It started with a mood, sparked by a conversation in weeks past. She admitted to feeling a thrill as her lover said, “I want others to see you, like this….” As he gave her pleasure…..
That though percolated in my mind, a growing thought, an idea, and then it began.
Mr.: May I be blunt?
Ms: I expect nothing less
Mr.: I've been thinking about you today.
Ms: oh yeah?
Mr.: sexual, dark thoughts, thoughts of need and want and passion.
Ms: why is that, do you think?
Mr.: Thoughts of submission, of obedience, of power between two willing lovers. I've been thinking of your red robe, the silk belt wrapped gently around your throat, loving, controlling. collaring
Ms: Only one other person has ever had the inspiration of using the belt from a robe in that way....
Mr.: I have allowed my mind to wander down dimly lit paths of the future, a future I desperately want
Ms: Tell me your thoughts Sir. I am ready to hear.
unashamed
owned
on display
Your body, full, strong, fit, laser smooth, arousal on full display.
We circulate throughout the room, welcoming our guests. You stand silently at my side, knowing your role, and your reward.
I shake hands with most, embrace a chosen few, and collect the numbered envelopes offered me.
But all eyes are on you, a queen among women, though tethered to my hand, your eyes never dip, never lower for another.
The Men, and if given permission, their women, look at you and ask simply, "May I?"
I look at you, if you smile, I say "Yes, You may."
If your expression remains fixed. I say, "Not at the moment."
your waist
stomach
the rounded cheeks of your hips and full strong ass.
I take notes in my head, paying close attention to your face as you feel them touching you.
Do you let your head drift backwards in that moment of touch?
Do you breath deeply at the softness of a new woman's touch?
Do you stand feet together, or apart? and how close to your closely shaved center do you let them feel?
As I watch, and learn, and share you, I am hard, proud, my heart pounding.
You see that others are now following our lead, "May I?" is offered, and an answers are given.
Hands offered, and placed, connections made, anticipation established.
Mr.: We return to the front of the room and I kiss you again. My hand moves between your thighs and I feel you, feeling your wetness as others watch.
As my hand enters you, I hold you open a bit longer, a bit wider than needed, and you quietly giggle.
Mr.: I smile into your eyes and a small tear form at the corner. You squeeze my hand and we turn to the crowd, and invite them to follow us into the atrium.
Mr.: I stroke your hair, your cheek
Ms: My lips are soft... my mouth open and ready
Mr.: Take me in
Mr.: I stare down and meet your gaze as I slide in and out, each thrust sliding along your waiting tongue.
You feel her presence behind you, but do not flinch.
Mr.: Does that feel good? I ask
Ms: YES, I nod
Mr.: I look you in the eye and ask, "up or down?"
Ms: My lashes sweep down briefly...
Mr.: I lean down, and put gentle pressure on our new friends forehead and she quickly understands.
Ms: my hands are still tightly clasped behind me, but I lift myself enough that her hands slip down my hips.
Mr.: Her hands move across your stomach, along the tops of your smooth thighs, and between your knees.
Mr.: My right foot puts gentle pressure on the inside of your left thigh and you spread for her
You know I want you to cum under her touch as I fill your mouth with my orgasm
Ms: I return my gaze to yours, eyes glinting, lips closing firmly around your hard cock, sucking gently.
Mr.: Her fingers find your swollen clit and I smile because I can tell in your eyes and she has a perfect touch.
Ms: You see my hips undulating in time with her fingers
Mr.: With a glance I invite her master to join us and he kneels behind her, positioning her for his cock
Ms: I tilt my head back in a way that makes your thrusting even easier....I don't want to wait....
I beg you to see the question in my eyes, my posture
Mr.: I pull my body out of your mouth and ask you, loud enough for the crowd to hear, “D you want to cum?”
Ms: “Yes, Sir, I want to cum,” you whisper, unable to catch a full breath
Mr.: “Loud enough for our friends to hear Miss.”
Ms: I repeat myself, louder this time
Mr.: You can feel her hands moving in rhythm with her master behind her, she gives you strokes of pleasure in time with his cock.
He thrusts behind her, fucking her deeply as the crowd watches and you feel her breasts press against you in rhythm,
her hands attack your clit as he attacks her cunt
“Do you want your master to come in your mouth"?”
