“Un. Un. Un. Un!” He opens his hand and plants it on my tit, taking half my chest in his hand. He puts his hand on my neck, and lifts my head to look at him. He locks eyes with me, and I go gooey inside.
“Daddy. Daddy. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll do anything to be your good little girl…”
He pulls his cock out of me, and rolls over on to his back. “Come down here,” he growls. My hands are still restrained behind my back. He helps me move down the bed. He takes my head in his hand, and directs me to his cock.
I take his meaning, and take him into my mouth. He groans louder than ever, when I do. I moan softly for him. His cock is sticky and hard, and every few seconds another spurt of pre-cum lands on my tongue.
I keep moaning for him. I love my Daddy. I love my Daddy. I—
He cries out, and squeezes me hard in his hands. He shoots his cum into my mouth, over my tongue. Hot, pearly cum splashes in my mouth, and I suck hard on his cock. He trembles beneath me, as he shoots the last of his cum in my mouth. I swallow it all, and slowly, slowly let him go of my mouth with a soft little pop.
He pulls me up to look him in the eye, and kisses me hard on the lips. I love when he does that…
He sets me down on the bed, and unbinds my wrists. He wraps his powerful arms around me, and cuddles me close. “Good girl. You’re my favorite good girl.” He kisses my forehead, and rocks me in his arms.
I drift off to sleep in his arms, dizzy with pleasure.
CHAPTER TEN
Tie Me UP, Strip Me DOWN
I’ve been dating Joseph now for a little over a year. We try out new restaurants. We walk my dog together. We take in a live show, every now and again. But my favorite times with him… are when I get to call him Master.
He is my Master, and I am his Sweetness. He dotes on me. He tells me what to do. There’s something that is just so fucking freeing, in the act of surrender. I give him my power for a while, and he puts me to good use.
When I come for my Master— especially if I’m tied up— there’s an intensity to it that I can’t really get, otherwise. Don’t get me wrong, I love vanilla sex with Joseph, too. It’d get pretty boring if ALL we did was the kinky stuff. But still.
It’s the second Saturday of the month: Dungeon night. Part of me has been looking forward to this all week. My work week is done, and now my Joseph and I get to really cut loose and play.
Saturday comes. I get up. I go for a run with my dog, Bruno. When I get home, Joseph is in the kitchen, making egg-white omelets.
Later we go shopping for groceries, and spend the afternoon watching episodes of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. I make us a light supper. Then. Then. It’s time to get ready.
I shower, and blow-dry my hair. Joseph brushes it for me, nice and straight. He pulls it taut into a long black ponytail. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, my cheek. “Babyyyyy, we should go…” He tugs on my ponytail, and my head pulls back. I take a sharp breath.
He’s standing behind me now, before our dresser, with a mirror fixed to the top. He gazes in my eyes through the reflection. “As of right now, I’m taking control. Do you understand, Sweetness?”
I swallow. “Yes, Master.”
He slips his free hand down my chest. He grabs my breast, and squeezes my nipple. I hiss in another breath. “Good. Now put on the corset.”
I do as I’m told, and start to get dressed. I’m about to slip into a pair of panties, when Master holds out the lipstick vibrator. “Put this in.” I look at the small toy in his hand. It’s already on. He wants us to go into the dungeon with that thing already inside my pussy, driving me crazy…
“Yes, Master.” I take the toy from him. I lick my fingers, and coax my folds. I rub my lips. Damn. Tonight’s going to be intense.
I slip the vibrator inside my body. A shiver runs through me. It’s okay. I can handle it…
“Good. Good girl.”
I nod. “May I finish getting ready, Master?” He nods, and that’s all I get. The buzzing inside my pussy makes it hard to concentrate. I’m glad I’m not the one driving us tonight!
I finish putting on the outfit Master has laid out for me. He wears his charcoal suit, a crisp white shirt, and silk tie of deep violet. He looks me over, before we leave. “You look beautiful, Sweetness. It’s time we were on our way.”
I nod, and another shiver dances up my body. Brrr. Off we go.
