by Tara Sue Me
Something sharp pressed against my back. For a second, I thought it was a knife, but I felt it open and realized it was a pair of scissors. With determined efficiency, he cut through my T-shirt and I gasped as cool air met my skin.
“A lovely bra,” he said, tracing the edges of the lacy cup.
“Beautiful,” an unfamiliar voice called out and I jumped at its sound.
“Anyone else want to see her tits?” Nathaniel asked.
More applause came from the side of the room along with a jumble of voices I couldn’t make out.
Nathaniel stood behind me, running his hands over my shoulders, and he whispered in my ear, “You’re standing in the middle of the living room, facing them. I’m going to strip you naked and they’re going to see every inch of you. First I’ll start with your bra.”
He undid the clasp at the back. “Your breasts will be like a little teaser. Soon, I’m going to have you undress the rest of the way and show them just how wet being treated like this makes you.”
He palmed my breast under the material of the bra and pinched my nipples. His hands were rough as they pulled and stroked. “Too bad you’re all tied up. I’m going to have to cut this bra off so that everyone can see you.”
With two snips of the scissors, my bra was gone and I was topless. There was a murmuring of voices from the men in the room, but they spoke too low and I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Nathaniel was stroking me again.
“Normally, I’d put clamps on her, but she had them on yesterday so I thought I’d do something different today.”
I felt his absence as he stepped away and I couldn’t hear what he did, but there were whispers of approval from across the room.
“Mark her.”
“Make her whimper.”
Just hearing them made me throb with need even as I struggled to hear a hint of what Nathaniel was doing.
“Give me a number, S,” Nathaniel said.
“Five,” a voice that sounded vaguely familiar replied.
“Five on each it is.”
Five what?
Something swished through the air and a sharp slap stung my nipple. Fuck, a crop.
“Again,” someone said and the crop landed a second time, but on the opposite breast.
I couldn’t hold back the, “Owww,” when it landed a third time.
“Silence.” Nathaniel struck a fourth time. “Or else I gag you and double it.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep quiet. It fucking stung. The men in the room started counting each strike and I focused on that to stay quiet.
When they finally called, “Ten,” Nathaniel pressed himself against me. My breasts ached when they rubbed across his shirt.
“You handled that well,” he said. “Now for a little reward.”
His mouth engulfed a nipple, sucking hard and deep, running his tongue across the tip. I swallowed a moan and pushed my chest forward, wanting, needing, more. He granted my request, moving to the opposite nipple and taking it between his teeth, tugging sharply.
He continued his sensual assault on my breasts and it felt as if he was feasting on me. My nipples had grown more sensitive with each of my pregnancies. At times I thought I could come from breast play alone. Every tug, every nip shot straight between my legs, making me crave more.
“I could do this for hours,” he murmured against my skin, “were I not so ready for the next course.” His hand slid down my side and curved around to rest on the top of my ass. “Though I warn you, if I find out you’re not wearing panties, you will be punished.”
He knew as well as I did that he hadn’t laid out panties for me today. Just to be obstinate, I brought my legs together. He hadn’t tied them apart, after all.
“You’re only making this harder on yourself.” The cool metal of the scissors pressed along the cleft of my ass, cutting slowly through the thin cotton of my shorts “Such a waste.” The sharp tip inched around to my front. “I suggest you hold still. I’d hate for my fingers to slip.”
I don’t think I took a breath as he methodically cut my shorts completely away. Inch by torturous inch, the material parted and the metal drew closer and closer to my needy flesh. I whimpered as the scissors slid past my throbbing clit.
“Tsk-tsk-tsk,” he scolded as the shorts fell away. “Look at this. It appears the naughty girl isn’t wearing panties. You know what that means?”
“About time,” a strange voice called from the back of the room.
“Such a shame,” another voice said, and this one I recognized from the day before. From the way Jeff said it, I could tell it wasn’t really a shame.
Nathaniel cupped my ass. “First of all, I have to do something about these legs.”
I felt him move away and when he returned, he attached my ankle to what I recognized as one end of a spreader bar. Being open and exposed shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did. But knowing that Nathaniel was getting ready to do wickedly depraved things to me while others watched heightened my arousal more.
He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest. He fondled my breasts and then ran his hands down my side, sliding a finger along the wetness between my legs.
“You look so hot like this, naked and spread like a sacrifice.” His breath was warm against my ear and my skin broke out in gooseflesh. “They’re all watching me touch you, wishing they were the one with their fingers buried in your pussy. When they’re in bed tonight, I bet they’ll dream about having their dicks in you, fucking you while you’re tied like this. One of them already has his cock out. He’s stroking it.”
I moaned at the thought. Would it be Jeff? I doubted it. That left the stranger and the man with the familiar voice I couldn’t place.
He slapped my ass. “I can smell you, Abigail. That makes you horny, doesn’t it? Knowing he wants to fuck you? That they all want to take turns fucking you?”
It did. God help me, it did.
