by Ingrid Walsh
- Exposure tonight is intended for BDSM public. - she looks at me. I look for signs of discomfort in her big green eyes, since it is all I see through the mask. I do not detect anything other than surprise there. With surprise I can handle. Lower my head and kiss her shoulder gently, rising to the neck where mordisco with the intention of lowering their defenses. Ella gasps. - Let's move. You will love, love. Promise. Antonella With surprise I can handle. Lower my head and kiss her shoulder gently, rising to the neck where mordisco with the intention of lowering their defenses. Ella gasps. - Let's move. You will love, love. Promise. Antonella With surprise I can handle. Lower my head and kiss her shoulder gently, rising to the neck where mordisco with the intention of lowering their defenses. Ella gasps. - Let's move. You will love, love. Promise. Antonella
Dio Holy! He brought me to a BDSM event. I struggle to use all the royal training and keep myself indifferent, at least overseas. However, this is difficult as in my eyes run cautiously for the environment. Everyone is wearing a mask, which leaves me less apprehensive. You can not tell who is who, grazie a Dio. A diaphanous light bathes the room in soft iridescent tones. The decor is a bold mix but surprisingly harmonious modern art with medieval. Spot an armor that reminds me of the museum room in my house in Ardócia. I'm taking it all when a blonde waitress, dressed only in red corset and tiny panties in front of us, offering us champagne and caviar canapes on a silver platter. The atmosphere here screams wealth, but it is shadowed with something that permeates the air - debauchery. naked deprivation. There are people dressed to the nines as if in a dance gala. But there are also men and women holding their partners through chains attached to collars of all kinds. Cáspita. That's a bit extreme, no? Be publicly dragged as a mere adornment, an object. The feeling is unsettling, to say the least. I play unconsciously my choker. While yesterday was delicate, today is thicker. Striking. Two bright loops and a small ruby in the center. My mouth is dry suddenly. I look Mike eye corner to give his reaction to the scantily clad waitress. To his credit, he only takes two glasses on the tray, thanking briefly his eyes never deviating to the generous breasts threatening to escape at any time. A cocky smile touches his mouth when he hands me my obviously laughing at the way the wanted to take the leap. Dio, he is simply breathtaking with a dark suit and mask in the same tone. Black eyes shine mysterious and dangerous through the cracks of the fabric. The firm nose and mouth sensually sinful highlighting. - Waitresses scantily clad? This is not a little cliche? - I scoff.
- Did you like the view? - I question ironically. His deep laugh sounds, making me snort. I take a sip of the drink. - I'm not in the organization, doll. I can not stop the scantily clad girls to move. - retorts, taking a sip from his cup. I snort again, averting his eyes to the eccentric mass of bodies distributed throughout the environment. A waiter wearing only a bow tie and a minimum swimsuit comes into my field of vision and I smile internally. Well, it seems that someone from the organization thought of gender equality. - Hey Princess! You are facing the bombadão there? - Mike growls, pulling me by the ass, hand digging into flesh, marking their territory. Not restrain a victorious grin. - I was not staring.
- I say sweetly. - Complain to the organization, expensive mio. Another menacing growl leaves your mouth. - Keep trying me that cheeky little mouth, sub ... - her lips curve in familiar wicked smile and he whispers - and will be punished with my dick stuck to the throat right here, in the middle of the room. I choke with its coarse promise. However, my vagina pulsating shameless. Madonna mia ... I'm so perverted. But I know that's just teasing me. I would never do something like that to me. Or do? Mike must have read my conflict because his smile widens more, eyes burning behind the mask. - Come, little doll. I want your expert opinion on the works. I might get one or two games to our room ... Huh? - says in a seductive and dark mix that makes my clit throb. Dio, how pronounced games room is so profane, that carries me automatically to the perversions I left that made me in our last session. I gasp softly. He laughs, knowing exactly how to work with me, like pulling out the lewd creature that lives under the bark of polished princess. His hand goes up, but still possessively on my hip, keeping me glued to him as he leads me to the other part of the room through a thin partition, probably improvised exhibit. I try not to face anyone as they crossed the diverting of one and another couple, sometimes groups involved in conversations. All sip their champagne glasses or glasses of whiskey. - You can ride my dog later, friend. She does anal like no ...
