by Abigail Grey
Jenny in front of her suddenly cried out, a gush of liquid from her pussy coating Cat’s lips. Cat licked her lips, keeping her mouth gentle on Jenny’s sensitive flesh while Brent’s fucking sped up. Soon Cat had to drop her head away from Jenny, panting with the efforts as her inner muscles throbbed around his cock. Jenny turned on the bed, lying alongside them. Her fingers found Cat’s nipples as they hung under her, bouncing with each thrust. Cat squeaked when she pinched them.
Brent’s commentary continued throughout. “You can’t even think right now, can you, slut? It’s just like an animal, focused totally on your fucking wet hungry hole. There’s nothing else in that little bimbo brain of yours, is there? Just this cock fucking you and the taste of cunt on your lips. You’re drifting in that red haze, just waiting for the words, aren’t you?” Brent chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into Cat’s hips. “Beg me, whore. Beg me to say them.”
“Oh God, please”, Cat breathed. Her voice came out breathless, sounding every bit like the bimbette he had named her. “Please say it. Oh please, oh please, oh please. I’ll do anything, just please, please, please say them.”
Jenny’s lips brushed Cat’s ear. “Anything? You promise?”
“Oh, yes, I swear. Anything, please, oh please. Just let me cum, please, please.” Cat panted, her brow furrowed.
“Fucking cum then, you bitch. Cum now, cunt.”
Cat’s cry was muffled as Jenny pushed her face into the pillow she had been sitting on. She felt the spasms in her pussy, pushing out her juices and letting them cover her skin and Brent’s. Moments later she felt Brent’s cock jerk inside her ass, triggering a small aftershock style throb inside her again while he filled her ass with his cum.
Pulling away, Brent was slightly surprised to see her turn, taking his softening cock in her mouth. Jenny giggled and began to pet Cat’s hair. “What a good little bitch. That’s right, clean up your mess.”
Cat’s eyes drifted open and the other two wondered slightly at the glassy look in her eyes. Brent pushed her away as her mouth began to work on hardening him again. She resumed the kneeling position she had adopted earlier, tits lifted and eyes downcast.
Jenny looked at the glistening on Cat’s thighs. Her mind began to work fast, developing ideas and plans. Brent slid off the bed, escaping to the bathroom to clean up.
Jenny consulted her pages again. “Slut, present.”
Cat’s back arched her hands to the bed now to lean back. Her legs spread slightly farther, her tits pointed to the ceiling. Her face turned to the side, her eyes closed tightly as if in a wince. Jenny smiled. Two of her fingers thrust hard into Cat’s cunt. A gasp escaped the submissive girl.
Massaging the inside of Cat’s pussy, Jenny read a little more of the pages she held. Full of information about the girl whose pussy she held, the blog was turning into priceless material. Cat’s hips began to pump along with Jenny’s fingers. Jenny pressed a third finger in, marveling at how quickly Cat’s pussy juiced up. When Brent returned, Jenny had stopped reading and was working on holding Cat still while she worked in a fourth finger. Cat’s hips bucked violently and her shrieks were growing louder.
“Fuck!” Jenny yanked her hand away, leaving Cat humping air for a few moments. “Where’s the rope, cunt?”
Cat’s arm pointed immediately and insistently at the closet. Within minutes, her wrists were bound above her head and her knees were bound as far apart as possible. Her large ball gag stretched her lips. A large bottle of lube lay between her legs, where Jenny worked the fourth finger in, pumping it hard. After Cat’s hips calmed again, Jenny began to duck-bill her hand, pressing the thumb along her cupped palm. Cat began to shake, her breath hissing in and out of her nose. Jenny poured more lube over the palm and heel of her hand, twisting it as she pumped in and out. Cat’s eyes squeezed closed and a scream bubbled up behind the gag. Her legs shook so hard that one came free of the ropes, nearly succeeding to close them against the invasion of her cunt.
Brent, sitting and closely watching, grabbed her leg, stretching them wide again. He straddled her body, holding her immobile just as Jenny’s hand slipped in completely.
