Anticipation

by Vera Roberts

  “Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

  “Good. Let’s do the demonstration.”

  ****

  He walked around the table and stood in front of it, addressing the audience but solely focusing His attention on her. “Tonight, Whitney has let me do a demonstration on her. This is a very special time for both of us. Medical play is one of her soft limits but she wanted to do something special for me since today is her birthday.” Sir stepped aside and the audience had a full view of Whitney’s fully nude body, including her parted thighs exposing her slit. “As you can see Whitney is completely nude. She is not new to the lifestyle but she is new to exhibitionism.

  “Her body is very small and lithe,” Nick walked up to Whitney’s breasts. Her nipples were firm by the cold breeze in the room and became perkier when his hands gently squeezed them. He walked his fingers down her torso, stopping at the small patch of hair leading to the vee of her sex. His fingers lightly brushed against her clit and she shuddered in response. “Her pussy is warm and ready.” He inserted a finger inside her rectum and she clenched around him. “So is her ass.”

  He grabbed a blindfold and put it over her eyes. “I blindfolded her so her only focus would be on the pleasure she is receiving and not eyes looking down on her and critiquing her performance.” Nick stated to the audience. “For this demonstration, I will need assistance and one of my good friends is here to assist.” He nodded to the man in the far corner who stepped into the spotlight. “I’m sure everyone is familiar with Master Scott.”

  A few of the submissives gasped as they saw Master Scott walk into the room. Krista’s attention turned to him. He was heart stopping gorgeous with wavy dark hair and an athletic build that was hidden underneath his business attire of a crisp white shirt with open collar and pleated black slacks. He walked over to Whitney and put His hands on her shoulders. Nick nodded to Him, signaling it was time to start.

  Scott massaged and pinched Whitney’s breasts as Nick grabbed a Hitachi vibrator and turned it on. “Tonight, we’re going to have Whitney climax in a variety of ways, giving her a full-bodied orgasm. She has allowed Us to use electro play on her, so hopefully We can be successful with that as well. For this demonstration, I will need absolute silence until the end.”

  Nick placed the vibrator on Whitney and she softly jerked at the sudden buzz. The vibrator tickled her swollen clit and her body instantly reacted to the welcomed invasion. She lightly moaned and softly breathed as she was taken to different places. She had long dreamed of being dominated by two men – Master Scott and Saint Nick, specifically – but this was taking her above and beyond what she could possibly imagine.

  She felt the vibrator turned on to a higher speed and her pussy responded by jerking upwards to get more of the wonderful sensation. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her breathing became increasingly labored, and her senses were heightened due to the restraints and blindfold. She felt the orgasm crawl all over her body before she finally exploded into a loud cry.

  “Now that she’s nice and slick,” Nick took out a butt plug and lubed it up with Whitney’s juices, “we’ll start the scene.”

  Five

  Using her secretions as lubricant, Nick inserted a finger inside Whitney’s ass before adding another. He felt her body tensed up and He stopped, placing His free hand on her sex to ease her fears. He waited for her breathing to quiet down and her body to relax before He resumed playing with her. He removed His fingers and inserted a butt plug, which was attached to a machine.

  “Now I’m going to use electro therapy on Whitney. I’ve inserted the butt plug inside her and turned it on. As you can tell by her movements, she is responding favorably to the new sensation.” Nick watched Whitney’s face contort into different reactions. “Master Scott will take over from here while I’ll control the electrical part.” Nick moved aside and Scott stood in front of Whitney.

  He pulled up a stool and sat in front of her pussy, admiring how it glistened. He scooted closer to her and clamped His mouth on her clit, sucking hard on it. His tongue flicked on it, causing it to bounce. Whitney panted and breathed hard, hoping to stave off another orgasm so quickly but her body betrayed her and she buckled against Scott’s hot mouth.

  “Shh…” Scott pulled back and placed a palm against Whitney’s sex as her body calmed down. “…shh…” He waited until her breathing sated and her body stilled. He then unzipped himself and freed His hardened cock. He sheathed a condom on before plunging deep inside, stretching and filling Whitney completely. He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to His size before He continued with even strokes. As Scott thrust harder and quicker inside her, Nick adjusted the controls on the plug, increasing the pulsating sensation.