“They all know, though, that only one cock is allowed that privilege.” He pushed his jean-clad erection against my ass. “But to help them get a feel for how it would be, I might bend you over the arm of a chair and let them watch while I fuck you senseless.” He began rocking his hips. “You’ll be in the perfect position for them to see my cock slowly push inside your pussy. Buried so damn deep inside you. Then I’ll pull almost all the way out and plunge back inside again.”
His fingers had been sliding in and out of me while he talked, but right as I neared my climax, he pulled away.
“No release yet,” he said. “First you have to take the flogging I’m going to give you.”
Something light and airy brushed across my thighs. Rabbit fur. I sighed and relaxed in my bonds. This was what I loved. Nathaniel commanding me as my unyielding Master. Allowing me to hold nothing back, but to give him my all and knowing as I did, that he would give me the same.
He spent a long time working my body with the light flogger, a sign I took to mean that he planned to use heavier ones for quite some time. I’d grown accustomed to the breezy feel of the fur when a harder thud hit my backside. Then there were two, two floggers striking me over and over as his fingers caressed me, transforming the pain into intense pleasure. I was free.
“How are you doing?” Nathaniel asked in a whisper.
“Green,” I managed to get out. “Green, Master. Don’t. Stop.”
He chuckled. “A little more then.”
“Thank you. Thank you,” I replied, but wasn’t sure he heard.
The flogger tails landed faster and harder and carried me along on a pleasure-filled high unlike any I could remember experiencing before. And he was with me the entire time, his strength supporting me, his adoration protecting me.
“Beautiful,” an unknown voice said.
“Amazing,” said another.
“Stunning,” said a t
hird.
But it was the voice I loved that I listened for and finally heard.
“Mine.”
I could tell the minute he started bringing me down, carrying me slowly off the mountain peak I’d been on. And though I wanted to protest, I forced myself to remember that he knew best and that I had to trust him. I doubted our afternoon was over. Something told me he wouldn’t be going without his own climax today.
“Are you with me?” Nathaniel asked.
“Yes, Master.” I was still highly aroused, but the floaty feeling I’d had while he flogged me was wearing off.
He bent down to unbuckle my ankles from the spreader bar, massaging my legs as he did. Then he released my arms from whatever they were attached to, but left them tied together in front of me.
“I’m going to take you to the couch,” he said, gently rubbing my shoulders. “Are you able to walk?”
I stretched each leg. “Yes, Master.”
I’d thought the men were sitting on the couch, but I didn’t feel their presence when he led me to the plush sofa and told me to sit down. I listened, but didn’t hear any movement.
“You’re wondering if they’re still here,” Nathaniel whispered. “Or maybe you’re thinking you imagined the entire thing and they were never here to begin with.”
I’d long ago learned he could nearly read my mind, so it didn’t surprise me like it used to when he voiced what I was thinking. But it hadn’t occurred to me I might have imagined them. I hadn’t done that, had I? They had been here. I’d heard them.
“Maybe they’re here and they’re just being quiet because they’re concentrating on you. Part your lips.”
I obeyed and he put a finger up to my mouth, tracing my lips but not having me suck his finger.
“Maybe they’re watching and imagining this is their finger touching you. Better yet, it’s their cock and you’re getting ready to show them what a good cocksucker you are.”
My heart pounded and he continued to oh-so-easily tease my lips. “Does it make you wet thinking about how aroused you’re making them? You like it when people watch you. Don’t you, you naughty girl?”
It did. Fuck. It got me off.
His hands left me briefly and there was again nothing but silence until I heard him behind me.
“Let’s say the three gentlemen are, in fact, still here. Show them how wet you are thinking about them watching. Knowing they’re getting hard just at the sight of you.”
Still no sound from anyone other than Nathaniel.
He slapped my thigh. “Spread them. Now.”
I moved my legs apart, but since my hands were still tied in front of me, I don’t think they saw much.
“How forgetful of me,” he said. “Let me take care of that.” And with a snip of his scissors, my hands were free. “I want your hands on your knees. Keep your legs spread.”
I felt wanton and wild, but I did as he asked.
“Wider.”
Apparently, it felt like they were wider than they actually were. I moved my knees apart until my position felt obscene.
“That’ll do. Stay still,” he said. “Gentlemen, how about some drinks?”
There was a general murmur and clinking of ice in glasses. I expected Nathaniel to say something to me, but instead I was simply ignored. Or at least it felt that way. The men in the room started chatting in voices so low I couldn’t make out their words.
I stayed in position and waited.
And they talked. And talked. And talked.
Eventually my arms grew tired and my legs ached. And still they ignored me. It was as if I wasn’t even in the room.
Someone put more ice in their glass. I felt like pouting. What point was there in being naked and blindfolded if I was going to be ignored? I briefly considered taking a nap. After all, who would know? I had a blindfold on.
“I think someone’s feeling neglected,” Nathaniel said and I jerked at the surprise of being addressed.
I heard him walk toward me. Something wet was placed on my upper right thigh.
