by Simone Leigh
He reaches under me, hauling my hips upwards. Shoulders down, ass up, I am displayed and presented. Panting now, in the half-light of this ‘dungeon’, a hundred pairs of eyes on me, my world feels surreal, dreamlike.
Am I trancing again?
The crop slides down my spine, slowly, sensually, sending a shiver that runs through me and raising goose bumps along my arms and thighs.
“You can keep the shoes on, Charlotte, but you don’t need these.”
Kris tugs at my panties, pulling them down to my ankles with the tip of the crop. “Step out of them.”
I obey, struggling a little, to get them past the spiked heels of my shoes.
Shoes kick inside my ankles, not too gently. “Spread ‘em. Just because you’re not cuffed there, doesn’t mean that everyone doesn’t get a good view.” He pushes my ankles wider apart. Then, the crop strokes down the back of my knees, my calves, and back up, inside my thighs, tracing the lines of my sex.
“You might like to know Charlotte, what some of the limits are that your Masters put on me for tonight. Would you like to know?”
I have not been given permission to speak, so I nod.
“They tell me you are going on a beach holiday, so you will be swimming, wearing bikinis and so on. So, they have told me, that I cannot leave marks on you that will last more than a day or so.”
The crop-tip probes between my legs, over my clit. “That gives me quite a lot of leeway you know. Some places just don’t show marks….” And the leather tongue glides over my pussy lips.
“If it was purely up to me, I’d have you covered in stripes for your holiday, just to show you what it means to behave yourself, but I can’t do that….” The tip pushes in, probing into my pussy. “However, there are other options….”
“How many cocks d’you think you can suck in a night, Charlotte? Shall we find out? There’s any number of volunteers out there. I’m going to get you good and wet first. That won’t take long. You’re dripping already.”
He dips fingers into my pussy, pulls them out, glistening with my juices. He holds them up, displaying to the crowd, then sucks them clean.
“And do you know what, Charlotte? I’m somewhat of an expert with floggers, whips and the like. I’ve had a lot of practice. I know just how hard I can come down on you, and how much of a mark it will leave.” And with that, the crop comes down hard on my presented butt, sending white heat slashing across me.
I scream, reflexively struggling against the pain, trying to escape it, but at the same moment, my pussy convulses, gushing.
Karl kneels behind me, sucking at me. Peeling my pussy lips apart, he runs his tongue through me, pushing inside and licking me out.
“Wonderful.” he says. “Just as I thought. You love it.” Then he bends closer to me, speaking more quietly, although loudly enough for my Masters to hear. “Tell me, Charlotte. What are your safety words? You may speak.”
“Yellow, Sir. And Red.”
“Good girl. You’re learning. Now, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to suck cock, while I fuck you from behind. Your Masters too. Every cock you suck, if I don’t think you’re trying hard enough, you’re going to get another kiss from my friend here.” And he taps my stinging ass with the crop, to make his meaning clear.
“And for the avoidance of doubt, I expect to see you swallow. Are we clear? You may speak.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, let’s get you warmed up.” And his hand slaps across my butt cheeks, stinging hard. Blood singing in my ears, I yell and writhe, resisting the pain, but again, my pussy clutches and spasms.
And again, as his hand comes down a second time.
“Your Masters are correct, Charlotte. You do colour up beautifully.”
For a third time, he spanks my ass, with force enough to make me yell, then I hear the rasp of a zipper, a moment’s pause, and there is a cock being pushed inside my slick passage.
“I’m just taking it easy for now, Charlotte. Don’t want to finish myself off too soon. I prefer to see you getting the face-fucking you deserve first.”
He thrusts a few times, with the feel of a man warming himself over. “Gentlemen, if you would. Who’s first?”
My Master positions himself in front of me, unzipping, pulling out his cock. As he presents me his shaft, quiveringly hard, looking down he says, “Intense enough for you?”
“Yes, Master. Definitely.”
“Remember. ‘Yellow’ and ‘Red’.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Don’t forget that.” He strokes my hair and cheek, then, holding my head steady with both hands, pushes inside my mouth. From my awkward position, I suck and lick, running my tongue over the rim of his cock-head the way he likes.
His cock is rock hard. He is certainly enjoying this, and a trail of pre-cum trickles over my lips.
“James….” says Kris. “…. Would you like to come back here? Allow some of our guests to enjoy the use of your sub?”
My Master, with a caress of my face, pulls out and after a brief moment, I feel one cock withdraw from my pussy, to be replaced by another. Holding me by the hips, my Master pumps me from behind.
