My attention was drawn to the center of my being when Master leaned down and whispered, "I know you won't let me down, Baby. Enthrall them." He kissed me on the ear then moved to a chair next to Mistress Bergenia.
The vibrating stopped and I took a big gasp of air. I shook from head to my toe and told myself to focus. The musicians who had been in the garden began to play Michael Praetorius' "The Muse of Dance".
I rose to my feet and felt Master's heated gaze on me. I glanced about the room, smiling at our friends. My body began to move with the rhythm of the music. My hips swayed back and forth while my arms rose and reached out to my Master to offer this dance to him. I froze in mid reach as the bee in my vagina went off on high. My eyes locked with Masters'. He smiled as the bee stopped.
Seeing his smile from across the room my heart skipped a beat and I attempted to sway gracefully toward him. My face lit up with happiness. He brought so much joy into my life. I moved my hips a little more.
I slowly removed the first silken veils, letting the smooth material slide down my arms ever so slowly, baring my shoulder. I offered him the veil. He raised it to his lips and kissed it. My body moved to the rhythm of music in my heart.
Once again I spun away from him and scanned the room as I danced, moving more gracefully across the floor. I reached up to untie the second veil from my waist, then held one end in my fingertips. I started to take a turn about the room when the bee in my anus shot bolts of sensation through me.
I gulped for air as I unwrapped the veil from my body. I had a death grip on the end as I tried to lightly drape it over Zack's shoulders and slowly back away from him. He, too, lifted one end and kissed it.
I could tell by the glint in Zack’s eyes he knew I was on the verge of an orgasm. He had that smile that said, Don’t do it, Baby. Hold on to it, embrace it, but don’t cum.
Returning to the middle of the floor, I raised my shaking hand to the veil tied around my head, freeing it and the clip holding my hair. As it unknotted my hair cascaded in ringlets over my bare shoulders and down my back. The bee stopped and I shook my head a bit more vigorously then was called for. I tried to clear some of the lust from the cobwebs of my brain. I felt a bit dizzy when I tossed the veil to the crowd, and did a little dip again, trying to shake my hair out and clear my head from the fog of lust holding every nerve ending in my body tight.
Looking at Mistress Bergenia, then at my Master, as I turned spun around, I tried to think back to where he found me, and saw my future in his eyes.
I crossed the floor to move closer to Mistress Bergenia, her smile a beacon of love and pride calling me to her. I tugged on the fourth veil as I turned back toward Master, untying it I slowly expose my bare back to the room. I could feel their eyes upon me. Little shivers tickled my spine; both beebees went off in unison and I dropped the veil into Mistress Bergenia’s lap.
Master said later that the candlelights filtering through the scones, captured the highlights in my hair, making it look as if I was a blaze as I danced.
I turned to face the room, my hair and arms covering my breasts and moved my hips in a shimmying fashion. I wondered if anyone knew they were shaking to the beat of the vibrators inside me. I felt more alive then ever. As I lowered my arms from covering my breasts I heard a collective sigh escape the crowd.
Touching the fifth veil tied bandana style around my thigh, my eyes lovingly caressing my wonderful Master. Lust gnawed its way through me as I swiftly undid the small silk, tossing it to the floor at Master's feet. He laughed and reached down to pick it up.
I swayed in the middle of the room, my whole body moving in harmony with the music and the toys inside me. With my hand on the knot of the sixth veil at my hip I started to untie the silk. Lust ruled my body and I undid the knot with ease. It slowly slid away from my skin revealing one more very small veil. I dropped it to the ground. I was the temptress Master desired.
I moved gracefully back to Master and stood before him. My hips gyrating as seductively as I could muster, and I whispered, "I need you." I smiled down at him, wrapping my foot around his calf and rubbed it with my arch, sliding my foot up and down.
He pushed me away and stood, then moved me back to the middle of the floor. There, in front of my Master and all our friends I slowly ran my hands up my thigh to my hip to untie the last veil.