We arrive at the dungeon after nine PM. Fashionably late. Master doesn’t like to get there too early. He wants the energy in the place to already be going. We walk in, and Master takes my trench coat. Beneath it, I’m wearing stilettos, stockings, black silk panties, my black corset with red trim, and a strapless black bra that just fits with the corset. Master also picked out my lipstick, which is bright cherry red.
Master likes to compliment my body— especially when we’re in public. But it doesn’t change how I feel. It makes me uncomfortable, wearing so little around other people. I know what Master has in mind tonight, and I’ve agreed to it all. But still. It’s going to be humiliating… which is just what Master likes.
He fixes me with a collar— a gift from Valentine’s Day— and a leather leash. He walks me around the dungeon. We say hello to a few regulars. Well. He says hello. I’m not to speak without permission.
I carry Master’s bag. In it are all the things we’ll need. Master shows me off to a few guests, and asks if they’d like to touch me. A blonde woman holds my face in her hand, and turns me this way and that. “I approve, Joseph. She’s a vision.”
Master grins. “If you like her now, you should see her once our scene begins.”
If the vibrator wasn’t already making me squirm, his invitation just puts more butterflies in my stomach. “You’re going to enjoy every minute of it. Aren’t you, Sweetness.”
I nod. I am not allowed to make eye contact, unless given permission. “You can speak.”
“Yes, Master. I’m looking forward to it.”
Master faces me, and without warning, caresses my panties. I can feel his fingers, probing my folds. “You’re wet right now, aren’t you.” It’s not a question. I nod again.
“Yes, Master. I’m very wet for you.”
He steps closer, to whisper in my ear. “Very good. Very good, Sweetness. Now come along.”
I feel people staring at me, as he leads me off. We reach a padded stool. Master tells me to open the bag. I open the bag. Master takes out a thick, black towel. He lays it down over the stool.
Master unhooks the leash from my collar, and puts it in the bag. He leaves the collar on. “Now turn around.” I do as I am told. I do not see it, but I hear Master taking a length of rope out of the bag. It’s white silk, about a centimeter thick. I’m facing the wall, now.
Over the next several minutes, Master binds my wrists together, behind my back. He checks in with me three times, to make sure he isn’t cutting off my circulation. Master binds my arms, above the elbow. Once again, he checks in with me to make sure it isn’t too tight.
Master has spent a great deal of time learning his way around ropes. I’m restrained. I cannot get myself free. But I can still feel my fingers, and I have full circulation. He turns me back around, and my heart goes into my throat. We have an audience. I count at least half a dozen men and women, watching us with interest.
No. Not watching us. Watching me. “Sweetness, step out of your shoes.”
I swallow. Here we go.
I do as I’m told, and step out of my shoes. “Put your foot on the stool, Sweetness. And from now on, answer me when I give you an order.”
“Yes, Master.” I raise my foot up, and put it on the stool. Master rests his hand on my thigh. He squeezes it, hard, and smiles to the people watching me.
“Now. Who would like to take off her stocking?”
A large man in the crowd raises his hand. He’s overweight— he has a beer belly, and he’s wearing a black suit that is too small for him. He comes up, and puts his hand on my thigh, with Master’s permi
ssion. He tugs at the hem of my stocking, and takes his time groping my leg as he slips it off my skin.
I’m starting to sweat. The constant hum in my pussy is driving me crazy, and it’s taking everything I have, not to tremble.
The man wearing black goes back into the audience. A brunette with a pixie haircut steps up to remove my other stocking. She takes a deep breath in through her nostrils, when she touches me. “Mmm. Your Sweetness smells amazing,” she says. She teases a line up and down my thigh.
“Yes. My Sweetness bathed tonight with a little lavender oil. Isn’t that right, Sweetness.”
I nod, lowering my gaze. “Yes, Master.”
The woman grins. “And so well trained. You should be very proud.” She pulls at the stocking, starting at the hem, and then slipping it off my leg.
I moan. Just once. Just a little noise. I take a breath. I can’t help it, the vibrator inside me just won’t stop. Master looks at me with a stern expression. “What was that?”
I bite my lip. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry. But the toy…”
“Will stay right where it is, for now. I didn’t say you could make noise.”
