Night of the Senses

by Victoria Blisse

  Her vaginal muscles clamped down on it. She would have squeezed her thighs together if not for the bar holding them widely apart. The sensation was a strange one of hot and cold, the heat of her body warming the icy feel of the dildo.

  She lay there wondering what came next when she felt the swipe of Dragon’s tongue across her nipples at the exact moment the scrap of metal on her cit began to hum and the icy glass dildo began to vibrate inside her. And her body was still aroused from the lotion Solange had applied, making every nerve snap and dance. She had no control over what was happening to her body as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. She gripped down on the fleecy softness of the handcuffs as her muscles clenched and tremors shook her.

  She rode the waves of impending climax, bracing herself for the expected shudders, when suddenly everything ceased. The cock was removed from her cunt, its smooth surface sliding against her drenched skin. The metal clip on her clit was removed, the leather strip unsnapped and pulled away. And the Dragon’s fingers moved away from her imprisoned nipples, leaving her feeling bereft. The combination of textures and surfaces was as arousing as their effect on her, and she wanted them back.

  The instructions had been more than correct. There was enormous pleasure in the surfaces of whatever touched her. She could touch with parts of her body other than her hands of fingers or even her mouth and be stimulated by it.

  She heard a clicking sound and the bands around her knees were released, the bar removed and the handcuffs unlocks. The Dragon—she knew his touch already—helped her to sit up, his slightly roughened hands massaging her shoulders and arms. The Fox, with his softer hands, did the same with her legs and hips. The massage was pleasurable, but she was trapped on the ledge of frustration, hungry for the climax that was denied her.

  “Rest a moment,” the Dragon said. “We have refreshment for you.”

  He braced her with the pillows, then pressed something lightly against her mouth. It tasted sweet and juicy, sticky and slightly pebbled. She recognised it at once,. A chocolate-dipped strawberry. She bit into it boldly, the juice running down her chin like a miniature stream, the chocolate coating her lips. She licked every drop her tongue could reach, then opened her mouth for more.

  He feed her three more, always rubbing the chocolate against the surface of her lip so she could experience the sweet stickiness of it, catching the juice of the fruit with his fingertip and letting her suck it from him. Between bites he held a glass to her mouth, one that she recognised by its feel as fine, delicate crystal. Drops of wine dribbled into her mouth, the flavour dancing on her tongue, the liquid like melted gold. She wondered if she would climax just from the blend of the different textures and surfaces.

  She wondered if they’d let her climax from anything! Turning her blindfolded face to the Dragon, she asked, “When will I—”

  “Not yet,” he cut her off. “When you have felt the touch of every type of surface and material we have prepared for you, then we will let you have your orgasm. And trust me. It will be well worth the wait.”

  Chapter Four

  The Dragon lifted her gently from the table, standing her on her feet and supporting her with his big hands on her shoulders.

  “Are you doing all right?”

  She wet her lips. “Yes, thank you. Although—”

  He put his lips to her ear, his breath fanning the skin. “Although you’d be doing better if we let you come.” His voice held a hint of amusement. “All in good time. We don’t rush things. Your welfare is very important to us. Sexual satisfaction is only a part of this.”

  Whether the note of concern in his voice was real or practised, it still made Bree feel secure in this wild circus she had paid her way into. She reached out her hands and found his chest, a solid wall of hard, sculpted muscle covered with a thick pelt of crisp, curly hair. She moved her hands back and forth, loving the furry feel beneath her fingers, finding the hard nubs of his male nipples. Touching them was like grabbing electricity, the tiny shock making her womb contract.

  Curious, she pinched them as he had done hers, wondering if he’d react the same way. Only the barely audible hiss of his breath told her she gotten the reaction she wanted. She pinched the hard buttons of muscle again, swallowing a smile of satisfaction.

  But when one hand began drifting lower on his body, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and lifted it, kissing her knuckles.

  “Not yet.”

