Victoria and I were together, inside one of the more deluxe BDSM themed suites at Bound Kitten club. Roughly twenty minutes remained before the gang of six(the mega-lottery winning dock worker group) was scheduled to arrive. I had spent most of the latter part of the afternoon preparing myself.
Victoria was dressed in a full body black fishnet catsuit with open crotch and ass. She currently sat on a leather couch with her legs crossed, one black fetish height stiletto bouncing with anticipation, watching me. Tonight she had bound her long raven hair into a ponytail. I could see her signature red ruby navel stud, though her widow tattoo was mostly lost beneath the fishnet. I noticed for the first time that her nipples were pierced - she wore a simple gold ring in each.
I knelt on the floor to one side of her, naked except for a studded pink leather dog collar she had fastened around my neck. A leash was attached to the collar but I was not bound in any other way at present. Somewhat to my chagrin, my own straight hair was still rather short - only chin length, with blunt bangs. It would take a few months yet until it grew to the length I wished it to be.
Victoria was toying with my new bead ring, rolling it back and forth between her fingertips. Her nails were painted with layers of rich black polish. She had removed my ring from me and replaced it with one of her own choosing.
"Such a little slut you are," she said. "If you behave I will give this back to you, but tonight you wear one that will prove a bit more... stimulating."
Her eyes gleamed as she continued, "See this little remote?"
She held a small electronic gadget in her other hand, rocking it to show and tease.
I nodded.
She frowned.
"No more of this just fucking nodding or shaking your head!" she said forcefully.
"You will begin calling me 'Mistress' when we are in situations like this, with clients. Otherwise, you will answer me properly - yes Victoria, no Victoria, thank you Victoria... Am I clear?" She arched a thin raven brow at me.
"Yes Mistress," I said.
"Better," she said, sounding somewhat mollified.
"The ring I have attached to your slutty little pierced hood has a small micro-vibrator inside it. This remote controls it - it's on high setting right now," she said, and clicked it on to demonstrate.
My eyes widened and I twitched involuntarily against the sudden intense stimulus to my clit. I squeezed my thighs together like I would if I had to pee really badly but was trying to hold it. She watched me knowingly for a few seconds, then clicked it off.
"Good, it works," she smirked. "I'm going to use it to train you... Mmm, but I need a pet name for you as well - something a bit better than just slut, though that's what you are and that's how you will be used... How about princess?"
She actually smiled, then snatched my leash from where it trailed down loosely onto the floor beside me.
"Come here princess," she commanded, and drew me toward her.
I scooted on my knees, following the pull of the leash, until I was close. I tilted my head a little to look up at her. Dark eyeliner highlighted her unusual, exotic eyes, waging a war for attention with the glossy red color painted on her lips. She drew me closer until our faces were a scant distance apart, and then she kissed me firmly, tasting my lips and mouth.
My surprise must have shown in my expression as she pulled away and looked at me.
"I know about your budding thing with Tiffany," she stated.
She narrowed her gaze, watching me.
"I'm prepared to look the other way, and allow you two to play, BUT, you will never choose her over me in a public display. If you two want to muff dive each other every chance you get, then do it, but, second only to Brentwood, I own you. Displease me, and no more Tif. Betray me, and no more Jos..."
Some part of me hated her, yet another part of me was drawn to her like a moth to flame, and she knew it.
"Yes Mistress. I understand," I said submissively.
"They will be here soon. You will follow my lead," she directed.
With that, she rose and tugged on my leash.
"Just crawl - it's not that far," she said.
There was a single step upward from the main entry room of the suite to the level of the door. Victoria staged us here such that she stood with one black stiletto heel on the step while her other foot was on the lower floor, where I knelt beside her. It was not long until we heard several male voices outside the door. Security would have guided them here since this was an arranged assignment, not a chance encounter like the one with Nyah and Gabriel a few days past. The double doors opened and I could see two Guards dressed in their club uniforms. They ushered in the gang of six, then drew the doors closed behind them. The guards would remain outside, discreet, but available should something get out of hand.
I looked up at the six men with some trepidation, but also with a guarded sense of anticipation. I tried to gain a quick first impression of each. I believed that one's eyes really were the window to one's soul, and I could tell much from a brief glimpse.
Victoria tugged my leash, bringing my head almost against her hip, breaking my assessment of the men.
She issued a short command, "princess, lick."
I hesitated very briefly, uncertain, but then started to shift on the floor, in front of her, such that I could bring my face up between her thighs. She tugged the leash again.
"Not there... you have not earned that reward yet. You know where," she said.
I lowered my head, my face flushing. I crept around behind her, then lifted my face upward and began to nuzzle my way between her ass cheeks, focusing in on her tight little rosebud knot. Soon enough I was tonguing her asshole just as I had done so recently in the storage warehouse.
"Good girl, princess," she praised.
She must have reached behind herself with whichever hand was not holding my leash, for I felt her cup the back of my head and urge me more tightly against her. I was uncertain whether she did this to demean me or whether she enjoyed it on a physical level, or perhaps a combination of both, but at her coaxing, I delved as deep as I could, french kissing up into her ass...
While I did this, Victoria spoke, "Good evening gentlemen. I'm Victoria, and this is princess. She will be the main one servicing you six tonight."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am," one of the men replied.
Another offered, "That's a pretty fucking hot trick there - her tonguing your ass like that. My compliments."
Victoria laughed softly, then replied, "Thank you. I'm still training her, but she has potential."
I imagined the six of them watching the show and my face flushed a little more.
"Alright, stop princess. It's time to meet the boys officially," she stated.
"Thank you Mistress," I whispered as I settled back into a kneeling position beside her and once again looked toward the group of men. They in turn were watching me with open lust, distracted somewhat by Victoria, but, I was naked and I was the one they were going to gang fuck, so that gave me the attention edge.
Victoria started talking to the men again. "This suite has an extremely well stocked bar."
She fluttered her fingers in the direction of the bar room.
"You've already paid for anything you can drink, or eat, and I do mean anything. Meanwhile, I'll get princess ready for the first round of fun. Get comfortable, and get those cocks out... Oh... and choose a team. I need three on pussy team, and three on ass team. I'm sure you can work it out. You won't switch teams once we get started."
With that, she lead me away, stepping with her stiletto heels in perfect feminine form, tugging me along behind her.
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My toes just barely touched the marble floor beneath my feet, but only if I strained. Otherwise, I dangled. Victoria had bound my arms together with a custom leather armbinder - above my head rather than behind my back as was more common. A weight bearing strap ran from the armbinder behind my head down to where it fastened to a halter like harness she had fitted me with. This was also leather, with an open bust. My modest breasts jutted straight outward, held firm by constriction from the tight harness. A thick rope, such as climbers would use, was fastened to the armbinder and connecting strap, and this ran up to a pulley like mechanism which was bolted to the overhead building structure. I spun in a slow arc, first in one direction, and then in the other, helpless, waiting. I must admit that the bondage alone was stirring my desire. I could feel a warm fullness between my legs - that feeling of wanting something in me. If I were to try to describe the room I was in to someone I would probably paint an image in their mind of an opulent giant circular sunken bath. Every surrounding wall surface presented richly colored intricate tiled mosaics depicting all manner of sensual bondage scenes. There were women and men with expressions of pain and ecstacy depicted in equal measure. Everything else was a warm sandstone colored marble. There were fixtures like shower-heads with lengths of flexible hose coiled and hung in a few places. The floor sloped gently toward a single large covered drain that was set off at one location near the wall.
