Tears of sympathy sprang to Sarah’s eyes, threatening to spill over until she lifted her gaze to his face. The man was smiling. Smiling! Not sure what to do or say, she allowed him to hug her and kiss both her cheeks. “This slave welcomes you to Club Ravish,” he said warmly before sinking to his knees and prostrating himself on the floor in front of Sarah. ‘His Master calls him Boy. Master says Boy has not yet earned the honor of a name.
“Boy!”
The young man rose and obediently returned to kneel beside his Master, a middle-aged black man with the muscle definition of a body builder. He was almost as naked as his slave, wearing only a leather harness and a black, leather cock pouch that showcased his narrow waist, his bulging thighs, and his impressive erection. The harness consisted of four leather straps in the shape of an X attached to a metal ring in the center of his chest. Two straps wrapped over his shoulders, the other two around his torso to buckle behind his back.
The remaining subs gave her equally warm greetings. After the last one returned to her Mistress, a buzz went through the room as Master Michel’s wife, Mistress Sidonie Lavallier, strode forward. She looked exactly the same as she’d looked the last time Sarah had seen her, the day she and Adam had gone shopping in the woman’s bondage store. The same red lipstick and freakishly long red nails. The same sleek, black hair pulled back so tightly it slanted the corners of her emerald-green eyes, giving her a cat-like expression. The same sharp features, penciled-on eyebrows, smooth skin, and severe expression.
Wow.
This was the woman who had bent her over and inspected her ass—her ass!—in front of an entire store full of customers! Of course, it was a BDSM store. And, as for the customers, ass inspections were probably an everyday occurrence. But still. This woman had wanted to “borrow” her—to teach her some manners, she’d said, and God knew what else.
Sarah’s heart was pounding like a jackhammer as Mistress Sidonie approached. To her utter astonishment, the woman was actually smiling! She curved her hands around Sarah’s shoulders and pulled her forward, murmuring, “Bienvenu, Cherie. C’est beau vous voir encore,” before air-kissing her on both cheeks.
Sarah gulped and responded, “Merci, Madame la Maitresse. C’est beau vous voir aussi.”
Mistress Sidonie patted her cheek and stepped aside to let her husband take over. He held up his hands for quiet. “Merci, mes amis. Remember our mantra, Safe, Sane and Consensual. Dungeon Monitors will be on hand to ensure everyone’s cooperation and safety. Enjoy the hospitality of Club Ravish. And, for heaven’s sake, have fun!”
As the crowd began to disperse, Adam leaned toward Sarah and said, “You must now ask permission to speak, Sunny.” Together, he and Jesse led her to an area with plenty of comfy couches and chairs for seating. Large potted palms and partitions gave the area a feeling of privacy. Several other Doms and Dommes were there with their subs, all of whom smiled at Sarah. Except for one woman, a redhead covered with freckles all over her naked body.
She was on her knees between her Master’s legs and couldn’t greet anybody, because her face was buried in the man’s crotch. She was busy sucking him off, her head bobbing up and down vigorously as she worked him over. Her Master sat with his eyes half-closed, massaging the top of her head with his fingertips. Until all of a sudden, he sucked in his breath. His body went rigid. And, with a sharp cry, he came, his cock jerking as he spilled his hot seed down her throat.
Ignoring them, Adam and Jesse took their seats side-by-side on a love seat and Sarah sank gracefully to her knees between them, spreading her legs, lowering her head, and placing her hands palms up on her thighs. God, she needed to come! Her body buzzed like she’d swallowed a swarm of locusts.
Jesse put a hand on her shoulder and leaned over her. “Perfect,” he murmured proudly in her ear, “you have pleased us enormously, baby. We love you so much.”
His words were a soothing balm, settling into her soul like warm cream, filling her with a blissful, soaring joy. God, I love you, too, Masters.
A young woman approached, wearing a pink lace bra with holes cut out for her nipples to poke through, a pink G-string, and six-inch platform stilettos. Instead of a collar, she wore a pink satin ribbon around her neck. She was carrying a tray with three bottles of water on it. “Compliments of Master Michel,” she said with a smirk, setting two of the bottles down on the end table beside Jesse, and the third on the table beside Adam.
