I walked behind Mariah, watching as Master scouted the crowd, speaking to friends who had shown up in some of the most innovative fetish wear I'd seen in a while. Some were in dresses of brightly colored saran wrap, some in leather and latex, others still in cross-dressing or military attire. The best by far that I saw was that of my Master (I guess I am just a *little* biased), who was wearing a long sleeve black silk shirt, slacks and a long black velvet cloak lined in royal purple. Mariah, however, came in a damn close second with long silky pants topped by a leather bra and vest over it, which buckled up the front. I was wearing black leather pants topped with a white leather vest, that zipped up the front with a rhinestone studded zipper (of course, it was about halfway down), my collar and cuffs. However, the most inventive outfit I saw was one of a body suit, done entirely out of liquid latex. Wow...that took some time and energy.
We stopped and made small talk with a group of friends, a FemDomme named Lady Muscle and her two submissives. Master brought up the fact that I do not mark very well, a fact which continues to disappoint me. I do mark, to a degree, but once the scene is over, so are the marks. The only thing that has ever managed to mark me has been Master's rubber flogger. The only problem is that the level of pain involved in that is too great to bear for long, even in subspace. The Domme friend had a wicked gleam in her eye as she looked at me and said, "Oh, I've got something that will mark her!" And off she went into a side conference with Master.
I watched with interest as the two of them conversed quietly nearby. I could see them both sharing a silent, wicked smile as they looked back at me and continued. They spoke for a few more minutes and then Master returned to my side and I snuggled close, content in his judgement. After a few more minutes of polite conversation, we moved to the first play area, the spanking bench. Master looked at me and asked "Do you trust me?" I murmured, "Always, Master." He then proceeded to blindfold me, taking away my vision and thrusting me into a mild state of subspace. Helping me over the bench, I felt his hand trail down my back as he moved out of the way for Mariah to begin to warm me up. She moved a soft, silky flogger over my back and shoulders. We soon realized however, that I couldn't feel a darn thing through the leather of my pants. Master decided to fix that problem by using the rubber corded flogger. It felt so different when it was used through my clothing! I could feel the bite of it... not as sharp as it usually was, but it was there, hiding under the leather covering me. My mind drifted higher as it continued, broken only by a few spanks with Master's gloved hand. I was drifting quite nicely with the flow of it when it stopped abruptly. I waited with baited breath for whatever was to happen next.
I felt the pressure of someone covering my body with their own, the warmth and the weight telling me that it was not the body of my Master. "Are you ready for me, baby?" asked a husky, sensual voice. I knew at once that it was the FemDomme that Master had been talking to. I replied with a tremulous "Yes, Ma'am." She began using something that was very heavy on me. She started out lightly, building to a rhythm that was hypnotic. I could feel the thud and sting at the same time, causing me to go higher still. I could hear snatches of conversation around us, oohing and ahhing over her skill in wielding whatever it was she was using. All I could do was simply feel... oh, god, the pain... bringing it to a boil in one part of my body before moving it to another. After working me over well with it, she brought her hands to my body and caressed me through my leathers and over my bared back, feeling the heat emanating from me. Master bent and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to continue?" My emphatic nod was all that was needed to send her back to work on me, more intense than before.
My god, she's good... my mind murmured while my body writhed. My legs switched from trembling to stiff as a board as the pain grew more intense, taking me deeper with it. Master moved to the front of me, drawing a riding crop between my legs. I eagerly moved against it, savoring the added stimulation. The sensations moved from the instrument she was using to the feel of fingernails slowly gliding over my back. I moaned and shivered as those fingernails scratched over my shoulders where I had been flogged repeatedly with the instrument. I felt hands framing my face and moved my head as if to look at whomever it was. "You've got me dripping all the way to my knees! Are you sure you want more?" I answered quickly, "Yes, Ma'am, please!" I could almost feel the smile emanate from her as it started again. I felt Master's hand entangle in my hair, drawing my head back for his kiss. Oh, god! instant drop into sub-space! I moaned and whimpered into his mouth as she resumed her ministrations on my back and ass. My body was on fire now, all I could do was feel everything around me and within me. I was no longer anyone. I was Master's toy. His to use or abuse as he saw fit. I was flying with the pain and excitement of the moment.