Ms: “Please Sir, cum in my mouth!”
Mr.: I begin thrusting, she swirls and presses on your clit as she gets ready to cum.
Ms: You can see the quivering in my thighs as my own orgasm approaches... the question is in my eyes
Mr.: Yes, you may cum for me. Cum for me now.
Ms: Suddenly I'm surrounded, her fingers, the slam of her master's body, your swelling cock in my throat....
I'm cuming and shuddering and moaning and trying to take you with me
Mr.: I oblige, and fill you, completely.
“cum for me, feel her hands in you”
“Feel me fill you”
Ms: I want to lay back, against her creamy skin, her hands still on me, and let you fill me again, I want more
Mr.: With my climax barely over, I kneel between your legs and fill you in one wet stroke.
Ms: “I want you to fuck your miss, and then flip me over and guide my mouth to her Master's cock as you take me again.”
Mr.: I fill you and pound you as her hands move to your full breasts, bringing her lips to your swollen flesh, sending shock waves through each nipple, inhaling your skin
Your thighs open to my thrusting and I feel our new friends hands upon you clit and my cock as one. I thrust through her tight fingers and in to you wet core in one stroke.
But I know this is not what you want, so I pull out and let her fingers plunge deep inside, small slender fingers filling you with an unfamiliar touch, you gasp, and cum.
Still quivering, I lift you by the hips and growl for you to get on your knees, pulling your hair back I my hand, “Show them what you do best my slut, suck the cock of another man.”
The brunette moves out of the way and I impale you from behind. The dark haired girl find her new place, on hand underneath, on the skin of your belly and breast, the other behind.
Ms: I want you to show off what you know I can do with my mouth, I want to make my Master the envy of every other there, so I willingly comply
Mr.: "Suck his cock" I order you
Ms: I use every trick at my disposal, tasting her juices on him as I lick and suck
Mr.: my cock is hard, deep, suck him, please him
Make us come, and cum again for me
Do you like being my little slut, pleasing others as I fill you from behind?
Ms: oh yes
Mr.: then cum for me.
let him cum
I'm going to cum
tell me how it feels
Ms: full, glorious, overwhelming, wonderful
Mr.: As she anticipates your orgasm, the brunette pulls roughly on your full nipples and slides a single finger inside you from behind,
Cum for me.
swallow him
Ms: he's cumming in my mouth, emptying himself groaning
Mr.: let the others see
feel me
Ms: I'm convulsing on your cock, squeezing and fluttering
Mr.: yes
cumming
Ms: lifting my mouth from him to cry out
Mr.: let them hear it
let them see
show them what submission and pleasure and trust can do
Ms: I'm spent and shaking, struggling to remain on him as he finishes, swallowing what I can, trembling as I feel you finish behind me.
Mr.: My body shakes and shudders and I empty myself completely, and hold your hips tight against mine, as you begin to catch your breath.
A murmur rolls through the crowd as others find release, but all are watching you, even as their subs please and finish them.
Moments pass, composure returns, and I slip gently out of you and wrap you in my arms.
I wave my hand and attendants come to you and help you to your feet.
warm hands lift and comfort
As you stand, supported by others, each guest, in turn, approaches and feels your fire pink skin
The men plant a kiss, one kiss, on breast, shoulder, a chaste kiss of appreciation.
The women then follow and I see your feet move slightly.
A touch, a kiss that lingers, the brush of a tongue, as they all welcome you in to the sorority of submission.
At the end of the line, our brunette approaches, now shy, but we both smile at her
And you kiss, lips meeting, hands touching, and you feel her for the first time.
She releases you and steps back towards her master, but does not kneel at his side.
The crowd begins to drift and our attendants gather coats and shawls as new friendships are sealed with an exchange of clandestine e-mails and pseudonyms.
You are placed on the bed, soothed, cleaned, and dressed. in silk pajamas
Ms: will my Master join me?
Mr.: I slip in besides you as the last of the guests are ushered from the room, only the brunette and her master remain.
My chief attendant puts his arm around his shoulder in quiet conversation and ushers him out as well.. When the door locks, she kneels at the end of bed.
