“Sub, I don’t think it’s necessary to ask what your most impressive physical attribute is,” Kristen said with a chuckle as she once again ran her finger over his huge dick. “However, I would like you to tell me what part of your body your Mistress is most fascinated with.”
“My pierced tongue, Mistress,” he said softly, his eyes focused upward.
His tongue was pierced, too? Holy crap.
“Very good.”
Kristen’s eyes lifted to meet mine. “Please turn around and lift your dress to your waist.”
It wasn’t easy, but I managed to do as she instructed, all while trying to block out all the eyes I knew were on me. I had no idea what was about to happen.
“Sub, please make her come with only your tongue. And if you can do so within three minutes, you have my permission to come as well. But you aren’t allowed to touch yourself.”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, Mistress.”
I felt heat flood my face, knowing that everyone here was going to watch Kristen’s submissive make me come. With his tongue. The mere thought of coming in front of all these people was terrifying, but I tried to block it out, tried to pretend we were in the office and…
Yeah. It wasn’t helping.
Big, warm hands wrapped around my thighs, urging me backward until I was standing above the man laid out on the table, my legs spread wide as I was forced to bend my knees because of the width of the table. It was actually the perfect position, although it wasn’t the most comfortable. My thighs burned from holding myself up. Kristen’s submissive shifted, taking some of my weight on his forearms, which made relaxing a little easier.
A second later, a gentle rasp caressed my slit, then her submissive fused his mouth to my clitoris. His wicked tongue—piercing and all—was as good as Kristen said it was and it wasn’t long before my legs were trembling and I was moaning in earnest, my eyes closed tightly as I continued to block out the rest of the room. My orgasm remained just out of reach and I thought for a second he was going to miss his deadline. I should’ve known he had everything under control. When he lapped repeatedly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, it shot me closer to the edge, only to be forced right over when he relentlessly flicked my clit with only the tip.
I cried out as I came and as I was standing up straight, trying not to fall over, I heard him groan his own release. I turned in time to see his cock jerking and twitching as his seed spurted all over his belly. The most amazing thing was he hadn’t touched himself, hadn’t been incited in any way. Until that moment, I didn’t know it was possible for a man to come like that.
“That’s a very nice trick,” one of the Doms said to Kristen. “Must’ve taken a lot of training.”
She smiled. “He’s a very good boy.”
Kristen held out her hand to me, then escorted me over to Master and Sir. I knelt on the floor as Kristen’s submissive handed my panties over to Sir before cleaning himself with a towel that his mistress handed him.
“Who goes next?” Justin asked as one of the submissives used disinfecting wipes to clean the table.
“That would be me,” Master Arlington said proudly.
I figured things were about to get really interesting.
Thirteen
I COULDN’T DENY THAT WATCHING all the interactions as the Doms opened their gifts and used their toys was getting me all worked up. Since the time the gift opening started, I’d seen pretty much everything in the kink spectrum. For example, a female submissive fucking another female submissive with a strap-on; a master decorating his submissive with a variety of wax, coloring her breasts and her pussy with the warm liquid; another master unwrapping his gift only to tie her back up with jute, creating an impressive design with her body and the rope.
Admittedly, I’d been captivated by Justin inserting a thick plug into Ben’s ass before punishing him with a wide, wooden paddle until he came. It appeared that some people preferred punishment as a means to achieve orgasm. Who would’ve thought?
As of now, almost everyone else had gone, with only Master, Sir, and Jordan remaining. I wasn’t sure who would be next, but I was hoping it would be me. Then again, the thought of watching Jordan master his own submissive was intriguing in its own right.
“Thank you, Master Chaos,” Justin said. “Who’s next?”
Adrenaline shot through my bloodstream when no one said anything. I could tell they were purposely holding back, probably wanting to keep me and the other submissive on edge. It was working.
“I’m next,” Jordan finally said as he got to his feet.
I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but I was almost as eager to see it as I was to participate with my own masters. And for some reason, even the idea of coming in front of these people again wasn’t as nerve-racking as I’d originally thought. Maybe because I felt as though I knew them at this point, I wasn’t sure.
It didn’t take long for Jordan to have his submissive disrobe, then lie flat on the table. His boyfriend’s cock was already standing at attention, which wasn’t surprising. Everyone was likely worked up from the show. However, men didn’t have the ability to be as discreet as women when it came to hiding their arousal.
“Some of you might be familiar with the violet wand,” Jordan began, pulling something out of a case.
I frowned. I’d only read about it on the limits list Master had provided me. I had gone with curious as my selection after Master had given a definition. The static electricity sounded stimulating.
“For those who aren’t familiar, this is not a painful tool. Some submissives enjoy the sensual stimulation, which some have likened to that of champagne bubbles along their skin.”
I watched as Jordan had one of the submissives plug his wand into an electrical outlet, but my attention then redirected to the long glass tube that sizzled and sparked as Jordan ran his finger around it. He walked around to the submissives and Doms, asking if anyone wanted to get a taste of how it felt. Of course, I raised my hand, curious as to what it felt like.