  ****

  Whitney was having an out-of-body experience. Her body uncontrollably shook and her toes curled up. She whimpered and moaned as her body fought against the straps against her. It was torture. Pure, exquisite, and beautiful torture.

  Her body suddenly coiled up and froze. The second orgasm held her back from a full release and she tensed up. She was allowed to let her body be free and enjoy whatever was going to happen to her but her mind wouldn’t let her.

  Scott continued to thrust inside her and watched her reaction. “Clit.” He instructed to Nick.

  Nick turned on a vibrator and placed it on Whitney’s swollen clit while Scott moved faster inside her. The sensations on her clit combined with the ones in her ass were too much for Whitney to bear. She uncoiled into an explosive and hard orgasm, crying out to the heavens as her body buckled against the straps, and uncontrollably shook.

  Her pussy clamped down on Scott’s cock, milking Him and driving Him to His own release. He stilled His body and let the orgasm course through Him, while He gauged Whitney’s reaction. He stayed inside her until her body calmed down and He finally removed himself and cleaned off.

  Nick removed the butt plug and turned off the device. “Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes our demonstration on medical play. Please give Whitney a hand for being such a great sport.” Everyone clapped and cheered for her while Scott removed the straps and picked up Whitney’s limp body and carried her out of the room. “Thank you and enjoy the rest of your night.” He then left and followed Scott out of the room.

  ****

  Krista blanched. She was truly astounded by what she saw. Her panties were damp with want and body was aflame with need. She knew, more than ever, what she wanted now. She wanted to be dominated and by not only Saint Nick but also Master Scott.

  Now she needed to convince them both.

  Six

  “So what did you think?” Ashley asked Krista as they walked down the corridor back to the lobby area of the Dungeon. “Pretty nifty, huh?”

  Nifty? Krista blinked at Ashley and wondered if they both saw the same demonstration. What Krista saw was incredibly hot and above and beyond any porn fantasies she’d ever had. What Ashley had seen was…nifty?

  It then occurred to Krista that Ashley had probably seen more than a dozen medical demonstrations before, granted not one with Saint Nick and Master Scott combined. Though there was something about Saint Nick that was awfully familiar to Krista. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. “Yeah, it was amazingly hot.”

  “That’s Saint Nick and Master Scott in a nutshell,” Erica commented. “They’re the best of the best.”

  “Would you like to meet them?” Ashley asked. “They should be available in a short while. They’re both attending to Whitney now and helping her come down from subspace.”

  “Subspace?” Krista asked. “Where’s that?”

  Erica laughed. “It’s not a place, honey.”

  “Though it feels like it.” Ashley swooned. “It’s the best feeling in the world.”

  “It’s the scariest feeling in the world as well,” Erica replied and turned to Krista. “Your Master takes you to a place mentally that can’t be described other than it’s surreal. You don’t know where you are, how you got there…h
ell, if He’s really good, you don’t even know your name or what you look like.”

  Krista gulped. BDSM sounded fun when she read about it in various erotic romances but it was starting to scare the hell out of her when it was in front of her face in real life. “Does everyone go to subspace?”

  “It really depends on your Master and how comfortable you are with Him.” Ashley explained. “Some Doms don’t do it while others do. You set the limits for Him and He just facilitates, that’s all.”

  “So have both of you been to subspace?” Krista asked.

  “Yep,” Erica nodded, “again, it’s like a splurge. You don’t do it all the time but when you do it, though…”

  “You’re sprung like a mother!” Ashley laughed.

  “Wow,” Krista muttered underneath her breath. She quickly went from being scared to back to being intrigued. Still, she didn’t want just any Dom taking her to subspace. Even though she had read and dabbled very little into BDSM, she was still as green as they come when it came to experiencing it for herself.