As the girl flounced away, Jesse opened one of the bottles and placed it on the floor beside Sarah. He chuckled at the expression on her face. “They don’t serve alcohol here, sugar. It doesn’t mix well with BDSM. Doms need to be in complete control of the situation at all times to avoid injurin’ their subs.”
Her look changed to one of alarm, but he just shrugged. “It happens, baby. But it’ll never happen with you. We will never hurt you. You have my solemn vow on that.” He indicated the bottle beside her. “Drink it all, sugar. You’ll need the hydration.”
Holy Moley!
As Jesse and Adam talked with the other Dominants, Sarah risked glances at the other subs from beneath her eyelashes. The girl who’d given the blow job was now sitting between her Master’s legs, leaning against him, being cuddled. His now-flaccid cock was still in her mouth, but she was no longer sucking it. Instead, she was just…sort of…holding it in her mouth. Holding it like…Sarah shook her head slightly. She didn’t know what it was like. She just knew it turned her on like nobody’s business!
She couldn’t wait for Adam or Jesse to order her to do the same thing to one of them! God, it would feel awesome! Just sitting there, holding a limp cock in my mouth, and letting it soak in my saliva. God, I’m so horny! I could almost come just by rubbing my slit against the carpet. All I have to do is…
“You wouldn’t be tryin’ to sneak an orgasm by any chance, would you, Sunny?” Jesse’s voice stopped her cold. “That’s five, which will be delivered in front of everyone here who wants to watch.”
Crap! She bit her lip. “I–I’m sorry, Master. It’s just that I–I…I’m just so horny!”
Adam chuckled. “Just wait. You’re going to be a lot hornier before we allow you to come. But we think, when you finally get there, you’ll feel it’s worth the wait. And that’s another five for speaking without first asking permission.”
Crap! Crap! Crap!
Jesse stood, tugging her up by the leash. “C’mon, Sunny. Let’s see what’s goin’ on in some of the public play areas.”
Oh-h-h-kay.
They walked around the end of the cubicle and found themselves in another “room.” The front area, where people had gathered to watch, was carpeted. The back area had an almost derelict, industrial look. The floor was stained concrete, the back wall unfinished cinder block with chain-link fencing bolted to it. Chains and hooks hung from the ceiling. In the center of the floor was a wide wooden semi-circle that resembled half of a very large barrel. The body of a female sub lay arched backward along the curve, arms stretched over her head and down to the floor, where each wrist, enclosed in an iron cuff, was bolted to a metal plate sunk into the concrete. The woman’s legs were spread and her ankles cuffed and shackled to the floor at the other end of the rack. Leather straps buckled around her waist like a belt, keeping her movements to a minimum. The rack was high enough that her mouth and her pussy were at the perfect height to be fucked.
As she haltingly recited “Mary Had a Little Lamb” in a trilling, quavering voice, accompanied by commands of, “Louder, sub!” and “Don’t stop, or we’ll stop!”, one of her Masters, a tall, muscular man clad only in black leather pants took a riding crop to the already-reddened skin of her breasts and thighs. Obviously they’d been at this for a while. The whistle of the whippy crop handle through the air and the resulting loud slap, followed by the woman’s grunt, made Sarah wince.
The other man, similarly dressed in leather, with the addition of a leather hooded mask, held a large vibrator that resembled a club to the woman�
�s squirming pussy.
“That’s Master Jake in the mask,” Jesse said softly above Sarah’s head. “The other one is Master Z. Their slave is Belinda. They’ve been in a lovin’, twenty-four-seven Master/slave relationship for nearly twenty years.” He paused as Belinda’s thrashings and warbling cries became increasingly erratic.
“They’re usin’ a Hitachi.” Jesse bent to whisper in Sarah’s ear, “The most powerful vibrator made. We haven’t used one on you yet, but we will before the night is over.” His lip curved upward in a smile. “We think you’ll like it.”