  “But I’m supposed to touch,” she teased.

  “And be touched. All in good time.” He lifted her to the table again, this time facing him on her knees. “This is so the audience can enjoy your pleasure even more,” he told her.

  With careful hands, he and the Fox arranged her so she leaned forward, braced by a thick pile of soft pillows. The handcuffs were snapped around her wrists again, and this time the Fox spread her thighs wide and locked matching cuffs around her ankles. The feel of the fleecy material lining the manacles was pleasurable, like standing in a field of cotton blossoms.

  Before she had time to think about what was coming next, she sensed the Dragon move to the side of the table and put his large hands on her cheeks, pulling them as far apart as he could. She was sure everyone watching could see every detail of her pussy, her anus, the entire sexual area of her body. She had never felt so exposed. Or so aroused.

  Her rectum had been lubricated by both Jennifer and Solange, but now a lean male finger coated with a thick, warm substance slid inside her. The Fox. He rubbed the substance into her dark tissues, inserting it as far as he could reach, then sliding his finger out and returning it with more of the viscous gel. As Solange’s lotion had warmed, this almost burned, but then she realised it was something Cilla had told her about, an aphrodisiac substance that stimulated the nerves, carrying her forward on a strong wave of arousal.

  The walls of her pussy quivered and clenched and a tight, dark coil of need began unwinding from deep inside her body. She wanted to be fucked more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. How long would they toy with her? How many surfaces and substances would she experience before she was finally allowed to climax?

  In the next moment, something soft and furry swished across her anus, up and down several times. It felt like…an animal tail! Was that what it was? Surely not a real animal. Then she heard the Fox chuckle.

  “My special instrument,” he told her. “You will see how delightful it can be when used properly.”

  The Dragon’s hands clasped her forearms, and she felt what had to be the head of his cock bump against her mouth.

  “Touch me with your lips,” he commanded. “Lean your head forward just a bit.”

  Bree complied, and the velvet head of his penis brushed back and forth across her lips in cadence with the fox tail stroking her heated anus. The first thing she realised was the cock was enormous. Now she knew why he was called the Dragon. He had quite a tail, and she wondered if she would be able to take it all.

  The next thing she felt was the ripple of the fine hairs on the fox tail as it tickled her heated, hungry opening. The touch was so teasing, promising but never delivering. If only there were some way to grab it and shove it inside of herself, but her wrists were firmly locked to the table.

  In the distance, she heard the murmured chatter of voices, now and then shouting encouragement. Bree wondered if more people would be touching her as the woman had done before. Her question was answered in a moment.

  “It’s ladies’ night,” a woman called out, “and I have the next chip.”

  “You may come down now,” the Fox told her through the microphone without ever leaving his position. “She is ready for you.”

  The tapping of heels again signalled the woman’s arrival. The fox tail stopped its stroking but the Dragon held her head in place with his palms.

  “Do not stop what you’re doing,” he ordered. “Tell me what the head of my dick feels like when your lips touch it.”

  “Soft,” she gasped
, trying to gather her wits. “Like fine-spun material. Velvet, but softer. And the flesh furled around it reminds me of a baby.”

  His deep laugh boomed. “No baby looks like this. What else? Touch the slit with the tip of your tongue and tell me what you feel.”

  She stuck out her tongue, reaching into air, and he positioned her so it probed into the opening in the head. It was lubricated with pre-cum, a salty fluid that had a pleasant taste.

  “Like a tiny vagina,” she told him. “Silky, with a salty fluid. I could fuck it with my tongue like your cock could fuck my pussy.”

  “Do you know the taste of a vagina?” he asked. “Have you and a friend experimented?”

  “Yes.” What the hell. She was blindfolded. It was almost as good as the two of them being alone. And after tonight, who of any of these people would she ever see.

  “Tell me, did it arouse you? What things did you do with each other?”