Cat squealed again, her pussy throbbing around Jenny’s hand. Her screams continued in shrieking breaths before they realized she was trying to say something. Brent laughed.
“I bet you a blowjob”, he chuckled to Jenny.
“You’re on”, she said.
“Cum, bitch. Cum all over her hand you little fuckdoll."
Cat screamed into the gag, her pussy gushing.
Audience
I walked along a dimly lit corridor, aware of my heavy breathing and skimpy clothing. My high heeled shoes clicked on the cement floor. I slowly push open the door, blinking at the sudden onslaught of bright stage lights.
I heard the smattering of applause as I ascended the steps, slowly revealing my appearance. My hair was pinned in an artful knot at the top of my head, tendrils coming loose already to curl around my ears and the black metal frames of my glasses. My makeup was done for me, emphasizing the long sweep of my eyelashes, innocent-seeming wideness of my eyes, and the full plumpness of my lips. My neck was encircled with a slim black ribbon, the ends trailing down to tickle the skin revealed by the low cut suit-style jacket. My skirt was shorter than I would normally wear, revealing glimpses of my stocking band with the last few steps up I took to the stage. Finally my four-inch heels touched the stage floor and I stood straight, my view restricted to just a foot from the stage because of the bright lights glaring. A clap sounded to my right and I looked over blankly for a moment.
A tall form stood partially obscured in the shadows beyond the lighting. He pointed to the wooden chair in the center of the lights. I walked over slowly and sat, resting my elbows on the arms of the chair. I heard footsteps come closer and started to turn my head toward the sound. A hand gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to look forward only. A voice, familiar but not familiar enough to recognize, directed me to face forward at all times or I would be blindfolded. I nodded in response and felt his grip on my neck ease.
Very quickly I found myself tied to the chair, my wrists and elbows to the arms, my torso to the slatted back, and my legs were spread and tied knee and ankle to the legs of the chair. A glint of metal reflected in the spotlights. I twitched when I realized it was the glare of a knife blade. I opened my mouth slightly and the voice returned just behind my ear.
“Don’t worry, slut, it’s not for your skin.”
The sound of cloth tearing accompanied my ensuing gasp. I felt air move around my hips as he forcefully pulled the torn fabric of my skirt from under my ass. The motion pulled my hips slightly forward on the chair, tilting my pussy forward. Next the knife passed over my head, past my eyes and down further. I felt myself tremble and I closed my eyes. I felt a quick pluck at my torso level and heard the light clatter as something hit the floor before me. The action and noise repeated and my jacket slid open on my stomach. I heard a quiet mumbling in front of me and again opened my eyes, the brightness of the lights hiding the movement and faces beyond their reach. The knife once again sliced into fabric and cut the sleeves above the bindings on my arms, leaving me the protection from the rough ropes. With the cloth cut from my elbow to armpit and down my sides, he was able to simply lift the jacket away. The strapless bra I wore was sliced with a quick flick of his wrist between my tits, eliciting a hiss of fear from me. His hand then turned, dragging his knuckles down my stomach with the knife held in his fist.
My breath escaped in a shaky moan that neared a sob as I felt the tip of the knife inch under the side of my bikini panties. His hand pinched the strap together around the knife, cutting it quickly but holding the pieces together. The knife slid to the other side, cutting the strip of satin-covered elastic on that side too. Like the skirt, he gripped the satin and pulled it from under my ass. A quick perusal and removal of the bra from behind my back left him to speak to the audience, reminding that these techniques were easy to
master but also easy to misuse.
I felt the air conditioning in the room all over as I looked down at my body that now only had pieces of sleeves on my forearms, the ribbon around my neck, stockings on my legs, and my heels on my feet. I faintly heard the light applause once again and I looked up at the man who stood next to me. Before I saw his face clearly, the blindfold slipped over my eyes.
Sir
She knelt in the middle of the room. Her chin tipped upward, allowing the long lean line of her throat to be exposed. With her back arched slightly, her tits seemed to quiver with each deep breath she took.
