The Tour Continues
In this room the sprung floor was covered with some blue plastic material. A circle perhaps ten feet across was marked in the centre. On one side stood a young female trainer, beautiful, with light brown hair and green eyes and a stunning body in a tight, black leather minidress. She carried a coiled whip. On the other knelt two more naked slave girls, backs straight, heads up, legs quite widely spread, with their wrists crossed behind their backs.
On the left knelt a slim, dark-haired girl with very white, flawless skin and dark eyes. The gentle sensitivity of her lovely face was given life by full, soft pouting lips and a firm little chin. She had the cool look of a classic "English rose", but here she too was held under perfect discipline. Her figure was slender but trimly muscled, her thighs nicely rounded, her athletic body obviously subject to constant exercise. Her breasts, not large but pert and shapely, were high and firm from intensive workouts, the nipples rose-pink and surrounded by large aureole, her shoulders and neck elegant and fine. Like most of the other girls I had seen, all her pubic hair had been shaved off, and her overall appearance was of sleek, alabaster, disciplined submissiveness barely holding in check a superbly hot and hungry, wanton eroticism.
Her companion looked like a typical Californian beach goddess: lean and fit, light blonde hair in a long ponytail, blue eyes and even white teeth in a tanned, vivacious face of finely-featured beauty. Her legs were long, shapely and supple; her trimmed pubic hair shone softly gold; no tan line marked her golden skin. Above her slim waist her breasts were large, globe-like and firm, thrust proudly out and tipped by jutting nipples. An adolescent's dream, she seemed designed purely to give sexual pleasure.
The trainer smiled as we entered, and Joanne smiled back and nodded in reply to her look of enquiry, then motioned me forward to stand near the circle. I clasped my hands rather obviously in front of me, trying - doubtless in vain - to conceal my throbbing hard-on. The trainer cracked her whip once, which made both slave girls start. But they did not break position, only looked up at her as she issued a crisp command.
"Kimberly, perform for the Master."
"Yes, Mistress" said the blonde, quickly going to all fours and crawling to the circle. Reaching it she lowered her head and kissed the perimeter three times, the third time long and lingeringly, and I could see her use her tongue. Clearly these girls were under strict discipline. Crawling inside the circle she went to her belly, hands by her head and legs flat out behind her, and looked up at me, her lips parted, waiting.
I nodded once, and she began to perform: displaying herself for me, posing and moving as sexily and as temptingly as she could. I had never seen a woman show herself to a man like this before - and it was a revelation.
Rising first to her hands and knees she positioned herself left side on to me. Left knee well forward, right leg slightly back, arms straight, and looking forward. In this crawling position her left leg was sexily presented in its slim, tanned shapeliness; her smooth, rounded bottom beautifully silhouetted; her full breasts pendant, and crying out for a man to cup and fondle their luscious softness, and her lovely face poised in profile.
She held this position for perhaps three seconds, then moved smoothly to kneel, still in profile to me, and place her hands behind her head, elbows stretched back, this lifting her breasts magnificently; throwing her head back, she arched her back to thrust her bosom even further out.
Another few seconds and she moved again, falling gently to her back on the ground with her arms stretched out flat along the floor above her head, and her legs slightly flexed, the left leg rather more bent, toes pointed to accentuate the slim line of her limbs. In this pose, she turned her head to look up at me; then her lips parted as she slowly and provocatively arched her back. She held herself so for a few heartbeats, then while the rest of her remained still, she slowly raised her legs into the air, artfully bent and gracefully moving, one slim foot then seductively caressing along the silken skin of the other leg.
Next, a fluid transition to face me, kneeling with her back straight, knees spread apart, arms curved up above her head with wrists crossed, her shoulders back and breasts pushed out. My eyes feasted on her luscious golden tits, with their jutting pink nipples. From this position she bent forward from the waist, placing her face to the floor, arms extended on the ground before her in a humble offering of submission.
Then she rose upon her knees, thighs stretched as she leant piteously as far as she could towards me, face pleading, and hands holding up her breasts for my delectation, fondling and caressing them and stroking the nipples erect.
After some time doing this, she crossed her wrists behind her back, holding them in place as if bound, and writhed slowly before me, still on her knees, head up, lips parted, all of her luscious body in motion. She glistened slightly with sweat as she tortured me to even greater arousal with her wanton movements.
Another graceful shift and she was on her back facing me, hands still held behind her and legs half drawn up; she lifted her head to look into my eyes, deeply and submissively, then slowly spread her legs wider and wider apart, uncomfortably so, before me. She was completely open to me, feet flat on the floor, thighs taut and straining, her pink pussy glistening. She arched her back, offering herself even more deeply to me, and then her gorgeous body was squirming again, an erotic dance of constant little twisting and undulating movements, fluid, sensuous and unbearably arousing. She was so tempting, so beautiful, so hot and vulnerable, naked on the floor at my feet. I was sweating now, and it felt as though all my muscles were clenched with desire.
The girl moved again, rolling to bring herself to all fours facing away from me. She pushed her breasts to the ground, raising her perfect rounded bottom to me, turned her face to press one cheek flat to the floor and clamped her hands behind her neck; then she again spread her legs for me, grinding her belly in a tormenting rhythm.
Then another smooth change, and she was lying on her side on the floor, posed seductively with her left arm out beneath her head, her right palm flat to the floor, her right hip turned and right leg bent forward. A sexy smile played on her lips as she she brought her right forefinger to her lips, and kissed, licked and sucked at it tantalisingly, gazing into my eyes the whole time.
And then another pose, and another, as for perhaps five minutes the blonde slave girl turned and rolled between positions, never rising above her knees, squirming and writhing, fondling and caressing herself, stretching her limbs and calling attention to their beauty, her attitude now submissive, now defiant, now pleading - and, increasingly, aroused.
The trainer's whip cracked again and the girl ceased her performance and knelt looking up at her mistress, knees wide apart, back very straight, breasts heaving from her exertions.
