Eva reluctantly pulled her hand away from her cunt and resumed her kneeling position on the slave pillow. She sniffed back some tears of frustration and tried to concentrate on what she was looking at. But, she could not help looking at the handsome sexy powerful Masters and wanting to be fucked hard by all of them.
She felt like a sex-crazed slave suddenly out of her mind with an irresistible need to be overpowered and used hard, fast, long, and absolutely helplessly. She wanted to be dominated like she had never been dominated. She felt like her brain and her whole head had suddenly become numb with the overpowering, crushing need to be used until her cunt was completely used up and worn out. She felt like she was experiencing a type of addiction and she did not want it to ever stop. Was this what Sir called sub frenzy?
Her loud lustful moan of longing brought her out of the sexual trance that she had fallen into. She was suddenly filled with guilt for the things she was daydreaming. Furthermore she was overwhelmed with self-reproach that she had allowed herself to have such fantasies about someone other than her Sir. What was going on in her head she wondered?
She drew in a deep breath and as she slowly let it out she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her Sir. She wished he were there with her. At that point, as if in answer to a silent prayer the lights in the dungeon dimmed and the ones on stage became brighter. Some slow sensual music began to play and she focused on the view in front of her.
She peered into the darkened audience. She could see dimly lit shapes and could make out the Doms' near the front. She noticed that the very sexy group of Masters was still standing together and they were right in front of the stage. She also noticed that Sir Dan was with them. And, as she looked more closely into the dim light she saw that her Sir was dressed differently.
To her amazement she could see that he had put on a pair of leather chaps over his jeans. He had worn leather pants and the belt with the triskel before but she had never seen the chaps. He had also put on an unfamiliar black leather vest and was silently shaking hands with the men in the group of sexy Masters'. And, the men were smiling and slapping her Sir on his back in a congratulatory manner.
Was Sir a real certified Master she wondered? And, was that why he had put on Leather clothing that she had not seen before? But then, she knew that he would never brag about it. There was so much she still did not know about him. She made a mental note to ask him about it later.
He seemed to know each of these men and she felt her chest filling with pride thinking that he may be wearing leathers that he had earned from these Masters. The only leather he did not seem to have was a hat. No wonder she always felt so hot with him. He was a man of power just like those men.
She suspected now that she knew why she always felt that raw sexual energy with her Sir. At times it was overwhelming to her. Perhaps that was why she could get so hot so quickly with him. And, it seemed that she had the same reaction to that same type of energy with these sexy Masters.
That irresistible energy was so strong that it overwhelmed her, even from this distance. She could not help becoming the insatiable slut she was. And, as her eyes feasted on the beauty of these masterful men she suddenly felt the overpowering pull they unknowingly had on her. She felt her finger slide between her legs, almost as if it had a will of its own, as she closed her eyes and rubbed her already stiff little clit.
But rubbing her clit was not enough. She quickly worked herself into a gasping writhing sexual frenzy as she rammed her fingers into her cunt hard and fast. She rubbed her clit hard with her free hand and jammed her other fingers in and out over and over. She couldn't believe how hot she was. And she fell swiftly under the spell of her own lust as she fucked her cunt in and out harder and harder, over and over.