His posture on the couch spoke of nothing more than casual relaxation. He smiled and turned his head away to respond to the question voiced to him. He watched her from the corner of his eye, seeing her try to make her position look natural and unaffected. His eyes glanced around the room at the multiple people focused on conversation. He looked back at her, taking in her expression of levity and letting the sound of her laugh curl his lips.
She turned her head, tossing her short hair out of her face as she laughed. Her eyes met his and she let the corner of her lips lift in a secretive smile as she arched her back out further. He winked at her surreptitiously before continuing his conversation.
The night wore on slowly, their eyes meeting briefly over and over. One by one their guests left, making their way into the snowy night. As the last of the visitors left, he turned to look at her.
She had resumed her position in the center of the living room, kneeling again with her chin raised and her eyes flashing with promises for him. He walked toward her, taking in the quiet defiance in her seemingly submissive pose. He paused in front of her and lifted a hand to trail the fingertips over her cheek slowly. As they drifted over her jaw line, his hand circled her throat.
With a gentle pressure, he indicated she should stand, increasing the pressure even as she obeyed the silent command. When she stood tall before him, his grip was anything but gentle, yet her smoky eyes, full of seductive promise, met his still. Seeing this, he pushed her away, seemingly disgusted. She stumbled for a moment before drawing herself up straight again, moving her hands behind her and arching her back out once more.
He shook his head and bit out a single word. “Water.”
She immediately walked to the kitchen, retrieving a glass of cold water for him. After handing it to him, she knelt at his feet, adopting the same posture as before.
He drank slowly, his unoccupied hand gently running through her hair and over her ears, eyes, and cheeks. A few moments passed before he went to one knee beside her, his hand opening on the side of her head and pressing down slowly. Her cheek met the carpeted floor and he released her. He stood again, leaving her bent to the ground and took the few steps to stand at her other side, out of her view.
The crack seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room as his hand met the cheek of her ass. He saw the play of muscles tensing in her back and heard her sharp intake of breath, but she remained otherwise quiet and immobile. He smiled slightly and repeated the slap to the other side, using more force than usual because of the denim encasing her tonight. She again remained silent. He continued, slowly, alternating cheeks until he saw the reaction he had been waiting for. One of her legs twitched up, her foot leaving the floor only momentarily, accompanied by a low moan. He reached down then, twining his fingers in her hair. He drew her back up to a kneeling position and handing her the now empty glass he had been holding. He nodded to the coffee table and end tables, on which many dishes now sat idle since their users had discarded them.
She rose and began to clear the debris, taking them to the kitchen and preparing them to be washed. He smiled, pleased with her obedience, and began to help her.
When the living room was once again to its normal, clean state, he took her hand. He led her to the bedroom, where he gently indicated she should kneel. She did so, adopting his instructed posture for her to kneel, back arched and chin up. He held out his hand and she quickly undid the necklace she wore, handing over the delicate key hanging from the chain. He moved quickly to a trunk at the foot of the bed. He moved the blanket from the top and unlocked the trunk with the key. He turned and quietly instructed her to remove her shirt, glasses and bra, and close her eyes.
She did as he commanded, her shirt being tossed to the side, and upon closing her eyes her hearing immediately engaged. She heard the gentle click of metal on metal, a soft whisper of cloth, and the nearly inaudible sound of something heavy but soft bumping the edge of the trunk. She then heard the trunk close.
Shortly after, she felt something cold slide against her neck and over her head. He held it from catching in her hair, but she felt the links of chain drift down her forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin. He lifted her hair free and settled the chain around her neck, tightening it slightly with a gentle tug on the leash attached to it. She trembled. She knew that this chain would indicate his wish to control her more easily than usual. She knew he was in a mood to be rough when she wore this chain.
She felt him kneel behind her, his hand again running through her hair. He leaned close, burying his face in the strands on the side of her neck. He inhaled deeply near her ear, moving the locks aside with a quick sweep of his hand and placing a gentle kiss on the sensitive spot behind her earlobe. He circled her wrists, slowly drawing them together behind her back. He pulled them down slightly, forcing her shoulders to roll back and her spine to arch even more. She then felt the brush of cloth being wound around her arms, just above her elbows. He drew the cloth tight, keeping her elbows as close together as was possible, before sliding the still long ends around to the front of her body. He crossed the cloth just underneath the fullness of her tits, wrapping it again to meet at her back, where he tied it tightly. They both knew this would keep her arms immobile and out of the way.