Michael remains to the front of me, watching my face carefully. The last time we were here, I spaced out, and did not say my safety words. Perhaps he is watching me for that again.
Of course he is.
A stranger is stripping off in front of me. Not bad looking, he has a headful of dark curly hair, matching that on his chest. Hazy blue eyes look down at me through thick black lashes. “Hello Charlotte.” he says. “I loved what you did back there. Steve always was a rude bastard. You are enjoying yourself now, are you?”
Dreamily I nod, and he smiles as his cock pushes at my lips. “This won’t take you long.” he says. “I’ve always loved redheads, and you really turned me on.”
His cock pokes over my lips, long and a bit thin, but already oozing. I suck at it, twining my tongue around the head, and as he has said, after only a few seconds, he grunts and jerks. His fingers wrapped into my hair, he pins my head as he shoots his load. I savour his hot cream as I swallow, before he bends and kisses my forehead. “Thank you, Charlotte. I do hope we meet again. I’d like to spend more time with you, if your Masters will allow.”
Behind me, my Master is breathing heavily, hips beginning to judder against mine. His stroke slows, but strengthens. Each thrust is individual, withdrawing completely from me, then ramming back in. With a grunt, he presses in hard, grinding against me, before dropping down to lie, his chest against my spine and shoulders for a moment, his face pressing against mine.
“Are you alright, Charlotte?”
“Yes, Master, I’m fine.”
“Remember, ‘Yellow’ and’ Red’.”
“Yes, Master.”
As he withdraws from me, he and Michael change places, my Master placing himself to watch me, Michael positioning himself to penetrate me. With one finger, he traces the smarting line of the crop. As his cock slides inside, he massages my hips and lower back, rubbing at tender muscles.
Meanwhile, another cock is pressing at my lips. “Open up, Charlotte.” says the owner. “You don’t need to do the work; just wrap your lips around me.” I obey, rolling up my eyes to see my visitor. Blond and brown eyed, he chews at his bottom lip, while stroking himself into my mouth. “Suck me now, Charlotte. Suck me hard.”
I do. Working him with my mouth and tongue and lips, I struggle. No trickle this; he flows constantly; a bitter-sweet stream of pre-cum, that blankets the inside of my mouth, leaving me constantly struggling to swallow, as he jams himself deep into me. Not quite deep enough to make me gag, but I think it is only the watchful presence of my Master and Michael that stops this jerk going for a full deep-throat.
After a minute or two, he groans and spurts. I gurgle and splutter as I take his cum, but am glad when he pulls out and goes.
Another cock is rubbing at my face. Pressed so hard against me th
at I cannot look up to see its owner, it is only semi-erect. I try to take it, but in its semi-limp state, I cannot gain a hold. Its owner takes it in his hand, pushing it against me.
“I want you to really milk me, Charlotte.” says a voice above me. “I want every drop to go down that lovely throat of yours. And then I want you to lick me clean afterwards.”
Easier said than done.
The cock in my mouth never really becomes hard; doesn’t begin to flow. I am bound at the wrists. My mouth is all I have to work with, and is at a difficult angle. What am I supposed to do?
The cock works a warm and flaccid trail over my lips and face, but never can I really take it with lips or mouth or tongue.
After some minutes of this, a voice says - from who knows where in the crowd. “C’mon, Kev. If you can’t get it up, make space for someone who can.”
Another voice. “If she doesn’t get it up for you Kev, nothing’s gonna….”
The cock retreats, to be immediately replaced by another; very different, long, thick and hard. As it prods at my mouth, there is a familiar voice. I can almost hear the smile in it.
“Hello, Charlotte. I heard a rumour you would be here tonight. I wasn’t going to miss this chance.”
Without looking, I know it is Borje. We met before at one of my Master’s ‘parties’. In fact, he was one of my ‘Valentines’. A strikingly handsome man, he is some variety of Scandinavian, with silver blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a deep tan. “Hi, Borje. Didn’t know you were here. Nice to see you again.”
“Oh, Charlotte,” he says. “I went out of my way to be here tonight when I heard you were coming. I’d love you to suck me off again, but can I fuck your pussy too?”
“Ummm….” I flap my manacled wrists in a ‘What’s that to do with me?’ kinda way. “You’d better ask my Master…”
Kris’ voice replies. “Quite right, Charlotte. It is not for you to decide. However, it was not for you to speak either, so you must be punished for that.” A hand slaps over my already sore buttocks, making me wince. Then again in the same place.