I bow my head. “Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”
He takes my jaw in his hand, and holds my head up. “I’d gag you, but I’m going to have use for your mouth, later.”
Master…
I restrain myself from making any noise. He runs his fingers across my chest, down, down between my breasts. He runs his fingers lightly over the corset. It’s hard, stiff material. It’s all hooks in the front, and ribbon in the back.
He unhooks the top clasp. I draw in a breath. He unhooks the second clasp. There’s seven more of the things, down my body. He unhooks the third. The air in the Dungeon is cool, and I break out in goose bumps as every new inch of my skin is exposed.
The buzzing inside me goes on, and on. I wasn’t lying to Master when I told him I was wet. I am. I’m feeling weak in the knees. He unhooks another clasp. Then another. There’s only two left now.
“I need a special volunteer, now,” Master says. On cue, a manicured hand rises up from the audience. It’s Lana. I didn’t know she was going to be here tonight!
Lana is a playmate of ours. We’ve done scene work together, before. She walks through the crowd (almost a dozen, now) and kisses Master on the cheek. He smirks at me.
Lana looks at Master, and asks him, “May I do the honors?”
Master nods. Lana takes the second to last clasp in her fingers, and unhooks it. Then the last. I take a deep breath. The corset pops open, but stays pressed against my back, with how my arms are bound. Master tugs the corset down, off my body.
“Mmm. She looks ravishing as ever, Joseph.”
He smiles at her. “Thank you. Would you like to help me torture her?”
Master kisses Lana, right in front of me. I’m powerless to stop him, or interfere. I squirm, just standing there. The buzzing inside my pussy goes on, and I break out in a cold sweat, at the temples.
Oh god. Oh god. Lana’s hand traces down Master’s chest, his flat stomach. His groin! She squeezes his groin, right through his pants. He moans with pleasure. He breaks off the kiss, and puts his mouth to her ear.
He speaks loud enough for the two of us to hear. “I want you to take my cock out, Lana. Take it out and show it to my Sweetness. But first…”
Master puts his hand on my shoulder, and gently pushes me down until I’m sitting on the stool. I fight the urge to look up at them both. My heart is pounding and I can’t do anything about it.
Lana pinches Master’s fly in her fingers, and slowly, s l o w l y unzips him. It’s torture. He’s mine! Master’s cock is mine to play with!
Should I use my safe word? Should I stop everything right now? All I’d have to say is ‘Crossroads’ and I’d be free. Lana pauses, once she unzips Master’s fly. I flit my eyes up for a glimpse, and they’re both looking at me.
They’re checking in with me, silently, to see if I’m still okay with this. They’re giving me time to say my safe word. I pinch my lips together, and give a single nod.
I revert my gaze to Master’s groin. Lana’s fingers slip inside his pants. Master groans again…
I can’t see it, but I know Lana is stroking his cock now. Lana’s fingers slip out of his trousers. I stifle a groan of jealousy as she unbuckles his belt, and unbuttons his pants.
Master steps out of his shoes. Lana pulls his pants down, and off. Master takes off his coat.
My mouth waters. The buzzing in my pussy goes on. I’m trembling. I’m squirming in my seat.
Lana slips her hand down under the waistband of Master’s silk boxers. He shuts his eyes a moment. She strokes his cock, before pushing down his boxers. Lana takes my Master’s cock in her hand and squeezes it playfully.
“Unnn…” It slips out of me. I can’t help it. Master’s eyes open, and look down on me.
“I think my little slut is getting excited. Don’t you?”
Lana says nothing. I don’t speak. Master nods at me. “I bet her nipples are hard. Why don’t we take a look and find out?”
What? No. No… no no no. Please master, no. I’m too embarrassed as it is!
Lana reaches behind my back. Oh god. Oh god. I can stay stop anytime I need to. I know that. It feels so good to be teased…
She unfastens the clasp on my bra. The tension across my back disappears. The cups of my bra stay in place, but just barely. I bite my lip.
“Mm. No. I can’t see them. Take it off her.”
I hold my breath as Lana takes the bra in her fingers and pulls it off my chest. I gasp!