Dio mio! Startle me at these words as we passed near a trio. A tall blond man, dressed in an impeccable suit - no one would say such a crude phrase would come from his mouth - is holding a loose chain leading to the collar on the neck of a statuesque brunette. There is another guy, equally refined appearance - above suspicion to the naked eye - ironizo them and ourselves, since we must also look the same for others. The dark man has broad shoulders and is with both hands full ... A squeezing a breast of the girl and the other dipped between her thighs. The friend who will assemble it later, I suppose. Dio help. We are in Sodom or Gomorrah? The reaction of the girl is what most strikes me, though. She is beaming, even a sign of discomfort by having his ass offered to another man by his gift. Holy shit. - Many worlds in one, baby. - Mike whispers in my ear, noticing my reaction to the unusual trio. - Remember to keep an open mind. There are several types of people, as well as various types of BDSM relationship. I told you a little about it. - I know, amore mio. - I thank you for the sensitivity to understand how I feel. - It's just ... - What, love? his voice softens. - Do not enter my head that a man or woman can share your partner. Not if he or she really love this person. - I roll my eyes. - And do not you dare tell me to keep an open mind. - I warn you. He laughs heartily. Mike always loved my jealousy. - I fully agree. - his voice is low while directing us to the first frame. - No one will touch her doll. Never. - says his hardest and firmly. - I'm crazy, obsessed with you. No one but me touch that skin, that perfect body. Just me. Always me. - growls. - Then stop doing this beautiful pout and tell me about the picture. - slows down at the end. A goofy grin slowly spreads across my face and I direct attention to the work ahead of us. Va bene. I appeased. - Um ... Botticelli's Venus. - mumble watching the illuminated screen for small foci of light on the sides. - Glad to know that this exposure has its serious aspect, after all. - not restrain the irony in my tone. Mike smiles and pulls me tighter against his body. I spend talking about the Italian artist and the work interpretations. We dry our glasses, which are quickly replaced with new ones by the impeccable and attentive service. We move to the second frame. Almost choking with champagne in front of one of the parts beyond the bold French painter and illustrator, Edouard-Henri Avril. He portrayed the descriptions of Greco-Roman sexual practices contained in the German philosopher's book, Friedrich Karl Forberg, De Veneris Figuris published in 1824. The famous book contains no less than ninety-five sexual positions illustrated by Edouard. The picture before us illustrates an orgy where everyone takes everyone. I think it makes me remember a teacher I had in college. She had a weakness for artists that leaned toward the erotic in its manifestations of art. When one of the classmates referred to the same frame as a Way of the time, Forbes Lady lost the line. Needless to say, he failed in that discipline, it is not? She would be ecstatic at the exhibition, I bet. I laugh lightly. We passed a few more works. All with some blatant or implied sexual activity. When I close my enthusiastic speech last, I turn the last sip of my glass. - His intelligence excites me, princess. - whispers in my ear, cold drink mouth sucking the lobe, nipping it later. - It is sexy to hear her speak of these artists who lived so long ago. However, the way we talk about their lives, their convictions, seduces the viewer.
- he licks my neck lightly. Shivers skating on my skin. - It's like you know your most secret desires ... It is simply fascinating, Ella. His praise leaves me floating. I feel a few centimeters from the ground. Good, my Jimmy Choo shoes fifteen centimeters and the fact that he finished the second glass of cha
mpagne also contribute to the feeling. However, it is the warmth, genuine and affectionate admiration in his tone that undoes me. - Grazie. - I turn my head to look at him. He pulls me forward, our bodies coming together in an intimate and yummy hug. Bestowing his neck with the free arm. - I just get excited. There is nothing exceptional. - say half embarrassed. - That's passion, my love. - he whispers, bright eyes locked on mine, his hand caressing my waist and back on the fabric fuchsia dress. It is a model of one-shoulder, torso and marked on the skirt gently flowing to the mid-thigh. Mike chose to today. In fact, he chose everything, even my lingerie. The bra cup is half dug so that almost appear the nipples, and the panties, although not a thong, is equally or even more decadent. Pure silk is so thin that makes me excited with the touch of extremely soft shaved my lot. Oh, and the best part, it suited me well. Si, an erotic controversially experience that had me gasping and he smiling smug. I never thought it was exciting a man wearing a woman. Mike proved to me again that I still have a lot to learn. Lucky for me that I have a great teacher. Dio, who tastier man. - You pass the passion he feels for art to people listening. Do not try to reduce it. - the sensual mouth on my farm. - I heard it let me hard. As hard fucking. - grunts, rubbing his erection in my belly. I laugh every cheek before his tongue licking the seam of my lips. I will entreabro and he dives, licking me sensually. I groan, pulling its firmest head and handing me the slow, delicious kiss. His hand down to my ass and knead the flesh, bringing our pelvis together. I lean, rubbing me into his massive cock. My sex trembles, throbbing and moistening, eager to feel him stretching me, filling completely. We kissed unhurried and sucking, nibbling. We accelerate and eat hungry, then back to soft, so exciting licks. I'm giddy with pleasure, delivered to your skillful and demanding mouth devouring mine. - Mike ... - groan, an implicit request on your behalf. He snarls and slows down again, just sucking my lower lip until it separates our mouths. We are panting loudly, oblivious to the movement around us. He laughs evil and pushes me gently. - Let's explore the second floor. - his voice is hoarse and rough. - There are pictures on display, so I was told. A waiter appears and got rid of the empty bowls. Mike picks up a glass of whiskey and went back to the salon. We crossed all the way to the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. There are already couples huddled on couches spread through the room. Very snug, by the way. I see some touching openly without any inhibition. - Will they ... Here? - I ask softly as we started up the stairs.