“Borje, is it?” says Kris. “Obviously, you already know Charlotte. I think that you should administer her discipline.”
“Um.… I don’t really….” Borje seems very unsure of this.
Kris presses the crop into his hand. “Borje, Charlotte has misbehaved. She was instructed not to speak. You will discipline her.”
“I’ve never used one of these things. I do like a nice pink ass though.” And he swipes his hand across my cheeks, then rubs into my pussy with what feels like his thumbs. “I know you can colour up better than that, Charlotte.” And he smacks again, with more force, on the same spot. I yelp and wriggle, but my pussy is running hot, and it wants more, even if I am beginning to think that I have had enough.
Kris speaks. “Borje, use the crop.”
“I’ve never used one of these things. I don’t want to really hurt her.”
“So, you can learn.” Kris is determined.
Borje swipes at me with the crop, gently. It almost tickles past my ass, slipping over sweat-moistened skin and sending a frisson up my spine.
“No. Harder.”
The crop comes down again on me. This time, it stings, and my pussy pulses.
“Daniel. Charlotte must be disciplined….”
Thwack!
The crop comes down for a third time in Borje’s semi-willing hand, and this time, it has his strength behind it. Harder than anything inflicted on me before, this time I really scream….
“Yellow! Yellow!”
“Again….” says Kris. “But there….”
They are behind me, but I know where he is pointing….
And, were it not for being bound to the padded block, I would collapse as Borje whips me, full throttle, over pussy and clit.
I shriek, “Red! Red!” But even as I cry out, both my Master and Michael are there.
My Master simply unbuckles the cuffs from my wrists, scoops me up, and carries me onto the bed, writhing in his arms, as my pulverised clit screeches out its protest.
Borje stands, holding the crop, looking upset.
Perversely, my pussy is flooding and clenching. My Master head-points Borje at me. “Well, finish the job you started. She’ll pop in about half a minute when she’s in that state.”
Relief washes over Borje’s face, but he drops down onto the bed next to me. “Charlotte, I’m sorry….”
“I am gasping. “Don’t be sorry. Just finish me off Borje. I need to come….”
Oh fuck, but I need it….
My pussy is in convulsions, and as Borje penetrates me, it clutches at him, drawing him in, deep. His hard cock stretches me wide, opening me and forcing my inner muscles to give.
He moves within me, thrusting gently at first.
“Harder.” I gasp.
He finally gets it, and grabbing my wrists, pinning them over my head, slams into me.
Oh God! The relief….
Almost immediately, my orgasm spirals up, my tension mounting, hips juddering. The coming climax threatens violence as it rises, and I press my face into his shoulder as this beautiful, silver man fucks me hard.
It shatters through me, my cunt clutching and squeezing at Borje, as my stomach and thigh muscles convulse. My face buried against his body, my screaming becomes a wailing ululation as pleasure/pain/orgasm rack my body. Vaguely, I realise that Borje is also coming, and I spare him half a thought to hope that his climax is as good as mine.
As it passes, my hammering heartbeat slowing to something approaching normal, I open my eyes to find Borje looking down at me, his expression disbelieving. Behind him, looking down, I see Michael and my Master, with Kris, and the eyes of the crowd, looking on.
“You really do get off on this stuff you?” he says, shaking his head. “Didn’t that hurt? When I did that to you?”
“Borje, I thought I was going to die. But sorry, you’re right. I do get off on it. That was fabulous. Thank you.” And I reach up to kiss him. “I hope I didn’t frighten you?”
Behind him, My Master and Michael crease up into laughter, while Borje splutters, “Frighten me? I thought for a minute that I was going to be done for assault, and…. look at you….”
He shakes his head, climbing off me. “Fuck, Charlotte! I’ll bang you any time you like, but I won’t be doing that again.”
My Master passes me my dress and panties. “Get dressed, Charlotte. Time to go, I think.”
“What about you and Michael? You haven’t…”
“We have weeks ahead of us to play games with you. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night, don’t you?”
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“So, are you packed, Charlotte? I’m aiming for an early start tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master. Everything’s ready. I’ll just have to drop in my toothbrush at the last minute.”
Michael is humming to himself, packing shorts and neatly folded tee-shirts into a case. “Oh, you might want this.” he says, holding something out to me. “I thought you’d be a bit sore.”
I accept the softly padded cushion from him, kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you. I can always trust you to think of everything.”
He beams, then returns to his packing.
“That’s it then? Summer, here we come.”
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