"And the Top Sales Agent in both commission and units is Sara Bristle." Sara arose from the head table as Ron helped pull her chair back. She elegantly strode to center stage to receive her award. Ron beamed with pride.
"Ladies, Gentlemen. Thank you so very much. As I see it, there are only two reasons why I am standing here. One reason is that I never gave up, but kept plugging away, making those calls and being accessible to my clients. But the single most important thing in this business or in any other, I imagine, is to just be yourself. Thank you for rewarding me for just that." She bowed gracefully and returned to her place at Ron's side. Her pearl necklace perfectly setting off her dazzling pink silk gown.
The ball was an annual white tie affair that gathered together the most powerful and successful Realtors in the area. It was by invitation only, and not only was this Sara's first invitation, but she took top honors. Ron welcomed her with a casual, but proud kiss as she returned to assume her seat next to his.
It pleasured Ron to see the oversized nipples that betrayed her new piercings, and he longed to enjoy them more intimately. Her gown had been a creation of her own design, and he was touched by her obvious wish to cater to his tastes. He loved silk, perhaps more than any other fabric, simply because it was an "honest" fabric. That is to say, it was both a natural cloth and one prone more to passion than deception. Sara was quite aware that the sensuous silk would caress her curves, hug her frame, and betray her adorned nipples like no other fabric. She was quite proud of her creation and proud to wear it for Ron in their secret, sensuous way.
The color was a deep peony pink, that deepened and enriched itself in the folds and gathers at her waist and under her round breasts. There were two long slits up both sides of the gown almost to her waist that encouraged the gown to float around her sensuous legs as she moved about the room. The neckline was quite simply elegant. Like liquid pink fabric, it seemed to drip from her graceful shoulders on the tiny straps that came down in the front to loosely cover and contour her breasts with cinching underneath that caused the dress to hug the form of her curves. It dropped dangerously low in the back so that the luscious dimples of her lower back were bared. The design was the perfect balance of daring and elegance, and it had the desired affect not only on Ron, but only several other males in the room. Her earrings matched the lovely necklace that graced her neck and secretly served as her collar, and they dangled seductively to her shoulders. She had also obtained a pair of matching pink stilettos to complete her amazing outfit. She looked absolutely stunning and many told her so.
The award portion of the night was over, and Ron took Sara's hand and led her out onto an unpopulated terrace that overlooked the city.
"Such a lovely sight," Sara said as she looked out over the night cityscape.
"Indeed!" Ron agreed, but his eyes were focused only on her. He swept her into his arms, drew her to himself and kissed her possessively. His tongue quickly separated her lips and drove hungrily into her mouth. Her tongue and body yielded openly with unchecked passion as she welcomed his tongue deeply within her and pressed her feminine curves against his hard strength.
"Thank you, Sara!" Ron spoke softly. "You withheld nothing even in this public place."
Sara smiled demurely. "How could I, Sir? I have never felt more yours, Sir. Never!" She gasped quietly as one of his hands slipped under the back of her dress and cupped her full, bare buttock. "Yours," she whispered as she lifted her arms around his neck. She playfully brushed her nipples against his chest and purred softly.
"How are my nipples, Sara," Ron spoke softly but seriously.
"Quite well, Sir," she replied.
"Show me." Obediently, she shrugged her shoulders forward allowing the fabric to gap generously, but her arms remained around his neck. He pinched her breasts through the thin material and felt his own body reply.
"Sara, we will stay for just a while longer, dance a few dances and then leave. I want to take you out and show you off, tonight. You are simply stunning!" He kissed her warmly. His hand dipped into his inner pocket and produced a small, gulf ball sized egg. I want this inserted, please, and you may choose where. Keep in mind, we will be dancing. I have the control right here in my pocket." He smiled broadly as he showed it to her. "Now, go quickly. I will wait right here."
She took off toward the ladies' room, emptied her bladder, and inserted the egg within her vagina - the easier place to keep it within her. Moments later, she returned to Ron, and he swirled her into another deep, passionate kiss, then onto the dance floor. A stylish couple, they danced gracefully around the room, spinning and swirling in a lavishly stylized waltz. All the while, the tiny egg buzzed within her.