Jordan held the tool an inch or so away from my skin. He was right, it felt almost like bubbles against my skin. I could see how that would be erotically charged under certain circumstances.
“My toy is quite fond of this tool. And for Christmas, I’ve decided to give him the gift of electrically stimulated orgasm.”
I wondered if Jordan was going into detail because I wasn’t familiar with it or if there were a lot of subs who hadn’t yet experienced the violet wand. Whatever his reason, I was glad that he was explaining.
With the toy in hand, Jordan leaned over and kissed his submissive on the mouth. “You do not have permission to come until I tell you.”
The man on the table nodded, his body trembling. I assumed he was excited, but I couldn’t really tell.
For the next few minutes, Jordan trailed the glass wand over his submissive’s body, arms, legs, hands, nipples. The glass never came in contact with his skin, but the static electricity could be seen arcing between the submissive’s body and the glass. The purple glow was mesmerizing, as was the way the man’s leg hair stood on end when Jordan came into contact with that part of his body.
The man on the table began moaning in earnest, as Jordan came closer to his cock and balls. It was evident he was enjoying himself and likely riding the fine edge of what I expected to be an intense orgasm.
“Color, pet?”
“Green.”
“Good. Now I’m going to use indirect stimulation by applying a body contact to myself. It will electrify me and allow me to transfer the electricity with my touch.”
I watched, my eyes wide as Jordan put down the wand, then picked up something else. I had no idea what it was he was doing, but the next thing I knew, he was holding his fingers over his sub’s groin and an electrical current passed between them.
Holy shit. That was wickedly cool.
“I can also electrify him with my mouth.”
My entire body heated when I watched Jordan take his sub’
s cock into his mouth. He proceeded to suck him, moving up and down the thick shaft as the man rocked and moaned on the table. I wondered what that felt like for Jordan. Did it have the same electrical stimulation? Or was that only for the sub?
Jordan released him from his mouth. “You have my permission to come.”
“Thank you, my Knight,” the man groaned.
When Jordan engulfed his cock once more, the man’s hips shot up off the table, spasms shaking his body as he came.
I found it extremely intense and erotic to watch, and it even ratcheted up my own curiosity.
I was so caught up in what Jordan had done I didn’t pay attention to the fact that he had cleaned up and taken his submissive back to his seat, where he was in the process of tending to him in a loving manner that made my heart swell. It was obvious Jordan and his partner were completely in love.
“It’s our turn, pet,” Master said as he got to his feet. “Please, stand on the table.”
A sense of excitement drowned out the fear of getting up in front of these people. I was nervous but desperate for release, so it made the trip over to the table much easier than I expected. Sir held out a hand and helped me onto it. I was trembling even before Master began inching the dress down, officially “unwrapping” me in front of all the other guests.
My nipples instantly pebbled as the stretchy velvet lowered to my abdomen, freeing my breasts. It continued south, until it puddled at my feet. I stepped out of it and Master moved it out of the way.
“Are your nipples sensitive, pet?” Master asked, his tone ringing with authority.
“Yes, Master.” They were at the moment, anyway. Likely heightened by the way they were looking at me.
“Good. We’re going to test that.”
Sir appeared in front of me, standing next to Master.
“Without touching any other part of your body, you are expected to come from nipple stimulation alone.”
My eyes widened. Although my nipples were sensitive, I wasn’t sure that was possible.
Sir turned. “Master Parker, we’ll need your assistance for this.”
Okay, so this might get interesting.
“We aren’t taking her word for it,” Sir explained. “If you’ll please do what’s necessary to confirm that she does in fact orgasm.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Justin said, moving around to stand behind me. His hands trailed from my shoulders, down my spine, over my ass, then between my legs.
I whimpered when he pushed two fingers inside my pussy.
“She’s certainly wet.”
Master smiled up at me. “She’s about to be drenched.”
The next thing I knew, Sir was placing a blindfold over my eyes, blocking everything out.
I focused on listening to what they were doing, but they were too quiet. That or my heart was beating too loudly.
I felt warm breath on my left nipple and I sighed as a mouth suckled me. Then the other nipple received the same attention. I was still aware of Justin’s fingers inside me, but he wasn’t moving, and the sensations on my breast soon became my main focus.
Between the gentle sucking and the erotic sting when they nipped me, I was enjoying everything they were doing. However, they weren’t driving me any closer to orgasm.
A short time later, one mouth disappeared, replaced by something sharp. I sucked air into my lungs at the new sensation. It was a direct contradiction to the soft tongue grazing my other nipple. Then it switched.
“She’s enjoying that,” Justin said, my pussy fluttering around his fingers.
Master and Sir continued to tease, alternating the sharp sting and the gentle suction. Warm air blew on one pebbled nipple, cool air on the other. I shivered and moaned in response.
True to their word, they didn’t touch me anywhere else and it was driving me insane. I needed something more to push me over. When I tried to move my hips, wanting Justin to fuck me with his fingers, a sharp slap landed on my ass.
