This is part two of a story. Any questions can probably be cleared up by reading the first part. It was not mentioned during the first story, but even though the story is written in first person, it hasn't actually happened. This story was originally written for my Master as a fantasy of us, and it was him who inspired me to submit it. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do, and please leave me comments, as we do read them.
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I thought it was over. I realize now that that was a stupid assumption. You'd never let me get finish so soon at home, so why should it be any different now? My body has stopped shaking, but my mind is in a totally different place. As we look out on the gallery - you had opened the curtains, but I am unsure when -- I notice that there are a lot of different things going on. Some people are just watching, their gazes roaming until they see a particular scene they like, while others are engaged in different activities. There is a hot tub, several private dungeon areas with views out to the public, and a few rooms that are laid out like bedrooms with large windows.
As I watch I suddenly feel you secure straps around my ankles, then my wrists. Suddenly my mind is alert -- where had those come from? As I turn I see the tray they'd been brought in on along with the cords laying there. I am curious as to what they are there for, as it's not something we've done before. As you pick up the first cord, you hook it to the ring on the right-hand cuff, followed by hooking the other end to a ring suspended from the ceiling. You do the same with my left. I am barely able to move in either direction, much less sit or kneel. Next you fasten my feet to the floor; I am now spread eagle, for everyone to see. I am glad that my clothes are still on and intact.
"You have been very naughty lately." You tell me as I hang in place. "I expect better of you." I am bewildered by this as I have no idea what you are talking about, haven't I been a good girl? What did I do that upset you? "You want me to tell you what you did?" You ask with a menace in your voice that I am quite familiar with. "Yes, Please" I respond, unsure of how to answer. My knees are shaking and my pussy is once again wet with anticipation. "You mean you don't know?" you ask, the sound of your voice so forceful that my pussy starts to ache. "No sir." I reply knowing that more than a mono-syllabic response at this time would be difficult to say as the connection between my brain and mouth has been lost in the confusion of being on display with a dripping cunt. "Well slut, that means you need even more punishment." The smile on your face is wicked, and my nipples are hard just contemplating what might be in store.
You slowly disrobe me, untying the corset, followed by the halter. As the zipper on the dress comes to a stop, you freeze momentarily as it pools around my calves, and ripping the seam out so it comes away completely you say, "I guess that's just one more thing you'll have to fix." You finish my disrobement by tearing off the thigh-highs, and tossing them on the floor.
I can see everything. Hanging bare, and half suspended, I notice a girl -- a sub by the look of her -- watching us. Her Mistress is punishing a male sub by keeping him erect, but not allowing him to cum. The girl is transfixed, her eyes watching us closely.
Your focus is completely on me. You start my punishment with just a touch, using your hand to produce small caresses up my buttocks and spine. A soft touch here and there, driving me crazy as my pussy drips hot juices down my thighs. As you reach up and caress my breasts, I notice the sub across the way has begun to touch her-self. She mimics your movements, stroking her butt as you touch mine, pinching her nipples as you squeeze mine.
I am brought back to us as something cold lightly touches my thigh. I can't see what it is, but it is stiff and smooth. I am nervous, and unsure of what to expect. The object is removed, and soon your hands start to fondle my ass. You very slowly start to play with that hole. It is sensitive, and tight. You work first one, then two fingers in, and as I start to moan with pleasure I notice that the sub across the way is leaning over a chair with her legs spread and her fingers penetrating her ass. Watching her is making me even hotter, and my swollen pussy is throbbing in response to my heightened senses.
I notice that you are now using a lubricant, it is making it easier for your fingers to pump in and out, and I am having a hard time focusing on anything else. Suddenly, in one quick movement your fingers are gone replaced by the cold object, which I now realize is a metal dildo that had been sitting in a bucket of ice.
The pain of this sudden violation makes me scream out, and you spank me to remind me of who is boss. I quiet, shaking in my bonds as my ass seizes from the unwanted intrusion. Now suddenly aware of everything I notice that my screams have brought us to the attention of other curious club-goers, but my favorite is the sub, who seems intrigued, and unaware that she has drawn her mistress' attention as she continues to fuck her own ass.
Watching them I am reminded once again of my own body. I notice that the pain and humiliation of my recent violation has made my nipples so hard they hurt and my pussy even wetter. As the dildo in my ass starts to warm inside me, my body stops shaking, but just as I've gained the power to stand I am reminded that this is punishment as you begin to administer soft whips with a flogger.