As he had said, they danced several dances, then prepared to make their exit. Sara held her award proudly, and Ron held her even more proudly. They left the hotel and made their way to an old club to which he had not yet brought Sara. He had chosen to introduce her to his culture slowly, deliberately and study her responses. Tonight, however, he was just so damn proud of her, he needed to show her off to his oldest and most important acquaintances. These were lifestyle companions, many of whom he had known for over 40 years. Some had been tutors in the various skills he had acquired over the years.
They parked, he reached over and pulled her into his arms and still again, kissed her possessively. She trembled with arousal in his embrace, but there was more than arousal burning in her. She yearned to make him proud. She burned with a fundamental need to please him, and she was astutely aware of her need as they stood just inside the entrance of this magnificent Mens' club. She saw no other females, but there were well dressed men of all ages in close proximity. A gentleman approached and spoke softly to Ron, then lead them down some plushly carpeted stairs, into a smallish room decorated in rich reds and golds. Ron took Sara's hand and felt her shiver. He squeezed it gently and looked into her eyes. She could almost read them, she thought, and smiled warmly. His hand disappeared into his packet and immediately, she felt the egg whir to a higher speed inside of her. Silently, she smiled in response.
Inside the room, Sara could see many tables, most with Men seated at them. There were only a few other females in the room. Two of these females were completely nude and seated on plush cushions on either side of their Master. There was one female who seemed to be functioning as a server to those without their own slave. She wore a thin white gauze frock made out of a single yard of fabric. It scarcely covered her, but served to entice curiosity in those she served. The fourth female sat silently with two distinguished looking men. She did not speak or move much that Sara saw.
Along one wall of this room, there were a number of tables filled with various tools, implements, and baubles of intended pleasure. There was a display of whips, canes, and paddles. There were a number of hoods and blindfolds. There was a table covered with nipple clips, feathers, furs, clamps, and weights. Along the opposite wall were a series of eight elegantly draped alcoves, two of which were apparently occupied. There was a small orchestra seated in the front and a 12' square dance floor in the center. The room was well lit by the lamps on each table, in each alcove, and along each wall. Sara guessed there were maybe fifty men in the room along with the 4 females. She trembled slightly as they stood in the entrance. The young slavegirl approached Ron, bowed, and silently led him and Sara to their table. Ron seated Sara and walked over to the wall with all the lovely gadgets. He returned with his hand in his pocket.
"Please show me your nipples, my girl." Her stomached twitched, but her obedience was immediate. She delicately lifted her breasts out from behind their silken pink covering. Her piercings were well healed. and Sara was delighted with the amazing sensations that came from the rings that now graced her tender nipples. "I have some delicious pink jewels to further decorate my most lovely slave. He deftly hung the heavy gems on the tiny rings. Sara moaned softly and her eyes lifted to Ron's. She suddenly realized he did not mean for her to cover them, but he expected her to leave her luscious decorated breasts fully exposed. She warmed deep inside and became intimately more aware of the buzz within her.
Just then, two finely dressed gentlemen approached Ron.
"Ah Ron! How nice to see you!" Seth said.
"Hello Seth. How nice, indeed! Won't you have a seat?"
"Don't mind if we do. Oh, this is Conrad. He is a cousin who has recently moved here from Germany." He and his companion both seated themselves at the table. They proceeded to make small talk and catch up on certain acquaintances they had in common. Sara sat quietly and as still as possible unsure what was expected of her. The silent young slave brought a carafe of a rich merlot and left it on the table along with three glasses. Instinctively, Sara rose. She winced silently as she felt the weight of the lovely gems now dangling freely from her nipples. She gracefully poured the rich wine into the crystal goblets and served each of the men, then returned to her place beside Ron. There conversation continued. There was much laughter and gossip about mutual friends and acquaintances, but Sara recognized only a few isolated names.
Ron turned briefly toward Sara and made eye contact. He adjusted his position so that he faced his companions free from the hindrance of the table. He looked back at Sara. He was obviously trying to communicate something without the use of words. Finally, it dawned on her what he wanted, what he needed from her.