Ms: “Stealing another man’s sub”
Mr.: “Not stealing at all, I gave him my Mercedes. He admired it in the parking garage. silly man.
Ms: You laugh quietly and with a wave of your hand invite her under the covers with us.
Mr.: But for you, I turned down a small plane, a big island, and several thousand shares of Microsoft stock.
Ms: Lucky me...
Mr.: No, lucky me.
I reach beneath the pillows and pull out a stainless steel box which shines red in the light of the setting sun.
You open it and a gasp.
Not the heavy leather you dislike
Not the cold steel of a prisoner
But Silver, Platinum, and Gold woven together, perfectly fit to your throat, with a single silver key hanging from the latch.
Mr.: “Put it on her”, and the brunette kneels up and brings it around your neck.
Ms: “Thank you master.” Your whisper fills the room. Your hand drifts over the metal warming against your skin, and you reach back, and take her hand.
“Thank you for everything.”
And we begin again.
That though percolated in my mind, a growing thought, an idea, and then it began.
Mr.: May I be blunt?
Ms: I expect nothing less
Mr.: I've been thinking about you today.
Ms: oh yeah?
Mr.: sexual, dark thoughts, thoughts of need and want and passion.
Ms: why is that, do you think?
Mr.: Thoughts of submission, of obedience, of power between two willing lovers. I've been thinking of your red robe, the silk belt wrapped gently around your throat, loving, controlling. collaring
Ms: Only one other person has ever had the inspiration of using the belt from a robe in that way....
Mr.: I have allowed my mind to wander down dimly lit paths of the future, a future I desperately want
Ms: Tell me your thoughts Sir. I am ready to hear.
- Mr.: The soft fabric of the silk waist tie is around a tender neck, snug but without pain, a leash, a lead, for my lover, you kneel at my side, compliant, but not complacent. You are there by choice to serve, to honor.
- As I stand, my hand strokes your soft hair as you rest against me, one arm wrapped gently around my lower leg, as a contented cat wraps her tail around another.
- The others begin to enter our hotel suite, some with partner's similarly restrained, others alone, all with a black envelope of invitation to join us.
- As the group gathers, I stoke your cheek and ask you to stand next to me, with me.
- I am proud of you, proud that you are mine, secretly excited that you have chosen me as your master.
- Dressed in only your collar, you are at once on display, and untouchable.
- Mr.: I welcome our guests and the doors are locked behind them. I turn and kiss you on the shoulder, your bare skin is only for me, for now. The group is served drinks by a staff trained to be discreet, to see everything, but remember nothing once the doors are unlocked and we return to the outside world.
- You are resplendent.
unashamed
owned
on display
Your body, full, strong, fit, laser smooth, arousal on full display.
We circulate throughout the room, welcoming our guests. You stand silently at my side, knowing your role, and your reward.
I shake hands with most, embrace a chosen few, and collect the numbered envelopes offered me.
But all eyes are on you, a queen among women, though tethered to my hand, your eyes never dip, never lower for another.
The Men, and if given permission, their women, look at you and ask simply, "May I?"
I look at you, if you smile, I say "Yes, You may."
If your expression remains fixed. I say, "Not at the moment."
- A positive answer allows them to reach out to you, you take them by the wrist and place their hand where you want it.
your waist
stomach
the rounded cheeks of your hips and full strong ass.
I take notes in my head, paying close attention to your face as you feel them touching you.
Do you let your head drift backwards in that moment of touch?
Do you breath deeply at the softness of a new woman's touch?
Do you stand feet together, or apart? and how close to your closely shaved center do you let them feel?
As I watch, and learn, and share you, I am hard, proud, my heart pounding.
You see that others are now following our lead, "May I?" is offered, and an answers are given.
Hands offered, and placed, connections made, anticipation established.
Mr.: We return to the front of the room and I kiss you again. My hand moves between your thighs and I feel you, feeling your wetness as others watch.
As my hand enters you, I hold you open a bit longer, a bit wider than needed, and you quietly giggle.
- "You may choose." I whisper, "one of each. Tell me who you want."
Mr.: I smile into your eyes and a small tear form at the corner. You squeeze my hand and we turn to the crowd, and invite them to follow us into the atrium.
- The glass walls of the enclosed patio look over the river and the afternoon sun gives an orange glow to the large bed in the middle of the room.