The cool air hits my flesh, and my nipples are already hard. I break out in goosebumps. I take several breaths. I’m sitting on the stool, before Master and Lana and a dozen strangers and they’re looking at me.
Master why would you do that? I’m so good to you… Why would you embarrass me like this?? Because it feels fucking amazing.
Oh god. I can feel their eyes on me. My breasts are small, pert things. Master takes my nipple and pinches it. Hard. I try to stifle a moan. I fail. “Mmmmn!”
Master’s cock is still getting hard. He watches me and waits to see if I use my safe word. I can take it. I can take it.
“Well, they’re hard all right. Come give her a feel.”
Lana approaches me, and caresses my skin. I bow my head. I can’t make eye contact. Not without permission. Lana’s fingers are warm on my body. She licks her finger and traces little circles around my breast. “Mm, she’s firm.”
My mouth drops open. She feels so good…
Master takes my jaw in his hand and lifts my gaze to his. “Miss Lana paid you a compliment, you little slut. What do we say?”
“Thank you, Miss.”
Lana smiled at me. “Do you like it when I tell you that your body is firm? Hm? That touching you gets me wet?”
I nod. “Yes, Miss.”
“Stroke me.”
I look up, before I realize that Master wasn’t talking to me. He couldn’t have been. My hands are tied…
Lana takes Master’s cock in her hand again. She strokes him, good and slow. His cock is starting to stand up. She keeps stroking him, and it’s driving me crazy to watch them. I’m sitting there, naked except for my panties. I feel like I’m on the edge of cumming, right now.
Lana gets Master’s cock nice and hard. My heart is jackhammering in my chest. My pussy is going wild with the vibrator humming away inside me. A single drop of pre-cum forms on the tip of Master’s cock.
Lana sweeps it off his cock, on her fingertip. She rubs it around, and into the skin of his shaft.
“Does my Sweetness enjoy watching Miss Lana stroke me?”
I nod. I can’t bring myself to say the words.
“Be honest, now. You have Master’s permission.”
“It makes me… jealous, Master. I want you for my own.”
“I know you do, Sweetness. I know you do.”
He walks up t
o me with his dripping, hard cock. “Suck on me.”
I do as I’m told. I open my mouth, and Master gives me his cock. I suck on him, sweetly. I moan for him. All I want is to please him. To be told I’m his one true Sweetness. I slide my lips down, down his shaft and back up. I moan for him. He takes my ponytail in his fist and pulls back on it. I cry out, and let go of his cock.
“That’s good, Sweetness. That’s very good. Now stand up.”
He lifts me up by the hair, up and up until I’m standing.
Lana stands next to me. I know what he’s going to do.
“Miss Lana… take her panties, will you?”
They wait a breath, to see if I’m going to resist. It’s my best chance to use my safe word, right now. I bite my lip. I want to keep going…
Lana’s fingers slip under my panties, and peel them down. My body tenses up by reflex. Oh god. Oh god. At least I’m still standing. They can’t see my pussy too well while I’m standing. It’s fine. It’s fine.
Master sits me down again. I keep my knees together. I look up at him, pleading.
He strokes my cheek. He gives me another opportunity to say my safe word, I just know that’s why he’s waiting. He’s so hard…
He strokes his cock, and teases my lips with it. “Is this what you want? You want your Master’s cock?”
I can’t take my eyes off his. When I answer him, it comes out a whisper. “Yes.”
I open my mouth, and Master pushes his cock past my lips. I start to suck on him. His cock is salty with pre-cum. I need more. I swirl my tongue round his tip, and moan for him again. I can feel him getting even harder.
I feel a tug on my hair. I cry out, and Master pulls his cock from my mouth. He squats before me, and puts his hands on my knees.
“They’re going to see you now, Sweetness. They’re going to see every centimeter of you.”
Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god don’t stop now
Master pries my knees apart. Lana goes to her knees, stroking my flat stomach, moving her fingers down my pelvis. Master goes to my left side, and turns my head. He shoves his cock in my mouth again. New drops of pre-cum are on him, and I suck him clean.
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