had ever fucked her, or had even touched her. He knew first hand how copious her juices flowed and that nothing could be done to stem the tidal wave of her voracious appetite. He didn’t even touch her himself here, at His club, other than a light hand on her back to guide her to the richly coloured purple velvet chaise lounge sitting in the middle of the well-lit room. He stood at the foot of the lounge.
She lay down on her back, spread along the length of the sofa, her head upon a soft feather pillow. Her chest lightly heaving, causing her large breasts to sway up and down, those erect nipples now pointing to the ceiling, calling to the eyes upon her. Her legs still tightly closed, arms at her sides, she waited for His command.
She drew a long breath and tried to steady herself. One of the waiters working the club stepped forward and presented Him with a large pair of scissors on a tray. He took them and carefully cut through her skirt and blouse so that they fell apart on either side of her, fully exposing her to the crowd of men that now surrounded the lounge in a tight circle. Some twenty or more pairs of male eyes devoured her body but, did not touch. It was for her to perform. Again, she waited for His command, to see which He would choose first. It was different each time.
She lifted her trembling right hand, and brought it over to her pussy. Her stomach clenched and she gasped for air as she tried to stay focused on Him, on pleasing Him but, all those eyes…all those eyes held her down, all those eyes made her hand, her fingers, touch, stroke, and caress her clitoris. All those eyes made her draw her knees up spread eagle on the lounge, showing them everything: her swollen pussy, her swollen clitoris; engorged, distended, so red and so, so wet; the holes they would have no access to; the scent of her musk now filling the air surrounding them. The wet sounds of her fingers working her clit, rubbing it and pinching it, were quickly joined by the sounds of zippers being pulled down, hardened cocks being pulled out and heavy breathing as the men took their pleasure of her the only way they were allowed. A few tried to reach out and touch what they could not fuck but, they were quickly grabbed and pulled away, forced to finish themselves in another area of the club, away from her.
A couple of waiters circled around handing out oils and lubricants for the men. She needed no such accompaniment. Her cream flowed abundantly, almost too lavishly, revealing her profound pleasure in her performance before them. Her breathing accelerated to panting, her hips were undulating beneath her without her being aware and her moans of pleasure grew in intensity and volume.
He knew just when she approached the edge. He yanked back on her collar. Hard.
She cried out at being denied her release but, obeyed Him nevertheless. She was bound to obey Him in all things but, her inner Sub loved to obey Him most with her sex. With His every command, whether it be to please her, to deny her, to punish her or to reward her, the very core of her responded with a desire so natural, so intense that to disobey Him would cause her deep pain, and not the good kind.
She removed her hands from her pussy and brought them up to her nipples, coating them with the cream from her cunt. She pinched and played with them until they stung and throbbed with pain and pleasure. Her breasts swelled and engorged with blood until, like her cunt, she approached the edge of her release once more, so close to her ecstatic relief she started leaking tears from her eyes.
When He saw her tears, her most beautiful self presented to Him, He could not hold back His own pleasure in hers. His cock swelled to new lengths within His pants though He did not take it out for her to service. No, that would be for later, privately, just between them; not for show. This show was for her alone, though, their pleasures were so bound in one another, neither experienced them alone anymore.
Once again, He yanked on her collar He held tightly within His grip, never giving in to her pleas for mercy. He loved to hear them too much. He loved her too much. Too much to deny her the most indescribable pleasure she could fathom.
Her breasts heaving, every part of her body on fire with need, she pulled her hands away from her nipples not through her force of will but, through His. She brought her hands up above her head, offering herself wholly and completely to His will.
And to those eyes.
The men gathered around her with their swollen and distended dicks, oils and lubricants glistening them, slicking them with the artificial moisture that they’d rather she provide with her cunt. Their hands a poor substitute for her tight vaginal walls and even tighter ass. Still, they worked their cocks just the same, driven by the scent of her musk and by the sight of her red swollen cunt, the tips of their cocks weeping their pre-cum emissions in anticipation of their final expulsions.
Her entire body shuddered when she heard His command. He didn’t make that order often. She knew what waited for her. It filled her with an incredible excitement and shame. A waiter stepped forward again, offering an array of vibrators that were laying on his tray. He chose the smallest and the largest ones.
She reached around her legs to pull the cheeks of her behind apart for His administration. Putting aside the largest for a moment, he took hold of the small vibrating dildo and leaning forward, dipped it into her sopping wet pussy a couple of times, coating it with her cream and then gently but, insistently pushed it into the hole of her ass. The end still protruding enough for Him to control, He turned the dildo on to its lowest setting. The resulting hum of vibration shot through her anal walls and ignited her complete lower half. Her legs began shaking with the effort to maintain control. She clenched her hands, her eyes, everything she could to hold back the tidal wave of sensation building so forcefully, so relentlessly within her. Most importantly, she wanted only to obey His command. If she failed Him in this she would be lost.
He viewed her predicament with delight in her discipline, in her obedience to Him. She was so beautiful as she strived to control her response, to contain her pleasure and only to give it to Him upon His command. He also observed that the males around her were nearing their peaks as well. All in all, it was a magnificent performance.
One after the other, the men were gripping their cocks for their final strokes as they grunted and groaned, shooting out their cum, hot and sticky, all over her body, coating her face, her breasts, her stomach, her legs, even her feet.
He grabbed the other vibrator He had previously chosen with one hand and leaned forward again. This time He turned it on before placing it on her body against her clitoris. She cried out like an animal in pain. Arching her back completely off the lounge, her body wrought with sensation after sensation, tears streaming from her eyes, she begged Him from the very depths of her soul.
He granted her His consent.
She screamed and screamed until she was hoarse as the multitudes of contractions wracked her body, the blood pounding through her pelvis and the ejaculations spurting from her urethra. Her pleasure so intense she left her body for a few moments floating around on a sea of tranquility while her body pulsed out the last of its carnal desire.