“Be careful, pet,” Master’s voice rang in my ears. “You’ll earn punishment for disobedience.”
At the moment, punishment sounded more like a reward. They were teasing me with no chance of release and I was already worked up from watching everyone else.
Both mouths disappeared once again, replaced by more piercing pinpricks. I had absolutely no idea what they were using on me, but within seconds of the sharp pricks rolling over my nipples and breasts, I felt the real stirrings of my orgasm.
The mouths returned, my climax ebbing slightly. When they sucked my breasts fully into their mouths, applying delicious suction, I moaned again.
And when they bit down in unison, I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my insides.
“Oh, yes. She’s coming beautifully,” Justin praised.
Hands were then on my hips, holding me still before someone lifted me off the table and into their arms. I curled against the warm chest, inhaling deeply. Although blindfolded, I knew it was Master who held me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my ear.
I loved when he said that. The words rang with wonder as though he was surprised by his reactions to me. And that in itself was the greatest compliment.
•
Not long after all the “gifts” had been opened did the party start to wind down. Master announced that the boat would be arriving soon and everyone except Ben and Justin would be leaving to stay at a hotel on another island before flying back home in the morning.
I was excited by the prospect of spending time with all four of my bosses. I’d been informed that we would be returning home tomorrow, too, but at least I had tonight.
Once I’d said my good-byes and thanked each of the guests for celebrating with us today, Master led me into the house.
“Where is everyone?” It looked as though they’d all disappeared.
“Probably making dinner,” he said, taking my hand. “We all need some nourishment before we continue the festivities tonight.”
The fact that they intended to play some more made me giddy. Sure, I’d come earlier, but it hadn’t been enough to sate me. I felt a little depraved for wanting my bosses to use me in any way they saw fit. It felt as though this was the one opportunity to make it happen. The playtime in the office had to be limited due to the fact there were other people there. Granted, now knowing that Jordan was into the lifestyle, it didn’t bother me so much that he might hear me scream from time to time.
“Did you enjoy today?” Master asked as he poured a drink.
“I did.” I still couldn’t believe they’d held the party for me. It made me feel as though I mattered to them. Then again, even without the party, I felt as though I mattered. Both Master and Sir made me feel wanted, even if they didn’t feel as deeply for me as I felt for them.
“What intrigued you the most during the gift opening?”
I had given that some thought earlier and I knew exactly what I’d enjoyed the most. “Anytime one of the submissives was restrained,” I admitted. “I liked the idea of being unable to do anything to stop what was going to happen.”
“So, say we were to restrain you tonight,” he mused. “What would you want to happen?”
I felt my face heat from my blush. “I’d like it to be rough.” I couldn’t believe I was admitting it out loud.
“Rough?”
“Yes. I’d like to know what it feels like when my masters unleash on me without holding back.”
Master’s dark eyebrow lifted. “Are you sure you’re ready for something like that?”
I nodded. “I have this fantasy…”
Master nodded toward the sofa. “Have a seat and hold that thought.”
I watched as he disappeared out of the room. I sat down on the sofa and breathed a little easier when he returned. He was holding a small notebook and a pen.
“While I help the others with dinner, I want you to write out your fantasy.”
“Write it?”
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��Yes. Be as detailed as possible with it.”
I’d never thought to write down my fantasies, but I had plenty so I figured it couldn’t be too difficult.
After Master passed over the notebook and the pen, I sat on the floor and used the table as my writing surface. I waited until he disappeared from the room before I started writing it out.
I’m pretty sure I could sit out here all day and all night. The sound of the waves as they lap at the shore is soothing and I can’t remember ever being quite so relaxed.
Rolling onto my stomach, I glance around, noticing there’s only a couple of people on the beach tonight and they’re several yards away. The thought of removing my bikini and allowing the warm air to caress my skin has been something I’ve been contemplating for the past hour. If I don’t do it now, I’m not sure I’ll ever get the chance again.
With my gaze fixed on the two men, I reach around and untie the string at my back and let my top fall away, slipping it over my head and placing it within reach. The two men don’t seem to be paying me any attention so I do the same with my bottoms, untying the strings on my hips, then pulling the fabric from beneath me.
Instantly the warm air brushes over every part of my skin, teasing me. It’s arousing me to the point of distraction. I can feel my pussy getting wetter. I know I’m not supposed to be turned on by this, but I am.
I hear someone talking and I jerk my head around to see two men walking past. Their eyes trail over my naked back as they pass. I can see the interest in their eyes, but they keep going, but not without giving me second and third looks before they join the other two men who seem to be packing up to leave.
It’s getting dark and if I don’t head back now, it’ll be impossible to see. That’s my cue to go inside. Figuring it’s pointless to get dressed now, I pick up my bikini, then wrap my towel around me and secure it in place before heading up to the beach house I’m renting for the weekend.
I hate that it’s my last night here, but a week has passed and I have to get back to the real world. I’ve been a little disappointed that I wasn’t able to make any new friends during my trip. The lack of personal interaction has left me wanting for something I can’t quite put my finger on.
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