- Fucking? - there is a hint of laughter in his voice. He loves to shock me with his perverted world. - If you are horny, yes, doll, they will climb here. It's a BDSM encounter. Do not leave the display fool you ... Madonna mia. Mike picks up a glass of whiskey and went back to the salon. We crossed all the way to the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. There are already couples huddled on couches spread through the room. Very snug, by the way. I see some touching openly without any inhibition. - Will they ... Here? - I ask softly as we started up the stairs. - Fucking? - there is a hint of laughter in his voice. He loves to shock me with his perverted world. - If you are horny, yes, doll, they will climb here. It's a BDSM encounter. Do not leave the display fool you ... Madonna mia. Mike picks up a glass of whiskey and went back to the salon. We crossed all the way to the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. There are already couples huddled on couches spread through the room. Very snug, by the way. I see some touching openly without any inhibition. - Will they ... Here? - I ask softly as we started up the stairs. - Fucking? - there is a hint of laughter in his voice. He loves to shock me with his perverted world. - If you are horny, yes, doll, they will climb here. It's a BDSM encounter. Do not leave the display fool you ... Madonna mia. I see some touching openly without any inhibition. - Will they ... Here? - I ask softly as we started up the stairs. - Fucking? - there is a hint of laughter in his voice. He loves to shock me with his perverted world. - If you are horny, yes, doll, they will climb here. It's a BDSM encounter. Do not leave the display fool you ... Madonna mia. I see some touching openly without any inhibition. - Will they ... Here? - I ask softly as we started up the stairs.
- Fucking? - there is a hint of laughter in his voice. He loves to shock me with his perverted world. - If you are horny, yes, doll, they will climb here. It's a BDSM encounter. Do not leave the display fool you ... Madonna mia.
- Open-minded, love ... - his tone is softer and compassionate. - Even more? - I snort. He growls. - Excuse me, sir. - add with false candor. He growls even louder, but then smiled deeply. Si, you are enjoying seeing me out of my comfort zone. Depraved. His arm snared my waist when we reached the top and walked down the hall. Up here the lighting is softer. yellow lamps come from within the walls only in a few spots, casting an air of mystery and sensuality around. There are fewer people here too, grazie a Dio. Not that I'm a prude, far from it by already let Mike do to me ... But I prefer to do our thing in private. So here is a lot to me. We stopped at the first picture and my breath gets stuck in the throat. It's huge, almost the height of the wall. A woman is naked, wearing only a leather collar, kneeling in submissive pose, hands tied behind his back. And he is performing oral sex on his gift, which has a coiled whip in one hand. The way the picture was taken does not show clearly their faces. I have to admit that is an image of very good taste, certainly captured by the lens of a professional. Hedonistic, but beautiful. The image of women sucking big thick dick man excites me. Shamefully ons. A delicious warmth down my spine, belly, settling intrusively in the vagina. There is fear mixed with lust. Whips scare me. However, even scared, quietly gasp, joining thighs, my clit pulsing with erotic scene before us. - This excites? - Mike's husky, deep voice sounds in my ear. I moan more to feel his breath blowing in my skin. He laughs. His hand traces seductive patterns on my hip, advancing the hipbone, retreating and starting again. - Do not be embarrassed by it. You've been so brave so far, little doll. - I moan louder, worshiping their flattery. - Ninha girl obedient. murmurs, his voice luring me as his lips suck my ear. Gasp, my panties getting soaked. Never be ashamed to like our sexual style, Ella. - your hand up and caresses my breasts over her dress, stoking my nipples starting to ache with his mouth, sucking them. - We are like this. You and me, two halves that are completed perfectly. Never feel embarrassed by my love being submissive, my bitch, bitch, all I want it to be. That's how we are. At this point, you should know that not be satisfied with just vanilla sex. - he takes my nipple on top of the fabric and the press between finger and thumb. - You need more, baby. As I always needed more. - Oh, Dio ... Mike ... - I look around, startled. But no one is looking at us. In fact, everyone is focused on their own thing. Oh, Dio Mio! I arregalo eyes when I see a couple having sex in the hall. The guy is furiously putting the woman from behind, pinning her against the wall. fallen pants at the ankles and the woman's dress up, showing everything they are doing. He pulls out and beats strongly, tearing screams of pain and ecstasy in equal measure. My legs begin to tremble. Holy shit. Snort, my vagina throbbing despudoramente against my will. - This is too much .. . I do not know how I feel in this environment ... - croak, but my voice is very breathless, handing me totally. Mike holds my chin, forcing our eyes to meet. Your eyes are burning through the mask. - Are you excited.