Holy Moley! She gulped, unable to take her eyes from the woman being worked over by her two muscular Doms. The Dom with the Hitachi wand thrust the first two fingers of his free hand into her vagina, working them in and out vigorously before adding a third, ratcheting up the pleasure. Belinda began thrashing wildly, her limbs shaking so hard that if she hadn’t been tied to the device, she would have fallen to the floor.
No longer even pretending to recite actual words, the sounds erupting from her throat were harsh, raw, little more than animalistic growls. Bombarded by the opposing, yet diabolically synchronous sensations of both extreme pleasure and extreme pain, the woman was dissolving into a sobbing, babbling mess, becoming less and less coherent as her inevitable, earth-shattering climax threatened to consume her.
Then Master Z stood at Belinda’s head, unzipped his leathers, and thrust his stiff cock into the woman’s mouth, effectively silencing her except for the little yipping cries erupting from deep within her throat every time he brought the crop down on one of her nipples. He began fucking her mouth, thrusting his cock deep down her throat.
At the other end of the rack, Master Jake stood, opened his leathers, and slid his cock into Belinda’s sheath. “Yeah, baby,” he shouted. “Take us deep, and we’ll let you come!”
Oh, my God! Sarah’s own body was responding as if she were the one being tandem-fucked in front of an audience. Juice dribbled down her thighs as she pressed her legs tightly together, hoping to stave off her own impending orgasm. Jesse and Adam exchanged a look, knowing just how excited this scene was making her. The scent of her arousal engulfed them, hardening their already-hard cocks into solid steel.
Both Jake and Z suddenly stiffened, threw back their heads, and emptied themselves into their woman with shouts of, “Come, baby! Come now!” The bound sub’s body heaved upward in a rigid arch as a violent climax wrenched through her. Her convulsions continued unabated, prolonged by the soft touches and erotic words of her men as they urged orgasm after orgasm from her until a series of shuddering cries ripped from her throat. Cries that signaled one last, shattering orgasm. The group that had gathered to watch them burst into applause.
Oh, my God!
Oh!
My!
God!
Sarah was squirming so hard, Adam had to place his hand on her shoulders to steady her. She put up a trembling hand, and Jesse caught it in his. “What, baby?”
She just shook her head. “Wow,” she whispered. “Just…wow.”
Jesse and Adam just smiled at each other. “Exactly.”
Biting her lip uncertainly, Sarah turned back to the scene in front of her. The Doms were speaking softly to their slave as they unshackled her wrists and ankles and unbuckled the leather straps binding her to the apparatus. As the man not wearing the mask raised her to a sitting position, she lifted a languid hand to cup his cheek. “Thank you, my Master,” she said in a voice that was slow and thick, as if speaking were difficult. “Tha’ wazh truly won’erful.”
“It was entirely our pleasure, beloved,” he assured her. “We love watching you come like that, knowing that we’re the ones who gave that gift to you.”
Coming around to Belinda’s side, the masked man leaned down and placed a reverent kiss against her lips. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her over to a comfy-looking sofa off to the side of the room. Turning, he sat down with her in his lap while his partner picked up a soft blanket from the back of the sofa and wrapped it around their now-shivering slave. Master Z turned and sat down right next to Master Jake, lifting Belinda’s legs over his lap. He lifted a bottle of water to her lips, urging her to drink.
The crowd began to break up as the onlookers wandered off to seek further entertainment elsewhere. But Sarah lingered, watching the sweet tenderness with which the two alpha-male Doms cuddled and cared for their exhausted slave. The love these three people shared with one another was obvious in every tender glance, every reverent touch, and every softly whispered word.
These three people had not just “had sex” in front of a room full of onlookers. They had shared a part of themselves. A part of their lives that brought them complete and utter joy. An integral part that revealed exactly who and what they were, without shame, without fear, without humiliation. These three people had loved each other in front of a room full of witnesses. They had honored each other. They had connected with each other on a level so deep, so primal, most people never even knew it existed, much less got to experience it.