  She started second-thinking about BDSM. Was she really into it like everyone else at The Dungeon? It seemed everyone was 24/7 or some full-time variation and Krista couldn’t fit in with that. She did think she was more than the occasional hair-pulling and ass-slapping but she wasn’t sure if submitting to anyone was something she wanted to do.

  “You look confused,” a male’s voice whispered in her ear.

  Krista turned around and was met by a pair of sparkling green eyes. His dark hair was wavy, and dared she thought, wispy¸ by the overhead fan. She lightly inhaled and was blessed by a scent of musk, earth, and just plain man.

  It was Master Scott.

  “H-h-hi,” Krista stammered and she held out a shaky hand, which Scott promptly kissed it and lightly caressed it. Krista thought she was about to faint.

  “Don’t be nervous, my dear,” his words dripped from his voice like honey on a warm biscuit, “I won’t bite unless you’re into that type of thing.”

  “H-h-huh?” Her voice was several octaves higher.

  “Hello, Master Scott,” Erica kissed His lips and Krista’s eyes widened as she saw how friendly that kiss really was. She could’ve sworn she saw a little tongue action. Erica pulled away and introduced the pair. “Master Scott, this is Krista. She’s new to the Lifestyle and is trying to see if being a submissive works for her.”

  “Oh really?” Scott’s green eyes gleamed at Krista and she immediately blushed. “Do you have any questions?”

  Krista’s throat became cottony dry. His gaze was intense, yet comforting. She had a ton of questions and it didn’t seem like there was enough time in the world to ask Him everything she’d wanted to. “I don’t know where to begin.”

  “Allow me?” He held out His hand to her.

  Krista briefly looked at Erica and Ashley, who emphatically nodded she should take His hand. Krista swallowed her emotions and grabbed Master Scott’s hand. His hand was soft yet He had a firm grip on hers, as if He secretly claimed her that night.

  Maybe He did.

  “Please send a bottle to Room 7.” Scott said to the bartender on their way.

  “You got it, Master Scott.” The bartender nodded.

  Scott led them upstairs to a private corner bedroom. It was dark with lighted candelabras on the walls and deep hues like mahogany, burgundy, and wine. A four-post bed was front and center and a long dresser stood across from it. At the foot of the bed, was a chaise lounge. There were several ceiling-to-floor length mirrors on each wall, for what Krista assumed, a bird’s eye view for each position.

  “Make yourself comfortable,” Scott walked over a stereo and began flipping through the stations before landing on one that played Quiet Storm R&B.

  Krista removed her light sweater and sat at a far corner in the room, taking it all in. Was she supposed to approach him first? Was He? What did He want to be called?

  When Scott turned around, He merely smiled. “You can come closer if you want. But if you prefer to stay there in the dark, that’s fine, too.”

  Krista blushed at her naiveté. She briefly licked her lips and walked over to Scott, who was sitting on the chaise lounge. She sat at a comfortable distance to Him – not right next to Him, but not far apart. Close enough where if He wanted to kiss her, she wouldn’t fight it. “That’s better,” He purred.

  “So, what do I call You?” She asked. “I know I can’t call you just Scott, but I’m not quite comfortable with the Master part.”

  “Sir,” He instructed, “it takes the away the provocativeness of someone calling Me Master if they’re not ready for it.”

  “Got it,” Krista nodded before she hastily added, “Sir.”

  Scott smiled. Krista was warm and refreshing. She reminded him a little of Mariana back home. “So what brings you to the Dungeon?”

  “I’ve read about BDSM because that’s the hot thing right now and I decided to explore.” Krista regretted her words when she saw the small frown in his eyes. Maybe BDSM was a hot thing to her, but for Scott, it was clearly a way of life.

  She cleared her throat and revised her previous statement. “There are some parts of it that I like and some parts I’m unsure of.”

  “It comes in layers, pet.” Scott explained, leaning back on the chaise lounge and crossing his feet. His swagger made Him undeniably attractive and Krista felt compelled to do anything He would’ve asked her, though He hadn’t made a single request. “It’s a wide spectrum and not a one size fits all. Anyone who tells you otherwise is full of it.”

