She stood by the mirror of her hotel suite, completely naked, savoring her own beauty, as her hand moved up and down her own perky B-cups, and glorious young curves. Gradually, her hand reached down to her womanly folds, and began to tease them, only to be interrupted by a phone call.
"Good morning Madame!" She picked up the phone.
"Hey Katie! Did you leave your home yet?"
"Umm... no... but, I was dressing up for the club only, Madame."
"Oh really! Trust me it's not of much use. Infact, the moment you enter the club, you'll have to get rid of all that mess."
"I am not as confident as you, you know it very well, Madame. I cannot go out without dressing up properly, Madame."
"Sure! Do what you like. But remember, it's a five hour journey and you must reach there by 4'o clock."
The call ended from the other side. Katie got into action immediately. First of all, She opened up her make-up kit, shading her lips sexy dark red, the same color as her toe and fingernails. Next, she put on same colored panties, and matching push-up bra to support her beautiful mounds. She completed her clothing with a black leather jacket worn on top of an orange top and a faux leather mini skirt. To complete her slutty look, she lined her eyes with mascara, and put on her red stilettos.
She checked her reflection once more, right from the top to the bottom, making sure she was dressed appropriately for the occasion. Confident of her looks, she took her car keys and left.
As she drove down the lonely highways, all sorts of thoughts surrounded her. She felt miserable, on having to this, serving a domme, fucking men, beyond the holy bond of marriage. But, she had to, she needed an earth-shattering orgasm, just like the ones, she used to get just a few months ago, before her marriage. But, her obsession, her madness, had changed all that. Yes, she was a victim of one-sided love, or perhaps even worse, for she knew, how much her lover, her husband, hated her. But, his hatred was justified, she had been very selfish. Yes, that's the truth, she is selfish! She wanted everything she admired, loved, never caring about others, nor the ethicality of the ways she got them.
She finally arrived at her destination, a fairly secretive club, surrounded by steep hills. Only it's members knew about this club and the things that went on here. The closer she got to the club, the hornier she was getting. She drove past the entrance tunnel, and realized it was impossible for her to go on without releasing the tension building up inside her. She urgently needed a private, solitary place to masturbate.
At last she found it, a pool with cool, clear water. She immediately stripped and dived in. Whoa! The water was so soothing, in direct contrast to her overheated body. Her fingers toyed with her nipples, then her perfectly toned belly, and finally slipped into her womanhood. Soon enough, she was fingering herself feverishly. Her lewd moans echoed through the hills, but she was nowhere near what she wanted.
She got out of the water, not caring about her clothes, and began rummaging for the things she needed, a butterfly, nipple clamps and a flogger. She bent over the shore, her nipples just touching the cold pool water and her ass held high. God! It was so erotic, a young, petite, horny girl, bending over publicly, naked and masturbating. With every passing moment, she was drifting closer to the orgasm, she needed, so badly.
"Time for you to work your magic, Dear butterfly," she whispered to herself as she fastened the straps.
Next, she put the clamps on her damp nipples, followed by obscene moans of pain and pleasure, then dipped them back into water, heightening the sensations. She switched on the butterfly, firstly at the low power, then gradually increasing it to maximum. When she got used to it, she picked up the flogger, and lashed at her raised butt, forcing another whimper from her, she went on with few more strokes on her ass, alternating between the cheeks.
"You need my attention, Don't you Nippie?" She whispered, while taking off both the clamps at once, sending shivers of erotic pain down her nerves.
Straightening up her back, she kneeled on the sand and dealt a hard blow on both her breasts, in quick succession. She did this few more times, before putting the clamps back on. She fingered her clamped nipples for a while, but was interrupted by the sound of horsesteps.