- Our guests gather around, masters standing, their partners kneel on silk pillows, some collared, some not, but all eyes are upon you.
- I take you by the hand, and lead you to the riser that makes us visible to all.
- I untie the red fabric tie and allow you to stand, naked, wet, exposed, before our new friends.
- "Your new collar awaits, but for now, you may begin to show your master your devotion."
Mr.: I stroke your hair, your cheek
Ms: My lips are soft... my mouth open and ready
Mr.: Take me in
- I re-position myself slightly so that others may watch.
- I look down at you and pull myself in to your open throat.
- A slim brunette on the front row slides off her chair and closer to you as her master frowns.
- Your submission is perfection
- No hesitation
- No distraction
- My pleasure, your service, is your only thought.
Mr.: I stare down and meet your gaze as I slide in and out, each thrust sliding along your waiting tongue.
You feel her presence behind you, but do not flinch.
- I break eye contact with you only long enough to take control of the brunette.
- I press myself deep and hold, as you relax and adjust to my size.
- You know not to fight it, but to relax
- "You may touch her now"
- The brunette’s small hands curl around your waist
- I resume my movement back and forth
- In the crowd, I detect motion, as Masters sit, and subs give service.
- Zippers quietly open, pleasure is shared as the men focus on your expert service.
Mr.: Does that feel good? I ask
Ms: YES, I nod
Mr.: I look you in the eye and ask, "up or down?"
Ms: My lashes sweep down briefly...
Mr.: I lean down, and put gentle pressure on our new friends forehead and she quickly understands.
Ms: my hands are still tightly clasped behind me, but I lift myself enough that her hands slip down my hips.
Mr.: Her hands move across your stomach, along the tops of your smooth thighs, and between your knees.
- You can feel her young firm breasts against your back.
- You can feel my hardness increase as I see her hands move closer and closer to your laser smooth skin.
- I place my hands on the back of your head, taking your hair in my hands, and increase the pace of my thrusting
- Her hands find you,
- Her fingers open you
- And enter
- I see your entire body respond to the woman's touch
Mr.: My right foot puts gentle pressure on the inside of your left thigh and you spread for her
You know I want you to cum under her touch as I fill your mouth with my orgasm
Ms: I return my gaze to yours, eyes glinting, lips closing firmly around your hard cock, sucking gently.
Mr.: Her fingers find your swollen clit and I smile because I can tell in your eyes and she has a perfect touch.
Ms: You see my hips undulating in time with her fingers
Mr.: With a glance I invite her master to join us and he kneels behind her, positioning her for his cock
Ms: I tilt my head back in a way that makes your thrusting even easier....I don't want to wait....
I beg you to see the question in my eyes, my posture
Mr.: I pull my body out of your mouth and ask you, loud enough for the crowd to hear, “D you want to cum?”
Ms: “Yes, Sir, I want to cum,” you whisper, unable to catch a full breath
Mr.: “Loud enough for our friends to hear Miss.”
Ms: I repeat myself, louder this time
Mr.: You can feel her hands moving in rhythm with her master behind her, she gives you strokes of pleasure in time with his cock.
He thrusts behind her, fucking her deeply as the crowd watches and you feel her breasts press against you in rhythm,
her hands attack your clit as he attacks her cunt
“Do you want your master to come in your mouth"?”
Ms: “Please Sir, cum in my mouth!”
Mr.: I begin thrusting, she swirls and presses on your clit as she gets ready to cum.
Ms: You can see the quivering in my thighs as my own orgasm approaches... the question is in my eyes
Mr.: Yes, you may cum for me. Cum for me now.
Ms: Suddenly I'm surrounded, her fingers, the slam of her master's body, your swelling cock in my throat....
I'm cuming and shuddering and moaning and trying to take you with me
Mr.: I oblige, and fill you, completely.
“cum for me, feel her hands in you”
“Feel me fill you”
Ms: I want to lay back, against her creamy skin, her hands still on me, and let you fill me again, I want more
Mr.: With my climax barely over, I kneel between your legs and fill you in one wet stroke.
Ms: “I want you to fuck your miss, and then flip me over and guide my mouth to her Master's cock as you take me again.”