- ensures with a touch of arrogance. - A little scared too, but like it here. It's just the impact ... - mutters. - Tell me, looking into my eyes, what is frightening indeed? - the iris onyx hypnotize me. - II do not know ... - mio, stuck in his penetrating gaze. - I'm not a prude, Mike, you know that. - snort defensively, ripping a means slow smile. - Ufa! You were worrying me, princess. - whispers with a touch naughty in her tone. - We need to talk about sex, baby. Fuck. - the words slowly roll from his mouth to my ear, causing me delicious chills. - Fuck is as natural to me as breathing, eating, drinking ... Everyone does it. Some more, some less. More daring ... - his low, wicked laugh makes me shudder. - Others are tedious and behaved. - snorts. - However, as society can judge someone by the way that person loves to fuck? How to categorize
and box all in pre-established standards? I refuse to be placed in a fucking box. - You make it sound so easy ... - whisper. He leads me to the next photo. This is even more shocking. A woman being made sandwich by two men. The two seem to be their Domes. There are two chains attached to his collar. Wow. They are on a sofa. She sat on one, taking his cock in the vagina, while the other enters the ass. The following two photos are of the same trio. different angles, different positions. In the last session, she is at the center of the couch with a man on each side, hanging his head in ecstasy back, lips parted. Two sets of big hands and mouths explore your body without shame. The two are sucking each breast, hands down the belly, rebounding the woman's vagina, each set of fingers opening her vulva red for the camera. Cáspita! I am breathless. Completely and totally shocked. Never seen anything so transgressive and sinful in my life, and it makes me remember the rumor about Lucas and Samuel. - It is true that his brothers like ... Huh, this kind of sex? - inquire unable to take my eyes photo. The photographer is exceptionally talented. All photos are shocking for the content, but perfect in the light focus. A subtle elegance can pass through the deprivation. I am delighted, I must admit. Mike is silent for a moment. Maybe they are invading the land of loyalty between brothers.
- I would not say it to others, but you are my wife, and there should be no secrets between us. - whispers. - Yes, Ella. The twins like to fuck a girl at the same time. - says simply. I'm not surprised. My cousins have always been very shifty and I always got a conversation here and there ... But then again, who am I to judge the sexual style them? It would be hypocritical of me when I have my own perversions. It is clear that the matter is closed when Mike pulls me down the hall toward the darkest part of the room. We left in a kind of anteroom with two armchairs and a coffee table near a small rail. Here we have a view of the hall from a new angle. - Enough talk, princess. - whispers in my ear, dark and domineering tone making my skin tingle and my heart throb. - I want my good little bitch now ... Positions up behind me, his nose gliding smooth and provocative on my shoulder. I can feel the soft velvet black mask you are using. I shudder when his teeth scrape my skin, up to the ear. Gasp, clutching the iron rod in front of me. The buzz downstairs is in full swing. Dusk Till Dawn Zayn with Sia share is playing the speakers scattered around the eccentric gallery. I am in a serious case of love with this song since its launch. low moan when big and strong hands caress my arms up and down with slow seduction. All my skin shivers. He grabs my wrists and secured with a single hand. Cava in one of his pockets with the other and start snorting, my heart racing when he brings a kind of clamp and adjust, holding my wrists together. Dio Holy, what will he do? I wonder more lively than it should be in these circumstances. It's dark up here, but we are in a public place. I should tell you to stop. However, the fear that someone sees us excites me, I must admit. Si, I am a princess so wanton, can say. It also would be if they had a beautiful and dominating the prince enticing. That's my only defense. - Does it excites, slave? - indulgently whispers in my ear.