  “I think I’m into kink but not necessarily BDSM as a whole,” Krista figured out, “is that normal?”

  “Very,” He answered and a knock on the door signaled the champagne had arrived. The server was an Asian submissive whose body was tied up in the karada method. While Scott and the submissive made light conversation, Krista’s eyes were glued on the intricate rope masterpiece. She wanted to reach out and touch it but knew better. “For you, Master,” The Asian beauty smiled and bowed at His feet.

  “Thank you, sani.” Scott petted her hair. “BDSM isn’t for everyone,” Scott began after the submissive left and he gave Krista a glass of champagne. “Some figure out very quickly it’s not for them. Some realize they like certain parts but not all. Some find their lifelong calling. Some just wanted some kinky sex and that’s it.” He clinked glasses with her. “Cheers.”

  “Cheers.” Krista took a swallow of the champagne. It was fruity with notes of peach and raspberry and quite crisp. She knew it was fancy based on how it tasted. She was so used to the cheap-ass moscato she would get at the local liquor store, she didn’t realize her palate desired more sophisticated tastes.

  “You didn’t come in here to inquire more about the Lifestyle, Krista.” Scott interrupted her thoughts, “you came here tonight for a very specific reason. Do tell.”

  It was almost as if He’d read her mind. The thought made Krista both curious and uneasy. “I thought I wanted to find a Dom, and then I decided I wanted two. But I’m not too sure about the other part of BDSM – the submitting and serving. I don’t know if I can take orders from someone barking at me,” Scott raised an eyebrow and Krista quickly retracted, “I mean, not saying that you bark orders but…”

  Scott held up a hand. “I know what you meant. But true Doms don’t bark orders at anyone. We give direction and guidance. Even those in a Master/slave dynamic can tell you the same. They don’t bark orders to their slaves.”

  “Wait a minute…” Krista’s mind was spinning. “…there’s a Master/slave dynamic and a Dominant/submissive one?”

  “See?” Scott smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth. “There’s more to BDSM than just what you read in your romance novels.”

  Krista felt no bigger than the tip of her pinky finger. All of the romance novels she’d been reading for the past year or so led her to believe one thing when there was so much more. “You must think I’m a fool.”

  “I think you
’re brave, beautiful, and courageous,” He added, “and quite delicious in your outfit.”

  Krista’s eyes widened and she took another gulp of her champagne. Delicious. The way he’d said it with his Southern accent, the word rolled off his tongue. She could hear him talk all night long, specifically whispering dirty nothings in her ear as He was on top of her.

  She felt silly that she finished the glass and Scott quickly filled her up with another one. “I’ll see you’ll get home safely. You’re not driving tonight.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Krista carefully sipped her glass. A smile crept on her lips. She liked calling Him Sir.

  “You never did tell me why you’re here tonight. You mentioned you wanted two Doms but you don’t want to submit to anyone…” He paused and took a sip of champagne. “…in the traditional sense.”

  Krista glanced over at Scott and saw the smile in His eyes. He already knew what she wanted and was merely waiting for her to just ask. Swallowing another gulp of liquid courage, she decided to let it all out. “I want to be sexually dominated by two Doms.”

  “Specifically…?”

  “You and Saint Nick,” Krista let out a deep breath, feeling that she just confessed her sins to the highest bidder.

  It wasn’t a request Scott had never heard before. He and Nick had been accosted more than a few times and had even taken a lucky few on their requests. They’ve also made it very clear to all of the submissives that they weren’t for sale and not available for everyone. While Scott was a bit more liberal with his choice of partners, Nick was very selective and quite content with Stacey and Whitney.

  Krista presented a challenge to Him and He was willing to step up and meet it, if she was willing to. Though she was shorter than what He’d preferred, she had a beautiful body. Her eyes alternated between a light brown and hazel color, which sparkled whenever the candle light flickered just right. Her ebony hair was tightly curled up and bounced against her earlobes. Her full breasts begged to be tied up and pinched and a set of hips He’d already imagined His hands guiding her back and forth on His cock as she rode him.