Lucy came back into the room after a break outside. Her brain was starting to fizz after the finale of the previous round. Partially from the prosecco, mainly from the sensory overload of what she was seeing, sensing, experiencing. When she re-entered she could see afresh the mood of the crowd. The sense of fervid lust, rising orgiastic tension. Naked girls in the ring, cross legged, or standing. A couple making out with feverish motions to the side of the ring. All behind closed doors, enclosed, in a warehouse in East London. People walking past on a Friday night would have no idea what was taking place within those walls. It was exhilarating to behold and Lucy felt a craving to dive back in.
This time it was Master A back in the middle of the ring. Girls huddled around the edge whilst Master A stood imperiously over them like a kinky parody of a stern headmaster. A group of submissive girls are not pack animals like a group of men. They don't all naturally fall into line behind their leader, understanding clearly the hierarchy. No, female submission is a far more febrile thing. Glances, reactions, nerves. Lucy could see girls comparing each other, assessing each other. Aware of their own bodies, their limits, the full public exposure of their mutual arousal, the ways in which each girl displayed the hyperarousal of her senses. Make up smudged, fishnet tights ripped, female sweat. Male sweat. The unmistakable soprano scent of aroused pussy. The base note aroma of the aroused guys outside the ring. The beautiful cocktail of horny submissive girls waiting in the ring. A far more intriguing sight than a group of male submissives who will naturally let themselves be led from a leash by the cock and balls without a peep.
"Nadu, now." Commanded Master A. A hush fell over the girls as they re-set their poses, backs arching, thighs parting, eyes down, in the regulation position. Like that strict headmaster, reasserting control over a class that's getting unruly, Master A's command did the trick.
"Good," Master A said, calmly as he surveyed the girls who had elected to join in round three. Lucy knew what it would involve. This one was just for the girls. The guys having contributed to the oral were to stand outside the ring and the girls were to unleash themselves on each other. This was another jump for Lucy. She had never been with a girl before. There were semi -intimate moments at boarding school, of course. Just about every girl in her school had had a crush on a girl in the sixth form at one stage or another. It was a standard rite of passage. But nothing like this. Lucy's stomach knotted again. The oral was easier -- she just had to lie back with her legs up and her holes exposed and receive. This round required active participation. How would she know what to do? Whether she was doing well at it?
"No winners this round," explained Master A, "Just pleasure for you lucky girls!" His normally stern face broke out into a wry smile as he took in the obediently presented subs encircling him in their nadu. "Enjoy!" And with that, he slipped out of the ring, and the girls were left, for a split second, frozen in time, glancing down in their submissive display, now sans commander.