Mr.: I fill you and pound you as her hands move to your full breasts, bringing her lips to your swollen flesh, sending shock waves through each nipple, inhaling your skin
Your thighs open to my thrusting and I feel our new friends hands upon you clit and my cock as one. I thrust through her tight fingers and in to you wet core in one stroke.
But I know this is not what you want, so I pull out and let her fingers plunge deep inside, small slender fingers filling you with an unfamiliar touch, you gasp, and cum.
Still quivering, I lift you by the hips and growl for you to get on your knees, pulling your hair back I my hand, “Show them what you do best my slut, suck the cock of another man.”
The brunette moves out of the way and I impale you from behind. The dark haired girl find her new place, on hand underneath, on the skin of your belly and breast, the other behind.
Ms: I want you to show off what you know I can do with my mouth, I want to make my Master the envy of every other there, so I willingly comply
Mr.: "Suck his cock" I order you
Ms: I use every trick at my disposal, tasting her juices on him as I lick and suck
Mr.: my cock is hard, deep, suck him, please him
Make us come, and cum again for me
- Let him fill your mouth as I full your cunt.
Do you like being my little slut, pleasing others as I fill you from behind?
Ms: oh yes
Mr.: then cum for me.
let him cum
I'm going to cum
tell me how it feels
Ms: full, glorious, overwhelming, wonderful
Mr.: As she anticipates your orgasm, the brunette pulls roughly on your full nipples and slides a single finger inside you from behind,
Cum for me.
swallow him
Ms: he's cumming in my mouth, emptying himself groaning
Mr.: let the others see
feel me
Ms: I'm convulsing on your cock, squeezing and fluttering
Mr.: yes
cumming
Ms: lifting my mouth from him to cry out
Mr.: let them hear it
let them see
show them what submission and pleasure and trust can do
Ms: I'm spent and shaking, struggling to remain on him as he finishes, swallowing what I can, trembling as I feel you finish behind me.
Mr.: My body shakes and shudders and I empty myself completely, and hold your hips tight against mine, as you begin to catch your breath.
A murmur rolls through the crowd as others find release, but all are watching you, even as their subs please and finish them.
Moments pass, composure returns, and I slip gently out of you and wrap you in my arms.
I wave my hand and attendants come to you and help you to your feet.
warm hands lift and comfort
As you stand, supported by others, each guest, in turn, approaches and feels your fire pink skin
The men plant a kiss, one kiss, on breast, shoulder, a chaste kiss of appreciation.
The women then follow and I see your feet move slightly.
A touch, a kiss that lingers, the brush of a tongue, as they all welcome you in to the sorority of submission.
At the end of the line, our brunette approaches, now shy, but we both smile at her
And you kiss, lips meeting, hands touching, and you feel her for the first time.
She releases you and steps back towards her master, but does not kneel at his side.
The crowd begins to drift and our attendants gather coats and shawls as new friendships are sealed with an exchange of clandestine e-mails and pseudonyms.
You are placed on the bed, soothed, cleaned, and dressed. in silk pajamas
Ms: will my Master join me?
Mr.: I slip in besides you as the last of the guests are ushered from the room, only the brunette and her master remain.
My chief attendant puts his arm around his shoulder in quiet conversation and ushers him out as well.. When the door locks, she kneels at the end of bed.
Ms: “Stealing another man’s sub”
Mr.: “Not stealing at all, I gave him my Mercedes. He admired it in the parking garage. silly man.
Ms: You laugh quietly and with a wave of your hand invite her under the covers with us.
Mr.: But for you, I turned down a small plane, a big island, and several thousand shares of Microsoft stock.
Ms: Lucky me...
Mr.: No, lucky me.
I reach beneath the pillows and pull out a stainless steel box which shines red in the light of the setting sun.
You open it and a gasp.
Not the heavy leather you dislike
Not the cold steel of a prisoner
But Silver, Platinum, and Gold woven together, perfectly fit to your throat, with a single silver key hanging from the latch.
Mr.: “Put it on her”, and the brunette kneels up and brings it around your neck.
Ms: “Thank you master.” Your whisper fills the room. Your hand drifts over the metal warming against your skin, and you reach back, and take her hand.
“Thank you for everything.”
And we begin again.
