As Lady Crystal pulled the remaining slashed stocking away from Eva's foot she held it up with a triumphant grin for the audience. All the men whooped and hollered again as they pounded their shoulders.
"Show us what you do with a female slave Crystal," a man in the back of the crowd yelled.
"Yeah," cried another, "Let's see if she responds better to a Mistress's touch."
"Hmmm! Now there's an interesting thought," mused Lady Crystal as she began to circle Eva, lightly trailing the tip of her blade around the lovely slave's arms and back.
Just then the ruthless looking Master Snake stepped out from behind the other men. He was at least a head taller than everyone else. And then he assumed the Dominant stance that Eva loved to see, with his feet planted firmly apart and his biceps bulging as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was solemnly studying Lady Crystal.
But, as much as his appearance turned her on Eva couldn't help being a little afraid of this huge man now that she was so close to him. She could almost smell the strength and power that oozed from him.
Master Snake strolled forward and stopped in front of Lady Crystal with his arms still across his chest. He looked down at her with the famous raised eyebrow. The tough Lady who was so formidable earlier seemed meek and diminutive next to him now.
Trying to stay with the moment, even though Eva could see that she was curiously shaken with Master Snake's sudden appearance, Lady Crystal looked at the audience and quipped, "However, gentlemen, as much as I would like to explore your suggestions, I am afraid that this sexy little encounter leaves me in need of some personal and private instruction with my hunky new slave now."
While the crowd laughed knowingly at her comment, the vicious looking biker with the rough exterior and the soft expressive blue eyes nodded for her to move aside. And, Eva thought it strange that the now obviously submissive Lady Crystal gave a little curtsy to him and quietly moved away through the crowd.
But, as slave Rob prepared to follow her, his hands still tied behind his back with the torn stocking, he turned quickly to Eva and moved closer to her. He gave her a beautiful smile, a quick kiss on the cheek, and whispered, "Thanks for the great fuck hot stuff." Then as she gave him a big grin he hurried behind his Mistress for the evening.
Master Snake approached Eva as she still hung from the trapeze bar that held her above the floor. He walked up so close to her that she could feel the fabric of his torn Bettie Page tee shirt on her bare titties. When he untied her hands, she sucked in her breath as he put an arm quickly around her waist and pulled her hard to his chest.
He suddenly grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to face him. He gazed at her with those mesmerizing blue eyes and she felt her pussy get wet instantly. His very presence and his touch were igniting a blazing fire of what she knew was unquenchable lust that ran all the way to her tender clit.
She was almost as hot and wet as she had been when she first met Sir Randy earlier in the evening. Once again she marveled at how these powerful men could capture and immobilize her as surely as if she was bound in chains from head to foot with only a look, and the sheer dominance of their presence.
And then, with one hand holding her waist and the other holding her hair tight he took her breath away with longest, deepest, most tender kiss she had ever experienced.
He held her to him tightly with one arm, as if she was weightless, while he raised her arms over the metal bar that she was hanging from. She was very glad that he held her tight because her arms and legs were a little numb and she wasn't sure she could bear her own weight if he put her down at that moment.
He stood there with her in his arms for the longest time. Still held captive in his gaze, she felt hot tears gather in her eyes as he gently ran one hand through her long dark hair over and over, never saying a word. Stroking her hair softly he sat her on her feet, holding her until she got her balance.
He quickly pulled his torn Bettie Page tee shirt over his head and gently helped her put it on. The sleeves had been torn out revealing most of the flesh on her sides. And, the hem of the neck had been cut off and the frayed edges of the old shirt fell so low on her that it hardly covered her at all. It just barely covered her titties and since it was so big it fell to her knees.
She looked into those beautiful baby blue eyes and the harsh exterior of this big man's face melted into the sweetest smile she had ever seen. And, since he still had the cord that had tied her hands he wrapped it around her and tied it under her breasts. Then he pulled the fabric up and draped it over the cord in such a way that her cute little naked pussy was showing again.