“Don’t let the glass fall,” he said and walked away.
“Mind if I put my glass down?” the unknown person asked.
“Go ahead,” Nathaniel said. “Her other thigh looks bare. It’d be nice for it to be symmetrical.”
There was a snort of laughter from another man and I felt another glass on my left thigh.
“Don’t let that fall, girl,” the unknown voice said. His voice was smooth and seductive. “Though it would interesting to see what your Master would do.”
He didn’t touch any part of me, but I shivered at his words and immediately regretted it. The glasses wobbled, but didn’t fall.
“Now maybe you won’t zone out while we finish our discussion,” Nathaniel said.
Holy shit! They were going to keep talking? What started out as a hot scene had grown tiresome and boring. I was naked in front of a group of men and instead of doing naughty things to me, they were using me as a makeshift coffee table.
I wondered what my blog readers would think of this.
Could I safeword out of boredom?
“Well, Abigail,” Nathaniel said after what felt like hours later. “I hope you enjoyed your little rest. It’s time for the fun to really begin.”
I snorted.
I didn’t mean to snort; it just kind of came out. I blamed it on the time I’d spent on the couch doing nothing but balancing glasses on my thighs. Unfortunately, it did come out and it wasn’t soft. One of the men actually stifled a laugh.
“Was that a snort, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked.
It was probably a rhetorical question. After all, it really didn’t sound like anything other than a snort and even if I tried to pass it off as something else, there were three men other than Nathaniel in the room and they’d certainly heard it.
“Yes, Master. It was a snort.”
“Would you care to explain why you snorted?”
“Well, I was sitting here on the couch, trying to be good and not let the glasses fall and after a while I just got bored. Then I tried to imagine what I’d write on the blog about the last hour. I imagined an entry I would call, I was a coffee table. Probably wouldn’t get a lot of hits. Seriously, what’s hot about a coffee table?”
“I assume you’re getting to the part soon where you snorted instead of all this babbling?” he said.
“Right, the snort. It was just hearing you say it was time for the fun to begin. I thought, ‘Hell, anything would be more fun than this.’”
“Is that all?”
“I may have also thought, ‘About damn time.’”
“I see,” he said. “So I was boring you?”
At that moment I realized I’d stepped in over my head. “You weren’t boring me, Master. It was the coffee table part.”
“Nice of you to finally call me ‘Master.’ Now let me get this straight: you snorted not because I was boring you, but because what I chose to have you do was boring?”
“And it’d make a bad blog post,” I hastened to add so he’d see it wasn’t all me.
“Right. No one wants to read about a coffee table.”
In the silence that followed, the air shifted around me as he came to stand before me. He put one hand lightly around my neck. Nothing restrictive; it was just there.
His voice was cold. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I don’t give a fuck what would make a good blog post. I do what I do because I want to, not because of what makes your readers happy. The day our relationship becomes all about your blog is the day the blog and the job stop. Understand?”
I cringed at the way it sounded coming from his point of view. My heart pounded in my throat. He probably felt it. “Yes, Master.”
“As for being bored, I thought you’d already learned this lesson, but appa
rently you haven’t.” He moved his hand. “Would you gentlemen be so kind as to tell my submissive what we were discussing over drinks?”
The unknown man coughed. “I mentioned how lovely you were sitting on the couch. The light from the window crossing your body right below your breasts. Would be a gorgeous photo.”
“I told your Master how impressed I was that you remained so still,” Jeff said. “Then I suggested he fondle those perky tits to see if he could make you drop a glass.”
That left the man Nathaniel called S. “I was a bit more explicit than these two,” he said. “I told your Master he should fuck you while you struggled to keep the glasses in place. See if you can be still with a cock plundering your pussy.”
“Thank you,” Nathaniel said. “Were any of you bored at all watching Abigail on the couch?”
They all three replied negatively.
“So you see, Abigail,” Nathaniel said. “While you may have been bored acting like our table, we were having a drink and enjoying the sight of you. It pleases me to show you off and if I decide to have you be a coffee table for everyone to enjoy, what should your mind-set be?”
“That I am here for my Master’s pleasure.”
“Yes, and sometimes that doesn’t mean pleasure for you. Sometimes it means being a coffee table. But you do it anyway because that is what pleases me.”
“I understand, Master.”
“That might well be the case, but just to make sure, no release for you today.”
He took his glass from my leg. “Take the other one and offer it to S.”
I held up the glass, and S came over and took it. “Too damn bad about no releasing. I was looking forward to watching you come. Maybe another time.”
I no longer felt bored. I felt disappointed. Disappointed in myself for not having the right mind frame. For putting my blog first.
“On your knees in the middle of the room,” Nathaniel said. “I’ll direct you verbally and I want you to crawl.”
Ever so slowly, I made it down off the couch and following Nathaniel’s commands made it to where he wanted me. It had to be one of the most ungraceful crawls ever, but I did it because he’d asked me to. Once in place, I knelt with my head down.