He smiled, moving my hand away and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered, "Allow me." The last veil was ripped from my body. He scooped me up and carried me back to his chair.
I was back in his lap where I longed to be, in the arms of the one who would not only be my best friend but my lifelong companion – my Master.
Applause broke out around the room. Mistress Bergenia stood, clapping. "Bravo, Baby, well I know that got me in the mood." She fanned herself with her hand. "Our next bit of entertainment I believe you'll find just as entertaining as Baby’s dance. I know you all have been eyeing the various pieces of equipment around the room."
She motioned to the musicians and as the first few notes of Bolero echoed through the room, all the subbies and slaves moved to the middle of the room.
CHAPTER 24
All the subbies and slaves stood in the middle of the floor and took the standard presentation stance for the Academy – back straight, arms down and slightly away from their sides, chin up, eyes facing directly forward, tummy tucked, and chest out.
Mistress Bergenia faced the guests, "My friends, in celebration of our ceremony today, I have come up with a new twist to an old game. This I call "OrgErotica". As you all have had time to peruse the equipment stations around the room, I’m sure each has picked out their favorite. Not to worry though that someone else will monopolize it. I will ring a bell and we will all shift at that time."
"There are thirty stations, and in front of you are twenty-nine prime students of the Academy. They will each draw a number to correspond to a station, as will each of us. All will go to their designated spot and place the student in that piece as you may see fit."
She smiled broadly when she looked at Master holding me on his lap. "The remaining station will go to your slave?"
Master shifted me on his lap. "Yes, Kitten will be taking that spot. She's not of the Academy, but she is well trained." I looked up to Master thinking, I'm not going to play? I tried to hide my disappointment, but I knew it was written all over my face. He kissed my cheek as he continued, " I promised her she would not be left out of the fun."
"Great." Picking up two bowls she placed them on the table, "Masters/Mistresses right, subbie/slaves left. Please go to your stations after you’ve picked your numbers."
I looked around for Kitten, when the doors were thrown open wide, four slaves, dressed only in loin cloths, carried Kitten, hanging from a pole like some big cat just bagged during a safari. She was still covered all over with the notes. There were four little balls dangling down below her ass. They swung and clanked together as she was carried in. Her long blonde hair was lose and hanging also. The pole was set on two brackets that had somehow materialized in the middle of the floor.
Master helped me off His lap and led me over to Kitten. He petted her head and stroked her hair. "Let's see what piece of equipment you're going to be assigned before we remove some of the pins."
Kitten started to wiggle as Master wove his index finger through the notes. Her intake of air was audible and the idea the notes might not all be removed at this time was not sitting well with her.
Mistress Bergenia handed Master a piece of paper, "Kitten will be in the Hanging Chain cage."
"Wonderful, that means we don’t have to read the notes just yet." Master said as he patted Kitten's upturned foot. "I'll leave you to get situated Kitten, Baby and I are going to wander around and mingle with our guests." He leaned down and whispered something in Kitten’s ear before he led me away.
I looked back momentarily to see them releasing Kitten’s feet from the bar. Even at a distance I could see the clothespins bouncing up and down with
her moments. Master tugged my leash saying, "Kitten will be well looked after, Baby, lets go see what are guests are up to."
The first stop was a sling. The Mistress had finished cuffing the slave. We stood there and watched as she set her back in the sling, raising her hands over her head and attaching them high up on the chains. Her feet were then attached so that her rear just grazed the sling.
When the slave was secure the Mistress walked around and tested each cuff to make sure the tension was okay, then she pulled out a bright red flogger from her belt. Standing to the side of the slave she s trailed the strands over the squirming slave.
Master tugged again on my leash; I had been so absorbed in what was happening he had to pull rather hard to get my attention. "Baby, come. There are others to see."
We crossed the room to the station Cathy was at, a Black Stallion spanking horse. She was all ready positioned, her ass having a paddle steadily applied to it by Zack. His smile showed his joy as he continued on without breaking rhythm when we stopped to watch. I felt a surge of moisture between my legs, as I wondered how many times he had held me in that position.