He stood and backed up a step. He removed his own shirt, pulling it over his head and leaving his hair somewhat disheveled. He unbuckled his belt, watching the way she tensed when he pulled the leather from the belt loops. He dropped the belt on the floor and quickly divested himself of his pants, socks and boxers. He then leaned over to pick up the last item he had removed from the trunk. Walking around her quivering body, he saw her trying to breathe deeply and relax. He stepped directly in front of her, letting his cockhead push gently at her lips.
She immediately opened her mouth wide, her tongue lying over her bottom teeth. He let his cock slide slowly over her tongue, feeling her suck breath around his hard dick before closing her lips and letting him push farther into the moist warmth of her mouth.
He pulled out quickly, setting her off balance for a moment before letting his tip touch her bottom lip. Once again she opened her lips wide, prepared to take him in. He pulled away and pressed the rubber ball between her lips instead.
Her eyes flew open as she tried to adjust to the width of the ball. She looked at him in shock. The expression in his eyes hardened and he stated, “Present.”
She arched her back as far as she could without the support of her hands, turning her face away to offer him the blank canvas of pale skin on her breasts. He quickly buckled the straps on the gag and pulled away.
The slaps came quickly, eliciting quiet squeaks from her as each landed sharply across the sensitive flesh. After a dozen of such slaps, again alternating right to left, he palmed one breast and pinched the nipple of the other, pulling her to look at him with a gentle tug on the puckered areola. She looked up at him again, her breathing a bit more erratic and shallow.
“What did you do wrong, pet?” he inquired in a gentle tone.
She closed her eyes briefly before opening them again to look at him, indicating the action that had earned his punishment.
Nodding, he murmured, “Good girl.” He praised her for her attentiveness with a gentling of the grip on her nipple even as he bent forward to sooth it with his tongue.
A soft moan was released from behind the gag and she arched back out gently. Her m
uffled noises, unable to escape her wide spread and blocked lips, seemed to purr from her throat.
He stood without warning and tangled his fingers in her hair. He pulled steadily but slowly, pulling her to her feet and toward the bed. Pausing briefly, he slid her pants and panties off her hips and down her legs. His silent direction urged her onto her knees on the bed, where he again had her bend her cheek to the bedspread. His hand dragged down her spine, drawing his eyes to the way her body rolled up to meet his touch. He slowed his fingers, lifting his hand so that his fingertips just skimmed the surface of her skin. He watched with a smile as she lifted her hips to attempt increasing the pressure of his fingers on her lower back.
When she reached the arch he wanted he aimed a quick slap to the bottom curve of her ass. “Stay”, he directed, watching her adjust slightly in order to keep the posture he wanted. Because of the low-to-the-ground build of her bed and her petite height, he was able to admire the spread of her legs and the glisten of freshly shaved skin between them. He ran a finger over one of her taut ass cheeks, admiring the flex of muscle underneath the skin. His finger reached the crease of her lips and he took in the sudden pulse as her pussy seemed to bloom toward the light touch.
Without warning he drove the finger inside her gently spread hole, his other hand moving to grip her hip to keep her balanced. A sharp squeal emanated from her gagged mouth and she seemed to convulse before allowing her back to sag into an even deeper arch, effectively pushing her hips back to meet the invasive finger. He drew out slowly, adding another finger to push in gently this time.
His voice washed over her as she tried to concentrate on keeping her balance. “Easy, pet. Good girl. That’s a good, wet, little slut. Are you ready for it? You sure feel ready for it. Shhhh, easy, girl.” His relaxing words and calm tone quieted her, inducing her to take deep breaths and focus more clearly on his words and less on the distracting actions of his fingers. Slowly it occurred to her what he had asked and she spread her legs further, almost imperceptibly.