And that was exactly the kind of connection she had with Jesse and Adam. The soul-deep, heart-wrenching, forever-after kind, where love and sex were irrevocably intertwined as expressions of each other. And where was the humiliation in that? Obviously these people led the same lives everyone else did. They just lived them with their bedroom doors wide open.
“Ah.” Jesse glanced at Adam over the top of Sarah’s head. “I think our little sub is finally starting to get the message.”
Adam bent his head close to hers. “C’mon, love,” he murmured, “let’s go see what other enlightenment we can find.”
In the next “room” a naked male slave stood in the center of a square frame made from six-inch steel pipe. He was slight of build, with Middle Eastern features and a thick mop of curly brown hair. He looked sixteen, but Sarah knew he had to be older. His arms were stretched to the top corners, where the cuffs on his wrists were anchored by lengths of chain. His ankles were attached in similar fashion to the frame’s bottom corners. In addition, ropes wrapped around his upper arms, his waist, his thighs, and his calves attached to the frame on both sides, completely restricting his movement. He looked like a fly caught in a spiderweb.
His Mistress, clad in a shiny red PVC corset and thigh-high black boots with five-inch stiletto heels, stood to his side, flogging him with two floggers, one on his penis, making it bob up and down, and the other on his ass, reddening it nicely. The boy’s cock was a dark, angry-looking mix of mottled purple and red. His ball sac was swollen so tight, it looked like an over-ripe plum about ready to split. The slave’s head was thrown back as he strained against his bonds. He made no sound. But if the gathering tension in his muscles and the exaggerated working of his jaw were any indication, he was about to explode.
“Please, Mistress, may I come?” he asked, his voice low and strained.
“No.”
Swiveling her wrists like a bass drummer in a marching band, the Domme stepped around in front of the bound sub to swish the floggers up both sides of his torso, then back down over and over in a hypnotic rhythm. Judging by the red lines already marking his skin, this was a pattern she’d been repeating for quite some time. Then she returned to her original position to resume her discipline of his penis and ass. At the first stroke of the leather against his engorged cock, he threw back his head, his neck tendons standing out like iron rods as his entire body went rigid.
“Mistress, may I come? May I come, may I come, may I come?” There was no mistaking the strident urgency in his voice. It looked like he was going to come whether she gave him permission or not. And she didn’t.
“No.”
An anguished groan tore from his rigid throat as he fought to stave off his climax. The blows against his ass and cock now came harder, faster, and, if his choked cries were any indication, obviously more painful, but the young man never lost his erection. In fact, it continued to thicken and jerk as his entire body be
gan to shudder with the effort he was making to keep from climaxing without permission.
“Please, please,” he begged through clenched teeth, “mayIcomemayIcomemayIcome?”
“Yes, slave, come.” She laid one final, harsh blow across his tortured penis.
Sucking in a deep, hissing breath, he went completely rigid for about five seconds. Then, with a lung-rupturing roar, he exploded. A salvo of thick, milky cum jetted from the tip of his cock, arcing through the air to land on the concrete floor around three feet in front of him. The next two bursts landed exponentially closer, and the last one just oozed from the slit and dribbled down his still-hard cock.
The Domme dropped both floggers and strode around to stand in front of him, grabbing his still-weeping cock in one hand and fisting him slowly up and down. A shuddering moan shook his entire body as more cum wept from the tip. “That’s my good boy,” she crooned, falling to her knees in front of him. “That’s my very good boy.” Taking his cock in both hands, she lowered her head and took him into her red mouth, sucking and licking him to keep him erect. Releasing him, she held him around the middle of his still-engorged penis, alternately manipulating both thumbs on the underside of his slippery cock head in a massaging motion that wrenched a series of sharp cries from him. “I’m so proud of my good boy.”
Bending forward, she dug her tongue into his seeping slit, alternately licking and kissing and sucking until a second orgasm rolled through him. This time, as his body jerked over and over in climax, she swallowed every drop of his cum, sucking on the tip of his cock as if she were sucking the dregs of a soda through a straw. When she finally released him, he sagged in his bonds, just hanging there with his head lolling forward, limp and exhausted.
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