I smiled as Master took me to the next station, which was a bondage table. The submissive was strapped in and the Master was having his slave crawl under the table to come up through the access hole. "Lick," was all he said and out popped her tongue to commence licking fast and furiously. The one on the table started moaning immediately.
Again Master pulled on my leash as he led me to an upright stretch rack. Kelly was strapped in at a very steep angle, hanging from her feet. Weights were attached to her nether lips pulling them apart and down. Cane marks covered her from breast to knee. The Mistress had stopped for a few moments when we walked up.
Master asked if we could butt-in for a moment, which she was more then happy to allow. He turned to me and said, "Baby, I think you need to thank Kelly properly for your little toys." Pushing me toward her I knew he wanted me to lick her cunt, but because of the position she was in the only way I could get close was to place my clit on her mouth – which I did and which was promptly sucked into Kelly’s waiting lips.
She matching me stroke for stroke and I started to lose it when the cane sliced across my ass. "Baby, remember you do not have permission to cum." I started to move away when I felt another strike of the cane a tad bit higher on my ass. "But I want you to get Kelly to cum."
I was moaning trying to concentrate on her pussy, licking and sucking it. I knew from the taste and smell that she was close, when a series of swishes hit one after another working ever higher on my ass. I was crying as I licked her, my tears and her cum creating a salty concoction, sweet to the taste.
She came fast and hard and her entire body jumped in the chains. My pussy was on fire as she sucked even harder with each jolt of her orgasm. I licked till the jitters stopped and Master's hand pulled me by my upper arm. "Good girl, Baby. Let’s go find Kitten."
I was on edge. His hand on my upper arm was the only thing holding me up right. I looked at Master with tears in my eyes, and begged in a soft whisper, "Please." Taking me into his embrace he held me close. My body was shaking so hard it was all I could do not to melt there in his arm.
Rubbing my hair with his hand, he held me there, whispering that I was still not permitted to cum. I tensed and started to pull away but he held me close. "Baby, this is our day, don't make me punish you." Tears streamed down my face, the throbbing in my cunt continued on as I tried to get myself under control.
Both bee bees went off on low and my knees bulked so fast I almost slid out of Master's arms on to the floor. He laughed as he pulled me close. The throbbing radiated through every nerve of my body. All I could do was cling to him, moaning.
He turned off the bee bees and kisses my cheek. My breathing was not as erratic and I realized I'd stopped crying. Nerve endings through out my body were humming as Master moved me out of his arms and touched my nose with his finger, "All better now, love?"
Nodding my head, I whispered, "Yes, Master, thank you."
"Good. Let's see how Kitten is doing." Master tugged on my leash.
CHAPTER 25
Master brought me to stand and watch Kitten being tortured. She was inside the hanging chain cage – well, part of her was. Her arms were above her head cuffed to the top of the cage. The cage's chain hung a bit away from the front of her body, but it had been raised in the back to sit on her rear. She was slightly bent at the waist with her legs spread wide by a bar cuffed at her ankles.
A fox fur paddle was being applied to her rear. Alternating between the leather side and the fur side; with each swat of the paddle, the Master welding it had Kitten jumping back and forth from pleasure to pain. As the leather side hit she would bounce forward catching the clothespins on the chain cage. Her cries for him to stop went unheeded. As the fur sidestroked she purred.
I watched Master made eye contact with her. If she needed her safe word, now was the time to say so. Instead of a word, a serene smile crossed her face. Master nodded and we moved around to look at her ever-growing redder ass. Each and every swat precisely placed to cover her ass in a growing pattern of shades of red.
The notes between her legs were sopping wet and the little balls were clanking away like the pendulum set I had as a child. One ball into the other finishing with a wide arc on either end. The Master had it timed that the ball would hit, then the leather paddle, then the fur. It was poetry in motion to see her played this way.