  She was about to answer him when she felt the Fox pull the cheeks of her ass wide and the woman with the silver chip inserted the fox tail until the tip of it bumped the deep end of her rectum. The soft hair brushing the insides of that channel sent shivers racing along her spine and she lost any ability to think.

  The Dragon’s hands tightened their grip on her head. “Answer me,” he reminded her.

  “I can’t think.”

  “Yes. You can. Do it.”

  It took control she didn’t know she had to make her brain focus while the woman fucked her ass with the fox tail, moving it in and out with strong, steady strokes, the nails of her other hand scraping very gently on the tender tissue between her anus and her vagina.

  Bree swallowed and tried to remember the last session she and Cilla had.

  “My friend and I…play games with each other.”

  “What kind of games?”

  “One of us lies down on her back with her knees bent. The other kneels between her thighs and tries to see how fast she can bring her to orgasm.”

  “Tell me exactly what you do to achieve that,” the Dragon prodded, moving the head of his cock back and forth across her chin.

  “I open the top of her pussy where her clit is and flick my tongue back and forth across it very quickly. She likes it fast like that.”

  “Do you suck it?” he asked.

  “Y-yes.”

  The woman’s hand had moved forward to her slit and reached up to touch her clit, pinching it lightly. Bree could hardly keep her thoughts together. The hand disappeared for a moment, and when it returned, Bree realised the woman had put on a glove with ridges sewn everywhere on the fingers. She began brushing it back and forth across Bree’s clit again, the ridges abrading the already sensitive tissue, even as she increased the strokes with the fox tail in and out of Bree’s ass.

  “Do you bite it?” the Dragon asked.

  “W-what?” Bree felt as if she’d lost her place in a play.

  “Do you bite your friend’s clit when you suck it?”

  “Yes. She likes that.”

  “Tell me what it feels like against your tongue.”

  Bree blinked behind the blindfold. What did it feel like? “Like spongy material, hard yet soft. It reminded me of the sea sponges we used to collect. I’d suck the water out of them a little at a time.” She could picture the scene now in her big bed, feel the taste if Cilla’s engorged clit, the sensation of it making her own clit swell even more. “It makes her cream.”

  “And do you then lick up the cream? What was the feel of it when it touched your tongue?”

  ‘Yes. I pull the lips of her vagina wide and stick my tongue inside, lapping up the juices as quickly as I can.” She knew what he wanted. Tonight was, after all, about touch and sensation. “It felt slippery inside her, like my tongue could easily glide in and out. And it did. It’s a very pleasant feeling. All that slick smoothness.”

  “And?”

  “And then I finger-fuck her until she climaxes. She…likes me to bite her clit when that happens.”

  “Do you use dildos on each other?”

  “Yes. Sometimes. A lot, maybe.”

  His voice lowered. “And do you fuck each other in the ass with them?”

  Oh, yes, they had done that. She still remembered the first time Cilla had insisted she wear a butt plug, inserting it in her and the tremendous feeling of fullness, the smooth/rough surface of the rubber. She had stayed on her hands and knees, fisting the satin comforter on her bed, clenching it as waves of pleasure rode over her and she climaxed there on her knees.

  Now all she could do was nod, as the fingers in the glove increased their back and forth pace across her clit, the roughness of the ridges making her clit so sensitive she thought she would scream. Yet at the same time she didn’t want it to stop. The coarseness of the leather and the softness of the animal fur were such an erotic contrast she was getting hotter and hotter.

  “What does she taste like?” the Dragon asked. “What sensation do you get when her juices touch your tongue?”

  “Like strawberry juice. We always douche with fruit-flavoured liquid before we begin.” She felt herself blushing. “I use grape.”

  “Tell me what it’s like when she touches you? Tell me how you feel when she pushes a dildo up your ass? Is it a big one?”

  “Why are you making me talk?” she cried. “I can hardly think?”