She had to admit that even though she liked being nude she also enjoyed being clothed, however briefly, in front of this man who was such a contradiction in every way. He could be so obviously tough, and yet so tender at the same time. She found herself wanting to know more about him.
When he finished dressing her he stepped back a bit to admire his handiwork, while at the same time revealing one of the most powerful and enticing naked male torsos' she had ever seen. Normally she was not attracted to hard bodies in men, she gravitated more toward big men who were obviously strong, yet supple enough to make her want to snuggle up to them. Yes, she thought, this incredible man was a contradiction if nothing else.
Then, he did the strangest thing. After kissing her tenderly once more he ran his hand through her hair again. Suddenly, his hand tightened in her hair as his gaze turned to an intense focus. And, even though she wanted to look away he held her head so tight that she couldn't move, and the intensity of his silent stare captured her just as surely as if she was still bound in the ropes he had released her from only moments earlier.
As she looked deep into those compelling blue eyes she caught her breath when she felt him pull her hair hard as he guided her down onto her knees. Unable to do anything but obey she knelt. Still silent and with the steel grip on her hair he suddenly pushed her face into his crotch. And there she saw the source of his name.
In the center of the black pubic hair that peeked over the waistband of his jeans was a small tattoo of a rattle snake. She couldn't tell how long it was because all she could see were the rattles at the end of the undulating snake. And, the rest of it disappeared below his pants.
She couldn't help letting out a gasp and she jumped a little wondering where the head of the snake was since it seemed to be headed south of the band that circled the man's waist. Shocked, her mouth dropped open as she looked up at him a little fearfully. She had never seen anything like that and the thought of the pain he must have endured to get a tattoo like that made her shudder.
She heard a low chuckle as he noticed where she was looking and she could feel his growing hard-on through the blue jeans beneath his sexy black leather chaps. And she felt her cunt start to drip as he rolled her face back and forth on the burgeoning cock.
Then she found herself wishing that he would fuck her, and fuck her hard. Even though he was still holding her hair tight, she managed to move her lips enough to kiss his dick. She wanted to grab this flesh that was haunting her cunt and distracting her from any other thought. And, she reached up to touch him.
Just as her lips made contact with his jean covered hardness he jerked her head back and back handed her across the face. Shocked, she looked at him in horror. The abruptness of the slap had not hurt her, even though there was the slight salty taste a tiny drop of blood in her mouth.
She could tell that he had not intended to hurt her. But, the very public reminder that a slave should not touch a Master that way without permission forced her to lower her eyes in real humiliation as tears began to roll down her cheek. Mostly, she was ashamed that she had disgraced her Sir that way after all he had taught her.
But she didn't have long to grieve when Master Snake quickly pulled her head back by her hair forcing her to look up at him. When she met his eyes she could see a firmly set jaw as he glared at her. But what else did he expect when he was rubbing her face and lips on his hardness she wondered?
As he looked fiercely into her eyes she could see him grind his teeth in anger, and yet in the next instant the anger turned to a look of abject disappointment. And yet, he still said nothing, which only made her feel a thousand times more ashamed of her behavior.
She felt so very confused at that moment. How could she feel just as horrified at disappointing this stranger as she had when she let her own Sir down? She was afraid to look in Sir Dan's direction for fear of what abject disappointment she would find in his eyes.
As more hot tears slid down her cheeks she lowered her eyes again. Would she ever really be a proper slave she wondered?
Would she ever have enough self-discipline to overcome the way her insatiable body constantly taunted her clit?
Would she ever be as strong as slave Syn or Sir Randy's Dragonslave?
Did she have enough strength to resist the sensual and sexual temptations of this incredible lifestyle? Was a slave supposed to resist? Or was she supposed to reward her Master with constant proof of the juicy effects of his sexual manipulations?
She was devastated by her own weaknesses.