Master began removing the notes from Kitten’s body, reading some, laughing at most. "Baby, Zack sends his love. Here's Stan’s; "tie the knots and may your flogger always fly high". As each note was removed from various parts of her body, Kitten moaned, and each one that past her lips sent tingles up my spine.
I almost jumped out of my skin when Master turned on the bee- bees. He had his arm draped around my waist, but I was away from his body.
The bee bees went on high and my knees buckled. He was holding me up by my underarms. "Baby open your eyes." They flew open and I found us in the middle of the room. I strained to focus on those around us when I heard him say, "Cum for us, Baby."
All eyes were focused on us as I melted there in the middle of the floor. I was molten lust oozing with sensation, rocked to the core as the nerves pushed electrically charged impulses through me. The feelings ripping through my body seem to go on and on from my head to my toes. When they began to slow Master pulled me back against him and crossed his arms over my stomach.
He kissed the side of my neck as I finished. The room erupted in applause. I blinking and scanned the crowd. Smiles were on all the faces as well as on mine.
Master cleared his throat and said, "Friends it's time for us to leave you. We'd like to thank you all for coming. Bergenia, we'd especially like to thank you for bringing us together and letting us share our joy with you."
He escorted me to the van. I looked back out the window as the Academy faded from my view, then over to Master – my Master, my future. Easing back into the seat I closed my eyes and pondered what that meant. With Master, that could be any number of things.
THE END
LUST UNLIMITED
Or,
The Swingers
By
JAY LAWRENCE & HARRY NEPTUNE
A Renaissance E Books publication
ISBN 1-58873-382-3
All rights reserved
Copyright © 2004 by Jay Lawrence and Harry Neptune
This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission.
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A Sizzler/Scorcher Edition
CONTENTS
Introduction
Lust or Bust!
Mr. Neptune's Convalescence
Jingle Tingle
Lust At Sea
Trouble In Paradise
INTRODUCTION
Lust Unlimited is a triple-sized slice of sizzling erotica by the bestsellin
g team of Jay Lawrence and Harry Neptune. This hot new collection gathers all their stories about those fictional international swingers, Jay, the woman no man would want to resist, and Harry, the stud who no woman could. Follow the unforgettable adventures of this swinging couple whose erotic exploits are guaranteed to both moisten your undies and split your sides. From Canada to the Caribbean, this dynamic duo takes on all-comers–a tag-team for whom little is off limits and nothing is taken completely seriously! Here's a volume that combines wicked British humor in the style made popular by TV shows like "Absolutely Fabulous" and the hilarious "Carry On" series, with a juicy selection of ultra kinky pursuits! Included in this giant helping of scandalous doings are the novelettes "Lust or Bust!," "Mr. Neptune's Convalescence," "Jingle Tingle," "Trouble In Paradise," plus the full-length novel Lust at Sea. Previously you would have had to purchase three books of short stories and one novel to read these great tales – but now they are yours in one giant volume. An Amazon.com review gives Jay Lawrence's work 5 stars, and raves, "first rate, of a literary standard not often encountered within the erotica genre." When Jay and Harry set forth in search of fun, Lust Unlimited isn't just a title. It's a fact.
The Publishers
Lust or Bust!
"What a dismal place! Now, don't get me wrong, my darling, I'd come to see you if you were camped out in the frozen wastes of Siberia, but I have to say you deserve a medal for surviving here as long as you have."
I reclined on Harry's new sofa, savoring its luxuriant squishiness and gratefully imbibing a glass of red wine. It had been a long day of bouncing bus followed by cut-price airline and hedonism seemed like the perfect antidote to my travel travails. Harry sighed in agreement, busy multi-tasking dinner in the open-plan kitchen of his apartment. Intriguing savory whiffs issued from the oven and my stomach gurgled a distress call.
"Don't I know it, dearie. It wouldn't be so bad if there was something I could actually despise about this town, but it's just plain blah."
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