  “Focus. That’s what it’s all about. Focus on what’s touching you now and compare it with another touch. Which do you like best? Which feels better? Come on.” His hand gripped her jaw. “Tell me. Tell me about the first time she fucked your ass. Were you lying on the bed?”

  Bree made a superhuman effort to pull her scattered thoughts together, the abrasion of the rough, ridged leather touching the soft skin of her pussy making it difficult for her to follow instructions.

  She blew out a breath. “I was on the floor on my knees. Cilla had been teasing me about doing it, and even made me wear a butt plug all day. I can still remember the touch of that bumpy rubber as she slid it in.”

  “Go on.” The head of his cock was rubbing back and forth against her chin, then up and down the column of her neck. She could feel the edges of his fingers as he held it and guided it.

  “She stuck her fingers in my ass with some thick gel and rubbed it all around. I couldn’t believe how gentle her fingers were inside me or how good they felt.”

  “Keep going.” He adjusted his stance to he was moving his cock across her tormented nipples swollen in the clamps. The soft feel of the head was a sharp contrast to the pebbled buds of her nipples.

  “She took out a brand new dildo and pushed it slowly inside me until it was all the way in. It was a vibrator, so she pressed the button on the bottom, low at first, then high, and I could feel every ridge and bump on it inside my rectum.”

  “Did it make you go crazy? I have a reason for asking.”

  Bree had to work hard to concentrate because the fox tail’s rhythm in and out of her ass had increased as had the movement of the leather-covered fingers at her clit and the opening of her vagina.

  “Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “She lay down beneath me and sucked my clit into her mouth. The minute her wet flesh touched me it felt as if she’d drawn it into a hot wet tunnel. I went off so hard I nearly passed out. Dragon, I can’t think any more. Please.”

  “We’ll have to see if we can do a little better,” he told her. He moved his cock back to her lips and pulled her head forward. “Stick your tongue in the slit again and fuck me with the tip.”

  Just as she did, feeling the slickness of the inside of the opening like a wet kiss on her tongue, the woman wearing the glove pinched her clit hard and removed both her hand and the fox tail.

  “Nooo,” she wailed. “Please. Don’t stop.”

  The Dragon slid his cock just past her lips, the skin around the steel shaft as soft and velvety to the touch as the head. She closed her mouth around it, but just as she swiped her tongue over the head, he pulled back and r
eleased his grip on her. She sensed him bending towards her, then his forehead touched hers.

  “Did you like the feel of the fox tail in your ass?”

  “Yes,” she nodded. “Oh, yes.”

  “Would you like to be flogged with it?”

  “F-flogged?” she stammered.

  “The Fox has a larger tail he keeps for that purpose. I promise you it’s very stimulating.”

  Bree bit her bottom lip then nodded her head. “All right. Yes.”

  Behind her she heard the Fox and the woman whispering then the tapping of heels as the woman left the area.

  The Dragon was at the microphone again. “Our guest has agreed to the flogging. Please hold any comments until we are finished. We will be using three separate floggers.”

  Three floggers? What the hell?

  The Dragon rearranged her pillows so she wasn’t quite so upright, then bent over her, spread her thighs and held the lips of her sex open. A soft fox tail swished back and forth, the fine hairs tickling her skin as it moved in a metronomic rhythm. Not being able to see, Bree could visualise the instrument, the grey and brown and white of the foxes she’d seen, the hair so fine if she ran her hand lightly over it, it would rise with the static electricity. She wanted to feel that tail inside her, feel the fine hairs tickling the walls of her pussy, brushing lightly across her throbbing clit and her engorged nipples. She found herself craving the touch, wanting to test the effect of its softness on her body.

  She tried to wriggle her hips, to urge the Fox to stroke harder, but he teased her, laughing softly as her pussy slicked and she pulsed with arousal.

  She braced herself for the first smack of the fox tail but not for the stinging slap of the flat of a hand. She jerked, her head coming up in surprise.